no-riarty: sarahthepossum: The Sherlock fandom is like this crazy drunk that wakes up for a while, raises hell, screaming the entire time, and than collapses into a coma and mumbles nonsense in its sleep or months.
Leonard Chang: Lieber's Showrunner Rules →
leonardchang: Showruner Rule #1: All scripts are essentially math. Bad scripts are algebra. GREAT scripts are string theory. Showrunner Rule #2: Black out the character names on a script. If after you can’t IMMEDIATELY identify your characters voices, ya fucked up. Showrunner Rule #3: I’ll take a great person…
Katie Moest: Your friendly reminder. →
copperbadge: As a book, I love Ender’s Game to tiny pieces. It’s the anthem for the smart young outsider, and it’s a hell of an adventure story. I love it and I’m ashamed of how much I love it because it’s written by this man: “Regardless of law, marriage has only one definition, and any…
John Green's tumblr: Q: I just read an article on... →
fishingboatproceeds: kenyatta: fishingboatproceeds: Q: I just read an article on Buzzfeed; in it, Shira Lazar suggests that Vlogbrothers could logically become a paid subscription channel because of the devotion of Nerdfighters. What are your thoughts on this? asked by bramtic (Rebloggable by request.) A. That’s nice of Shira to say, but why would we do that? Let’s say that you’re a...
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland →
An audio book of Alice’s Adventure’s in Wonderland coupled with a cosplay video. A bit of an experiment in cosplay + audio/visual. Please share if you can and let me know if there are any rewards you would like to see added. <3
bon-bon: The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
A Study in Pink: a Humorous Summary
Viewers: fuck where did that come from -
John: nightmares oh god
John: I fucking hate my life.
Therapist: Have you been writing in your therupatic diary like I told you to?
John: MY EYES AREN'T GLISTENING WITH THE GHOST OF MY PAST
Mike: hey gurl hey
Mike: HEY GURL HEY
John: Ohhh hi didn't see you there -
Mike: LOL GURL SO HOW U BIN, HOW'S LIFE?
John: I'm thirty-five, single, unemployed, skint, and I've got anxiety problems of some description and a limp.
Mike: GURL THAT'S SO RAVEN
Mike: let me hook you up, man
Sherlock: I love the smell of dead bodies in the morning
Molly: I love your face
Sherlock: Yes, thank you, I would like you to serve me some coffee, how thoughtful
John: What are these new fang-dangly things they didn't have them in my day
Mike: that's a computer, John
Sherlock: Mike give me your phone
Mike: Do you know how at wildlife parks and stuff they don't let you feed the animals partly so that the animals don't get reliant on being fed by humans and then stop foraging for their own food?
John: use mine.
Mike: This is John Watson. havethesexwithhim.
John and Sherlock: what
Sherlock: -text it- Afghanistan or Iraq?
John: the fuck -
Sherlock: smoothly interrupting you to casually accept fangirl-made coffee
Sherlock: hey molly
Sherlock: thank you for offering to make me this delicious coffee
Sherlock: -sips- mnn, tangy
Sherlock: you look ugly without makeup
Sherlock: We should be flatmates
Sherlock: I'll meet you at the flat ok
Sherlock: Goodbye Mr Army Doctor from afghanistan
Sherlock: say hi to your alcoholic brother for me
Sherlock: nice psychosomatic limp you got there
Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, 221b Baker St, exit stage left
Mike: ain't he so raven
Sherlock: Check out the flat ain't it pretty don't you like it John, you must like it, I can clean up, look I'm cleaning up say you'll live with me say it
Mrs Hudson: You guys are such a cute couple
John: what, no
Lestrade: There's been a murder
Sherlock: come and see dead bodies with me, John
John: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT I THINK I LIKE IT
Sherlock: lol you're blowing one of the forensic team
Anderson: fuk u shercock u dick
Sherlock: i know you are i said you are but what am i
Sherlock: John what's your professional doctor's opinion.
John: ... yup she's dead.
John: amazing brilliant fantastic
Sherlock: omg relyy
John: boy u mighty fine
Lestrade: I'm standing in the room still
Sherlock: lol you're all idiots I am the only one who sees the truth
Lestrade and John: what
security cameras: spinning
John: the fuck is this
Mycroft: hey gurl
John: the fuck are you
Mycroft: I am suggestively frightening and I'm sherlock's arch enemy, my name begins with M, can you guess who I am
Mycroft: gurl I like you
Sherlock: URGENT URGENT COME HOME AT ONCE THERE IS AN URGENCY
Sherlock: Pass me my phone.
John: you texted me to
Sherlock: and send a text please k thanks
John: Fuck you sideways, man
Sherlock: love you too
Sherlock: come to dinner?
Angelo: you're such a cute gay couple
John: what, no
Angelo: So very cute and gay
John: no, sherlock, say something, tell him we're not gay
Angelo: I'll get some candles to set the mood to SEXY TIMES
John: NO DON'T GET CANDLES
Angelo: YOU'RE GAY
John: Why do I have an ominous feeling that this is going to happen again? Like reverse deja vu?
Sherlock: Keep an eye out for murderers 'kay
John: So er ... got a girlfriend? Or a ... boyfriend?
Sherlock: uh ... John ... look, it's very flattering and all but I'm taken
John: no -
Sherlock: My work is a jealous lover
John: no - what? I don't even want to consider how a relationship with investigating dead bodies works - no, I wasn't - no - I'M NOT GAY!
Sherlock: okay then.
Sherlock: SUSPECT AT TWO O'CLOCK
~ROOFTOP CAR CHASE~
John: shit that was funny
Sherlock: I know right
Lestrade: DRUGS BUST PARTY AT 221B
Sherlock: THE FUCK IS GOING ON
John: wait drugs lol what
Lestrade: THERE ARE PEOPLE STANDING IN THIS ROOM
Mrs Hudson: TAXI
Sherlock: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DICKS
Cabbie: come away with me, in the night
Cabbie: CLEVER SHIT
Cabbie: pick a pill any pill
Sherlock: CLEVERER SHIT
Cabbie: pick a pill anyway
Sherlock: sounds like fun
Cabbie: SUCKER -
John: I SAVE YOU
Sherlock: that's so raven
Lestrade: tell me the things
Sherlock: look at my fucking ugly blanket
Lestrade: oh jesus
Sherlock: hai john
John: hai Sherlock
Sherlock: you saved me
John: for a minute there I thought my princess was in another castle
Mycroft: hey gurl
Sherlock: fuck off bro
John: why didn't you tell me he was your brother?
Sherlock: because he smells
Mycroft: you're so mean
Sherlock: lol John let's go get Chinese
~BITCHIN SLOW WALK~
Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...