where’s that vine of a waluigi cosplayer? someone calls ‘waluigi!’ and he turns around with a perfect ‘waaaa’. he’s holding a tennis racket
there he is. my love.
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where’s that vine of a waluigi cosplayer? someone calls ‘waluigi!’ and he turns around with a perfect ‘waaaa’. he’s holding a tennis racket
there he is. my love.
please listen to this poor man losing his shit as he reads an article blaming millenials for killing the mayonnaise industry that was written by a babyboomer upset people don’t want to eat her bland salads anymore
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Canon: and so they never met
Fanfic: here’s a funny story
Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.
Fanfic: Actually,
Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms
Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!
Canon: … and they were roommates.
Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…
Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.
Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened
Canon: They had a coffeeshop
Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS
Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions
Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN
Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best
Canon: They were straight
Fanfic: Lol
Did Sherlock match his fucking scarf to John’s jacket?
First panel
Sherlock: aw yiss we are vry hantsome
Second panel
Sherlock: wait is it on video???? ?
I’m drunk, ok, but I was sitting here wondering why the hell I love this picture of Rupert more than others and I’m just now realizing it’s because you can see his pants zipper am I a perv or what
Never let me forget this, ok?
HE.
SMIRKED.
And now it’s bothering me. Was he smiling because he was angry or because he knew Sherlock was going to possibly beat that guy to death or was it maybe both.
Sherlock Rewatch
I love how clearly you can see how he says “photographs”…
His Last Vow
Sherlock, to Magnussen: I’ve been thinking about you.
Jim Moriarty: WHAAAT THA FUUUCKK
Honestly it didn’t make me truly laugh until Darth Vader came tootling tooting out and then I lost it.
WHAT IS THIS OH MY GOD
I come on tumblr to disassociate in peace and this is what I'm presented with
Mark
Pornhub comments on Sherlock screencaps:
↳ “Damn Papi”
*fucking dies*
I seriously can’t stop feeling this to my core. I can only pray that if I ever get to meet this magnificent bastard in person, I don’t accidentally call him this reflexively.
fookn unfollw me am gonna keep rebloggin this as mooch as a fookn can
canny help it lads am doon far
Accidental epic stag night
So Greg is getting married!!!
John and Sherlock show up to Greg's place to throw him a surprise bachelor party to make up for missing John's.
He ADAMANTLY refuses. Sherlock keeps shoving a drink towards him and he resists as long as he can before at least taking a sip. John promises to keep Sherlock under control. Sherlock raises-eyebrows-cocks-head-smiles-innocently.
Greg looks flatly/angrily at him and says "suuure" and downs the entire drink to steady himself.
Greg relents and huffs, "Fine but I seriously doubt I'll be letting loose and enjoying myself fully with you two in tow. I'll be steadfast to have a peaceful stroll round a few pubs and be back by nine. Sharp."
Sherlock smiles and says "Mmmm, I seriously doubt that, seeing as how I've just spiked your drink with a healthy dose of ecstasy. You have about two to three minutes before you start seriously tripping balls."
Greg stares incredulously at the empty glass and then at Sherlock.
John rubs the bridge of his nose and groans out "Ssshherllll....."
Cut to a montage of hijinks set to the entire song Brass Monkey by the Beastie Boys.
Greg standing on a crowded pub bar leading everyone in a drinking anthem, wearing a leather jacket.
Where did the jacket come from, nobody knows.
John trying to pay the management off from calling the cops.
Sherlock egging Greg on to jump in a fountain.
How did they end up at a frat party.
John trying to talk him down from jumping in the fountain.
I don't think that was just ecstasy.
Greg and Sherlock beating frat boys at beer pong.
Greg is now in the fountain.
All three running from the frat house to escape angry drunk dudes.
John pushing Sherlock into the fountain.
Greg waking up wearing Sherlock's coat and spooning a decorative shrub.
Sherlock is sleeping on the kitchen counter wearing the leather jacket. John is on the phone trying to stall Molly from bringing Rose back to his flat.
Penny is allergic to the grass so she rolls in it daily????
Penny: Ja Luna: Nei
Lestrade: *“accidentally” dates Mycroft* Sherlock: *throws up his hands* I’m done! Beekeeping here I come.
AMERIIICAAAA Nothing gory means no glory
Waiting for The Lost Special like
Someone: why are you crying?what happened?
Me: nothing happened. Nothing. Just nothing. Literally bothing.