so take away the poet’s pen, and never speak of love again

carry-on-my-wayward-sanity:

one of my favourite scenes

Sherlock grows up a bit, becomes more of a man, stops being the genius child…he was completely blind, he was completely blindsided by who that present was for, he realizes she cares for him. He realizes she’s really hurting. And he realizes, possibly for the first time in his life, that he doesn’t like what he just did. He thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that.’ He’s been cruel before, but it’s always been sort of accidental, or it’s been minor. And he thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that. That’s not good enough. I can do better than that. And I do care that I’ve just hurt her.’ -Steven Moffat (x)

Alone protects me. 

dramatisecho:

magazine series [x] || feature - “Dead Man Walking? :: The Boffin Returns to London.”

Softly grey comes creeping in, wise-immortal-strange and certain- Sherlock plays his violin. [x]

“On my desk there’s a number, I want you to send a text.”

hamishh:

this was when i sold my soul to this fucking show

playmelikeyourstratovarius:

wibblywobbly-doctorywoctory:

#God Dad #Can’t I just have one boyfriend you don’t interrogate? #YOU’RE RUINING MY LIFE!!

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