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artangels2015:

moftiss whipping out the s1 parallels: have asip babes

all of us gay people watching apple tree yard just like

mofftiss: so the big twist is that, uh, *spins wheel* Sherlock’s dog, was actually *throws dart at board* victor trevor, who was, um, *throws dice* drowned in a well by….*draws playing card* Sherlock’s long lost evil sister because, *draws paper out of a hat* Sherlock never hugged her as a child.

sherlulz:

redscharlach:

my name is Sherlock
i am wise.
i hug my Jawn
becos he cries.
he sad becos
his wife is ded
So note to self:

don’t lik his hed.

am the jon
i hav a gun
and work with him
is much of fun
but in the nite
i lay in bed
and wish that he
wud lik my hed

thejohnlockhell:

So there was a CLOWN and mycroft was going to duel him with his umbrella because it was actually a sword that was actually a GUN but actually it was sherlock’s plan and he was like HEY BRO! and then john was like oh yeah last ep’s cliffhanger? nah just got shot but it was a tranquilizer anyway let’s go back to baker street OH LOOK A DRONE GRENADE

Writing is my passion

dry:

my mood for the last 120 consecutive hours

theheatofthemoment:

sherlock: *says greg on the first try*

lestrade: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good man go౦ԁ MaN👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌man right👌👌there

violet-vernet:

decadentwallpaper:

violet-vernet:

thepineapplering:

The fuck when you left the Tarmac after 1080 days but at the same time you actually don’t know if you really left or even where the fuck are you standing now

Somebody needs to do Sherlock gothic.

“You are still on the tarmac. Season 4 gets delayed. There is a christmas special instead. It is supposed to be a light hearted one-off; instead it advances the plot. You are still on the tarmac. Season 4 happens. It is full of sharks. Is it a dream? You can trust nothing. Anything is possible. You are still on the tarmac.

Mary is alive. Mary is also dead. Mary is in the bed. Mary is not in the mirror that reflects the bed. You have been held hostage in an embassy for 3 months. Inexplicably, the terrorists have a tidy little side business making kitschy busts of stern dictators. The kiln roars day and night. Mary rescues you. Mary also ensures your death. You are still on the tarmac.

There is a sister. She killed Redbeard, so Sherlock deleted her. There never was a Redbeard. It was actually a child nobody looked for, in a well that didn’t exist. Sherlock deleted him too. They all deleted them, even Mummy and Daddy. What sister, Sherlock? What friend? The glass disappears. Mycroft throws up. John Watson finds bones; they are small. There never was a plane about to crash. Sherlock and the sister play violin together in a padded cell.

We are still on the tarmac.

moriarty:

post tfp moodboard

kickingroses:

Kid!Sherlock: Daddy, can I please have a dog? Pretty please!

Daddy Holmes: I’m sorry, son, but you know I’m allergic to dog fur. Here, why not take this random orphan kid that your mum and I found wandering on the fields? It’s basically the same thing.

Sherlock: Can I make him eat out of a dog bowl?

Daddy: I don’t see why not.

Sherlock: Yay!