1. BBC, darling… we need this

    annagarny:

    We need a 12-month calendar with a selection your lovely actors in it.

    We would request the following

    Mr January to be Mr Cumberbatch… in that purple shirt… or his sheet. Your discretion.

    Mr February - Likely Mr Eccleston in that leather jacket.

    Mr March - Mr Scott (of course) in something tailored, he’s rather scrumptious in Westwood… and Reiss.

    Mr April - Mr Smith, of course. In his bow tie. That should do it.

    Mr May - Mr Darvill… if you please. In some black-rimmed spectacles.

    Mr June - Oh, Mr Tennant would be great right about here… he’s got leather pants, hasn’t he? And with some eyeliner, that would be lovely.

    Mr July - Mr Freeman, you look great in a stripey jumper.

    Mr August - Mr Gorman, all kinds of mysterious, and very dangerous. He looks good in leather, too.

    Mr September - Mr Graves. He’s delightful, white shirts really set off his tan.

    Mr October - Mr Norton. Let him dress himself, because he is so fantastic that he’ll put your stylists to shame.

    Mr November - Mr Fielding. Same goes for him - any stylist would fail miserably if they tried to dress him.

    Mr December - Mr Barrowman. In a Santa hat. And not much else, please. Don’t worry about having to convince him, the man will happily get his kit off for us fangirls.

    Of course, the other option is, of course -

    Mr January - to -December…

    The divine Mr Hiddleston.

    BBC, I will leave this in your capable hands.

     
  2. Honey, you should see me in a crown.

     
  3. whyamipluto:

    Crossover MIGP/Sherlock (inspired by hawkarse’s awesome crossover memes)

    “Ah, Agent Brandt.” His smile seemed genuine, yet the analyst knew better. Training his gun on the man, Brandt glared in his direction, not letting his eyes or aim shift. “How nice to see you.”

    “Where is he?” Brandt spoke with authority and severity; however neither tone seemed to shake the man. He took a few steps forward before speaking again.

    “Oh, come now.” The Irish accent was emphasised as his voice echoed around the large room. “What about the formalities? You know, I greet you, you greet me.”

    “I don’t do greetings.” Brandt maintained his stance, not letting this psychopath’s charming façade fool him. Not when someone’s life was in danger.

    “Hmm…” The man shrugged almost nonchalantly. “Shame. Agent Dunn is much more fun.” At the mention of his friend’s name, Brandt felt himself subconsciously tense up.

    “Where. Is. He?” Brandt slowed down his words as if Moriarty would understand him better. Truth was, and Brandt knew, that the man knew exactly what the agent was asking and was merely taunting him. “Tell me where Benji is, or I put a bullet in your brain.”

    “Do that and you’ll never find him, will you? I know you’re smarter than that, William.” Moriarty watched Brandt as his resolve faltered slightly. Brandt was a good agent, he was trained to deal with situations such as these. But when his friend was in danger, he was on edge.

    And Moriarty knew exactly how to play that.

    Brandt tightened his grip on the gun and took another step forward, however that clearly wasn’t what Moriarty wanted to see.

    “DON’T” The man’s voice boomed, causing the analyst to jump. “take another step.” The last three words were spoken with less volume than the first, yet did not drop in intensity. “Or you won’t be able to identify your friend’s body from anything but his dental records.”

    Brandt froze again, keeping his aim trained on the man’s forehead. The mere image of Benji’s dismembered body caused his heart to race and his eye to twitch. Clearly the reaction was less inconspicuous than he’s hoped.

    “Oh, now that has to hurt, Agent Brandt. The thought of your friend going through all that, am I right?” Moriarty’s returned calmness taunted Brandt, his words causing the horrific images in the analyst’s mind to be emphasised. “It is going to be so much fun watching Agent Dunn break, piece by piece. I think we can start with his mind first. Slowly tearing him apart from the inside out. How does that sound?”

    The words resounded in Brandt’s head and it only took the mental image combined with what he had heard to cause his error. He didn’t even see Moriarty’s man coming until a gunshot silenced the room.

     
  4. timelordy-teganbreann:

    violetamber35:

    MorMor fanvid(face:Michael fassbender)

    I Can‘t Help Myself.

