today I saw an face cream for acne called
‘No Zit, Sherlock’
and I fucking died in the store
OH MY GOD
(via falchionmalacandra)
i get a really weird feeling when i see this.
it’s like everything I’ve ever dreamed of
I dream about ambiguously gay detectives too it’s ok
#When fandoms take back their posts from the hipsters
(Source: hydrotoxicity, via songofages)
misandrist obfuscatory trollop: mswyrr: nightrevelations: oh, the bbc made a version, too? someday...
oh, the bbc made a version, too? someday i’ll have to find time to watch it…but i heard they made watson a white dude in it
not sure how i feel about that? i’m not a misandrist or anything but i don’t know… i feel like they’re just doing it to appeal to bromance and queer baiting, you know? it’s a cheap marketing ploy that isn’t really queer positive and do we really need one more white man on tv i mean really.
maybe i’ll give it a try. but dude!watson isn’t ever going to feel right. and their relationship just can’t be half as meaningful if they’re both men.
(via alltheladiesyouhate)
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS
This is adorable.
When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Something still.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”
NOOOOOO
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL
(via peachydream)
Share a Coke with Sherlock
“Share a coke with Sherlock” is some pretty unfortunate phrasing given what we know about the guy’s drug habits.
I snorted.
so did he
(Source: thebakerstboys, via theangelshavethetimeturner)
worlds-only-consulting-fandom:
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD!!!!!
JAWN IS GOING TO MARRY MOLLY
JAWN IS GOING TO MARRY MOLLY!!!
(via missbelrowleys)
