exactlyasplanned:

threadspinner:

OH man! I found this totally sweet site to create color pallettes, so of course I have to run here and share with you guys.

Color Scheme Designer

I WILL NEVER CREATE MY OWN COLORS AGAIN

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

OH MY GOD

IT’S EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED

Paging all my artsy/websy/designery friends - this thing is awesome.

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chemistryholmes:

shuofthewind:

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First of all, thank you. This observation has been lurking on the edges of my mind for a while, but I never found a way to put it into words, so thank you so very much for doing so.

And secondly, I think I have to attribute my love of and admiration for Holmes and Watson to the intelligence of it all. It is a smart series. It expects you to have a brain to understand what’s going on. That’s why I love it so much. It helps that I identify so much with both Holmes and Watson, with Holmes’ brain and his struggle against boredom and Watson’s loyalty and overall jolliness. 

But that’s just me.

No, thank you! I really appreciate you sharing this with me, and for being nice about what I’ve written. Putting thoughts like this out onto the internet can be a little scary…

But I totally agree, I love that so many different versions of Sherlock Holmes “expect you to have a brain.” It is nice to be engaged in stories that expect a lot of you as a reader/viewer.

Anyway. Thanks.

I think it’s also become a lot more accepted to take pride in your geeky obsessions with the stories. I’ve been a fan since a friend of my mother’s gave me the collected stories when I was seven or eight, but I’d often bring them up with friends and they either had no idea what they were about, or I’d get the usual “but those stories are no good for girls!”

My parents encouraged me to read voraciously, and read anything that interested me, and I also grew up in a very non-“gendered” household (my father and I did most of the cooking together, and he’d sit there and play Barbies with me, then we’d play with Legos, then I’d help him work on his car, you know?) so when I went out into the “big real world” I was hit with this whole “why do you like those things, you shouldn’t like those things!” mentality (primarily about my tastes in fiction - mysteries, science fiction, etc and my fascination with cars and motorcycles and aeroplanes) and I kind of… stopped talking about it. Kids at school had enough ammunition to make my life miserable, I learned early on to stop giving them more.

But now, I’ve found a whole community of like-minded people of all genders, and I can nerd out about it with impunity, and it’s wonderful.

lady-digby-chicken-caesar:

stepharooni:

superboyfriends:

ethelindi:

Everyone probably knew this was coming.

#i legit CRY at this commercial #it actually makes me CRY #boom-dee-ada-boom-dee-ada #i just love the fucking world okay? #sobbing now

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS COMMERCIAL

I was just thinking about these commercials and how I wanted one on my tumblr, and now here it is!

Aww, I love these commercials so much. I hadn’t seen them in a while, so it made me really happy to have this show up on my dash.

(via stop-the-fading)

astudyintruffle:

Yes, exactly !

Pensexual.

(via vauxhallarches)

ihavebeensherlocked:

reapersun:

don’t worry, eventually the pants turned up

someone somewhere in my askbox: sherlock getting aroused by john giving orders

SCREAM

bowtiesandbamfs:

thegirlwhoisstillwaiting:

s-h-e-r-l-o-c-k-e-d-b-b-c:

deathlymad:

detective-who:

thecityofpaper:

(inspired by this post, because UGH IT WAS LIKE A PROMPT WAITING TO HAPPEN)

Sherlock burst back into the flat and saw John sitting in his chair reading the newspaper.

John locked his gaze, and just sighed.

“Hello,” John said.

“John, I’m so sorry, I-“

“Sherlock, stop. It’s fine.”

Well that was unexpected. Sherlock thought.

He sat down in front of John, waiting for him to say something.

“Sherlock, you’re getting the couch wet.”

Right, the rain. He got up, peeled his coat off, and went to make tea, all the while thinking What the hell?

—

Occasionally, John broke something, or yelled, but never directly at Sherlock.

He would throw a beaker on the floor, and just stand there breathing in and out.

Sherlock knew never to come close to him, only to intervene when John was about to injure himself.

Sherlock decided this was just John’s way of coping, and really, Sherlock deserved much worse. John just let him quietly slip back into his life, without much questioning.

It was unexpected.

If Sherlock was being perfectly honest, it was really weird.

He had been gone two and a half years, he expected a punch in the face, or for them to even talk about it.

But nothing came, just the occasional breaking of glass.

It was really weird.

—

“John, is everything alright?” Sherlock asked after two weeks at home.

“Everything’s…” John swallowed hard and looked back down at his book, “Everything’s fine.”

—

Sherlock obviously told Lestrade he came back. He wasn’t going to just sit there with no cases.

He came by 221B one afternoon, and John said hello and offered tea, to which Lestrade said no, I won’t be here for long, and walked into the living room.

“Sherlock, I know you haven’t been home long, but we have a triple homicide, locked rooms, no evidence. Will you come?”

Sherlock looked up to see John white as a sheet.

“John, are you alright?” Sherlock asked, as he stood up slowly.

“Lestrade…you can see him too?”

“Oh my god,” Lestrade said quietly. He looked back in forth between Sherlock and John, and Sherlock’s jaw dropped to the floor.

He didn’t, he didn’t think…

“Oh, John…” Sherlock whispered.

Oh my god.

Guise, Guise I found it.

WAAHHHHH :’(

FUCK YOU FANDOM

FUCK
YOU

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sillyunicorntime:

What if when Sherlock gets back he goes to see John and John doesn’t even react just lets him slide seamlessly back into his life.  And at first Sherlock thinks it’s kind of weird but he gets used to it, to John never bringing it up, to the way he sometimes just snaps and yells or breaks something because he figures, “That’s just the way he copes and I deserve so much worse.”  Then one day Lestrade or Mrs. Hudson or someone shows up and starts talking to Sherlock and John goes all white in the face and says

“You can see him, too?”

And that’s when Sherlock realizes that the reason John never said anything was because he’d been imagining that Sherlock was still there the whole time.  He never noticed that his hallucination had been replaced by the real thing.

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cosmostrekker:

moraniarty:

stepharooni:

ktbakerstreet:

“Dear fans, all the gratitude. All of it. Very sincerely yours, Martin Freeman.”

OH MY GOD.

BRILLIANT. HAHAHA

PERFECTION.

theliminality:

Tumblr wont allow me to reblog things and add commentary. I keep getting caught in other peoples quotes.

It’s doing this to me too, and it’s driving me bonkers. You can get around it by clicking in the last person’s quote and then un-clicking the “blockquote” button in the toolbar, the one with the quotation mark in it.

I have no idea why it’s happening, it’s really irritating.