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[sherlock]

reblog if you love johnlock, support Johnlock, or have at any point in time existed

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Or when your friend actually a red flag.

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Someone: Would you say that you’re an outgoing person?

Me: No, I’m more of an instaying person.

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[angeltiddies]

Sherlock gently holding his violin and brushing against his edges, stroking his arm like a bow upon string while wrapping his hand around his neck, placing him under his chin, knowing all the right notes to play (and words to say).

[the-7-percent-solution]

SO YOU’RE SAYING THE BROKEN VIOLIN IN THE PROMOS WAS ACTUALLY JOHN WATSON??!?!?!?!?! 

[formerprincewille]

That’s it I’m blocking EVERYONE on this site

[thedoubteriswise]

Okay first of all I’m annoyed at myself for not noticing this one sooner, because of COURSE the violin is John and I cannot believe I’ve been watching this show for five goddamn years without seeing that. But also, this reminds me of one of my favorite passages from the canon. From the Adventure of the Creeping Man:

The relations between us in those latter days were peculiar. He was a man of habits, narrow and concentrated habits, and I had become one of them. As an institution I was like the violin, the shag tobacco, the old black pipe, the index books, and others perhaps less excusable. When it was a case of active work and a comrade was needed upon whose nerve he could place some reliance, my role was obvious. But apart from this I had uses. I was a whetstone for his mind. I stimulated him. He liked to think aloud in my presence. His remarks could hardly be said to be made to me – many of them would have been as appropriately addressed to his bedstead – but none the less, having formed the habit, it had become in some way helpful that I should register and interject. If I irritated him by a certain methodical slowness in my mentality, that irritation served only to make his own flame-like intuitions and impressions flash up the more vividly and swiftly. Such was my humble role in our alliance.

Sherlock says in the show that playing the violin helps him think. He also says that John is a “conductor of light,” and we see that he’s constantly getting ideas or arriving at the right answer because of something John said or did. Yeah, the violin is John.

[sarahthecoat]

WOW, yes.

[sherlockshadow]

“Play you.”

[hayleyalwell-deactivated2017042]

do you ever crave romance so much? not in a sexual way but the holding hands and talking and showing affection through little things and hugging and going on little adventures together and maybe even kissing.

[love-in-mind-palace]

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I can't wait to play my sims 3 game again!

[thebestoftumbling]

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I deleted my Facebook!

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Coming back from feeling 6 feet under like

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Nerve wracking and breaking news:

My kik friend must hate me because i messaged him, and he’s probably sleeping. That‘ll be one less friend out of my two work friends of whom I only see 4 days of the week. I swear they hate me or only tolerate me because every time I speak I complain about my shitty, but somehow functioning life...

But, maybe they don’t hate me.

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Is it just me or...

Do you also ever have that brief soul crushing moment of terror where you walk into your mother’s room to tell her about a show, but find that she’s asleep, but her face makes her seem like she’s dead, but shes breathing, but you wonder if it’s her last, and you remind yourself that you’re only 24 and you know jack shit about life and adulting, so you immediately think that the pills on your dresser are just a few swallows away to a way out of this shittingly scary beast called life, and into a world of nothing?

and then she changes the channel on her TV, and everything is fine?

[thewalkingdie-saster]

Just what the Doctor ordered. The Tea Pot of... Fate. 😏