selonian:

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing

NO

THIS IS NOT OKAY

finalproblem:

supersexy-cool:

finalproblem:

It’s like this still is from an alternate universe where Sherlock is the sweet one and Molly is the pain in the ass.

CAN THIS BE A THING

I think it needs to be.

Sherlock: Dim, this is Molly Hooper.

Dimmock: Hi. So, you’re Molly Hooper. Sherlock’s told me all about you. You doing one of your post-mortems?

Sherlock: Dim works in detecting, at the Yard. That’s how we met. Office romance.

Molly: [glances at Dimmock] Straight.

Sherlock: Sorry, what?

Molly: Nothing. Um, “wait” while I get my hand out of this man’s chest cavity.

nevver:

Five Fridas

clumsical:

peanutbutter-nutella:

castiel-for-president:

ever-so-plucky:

believein221bbakerstreet:

the-fisher-queen:

minheeboo:

castiel tho

This is like a sherlock cat.

Give him a blue scarf.

NO. I can’t. Catstiel and Purrlock? you people are killing me.

wait wait guys what about Purrlin?

Now this is the best post ever.

Just add in some adoption

sherlocks-trousers:

chrono-explosive:

guess what day it’s never been on this blog? it starts with a “th” and ends with “igh high thusday.”

“Sherlock, what—?!”

“For God’s sake, John, lower your voice…”

“Are you wearing stockings?”

“And suspenders, yes.”

“Did you steal my Bart’s shirt?”

“Confiscated.”

“Ugh, you reek of tequila. What the bloody hell were you doing last night?”

“John, please, don’t be dull. Use your imagination.”

and then depending on your ship, john either curls up into a ball on the floor and sobs quietly, or dies of a sudden explosive blood loss from his nose. THE END.

Just noticed the Supernatural mug!