So this guy who looked like Ryan Gosling was ringing up my stuff in Forbidden Planet and saw I was buying Sherlock Cluedo and he says ‘That’s a good show, did you know one of the writers from Doctor Who wrote a few episodes?’ which I take as an invitation to I launch into a long ramble about my obsession with Sherlock and how Steven Moffat ruined my life and I forgot I wasn’t on Tumblr and that you can’t really talk like that irl. The poor guy looked shell shocked as he handed over my stuff.

I had this vivid dream that John was sitting by Sherlock’s grave on the third year anniversary and he was talking to the headstone, talking to Sherlock about how his life was going since he left him and he was crying. Then he fell asleep against the headstone. When he woke up there was a coat tucked around him, it’s Sherlock’s with a note pinned to it:

‘You’ll catch a cold. Come home. SH’

And I actually woke up crying.

sasstiel-sassbutt:

staying-is-boring:

NO.

With sudden pang of pain

I realised you were gone

When I poured two cups of tea

But only needed one.

So I set yours on the counter

I walked over to your chair

And I sat in it for hours

Weeping with despair.

I went into your bedroom,

And I stood there for a while

The room still had your smell

Like sweet mint and camomile.

I lay there on your bed

My head upon your place

And I thought about your words

And that look upon your face.

But I stopped myself from thinking,

But was it out of fear?

No, I think I stopped for something else;

Those words you’ll never hear.

(Source: theresse95, via forsciencejohn)

It’s been so long since season 2 of Sherlock that my brain refuses to believe that they’re going to film season 3.

It is literally going to be a case of pics or it didn’t happen

lordofthehalflings:

Lyrics:

You’re still the voice in my head

I hear the last words you said

Never thought that you would jump

But now you’re gone, now you’re dead

You were the best of me

You were what kept me free

But now you’re gone, you’ve left me here

And all you’ve left me is this fear

The light faded from your bright blue eyes

You didn’t turn to me or hear my cries

I saw the blood run down your face

A memory I can never erase

I’d to anything for you to stay

But now you’re gone, you’re gone

I’ll never let you fade away

And through the crowd I was crying out

But they stopped me there and they took my hands away

They pulled me back from your side

Oh heaven help me your eyes were open wide

You were so condescending

Thought you were always right

So why’d you leave it all

Why’d you give up the fight?

Did I mean nothing to you?

Did I somehow push you?

What did I change you into?

The light faded from your bright blue eyes

You didn’t turn to me or hear my cries

I saw the blood run down your face

A memory I can never erase

I’d to anything for you to stay

But now you’re gone, you’re gone

I’ll never let you fade away

(via lordofthehalflings)

reichenroll:

I’m pretty much only attracted to emotionally damaged/stunted intellectuals who are fictitious.

I’m pretty much only attracted to emotionally damaged/stunted intellectuals who are fictitious.

(Source: reichenroll)

Just got this from Jack for our anniversary, queue fangirl screeching