My current obsessions? Sir Branagh,Star Wars,Sherlock, Luther, Sherlolly, Cumberbatch,Hiddleston, etc...
favorite character meme - [5/6] quotes
"No, it doesn’t stop! It never stops! Do you think I chose to be like this? Do you have any idea how lonely it is? How dangerous? I would love to be upstairs, watching TV or gossiping about boys or… God, even studying! But I have to save the world. Again."
And I finally take the courage to post this pointless Molly Hooper pin-up. I finished it like weeks ago, but I always saw something wrong in it ugh :/ drawn with pencil and coloured w/ Photoshop CS5.
ps. I know, I’m sorry
not sorryI only draw her lately. It’s just… she’s my baby, okay?
He went from Andrew Scott to Moriarty in .5 seconds.
YOU CAN PHYSICALLY SEE HIS EYES LIGHT UP WITH THE CRAZY
This Is Halloween - Panic! At The Disco
i’ve never hit reblog so quickly omfg
No it’s Halloween
This is amazing
one more month motherfuckers and i’ll be blasting this from a stereo.
Oh, how much I love John in this fic…he reminds me of one of my favourite fictional character ever, my dear Giskard…
Your stuff is drop-dead gorgeous and I’m sorry your day is sort of ruined! If you’re taking requests, (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is one of the best words ever ;P ) maybe Molly stealing Martin’s captain hat and wearing it proudly?
Thanks. I’m really disappointed because I had dinner plans w/ a friend. :( Ah well. I should practice sketching anyway.
He [Kim Manners] was trying to remind us what we were dealing with was from outer space, and we were treating it too casually. So right before we would shoot, he’d yell ‘Rock from Mars!’ and that became our running joke from that point on. Every time we needed to get it up for the scene, Kim would yell ‘Rock from Mars!’ and that would be his way of kind of sparking us into life again when we were just too exhausted.”
Gillian Anderson on filming “Tunguska”
The Official Guide to The X-Files Volume 3
His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
Please don’t repost or remove credit!
but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!
Oh my God…
Little preview of my latest finished (finally :D ! ) #commission #sherlolly #sherlock #stardust #digitalArt #WorkInProgress
Lovely, beautiful colors!!!
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"A fat cat should suffice. I'll write the fake blog later."