Baby Cumberbatch X
consulting-idjits-in-the-tardis:
I officially can’t deal with his “I know i won’t win but i’ll push a smile anyway” face…
no he looked so sad when he lost
Please call me when you get this - GL
GLEE - Full Performance of “Celebrity Skin”
vomiting everywhere
god why
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
heather morris can’t even fucking sing
i’m going to jump off a bridge
i think i just felt my blood pressure spike upwards
Really, will Benedict ever win an award for Sherlock?
that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:
Really, Cosmo?
Really?
If they say anything along the lines of “touch him THERE”, I’m canceling my subscription
I saw that at work.
One of the tips was tying each other up in toilet paper handcuffs, to be able to break free whenever you want to.
BDSM: You’re doing it wrong.
DAMMIT, VALERIA“Shall I play you another, John? Something more lively?”
“No.”
“No? And why not?”
“Because you’re not real, are you?”
“Ah. No, I’m not.”
“And I’m only dreaming.”
“Yes, John.”
“Then play something slow and soft, all right?”
“Of course.”
“Because I don’t want to wake up. Ever, if I can help it.”
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“I know, Sherlock. I know. Just… just play the damn song, okay?”
Very boring up here.
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
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Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
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Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
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I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
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Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
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John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
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I wish I could talk to you
SH
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God won’t let me visit Hell.
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
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If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
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Still missing you horribly
SH
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Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
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People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
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Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
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Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
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You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
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There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
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Sorry
SH
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I miss you
SH
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I love you.
SH
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Won’t you hurry up?
SH
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Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
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Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
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I love you
SH
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Being an old man doesn’t suit you.
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
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Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
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I love you anyway.
SH
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“Welcome home.”
A Street Car Named Gay Sex
Howl’s Gay Sex
dude, wheres my gay sex
my big fat gay sex wedding
Captain Gay Sex
A gay sex Mind
gay sex can happen to you
Pokemon: The First Gay Sex
The Incredible Gay Sex
Summer Gay Sex
500 Days of Gay Sex
Tinker tailor gay sex
I still can’t believe Ben didn’t win the bafta. At least Andrew won and we saw Benedict and Matt present the award for moffat. Perhaps next year.
I am still trying to make out what the hell just happened… O_O
AAAAAAAAAAH OMG
#shiny facts
shiny fact: dead
“#hikuza” I whispered in anger while my last stroke of life was took by the raw eggplant satan
“KILLSELF.PNG” I muttered, as I fell to my death
(this worked out rather well)
“#galifishu forever”
dying words as gali pulls the meat cleaver out of my chest
“kitty”
okay.
“zombies”
appropriate
angry little tiny man
well
“art”
that doesn’t bode well o_o
“SJDA;LFKAJSDLFKJA;SDLKFJA”
yeah.. pretty much since Supernatural is GOING TO KILL ME
Paul McCartney…. I don’t even know