theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes:
Six images of Benedict Cumberbatch that make me want to throw everything on my desk onto the floor passionately.
So that he can fuck me on it.
Passionately.
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How to be classy in three easy steps:
SO GLAD THIS IS BACK
Like a sir.
I have been classy for the past half hour and am enjoying myself quite immensely
THIS IS YES
CLASSY PARTY
YES. YES.
(Source: the-vashta-nerada, via consulting-hobbitses)
Interviewer: You’re 40 aren’t you? [x]Can martin just get his own show where he is angry all the time
Can Benedict get one where he just reads things? I’d watch that shit.
Martin and Benedict’s angry reading time. Coming soon to a tumblr near you.
And Andrew Scott will have his own segment where he reads fairy tales and ovaries explode.
i think Benedict should cut vegetables on the show
RAGE
Don’t forget the part of the show were Rupert Graves plays football.
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Every so often, someone will comment on my writing, telling me I make Sherlock laugh and snicker and giggle too frequently. That it’s out of character, and he never laughs.
And I can’t help but wonder.
What fucking show they are watching.
lol yeah, also that he doesn’t know how to make coffee or tea xDDD
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(Source: -expelliarmus-, via tardis-impala)
Imagine coming across this one day.
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this.
Just imagine.
i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)
But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.
You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”
(Source: faceofbeau, via worldsgayestconsultingdetective)
(via dearsnickets)
Some girls want to hear “I’m the Doctor.”
Some prefer “The name is Sherlock Holmes.”
Some even go as far as “I’m Captain Jack Harkness.”
But for a few of us. The few that lurk in the dark.
We long to hear “Jim Moriarty. Hi.”
(via pocket-sebastian)
i love reading ”’tween”’ magazines purely because of the section where they send in their embarrassing moments
i was in a restaurant and i saw my crush who was looking like a total hottie but then i slipped and fell into his lap omg! blush! soooo cringey! - Sally, 13
and i’m like
OH SALLY WHAT ARE YOU LIKE
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