(Source: thebightymoosh, via starksexual)
According to Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, when we are dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief. We go into d e n i a l, because the loss is so unthinkable, we can’t imagine it’s true. We become a n g r y with everyone - angry with survivors, angry with ourselves. Then we bargain. We offer everything we have. We offer up our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the b a r g a i n i n g has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into d e p r e s s i o n , despair, until finally we have to accept that we have done everything we can. We let go. We let go and move into a c c e p t a n c e .
(Source: martincrief)
ACT
[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.
Now, that would be interesting…
I would watch the fuck out of that. Absolutely.
im dying because this doesnt exist.
(via abbynormalitis)
Can’t tell if this is horribly depressing, like my first instinct says, or if it’s trying to tell me to have hope, somehow…
(Source: finalproblem)
Am I a terrible person? Perhaps.
I finally found the tapestry simulator again—it’s been offline for a while, but someone recreated it here.
I can’t….
You are the most glorious person ever
OMG YES
(via finalproblem)
Oh, my heart!
This may be one of the most beautiful photosets I’ve seen on Tumblr in a long while.
brb sobbing
(via starksexual)
But… but… BUT WHY WOULD YOU POST SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!?!
UGHHHHHHH WHYYYYYY
(Source: i-love-it-when-im-nasty)
So, I still haven’t seen any of the second season of Sherlock, which, I know, I know. But I already love Lara Pulver as Irene Adler, even with her bizarre coif. And I know a lot of the BBC Sherlock fandom is not friendly to hetero ships… but I think you know by now that I ship everyone with EVERYONE.
This was sexy. I feel like I could watch Sherlock collapse in a drugged haze all day long. Don’t think less of me.
Wow. Amazing. Completely amazing.
And perfect.