This was really well done. It’s based on a comedy routine by Dane Cook, just so you all know what you’re getting yourselves into by watching it. 

Sherlock The Creepy Guy At Work (by jenwa123)

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

leandraholmes:

“Moon Moon, don’t howl out loud, you lower the IQ of the whole pack.”

THAT’S IT WE FOUND IT

SHERLOCK IS AN OTTER

JAWN IS A HEDGEHOG

AND ANDERSON IS FUCKING MOONMOON

-Aggresively Plays Violin-

shockingblankets:

When John won’t let him keep body parts in the fridge

When Mycroft won’t leave

When Anderson says anything

aj-watson:

heyassbuttyourethepotatoone:

The first time you see it, it can hit you really hard, especially since Sherlock is on a total roll and John delivers the line “please God, let me live” in a way where you can be forgiven for not being sure if it’s serious or snark. It apparently has the same effect on Sherlock, as well.

We never do get any details on how Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers was wounded in action. But from this exchange alone, it’s clear the situation was extremely serious. He was badly wounded, nearly died, and developed PTSD- Sherlock had himself earlier pointed out that the original circumstances of John’s injury must have been ‘traumatic’, and he meant emotionally traumatic, not just violent and painful. The blunt earnestness of John’s response even trips up Sherlock for a second or two, and he’s just been ranting and raving about not understanding why a woman would care about her stillborn baby after fourteen years. This also works as a tearjerker in hindsight if you recall ‘Please God, let me live’ whenever John is genuinely in physical danger elsewhere in the series.

Pretty much everyone in the room agrees that in your last moments, you would think about the people you love the most. John apparently had no one to think about when he was close to dying. He really must have been lonely even before he returned from Afghanistan.

I hate you for making this post because it’s the best I’ve read on this subject and it hurts.

(Source: thedoctorsjawn)

Fandom Rant: Childish Behavior

I cannot express to you how deeply I despise the current Pokemon fandom.
“Durhurr we’re 90’s kids. Remember Pokemon gaiz? I watched Pokemon before it sucked lolz. Remember when there were only 150 Pokemanz?! Omfg. We were fans way before these new kids came along, we own this.”

Casual fans, I apologize for the negative associations that go along with what you enjoy. It’s the self-righteous hardcore fans that ruin everything for every fandom.

This goes for all of them, I don’t care what they are: Doctor Who, Supernatural, Merlin, Sherlock, Avengers, MLP, Game of Thrones, Les Mis, Naruto, etc., and especially goddamn Homestuck (a fandom I have completely avoided due to nasty fans who aggressively attack anyone who shows remote dislike for the comic; This made me not want to read the comic ever). What with the shipping wars and hipster “I liked it first” mentality, there are many shows I have never even touched or damsons I haven’t taken part in because the asshat half of the fan base drives any desire I would have had to participate away. So thanks guys, thanks for ruining the reputations of your fellow fans, myself included, because of your behavior.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve tried to discuss Sherlock with someone, only for them to judge me based on experiences they’ve had with past fans they’ve dealt with.

Seriously. Stop it. It’s ok to like something, even obsess over it. But you can’t exclude other people for “not doing it right” and not enjoying the show the same way you do. You can’t berate people who don’t ship so-and-so with what’s-his-name, or look down on blogs that don’t post fandom content. You can’t tell someone they’re “not a real fan” because they’ve just started the show/game and gotten into it, or because they don’t enjoy it the way you do. You don’t have the right to make people feel uncomfortable just because you disagree with them, and you don’t have the right to start name calling when discussions don’t go the way you feel they should.

Before I get hate mail, let me clarify. If you are a fan that respects the rest of the fandom ( and to other fandoms outside of your own) regardless of their ships, opinions, etc, this DOES NOT apply to you.

If you’re hateful to others and make them feel uncomfortable for liking something, or hate on a fandom or community because YOU don’t like it, that’s bad and you should feel bad.

I may dislike some shows and despise certain communities, but that never gives me the right to harass them or make them feel threatened, and that’s just not something I or anyone should do. We need more acceptance and kindness right now.

Sorry guys, I’m just sick of the bullshit. There’s far too much drama in the SPN tag and so much hate between fandom a and fandom b right now that I’m pretty much done. Treat people with respect. Treat them like you would if you were actually speaking to them, instead of hiding anonymously behind a screen. Don’t be that person.

//End rant, Segrinn out.

Sherlock Blue’s Clues

This should not have amused me as much as it did.

(Source: youtube.com)

shooting-stetsons:

buttergin:

sherlockismyholmesboi:

theinsultingdetective:

somepeoplesayimpotato:

whatsbadwolf:

idk why but i’m picturing him on the train going to hogwarts

WHAT IF HE IS A PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS

Finally, a decent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

oh god yes

John is the new flying instructor and Quidditch referee, who retired from his professional Quidditch career after some kind of accident

Lestrade is the Transfiguration teacher

Molly is a nurse

Jim teaches Potions 

Anderson and Donovan are the annoying as fuck prefects

Mycroft holds a minor position in the Ministry of Magic

Boom. Someone fic this. 

