But really, they actually paralleled Sherlock shooting Magnussen for John at the end of HLV
with Irene’s explicitly romantic, elevated-pulse, dilated-pupil heart-ruling-head moment in ASiB
I love Harry Potter, Sherlock, the Avengers, and things which amuse me. I dabble in The Hunger Games. I love Benedict Cumberbatch. A lot.
Feel free to become my new best friend....I'd love to talk to you!!!! <3
You can’t fool Mrs Hudson.
I love the idea of a ‘Spot Sherlock’ book. Maybe that’s my next project…
(6 panels, people! Count ‘em!)
Thanks for all the reblogs and likes … it’s really nice to know that people are out there enjoying these little bits of silliness as much as I am.
Of course you can’t fool Mrs. H. :)
so i realized i hadn’t made a video in a while….
you and me were searching for the same light
desperate for a cure to this disease
Like did you ever realise that John actually taught Sherlock HOW to love? Because John loved Sherlock selflessly and unconditionally, and made sacrifices in his own life to be there when Sherlock needed him, and accepted his faults and his flaws and thought he was brilliant and fantastic in spite of them, and that’s the way Sherlock loves John back in series three. John literally showed Sherlock how love works.
it’s gone 6am and this is ruining my entire fucking life
Lets Draw Sherlock - Characters when they think no one’s looking!
JW: Remember when you said Sherlock wanted to be a pirate?
MH: Initially, yes.
JW: Well, apparently he still does.
MH: Ahh. You’ve found the book have you?
JW: Didn’t have to look very hard…
Sherlock still indulges in a bit of mindless reading every now and again. Though he often seeks comfort in one book in particular. Funny that.
John comes home from the clinic early to find Sherlock sound asleep with a book. And though Sherlock claims that the books he reads are for case and chemistry purposes only, John’s pleasantly surprised that Sherlock has at least one adventure book among the lot. He feels like he’s just walked in on a very private moment so, after snapping a photo for safe keeping, John leaves Sherlock be and retreats upstairs.
The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.
I JUST DON’T GET WAHT ANYBODY THOUGHT S3 WAS ABOUT IF YOU DON’T THINK SHERLOCK IS IN LOVE WITH JOHN
Simon Pegg and Amanda Abbington are having Cumberbatch dirty sex talk, please never stop.
Such sodsI guess I’m just an ungrateful shit-stirrer, but, um, publicly tweeting explicit, albeit joking, RPF self-insertion (pun!) slash about a celebrity friend is totes okay…however, writing on a fandom/fanfic site about Sherlock and John getting romantic and sexy is disrespectful to Benedict and Martin? Simon is a close, close friend, and obviously Amanda is Martin’s lifepartner/spouse, so is that what makes the difference? Or is it only different when a famous man initiates it and a famous woman has really witty comebacks? The mental image won’t upset Simon’s children? Or Amanda’s? Or Benedict’s, if he ever has any? I mean, it’s not weird or off-putting to Ben for a woman to publicly write about Ben’s friend and fellow actor penetrating him, as long as the woman is his pal and part of the in-gang, not some virginal teenager or unknown housewife? Or maybe….hmmm….maybe people of all types write things like this because it’s fun, or funny, or interesting, or sexy, or a momentary diversion, and nobody actually intends or wishes to disrespect the actors in the first place. Just thinking out loud, here, not trying to criticize Simon or Amanda; merely pointing out alternative readings based on previous discussions and concerns that have been made public before.
I wonder how Amanda would feel if Simon and Benedict had this exchange about her and Simon?
Benedict Cumberbatch & Martin Freeman + "It’s called football"
I do not care about football, or soccer, or any other form of athletic endeavour, quite frankly. Nor am I an American. However.
If you’re British and you’re tempted to complain about what you consider to be an annoying Americanism, consider this: nine times out of ten, that word that is annoying you just an archaic term that originated in the United Kingdom. It has not been invented by some upstart superpower to irritate you. It is in fact most likely the direct result of the extended colonial enterprise conducted by your very own beloved homeland. Congratulations!
Immigrants have a funny tendency to cling on to the traditions, methods, and accents of their home country as they remember it. Nostalgia, perhaps? This is why, when my German mother appeared in post-war Canada in 1950, her teachers thought she was dumb for not being able to read Fraktur (the German alphabet), which had gone out of use in Germany ten years prior, two years before my mother was even born. That’s a thing immigrants often do. They cling, far longer than their home countries do.
This is why North Americans still use the word “gotten” while the English have long since abandoned it, why the English say “I am sat” and we still say “I am sitting” like grammar geeks, and why mocking our accents as “not real English” kind of makes you a dick.
North Americans have a modified version of the accent and language of the people who landed where they are. We’re not quite living fossils, but when it comes to language, the way we speak is evidence of a long history of empire, immigration, and shifting pronunciations. All of our accents have drifted since 1650, but North Americans’ have drifted less than those of the English. You’ve changed. We mostly haven’t. Who’s authentic now, eh?
Soccer is called soccer because at one point, presumably around the time when there was an influx of immigration from the UK to North America, it was the hip thing to do among the probably bearded and flashy young Englishmen to call association football "soccer," just like it was the hip thing to call rugby football “rugger.” The English have forgotten that this was at one point their very own hipster affectation, but the descendants of those stylish and on-trend sports fans have not.
There are things you may legitimately blame Americans for originating; let’s start with their baffling pronunciation for the letter Z. If we could all get on board with Z being pronounced “zed”, that’d be a fine thing.
So before you get tetchy about how North Americans speak and what words we use, remember that whole colonialist thing. That irritation you’re feeling is the unintended consequence of empire. Blame the Queen, or something.