    GROSS SOBBING

    *dead*

     
  5. BBC, darling… we need this

    We need a 12-month calendar with a selection your lovely actors in it.

    We would request the following

    Mr January to be Mr Cumberbatch… in that purple shirt… or his sheet. Your discretion.

    Mr February - Likely Mr Eccleston in that leather jacket.

    Mr March - Mr Scott (of course) in something tailored, he’s rather scrumptious in Westwood… and Reiss.

    Mr April - Mr Smith, of course. In his bow tie. That should do it.

    Mr May - Mr Darvill… if you please. In some black-rimmed spectacles.

    Mr June - Oh, Mr Tennant would be great right about here… he’s got leather pants, hasn’t he? And with some eyeliner, that would be lovely.

    Mr July - Mr Freeman, you look great in a stripey jumper.

    Mr August - Mr Gorman, all kinds of mysterious, and very dangerous. He looks good in leather, too.

    Mr September - Mr Graves. He’s delightful, white shirts really set off his tan.

    Mr October - Mr Norton. Let him dress himself, because he is so fantastic that he’ll put your stylists to shame.

    Mr November - Mr Fielding. Same goes for him - any stylist would fail miserably if they tried to dress him.

    Mr December - Mr Barrowman. In a Santa hat. And not much else, please. Don’t worry about having to convince him, the man will happily get his kit off for us fangirls.

    Of course, the other option is, of course -

    Mr January - to -December…

    The divine Mr Hiddleston.

    BBC, I will leave this in your capable hands.

     
  6.  
  7. you find the oddest things on the internet…

     
  8. men-in-baths:

Andrew Scott of John Adams, Garrow’s Law and BBC’s Sherlock.
In a bathtub.

    men-in-baths:

    Andrew Scott of John Adams, Garrow’s Law and BBC’s Sherlock.

    In a bathtub.

     
  9. (Source: lorynecropsy)

     
  10. twiddlingwithprops:

    Sherlock Holmes The Consulting Detective 

    love this White Stripes remix… the video just makes it that much better.

     
  11. thatgingergirl16:

    kikibelge:

    alyreality:

    the-elf-on-baker-street:

    reality-is-terrible:

    iamthedroidyourelookingfor:

    angel-of-the-lord:

    evilnerdproductions:

    captain-crieff-in-the-tardis:

    glasspearls:

    SHERLOCK FANS. WATCH NOW. WATCH. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. WATCH. SHIVERS ARE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. YOU WILL JUST BECOME A GIANT GOOSEBUMP. YOU WILL CRY AND LAUGH AND SCREAM. YOU WILL BE ASKING YOURSELVES WHY HASN’T BBC PICKED THIS UP AS A PROMO FOR SERIES 3. YOU WILL BE ASKING YOURSELVES WHY YOU WERE SO STUPID TO WATCH THE SHOW IN THE FIRST PLACE, BECAUSE IF YOU HADN’T, YOU WOULDN’T GRASP THE PHENOM THAT IS THIS VIDEO AND BE ASKING YOURSELF WHY ARE ALL THE EMOTIONS WHYYYY.

    TWEET THIS TO MOFFAT!

    DO NOT JUST SCROLL PAST THIS!!!!!! WATCH IT!! IT IS AWESOME!!!!!

    WOW

    WOW

    WOW

    WOW

    CANT.HANDLE.HOW.GOOD.THIS.IS.

    I WILL REBLOG THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE IFLDAS;HGRUEHAGEIRHAFKSDJ

    SHIVERS. OMG. I LITERALLY JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT AT THE END. ALL THE EVERYTHING. PERFECT.

    WATCH THIS. IF IT IS THE LAST THING YOU DO.

    CHILLS! ALL OF THE CHILLS! ALL OF THEM! CHILLS! WATCH THIS! NOW!

    HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK

    CANNOT HANDLE…CATACLYSMIC SYSTEM CRASH…ALL SYSTEMS SHUTTING DOWN.

    AHHHHHH.

    SWEET BABY BACK RIBS

    THIS IS PERFECT

    EVEN IF YOU AREN’T A FAN OF SHERLOCK,WATCH IT

    NOW

    AHHH

    (Source: unsurelocked)