not a bad day



We solve crimes. I blog about it. And he forgets his pants.

We solve crimes. I blog about it. And he forgets his pants.


amazing how fire exposes our priorities


Sherlock is expecting the punch. As the pain blossoms on his cheek (very consistent, well done John), he feels a certain satisfaction borne out of the idea that he’s somehow apologising without having to use the words, because Sherlock knows himself well enough to acknowledge that he’d take the punch over the words every single time.

Finish Line (by arthurdented)


You and I, we were best friends.
We had adventures.


I’d be lost without my blogger.


“You look sad…when you think he’s not looking.”

-Molly Hooper


There was a time when you let me know
what’s really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you?


somebody loves you



“Shut up. You keep talking but it doesn’t matter. He’s dead.”


paperlings: Okay, shut up Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met. The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?

paperlings:

Okay, shut up Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met. The first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?



wholove:

#sherlocks face in the last one though #you’re welcome john. #i’m glad you’re my only friend john. #i put drugs in your coffee john.