*goes on Facebook*
*confused as to why no one’s flailing over Sherlock*
*returns to the safety of Tumblr*
Post-Reichenbach Depression
The… The Fall… No more episodes for at least a year… A YEAR.
I don’t know where I found the strength to wake up this morning…
I can’t, fandom, I CAN’T…
moriartyistheworstkidsshowhost:
Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.
This is what broke me.
This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.
This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.
Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.
FKN THIS.
FUCK EVERYTHING
Will I ever recover from this? Can’t. Stop. Crying.
(via sherlockspeare)
Your face, sir, is illegal
Smiling Sherlock is a new thing.
It unsettled me on the first watch, then it became a happy thing :D
(Source: likes-boys)
poor jawn
(Source: mamagwendo, via fyeahsherlockandjohn)
But we both know that’s not quite true.
(via captainmartinducreff)
I don’t have friends. I’ve just got one.
(via godtiss)
Watching ASiB yet again.
<3
(Source: fourthseasonsoldier, via bbcsherlockftw)
In which Irene does not develop feelings for Sherlock, but is instead guilty of a more heinous crime than we realized.
The sequel, of sorts, to this.
MY GOD I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING.
THIS
IS
PERFECT
Oh my Godtiss hahaha
Holy crap. HAHAHAHAHA.




