Mostly reblogs
(via sherlockissocoollikeinthetardiss)
consultingdetectiveofgallifrey:
i-was-so-alone-and-i-o-u-so-much:
I want to make your skin into a lampshade, John.WTF
I’m coming after you. I hope you’re a light sleeper. Have you changed your locks recently? Heard Sherlock is going to be out of town a while.
Homicidal Greg.
we were shipping sherlock/door just weeks before S2
i’m looking forward to the next year of mentally-damaged sherlockians
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME”
You’re walking down Baker Street. There’s no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him: “Greg Lestrade”. He’s following you, about 30 feet back, he gets down on all fours like the Hound of Baskerville—he’s gaining on you! GREG LESTRADE. You’re looking for 221b but you’re all turned around! He’s almost upon you now and you can see there’s BLOOD on his face! My Godtiss there’s blood everywhere! Running from your life from GREG LESTRADE. He’s brandishing a badge. It’s GREG LESTRADE. Lurking in Londooon. Detective Inspector GREG LESTRADE. Living in the shadows. GREG LESTRADE. Going on vacation. GREG LESTRADE. Finding all the bodddiiiiiiesss. Actual Psychopath GREG LESTRADE. Now it’s dark, and you’ve seen to have lost him. But you’ve hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with a detective. You creep silently around St. Barts. Ah-Ha! In the distance, there’s 221b with it’s light on! JOHN! You move stealthily toward it. But DAMN YOUR LEG! Ahh! Moran blew it off! Getting a cane! Deduce deduce. Limping into the flat. Deduce deduce. Now you’re on the doorstep. Sitting inside is GREG LESTRADE. Playing on his phone. GREG LESTRADE. But he doesn’t hear you enter. GREG LESTRADE. You’re sneaking up behind himmm. Strangling Detective GREG LESTRADE. Fighting for your life with GREG LESTRADE. Using your cane on GREG LESTRADE.VATICAN CAMEOS! Safe at last from GREG LESTRADE. You limp back to Baker Street, blood oozing form your damn leg. But you’ve won. You have beaten GREG LESTRADE.
omfg^^
The owner of this blog can no longer breathe properly. If convenient, send help. If inconvenient, send help anyway.
If possible, do not send a now deranged psychopathic detective inspector, as that would only exacerbate the problem.
Never change you guys. I love you all so very much.
i M SCMREAINGG
“Lurking in Londooon. Detective Inspector GREG LESTRADE. Living in the shadows. GREG LESTRADE. Going on vacation. GREG LESTRADE. Finding all the bodddiiiiiiesss. Actual Psychopath GREG LESTRADE.”
YES
I LOVE THIS FANDOM SO MUCH
(via my-sexy-narwhal)
#they’re just like #in the middle of your tears #because david is gone #all the sobbing is happening right #you’re just screaming I DON’T WANT TO GO #and DAVID NO #and then magically #out of nowhere pops matt smith #the silly and ridiculous matt smith #with this intro and then even though you’re crying #they have you laughing and you can’t stop thinking how unfair itis #that matt has already made you fall in love with him
exactly i was suffering through trauma and my heart was ripping apart and the stupid idiot made me laugh.
(via joewalkersabs)
i remember when france gave the uk one point last year
and then graham norton said:
we built a tunnel to your country
I remember that. It was awkward because I was at a party with my friends’ French exchanges..
(via tributing)
what if there was a really flamboyant assassin and after they killed someone they just snapped their fingers, turned away and said ‘you’ve just been SASSassinated’
(Source: frickingloki, via joewalkersabs)
in a sudden plot twist everyone i follow is now from europe
(via oh-nargles)
My dash:
- Eurovision
- Eurovision
- Eurovision
- Eurovision
- Eurovision
- An American
- Eurovision
- Eurovision
- A confused American
- Eurovision
(via alannispippins)
Can all Europeans take a moment to appreciate the beauty that for once we have something the Americans needs streams to watch while it’s on our TV screens
(Source: klairy-dust, via wheres-margo)
sherlockissocoollikeinthetardiss:
do you know who i constantly thank god for?
