OMG, HE’S HELPING HIM BACK INTO THE OCEAN !!!!!
NO IT’S FINE IT’S JUST RAINING ON MY FACE.
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OMG, HE’S HELPING HIM BACK INTO THE OCEAN !!!!!
NO IT’S FINE IT’S JUST RAINING ON MY FACE.
(Source: ray-moro)
and John is all. ‘Sherlock, get out of his personal space RIGHT NOW! Bloody hell I can’t watch this.’
This is…frighteningly appropriate for what I’m writing right now. (eeee, almost finished!)
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“The gentle squeak of leather, the jingling harness, and the noise of hastily barked orders were drowned now by the pounding of hooves and the shout of the troopers as we galloped down on the enemy in the valley below us. Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware of the glint of Captain Nicholls’s heavy sword. I felt his spurs in my side, and I heard his battle cry. I saw the gray soldiers ahead of us raise their rifles and heard the death rattle of a machine gun, and then quite suddenly I found that I had no rider, that I had no weight on my back anymore, and that I was alone out in front of the squadron.”
(via phenixlaufeyson)
The war has taken everything… from everyone.
(via hawkeye-barton)
PBS Interviews with Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat on The Art of Deduction
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Mmm Mmm Mmm.
Benedict and Tom.
Hiddlesbatch.
Cumberston.
Look at you two with your curls.
And there’s Benny standing there with his ever-straining shirt buttons not just fucking you with his eyes, and not just fucking you with his whole face, he’s fucking you with his entire existence.
And then, oh, those trees are pretty, I kind of like that building, damn, that’s a pretty sweet streetlamp.
And there they are again. Hiddlesbatch. Cumberston. Holy Fuck.
(via cumberqueen)
This has to be the cutest thing ever.
THIS!!!
Aaawwwww, David!!!!
(Source: jackandthete)
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