Compete with My Massive Intellect

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Of course. Only the best for you~

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It was a magical evening

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I’m not quite sure where this is headed…

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I don’t know whats happening anymore but I’m happy

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The prom queens.

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Hire us BBC

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I am ready and serious.

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I am crying

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The Original Soap Opera: Reichenbach in My Life.

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So many feelings

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You’re no fun buffjohn.

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Do you remember when this was about prom

THE GREATEST COMIC EVER

angelsdetectivesandtimelordsohmy:

When I thought of all the ways my life could go wrong, reading fanfiction about pregnant men at three in the morning was not on the top of my list

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In a very short time a decrepit figure had emerged
from the opium den, and I was walking down the
street with Sherlock Holmes. For two streets he shuffled
along with a bent back and an uncertain foot.
Then, glancing quickly round, he straightened himself
out and burst into a hearty fit of laughter.

“I suppose, Watson,” said he, “that you imagine
that I have added opium-smoking to cocaine injections,
and all the other little weaknesses on which
you have favoured me with your medical views.”

“I was certainly surprised to find you there.”

“But not more so than I to find you.”

“I came to find a friend.”

“And I to find an enemy.”

“An enemy?”

“Yes; one of my natural enemies, or, shall I say,
my natural prey. Briefly, Watson, I am in the midst
of a very remarkable inquiry, and I have hoped to
find a clue in the incoherent ramblings of these sots,
as I have done before now. Had I been recognised
in that den my life would not have been worth an
hour’s purchase; for I have used it before now for
my own purposes, and the rascally Lascar who runs
it has sworn to have vengeance upon me.”

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-The Man With The Twisted Lip

I note this mostly because I’ve been seeing a lot of debate about Sherlock’s drug use in HLV over the last couple of days. Personally, I ascribe to the “using small amounts for a case” theory, and as much of a shipper as I am, don’t really buy the “but he was so desperately lonely he relapsed and started using again and the case is a convenient cover!” theory. I think my Canon background heavily influences my interpretation of that scene, because as soon as I saw Kate Whitney pop into the Watson’s living room I knew exactly where we were headed, and it tracked TWIS so beautifully from there with a little extra BAMF!John for spice. I just didn’t see anything more to it than that. Just my own personal thoughts, of course, and always it’s all open to interpretation anyway.

(via mazarin221b)

Laura’s correct tags: #i think this is partly why i misinterpreted molly in the lab#and thought he wasn’t using#because he wasn’t in canon at this point

I can’t tell, because s3 is a bit murky, but I do fall under the, “it doesn’t matter what he says, it was a relapse because he was lonely/unhappy and he’s fooling himself to suggest it’s case based.” Bit melodramatic, but Sherlock is.

worduptiffany:

No one verbs like Gaston,
Adverb verbs like Gaston,
No one verbs with the adjective noun like Gaston.

(Source: gracelikeleaves)