- Unnecessary things I find saved in my drafts.
- Things I do not remember doing.
- Things no one thinks are funny but me.
Can I give you an award or something? I don’t think I ever have made a noise like that before
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.
Hide your Sherlocks, hide your Johns and hide your Mycroft ‘cause he’s killin errybody out there.
best. post. ever. made. on. tumblr.
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If any of us become famous painters, film makers, photographers, illustrators, et cetera, we have to hide lemons in all our works. It’ll be our inside joke and it’ll confuse historians for centuries, okay? Okay.
I just wanted to point out Benedict’s phone answering dance, now documented in two very different films.
HIPS DON’T LIE
Always reblog Ben’s answering-the-phone hip wiggle.
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what if John made this?
WHAT IF MARTIN MADE THIS
omg the man can’t type a sentence in less than an hour do you really think he could photoshop
there are animals called dikdiks
pronounced.. dick-dicks?
no pronounced xylophone
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