amlis:

skarosoul:

welcometonerdfighteria:

nevillelongbadass:

freemanrage:

honey-im-holmes:

doctorsanddeductions:

Married. 

OMG! I now ship Mrs Hudson/Wilfred! What’s that ship? Wilfrudson? Hudsed?

I think while watching this episode, the ship subconsciously buried itself in my head and nestled there, stealing the neighbor’s babies for tea time and the neighbors never knew until they stumbled upon this tumblr post.

SO SO REAL. THIS IS ACTUALLY PERFECT. 

Wow, this works really well.

THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER.

so but so writing this

BBC Sherlock: Favorite Canon References

2/? - References to various canon cases in ASiB.

 ”The Geek Interpreter” →  ”The Greek Interpreter”, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

 ”The Speckled Blonde” →   “The Speckled Band”, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

 ”The Navel Treatment”→  ”The Naval Treaty”, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

“And my client is?” “Illustrious.” → “The Illustrious Client”, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

myurlis221b:

sunshinetinauk:

oliviaonthetrain:

arthnoldmanakatzaman:

thecakeisalive:

cheekbones-and-coatcollars:

whirligigfrenzy:

I love that look when Sherlock just realizes.

#It’s the nerves of steel bit that always gets me. #Because he says it #and there’s John looking completely innocent #in his jumper next to a police car #all tidy and non-assuming #And Sherlock can just look and know #’I just described John Watson. My new friend.’ #and there was no turning back at that point for either of them.

#it’s when Sherlock just thinks #My god. I’ve only known this man for a day and a half and he has just killed a man for me #And he’s so surprised because no one has cared about him that much or done such a thing like this #and it confuses him #he doesn’t understand

I was going to say something. But then I re-read the tags. And impersonated the gif.

At this point. If you don’t ship them, something is wrong with you.

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.

sophistory:

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

marmosette:

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.

I would watch the hell out of that. I’d even write for it. What do you do with Mycroft being part of the “Establishment” then? Mycroft works at the local youth center? Mycroft as a pastor, deeply disapproving of his brother’s failure to reject street culture and conform? Hell, Mycroft IS the police? Token affirmative-action face of colour, should have made DI ages ago but is still a PC even though half the force secretly ask his help? And because they resent Mycroft, they resent Sherlock even more, fueling the rivalry? Lestrade can stay a DI, with the authority to choose to work with either Holmes but not enough authority to force everyone else to do so.

I’m curious to see how Mrs Hudson and Moriarty would work in this. 

Holy fuck this would be truly awesome. Mrs Hudson could be a nice woman who occasionally makes the boys a meal or offers up a warm bed during severe weather. And Moriarty, fuck. He could be like a well-to-do man who previously was in Sherlock’s situation. He somehow moved on from that kind of life, and sees a lot of himself in Sherlock actually, but hates for that reminder. Wants to take Sherlock down, put him back in his place.

Shit, this would be bloody brilliant.

aaaaalllll stuff I want to cram into the ‘#221b baker towers’ tag proper. DAMN YOU TUMBLR.

alreadyinmotion:

gunslingerannie:

Can we take a moment to appreciate how this is quite possibly the best example on mainstream TV of two grown men having a mature discussion about their sexuality?

This was the scene where I realized that I was hopelessly in love with the show.

letmartyhandlethis:

Here you go. I made Avengelock. And I’m not sorry.

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.

detectiveintraining:

There is no way a genius like Sherlock would treat a gun like that. I mean, he’s literally scratching his head with it. He may walk on the wild side, but he’s not an idiot.

I watched this again the other night to prepare myself for Reichenbach Falls, when suddenly it hit me.

Where on earth did Sherlock get a gun from, anyway? Not John, definitely.

And then it hit me:

OH.

MY.

GOD.

HE’S BLUFFING!!!!