((we're still dancing in my mind))

Mmmmmmmm…

Okay, this is so random I have no fuckin clue how or why it is in my head.

My brain apparently likes the prospect of a deaf Sherlock.

till death do us part // magazine edition series [x]

well wow fuck me up

how Posh of them

I’ll reblog this every time I see it

Always reblog these posh bitches

Alan Rickman and Daniel Radcliffe

Is that the version of Sherlock that comes with this version of John?

And this version of Moriarty and Moran?

It’s like the fucking bizzaro-Sherlock show.

Also, let’s not forget Mycroft:

I’m actually kinda scared right now

And Lestrade too:

Don’t forget Mrs. Hudson!

THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER.

anderson though

oh god no not this post again

I just have to reblog it again :D 

THEE POST AGAIN

Quick Sherlock sketch done from memory.

Sherlock wearing sheet music.  From a deplorable pun suggested by @sherlockedcarmilla at the #iampridelocked meetup. @ohlooktheresabee

BAHAHAHA I love it 👏👏👏

Brilliant

John needed a Sherlock, and the amazing @wisesnail captured him beautifully! Thank you again!

So grateful to get the chance to paint Sherlock again! 💙

Thanks @angelnumber25 for commissioning me <:

Saint Sherlock

Patron Saint of those who pine and love unrequitedly, protector of the homeless and of those that suffer from addiction. Performer of miracles. Keeper of the bees. Solves problems and puzzles for his faithful.

Reblogging because they should both be together on my queue ❤️❤️

Ink and watercolour art inspired by the touching fic Security Blanket by @jobooksncoffee

This is breath-stopping and heartwarming at the same time, @khorazir ! Thank you so much for honouring my story with your art. Dream come true, Dearest Artist

Look dear friends! I’m so grateful 💗💗 @johnlocklover221 @loveismyrevolution @elwinglyre @chinike , @fellshish , @missdeliadili , @benlock , @annecumberbatch , @totallysilvergirl , @tildathings , @nathan-no , @iamjustreading , @loves-to-read-fanfic , @writingfanficsfan

even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the fucking door in

well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

woah.

it got better

and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

Idk if I’ve rebloged this before, but I’ll reblog this legend again

Smithsonian? I’ve found the quintessential Tumblr and Sherlock fandom post. Yes. I would consider it definitive.

Ahh it’s back.

Legend of a post. 10/10 recommend reblogging.

this post is on my dash I feel HONORED

THE POST OF LEGENDS HAS RESURFACED ON MY DASH

I’VE ONLY EVER SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS OMG

On your dash? I dig for gold like this,,, by looking at my mutual pages.

I’ve only seen this on Pinterest!

*gasp* THE SACRED TEXTS!

:O

THIS IS A LEGENDARY POST I HAVE BEEN GRACED BY IT’S APPEARANCE!!!

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

legend.

it’s back!!!

This young girl uses “los,” “las” and the gender-neutral “les” — watch her explain why. —from REMEZCLA on twitter.

to all the cowards who whine “how will i explain it to my kids??” i say: how about you shut up and let your kids explain it to you.

“Ma’am, you don’t have to be a lawyer to defend someone else” wow she snapped

dammnn she really popped off with that last line though

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN THIS KID

as someone who studies linguistics, i will never not laugh when someone says “that word doesn’t exist” like, my good bitch. if a word is regularly used by a certain amount of people then it exists. if it has its own grammatical rules then its perfectly valid. it’s part of their lexicon now, sweetie. “It’s a made up word” honey, all words are made up. Linguists didn’t just fucking excavate athens and were like BEHOLD!!! VOCABULARY!! “that word isn’t in the dictionary” dictionaries are not rule books, they’re record books. “Refrigerate” didn’t exist 200 years ago and yet here we are. a language that doesn’t adapt to an ever changing society is bound to be lost because, eventually, it won’t be able to keep up with social progress. you motherfuckers.

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."