Legen...wait for it.... dary


I was thinking about the movie Frank, and then this sort of just happened.

together and apart: one of the many fascinating things about a scandal in belgravia is the “choreography” between irene adler and sherlock holmes. in all their scenes, they are engaged in a dance — stepping forward, pulling back, going past, turning, following, encircling — locked in each other’s orbit, yet refusing to be bogged down by gravity. it’s an indication of what they are (mirrors), what they could be (partners), and what they can never have (constancy).

Mark: [In the book] Dr Watson faints when he sees Sherlock.That’s what we’re told.
Steven: Or at any rate, a grey mist rolls before his eyes, and the next thing he knows, his collar is undone and there’s the taste of brandy on his lips. I think what in fact happened…

Mark and Steven discuss The Return of Sherlock Holmes [x]


….all the other cast members are feeling just the slightest bit awkward in their costumes. Darren’s, like, “Dude! This is just like a typical Tuesday night back in college!” 


I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face

Fic Rec

I know this is an old fic, but I just discovered it and it is just absolutely beautiful. 
If you like Johnlock, good writing and spot-on characterisation, you should definitely check it out. 

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