Krystal Summerhill

letsplaymurder:

Sherlock doing a deduction and John interrupts him with a praise and Sherlock completely messing up his deduction by moaning like a whore 

Oh my god that is wonderful

I openly admit that I was excited to see him again

the-navel-treatment:

Why is it so hard to believe that Sherlock forgave Mary?

Because she shot him in the chest.

BECAUSESHESHOTHIMINTHECHEST

because she shot him in the chest

Because

She

Shot

Him

In

The

Chest 

That’s it. That’s my whole argument. And I think it’s a pretty reasonable one.

ohmoriartyy:

where can I watch the winter soldier??

tell me and I will love you forever

..A movie theater

mysharona1987:

I must be cursed.

Margaery still has better taste in men than Rihanna.

Oooohhhh burn !!

johnshavesfor-sherlock:

consultingtimelord-atyourservice:

his eyes though; he was crying

because he had to say goodbye to john.. again

moriartymakesshoes:

oh dont mind me, just waiting for the next season of sherlock

hiddles-reactions:

Credit

I will reblog this from the grave.

So cute

watson-sighs-and-tuts:

Sherlock’s mind palace

Apart from it being a masterpiece of montage, this scene is so emotionally disturbing. Yes, he’s stunning, absolutely beautiful, showed in the middle of the rawness of the process of deducing. His uniqueness, being special, above everything ordinary, above average human potential shows here. You can’t look away - it’s hypnotising, but at the same time you want to because it’s so distressing to see him like possessed by this genius, by his brain, by this monster inside him. Living beast, feeding on all these tiniest associations, subtle hints, directions, words, slogans, images, tiniest bits of the whole wide universe ever surrounding him until these scraps form final solution. But before it comes to this the whole “ritual” looks almost painfully ecstatic, like he’s on high, beside himself, barely managing, being on the edge, and at the same time nothing could tear him away he’s exactly where he wants to be, belonging, complete, ABSOLUTE. It’s like one step too far and he snaps – done, swallowed by madness, turned into machine on the loop until he burns and turns into ashes along with his brain. You can feel that burden of his MIND, how his brain is a separate living being, forcing him to feed it all the time, taking control, driving away everything else but the purest intellect. Devouring him as a person, as a human entity, while fed. This scene shows so intensely the genius, Sherlock’s greatest asset that is his greatest tragedy. This scene shows how this blessing of his is also his curse threatening his humanity, stability, emotional well-being. It shows how he stands on the edge of abyss  all the time and one step too far and he’s falling.

All that matters to me is the workWithout that my brain rots.

anglofile:

Subtext: We both know you’re not getting laid. Lestrade is at the reception. 

holmesianpose:

painlock:

I know.

YES THAT IS THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING