Mrs. Hudson took my skull.

Apr 19

I’m convinced that these three men can be photoshopped into any picture and the end result will still be undeniably awesome.

(Source: lovelyintrovert)

(Reblogged from ineedacat)

Feb 23

How Reichenbach Falls could have ended.

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So basically a friend of mine asked me what I thought might have happened if Mycoft had just killed Moriarty while he had the chance. My answer?

“Well, Sherlock is rather accident prone, isn’t he?”

I’m blaming this on influenza.

Feb 19

Martin Freeman’s Children.

So I noticed that the picture of Benedict Cumberbatch with Martin Freeman’s children has begun circulating again.

How many times must we repeat this message, Sherlockians?!

Those are not your children. They’re Martin’s children. And he and his partner, Amanda Abbington, were understandably upset that a fan had posted a snapshot of their kids online. They asked their fans to respect their need for privacy and remove the photos from Tumblr.

By all means, take as many photographs of Martin as you like, and reblog them to kingdom come. But reposting pictures of other people’s children against their expressed wishes is not only rude, it’s wrong.

If you consider yourself a fan of Martin Freeman, Benedict Cumberbatch or BBC’s Sherlock, I hope you’ll do the decent thing and not only delete the post from your page, but urge others to do so as well. It’s called common courtesy. Would you like a stranger to snap photos of your little ones and spread them across the internet for all kinds of creeps to point at and oggle over? I think not.

I believe in the Sherlock fandom. I believe the majority of you will do the right thing.

And to the individuals who continue to reblog that snapshot even though they’re fully aware of Martin’s request:

That is all.

Feb 05

Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Food Critic

John had grown accustomed to Sherlock starving himself on a case. When asked about it, his lips would quirk into an indulgent half-smile and he’d say, with a one-shouldered shrug and a blasé flick of his hand, “Yeah, he does that.” And it would be dismissed as one of the detective’s many unusual quirks.

In actuality, Sherlock just didn’t like the food.

And therein lay the reason why such a level of animosity existed between the two Holmes brothers; Mycroft would literally eat anything. Sherlock abhorred the elder Holmes’ unrefined palate, and Mycroft found his brother’s fussy eating intolerable. You can imagine the Christmas dinners.

It wasn’t long before Lestrade learned the truth. He never confessed his knowledge in words, as such, but the officers at Scotland Yard noticed that the detective inspector liked to gorge himself on shop-bought muffins whenever Sherlock stopped by at the office demanding case files.

And Anderson? The forensics specialist had made the unfortunate mistake of offering Sherlock a Tesco Value chocolate biscuit when they were first acquainted. A food crime that, in the detective’s eyes, was wholly unforgivable. They have been enemies ever since.

And while Jim Moriarty was a mass-murdering psychopath, Sherlock mused as he stood on the roof of St. Bart’s hospital, at least the man chewed a respectable brand of gum.

Feb 04

This day can also be referred to as the following:

1) The day John made a mental note to hide all the bedsheets.

2) The day Lestrade swore that if he ever set foot in that bloody flat again, it would be ten years too soon.

3) The day Mycroft ordered that the surveillance camera be promptly removed from his brother’s mantelpiece, before downing a double scotch with the speed of your average unemployed drunkard and attempting to reply to Greg’s irate texts.

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Because Sherlock’s never wearing any pants.