It seemed to be some sort of tradition that Hogwarts had to have at least one professor no one could stand. Before, when Harry Potter was around, it was the infamous Professor Snape. After that, there had been an Arithmancy professor named Wiggins who was so unbearable that most students blocked him out of their memories completely. Now there was Holmes.

He wasn’t so bad - at least according to the girls who sighed and fawned over him. And some of the boys. Certainly enough, Holmes was good looking, but that seemed to be a running trend among the staff lately. Professor Lestrade, in Transfiguration, couldn’t go more than an afternoon without a student coming in for extra practice, usually with form. Professor Watson, who doubled as flying instructor and the dueling team’s coach, had more broomstick and wand jokes aimed at him than anyone cared to hear in a lifetime. But he had an easygoing personality that made him easy to joke around with. Even the teensy-bit unbalanced potions master, Professor Moriarty, had a sort of deranged charm to him, and Nurse Molly was sweet and remembered all her patients’ names.

There was no longer a curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but after the first week with Holmes, most students wished it would come back. He showed up five minutes late for the first lesson and then burst in with a swish of his trailing cloak, mouth going at a thousand miles a minute.

“Wands out, everyone, and you’d better behave responsibly if you’ve been trusted with them for three years. That means no poking, no unauthorized spells, and no being idiots, understand? Most professors like to say there’s no such thing as a stupid question - I disagree; there are a lot of stupid questions, especially if you don’t listen. Take every word I say as gospel and don’t fall asleep or I’ll throw the nearest projectile, and don’t think I’ll pity you if you can’t deflect it in time. There will be no skiving off, because I’ll know if you’re lying, and random pop quizzes through the term. We’ll start with Shield Charms, something even the most inadequate first-years can grasp, shall we?”

Even if he hadn’t talked to them like babies at the end, everyone hated him.

Holmes was never happy with anyone, never smiled, and never gave praise, even if a student did something truly brilliant and inspired with his lessons. The closest he would get at complimenting someone was to lean back in his chair, feet on the desk, and say, “You could have done worse, I suppose. At least you didn’t kill me.” He only ever looked interested when a student lipped off in class or Professor Lestrade showed up for a word.

That was another funny thing about Professor Holmes. He liked mysteries, but not in the way that most people liked mysteries. He solved them, even mundane ones like missing magical creatures that escaped into the forest, or students who cheated on their exams. Professor Lestrade seemed to have a lot of trouble with cheaters, and Holmes always found them, which only made the student body resent him even further.

His pursuits brought him to dueling club practice one day, where for the first time he met Professor Watson. The moment he entered the practice room a hush fell over the students, causing Watson to look up in alarm; they all knew that one of their number was going to get in big trouble.

“So, the best technique would be to - guys?” asked Watson, turning to see Holmes in the door. His eyebrows rose. “Oh, Professor Holmes, what a pleasant surprise. Are you here for a lesson?”

There were scattered giggles around the room as Holmes scowled. By then it was common knowledge that, though he was a genius in almost every other respect, Holmes was a terrible duelist. “Actually, I was going to correct your form,” he retorted.

Hushed “Ooooh”s spread across the room. Watson smirked slightly. “Really? And what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s - ah - crooked.”

“Crooked?”

More giggles. “Perhaps it could be more improved if you didn’t have a psychosomatic limp.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me loud and clear. Your limp is psychosomatic. It’s all in your head.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, really. But I bet you ten Galleons I can fix it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Flipendo!”

Watson dodged immediately away and shot back a spell of his own. They weren’t even on the dueling tarmac, and students had to quickly back away against the walls as the fight very quickly got messy. Holmes either didn’t know the rules of dueling or disregarded them completely, amplifying his voice and shrieking or shooting off blinding sparks to disorient Watson before shooting a curse. Though even then Professor Watson managed to keep the fight even.

With an almost lazy flick of his wand the spells momentarily stopped flying, and Watson snapped, “This isn’t exactly a fair fight, Professor.”

The taller man grinned. “Oh, come on, Professor, even your Muggle sister could do better after indulging her alcoholism.”

Watson dropped his wand and charged at him. For a moment Holmes’ eyes widened with pure panic before immobilizing Watson with a leg-locker jinx. He knelt at his colleague’s side, handing back his wand. “I told you it was in your head,” he smirked before getting up again to point at Miranda Hodgins. “You. With me to the Headmaster’s office, now.”

He swept out, with Miranda timidly following and the remaining students in awe. Watson reversed the jinx and gaped after Holmes while absently stretching his leg. Holmes was right; he hadn’t limped at all during the fight.

Most students thought the professors would hate one another on principle after that incident, and were taken by surprise when the pair were practically inseparable from that moment on.

(Source: benedict--cumberbatch)

john&sherlock | breathe me (by egoscsajszy)

Here’s a little something to induce ugly sobbing.

sherlock/john || thousand years (by lollimaki)

Sherlock ♣ Hey Na Na (by JennaBlack7)

Sherlock - Hero (Sherlock/Watson) (by Riona489)

thatbritishmancunian:

Saw this on memebase..

Had to share it

(Source: eggs-stir-minute-eight)

And I can’t help

Falling in love with you.

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too) - Sherlock & John (by ILoveThesePeople)