spooktheartiste replied to your post “i may be buying my parents Sherlock DVDs for Christmas. They haven’t…”
Is such a thing possible?!!!
Apparently so!
i may be buying my parents Sherlock DVDs for Christmas. They haven’t seen the show (but mom says she loves Sherlock stories) and have no idea who Benedict Cumberbatch is. O.o.
Art feature: The World’s Major Cities… Destroyed
What would the world’s cities look like after the apocalypse? Belgian digital artist Jonas De Ro paints his vision of the end of the world.
The difference between Moffat and RTD
Companion: Doctor, I think that you’re not running to something, but away from something
RTD: I’m running from my past. I’d rather not talk about it
*cue music and intense moment, while the Doctor states off into the distance silently for a few minutes*Moffat: I’m running from this very complicated plot point that I’m not allowed to tell you about until we’re halfway through it already. Don’t worry, you’re not going to die. Probably. And even if you do die, you’ll be back in a few episodes. See, I’ve got it all under control *tries to hide the secret he’s been keeping for half the season*
I had to see you again. You have no idea how it felt like coming back to life and knowing the world was empty… because you’d gone.
Captain Jack Harkness (to Ianto), Torchwood: House of the Dead (via pterodactylsandchocolate)
Wrote an angsty little ficlet:
2AM Confessions – When he returns, Sherlock has nightmares, but John is always there.
teaser below the cut
John watched the pale figure twitch under the sheets. Before, Sherlock had hardly slept, great swathes of activity and inexhaustible energy. Now though, he slept like a drowning man gulped air. As if he’d never slept for three years.
Leaning down, John kissed the tangle of curls. Sherlock whimpered and turned to curl around John; a refuge and rock against the sea of nightmares.
The first time Sherlock woke up screaming John had his gun in his hands, flying down to Sherlock’s room before he was fully awake. The man wouldn’t talk about it, tried to assure the doctor he was fine. John had put the gun away and crawled into bed over his objections. A month later and he hadn’t passed a night in his own bed.