I really want there to be like a proper bad guy movie. Like where the bad guy wins but not like megamind where he turns all soft but one where the hero dies or something and the bad guy actually takes over the world and enslaves the human race or whatever their plan is and nothing else
dr horrible’s sing-along blog
The concept of normality had never been a visitor to 221B, even at the very beginning. Unexpected was expected, bizarre was ordinary and in the air was a rare, mad sort of relationship, a form of love which resisted definition. John and Sherlock were quietly grateful that they’d shown ‘normal’ the middle finger a long time ago - it made the strangeness of the weeks after Sherlock’s return resonate less harshly with the past.
Once a semi-routine had tentatively established itself and echoes of anger had faded into the city half-quiet, the feeling in the flat was one of restlessness. For a few weeks there was an endless, silent litany.
There were long talks and there was lots of sleep. There were no nightmares. Weeks became months, uncertain touches and glances became imbued with fervour, and suddenly Sherlock was catching the coat John threw at him and following him out of the door.
They ran. It rained.
John led for a while, sprinting down Baker Street towards the river. Sherlock soon caught up and they ran together through their city, through rain that was so heavy that they laughed. They laughed at the rain and at being alive until they were half-blinded by tears, sweat and raindrops, until they had to stop to kiss and catch their breath.
This is a mission.
In a lot of the interviews we had in the beginning a lot of people said, “What’s it gonna be like, you’re gonna be the sidekick?” They label Watson as the sidekick, or as the foil, and you know…it wasn’t an insult to me, it was more like, I guess that’s what you’ve seen before, but we’re trying to do something quite different. (x)
An insult and a boast! ♥
Sebastian Moran: Bring Back That Team We Call The Arsenal
I’ve been to the hash bars of Holland,
I’ve been to the brothels of France,
But none of you ladies in Europe,
Will give this poor Gooner a chance.
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back the Champions to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back the Arsenal to me.
Who’s that team we call the Arsenal?
Who’s that team we all adore?
They’re the team in red and white,
And they fight with all their might,
And they’re gonna show the world,
Just how they score.
Broadway “Once” Backstage - May 21, 2013
Whenever I get period cramps
I have never seen something so accurate in all my life…
The Gripping Saga
Made rebloggable for Steven
when the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums you should probably see a doctor
this fits in so many ways it’s not funny