brolininthetardis:

Beware the Jabberwock consulting detective, my son

The jaws that bite mind that deduces, the claws eyes that catch

Beware the Jujub Freeman bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch

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wehaveahiddleston:

OMG those buttons.

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fairgroundsoldier:

itsacrimescene:

Did you see the devil that night?

oh my god how CLEVER

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moraniarty:

donpe:

omg

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dmcxwtf:

consultingdetectiveofgallifrey:

deductism:

celestialnexus:

thenextdragonborn:

whiskersandmagic:

bamfinajumper:

i-was-so-alone-and-i-o-u-so-much:

sherlockstuff:

WTF

I want to make your skin into a lampshade, John.

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.

#when the sherlock fandom starts to make homicidal greg is when we need now s3

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.

augustbird:

#to be a fly on the wall during that game #while john tries to patiently explain that no mr. green didn’t bash his own head in with the hammer #and sherlock’s spouting off about how mr. green was clearly the kind of man who would kill himself at a party #brutally of course because of some childhood trauma #and the whole time he’s talking and making these grand deductions about fake characters #getting louder and louder as john’s patience wears thinner and thinner#until john is just finally grabbing the paper with the rules written on them to remind sherlock that this is a game and there’s a certain… #way it has to be played but sherlock’s having none of that#because he knows he’s right and there’s no way it could be any different #so john gives up and goes to bed leaving sherlock awake and alone and now on top of bored he’s whining and pissed off#so the board ends up pinned to the wall with the knife #go ahead john ask him to play monopoly#see what happens then 

Steven Moffat

Couldn’t agree more. Moffat, you brilliant, brilliant man!

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the-vashta-nerada:

jesus christ don’t ask questions just press play and delve into a new respect for the sherlock fandom

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