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jokermoreau asked: 9 photos of Mark Gatiss (and a bonus Moffat)
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Jesus fucking christ, it’s a guiTARDIS.
get in my hands RIGHT NOW
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ifleefromsomethingknownasreality:
Actually, I do all of those.
Bro this is more accurate then the other one. xD
The Martin and Benedict one, though. XD
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H O W ?!
Holy shit
I keep trying to think of a good comment for this but I’m speechless, really.
My god.
there are no words
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So…TALENTED
HE CAN DANCE FUCKING SWING?
I quit.
I quit everything.
enough.
no more. FUCKING SWING.
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Okay so here are all the goodies I got from A-kon today. You guys so many talented Artists were there, a lot whom are from tumblr. :3 I tried to find them as many as I could so I can credit them properly and also so you guys can follow them and even get some swag of your own.
1. Teaat2am
2.Ohmonah
5. I didn’t get this artist’s card. :x Someone link me if you know!
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lovelove
Awwwwwwww. *Melts*
;-;
this is the best sherlock picture on the itnernet
big gays
“I was in the middle of deducing, John,” Sherlock said as he felt his flatmate slip beneath his coat so that his cheek rested against his chest.
“I was cold,” John mumbled, still slightly drunk.
“It’s your fault you’re not wearing your jumper,” Sherlock sighed, but doing nothing to remove John.
“…warm,” John murmured, leaning forward.
Sherlock froze slightly before wrapping an arm tentatively around John’s waist. “Yes, as a human being, I’m a warm-blooded organism. Let’s get you home, shall we?”
“You’re warm,” John repeated, nuzzling the detective’s chest slightly. Sherlock felt his cheeks heating up uncomfortably.
“I’m well aware of the fact that I’m…warm, John.”
“Bump. Bump. Bumpbumpbumpbumpbump,” John tapped his fingers on Sherlock’s ribcage, mimicking the heart who’s beat was starting to pick up too quickly.
Sherlock considered moving them out of the street and toward the flat. He didn’t really care about what people thought, of course, but he knew John did. If John was sober, he would never be doing this.
Maybe they could just stand here.
Just for a moment more.
yaaarrr~~~~ so nice story ))))))
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I only ever wanted to be your equal.
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So…TALENTED
HE CAN DANCE FUCKING SWING?
I quit.
I quit everything.
enough.
no more. FUCKING SWING.
A bit of colour for a cold raining day :) (Taken with instagram)
A macaw about to unleash his evil plot
“I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.”
me tonight
it’s Louise Brealey with our Sherlock duck Charles Augustus Milverton. Best photo ever.
Based on this wonderful post:
Plot Twist: Sherlock and John are totally gay and hopelessly in love, but everybody assumes...