Writer. Fangirl. Nerd. |
Hi, I'm Bryony.
I will post literally anything that has caught my interest, so please don't be alarmed.
Please leave all coats, bags and sanity at the door.
Feel free to have a look around.
If any of my stuff bothers you, there's a big red cross at the top of the webpage which you can click on to go away.
Have a nice day!
{ wear } { wear } |
I bet Mrs. Finch and Mrs. Hudson get together for tea and discuss their boys:
“You know,” said Mrs. Finch, sipping at her tea with a relaxed air, “this is the first time I’ve properly sat down all week! What with his dog eating my cardigans and drinking the whiskey, and Tintin running about on adventures, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going half the time!”
“I know how you feel, dear,” replied Mrs. Hudson, leaning back into the cushioned comfort of her armchair. “Those two upstairs, they’re always rushing about, and Sherlock leaves body parts in the fridge and does odd experiments in the kitchen. Last week he set fire to the drapes seven times, just to see the way different materials burned!”
Mrs. Finch blew out a breath of exasperated fondness. “There was a man shot on our doorstep the other day.”
Mrs. Hudson smiled the smile of long suffering landladies everywhere. “My Sherlock threw one out of the window, the week before last.”
Sherlock Holmes. Deleting legs since 2009.
still one of my favorite gif sets *w*
(via annathemarmotqueen)
(Source: vitalyorlovs, via ameliawilliamspond)
Yep, they’re seriously getting tired of us Sherlock fans trolling omegle.
Will we stop? NEVAAAR!
I can’t die… if I’ve got you.
(Source: scienceof-deduction, via ameliawilliamspond)
(via agronsy)
I think they’re getting tired of us popping those types of questions on Omegle…
Will we stop? NEVER.
This was found on the Wikipedia page for January 29.
I love the Sherlock fandom.
(via andersonhummel)
(Source: mrcasanovak, via ameliawilliamspond)
| Gatiss: | Okay, Steven, everyone's going crazy trying to figure out how Sherlock survived that fall, so we're going to need a really clever solution. |
| Moffat: | Sherlock stood on top of St. Bart's. And then-- |
| Gatiss: | Yes? |
| Moffat: | More disco music. |
| Gatiss: | What? No. It was funny at the pool, but-- |
| Moffat: | More. Disco. Music. |
| Gatiss: | How does that even explain-- |
| Moffat: | Gloria Gaynor. |
| Gatiss: | But you were talking about all the clues being-- |
| Moffat: | First I was afraid. I was petrified. |
| Gatiss: | You don't need to sing it. I know the song. |
| Moffat: | Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. |
| Gatiss: | Molly. Molly definitely has a part in it, right? |
| Moffat: | But I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong. And I learned how to carry on. |
| Gatiss: | Stop it. Stop it right now. Did the garbage truck break Sherlock's fa-- |
| Moffat: | Oh no, not I. |
| Gatiss: | STEVEN. No! He used the ball to stop his pulse! The dummy that was hanging in the flat was wearing a mask! Something! Anything! |
| Moffat: | I WILL SURVIVE. AS LONG AS I KNOW HOW TO LOVE I KNOW I'LL STAY ALIVE. |
| Gatiss: | Please, please, Steven. I'm begging you as your friend-- |
| Moffat: | I. Will. Survive. |
| Gatiss: | Fuck it. Fine. |
“John, I’m not de—”
“Yes, I know it was painful for you, but it had to be done, or—”
“It’s all fine, now. Moriarty’s network is crushed. We’re safe, and—”
“I have everything I need to clear my name, we can go back to wor—”
“You are all I thought of the whole time I was awa—”
“John, can you not keep hitting me, please; I’m just—”
“Mycroft, Can I stay here tonight?”
LinksThis List will be updated as we find, receive or create new resources. If for any reason you...
Omg. I want it. Those guys are sick, mad respect.
A’capella cover, huh… we’ll see about th… …
Dead. Dead dead dead dead. So dead.
this is silly and has probably been done 18247893767830468 times
Johnlock’s lovechild. So hard.
OHMYGOD. HE IS USING A JUMPER AS A SCARF. HE IS TALL...
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
Will Smith and Gary Barlow Do ‘The Fresh...