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thescienceofjohnlock:

sakibatch:

eclectis:

swozor:

itsatriplemurderjawn:

bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch:

otter-fanwarrior:

goodimaginationandbadgrades:

tanithcooper:

tardiscookies:

moraniarty:

supholmes:

… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.

THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS

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“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”

“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.

“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”

NONONO

NOBUTWAITFUCKYESMAYBEBUTNO

A couple days later, John saw something in the papers. It shouldn’t have bothered him, really, he didn’t even know this “Sherlock Holmes” character. He just couldn’t put his finger on why it made him so sad to find out that the so-called “consulting detective” had been victim to another one of those recent suicides.

NO NO NO

John pauses by a police box on his way to the store to get some milk. He smiled a little at the old timey appearance of it. “They just don’t make them like that anymore,” he said, a little wistfully. He jumped when the door flew open.

"You!" the man with the bow-tie snapped. John looked around in surprise but he was the only one around.

"M-me?" he asked, half pointing at himself.

"Yes, you. Don’t you know you jumped the tracks? You were supposed to be there to save that brilliant ridiculous idiot! But no, someone dipped their fingers in the time stream and messed everything all up. I will need to have a word with this person, but for now we need to get you back on track come on," the madman said, grabbing John by the arm and pulling him towards the box.

"Wow wow excuse me I don’t even know you!"

"Nor are you supposed to! But I can’t just let things go all willy-nilly topsie turvey here! Some one has got to save Sherlock Holmes and It might as well be us, eh?"

"I don’t know any Sherlock Holmes," John protested.

"Yes, and that might be the biggest crime here," the man said and finally succeeded in dragging John into the box.

"He killed himself, the papers said, and…oh my," John trailed off, looking around him in surprise. "It….it…."

"Yes, it is bigger on the inside I know. Come on, we’ve got a flatmate for you to meet!"

(in which Moriarty somehow got a hold of time travel tech and fucked everything up and the doctor is just the man to fix it)

It went from sad and scary to intriguing to amazing and I needed this!

FUCKING MAKE THIS SOMEONE PLEASE I WILL BEG YOU

DAAAAAAAAAAAMN SON

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gabriel-rising:

wholockian221b:

because-misha-collins:

severedhead-justteaformethanks:

pineappledean:

thebrotherswinchester:

just-be-my-soul:

sams-soul:

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.











FANDOM LAW YOU MUST ABIDE

ALWAYS.

gabriel-rising:

wholockian221b:

because-misha-collins:

severedhead-justteaformethanks:

pineappledean:

thebrotherswinchester:

just-be-my-soul:

sams-soul:

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

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FANDOM LAW YOU MUST ABIDE

ALWAYS.

You’ve always had my back, you know. Even when I couldn’t count on anyone, I could always count on you.

nestingcas:

me to supernatural: [bastille voice] how am I gonna be an optimist about this

m-online:

hate:

i’m like 102% tired

150%

Reblog if you have fewer than 1,000 followers.

omgraniaposts:

unmasqed:

beaksunderwings:

toomanyfandomssolittletime:

lillianorchid:

wrong-side-down:

god-of-gold:

jennstarkid:

tumblr nobodies, UNITE!!

i think you mean…

ASSEMBLE.

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for once the supernatural fandom didn’t arrive first

I’m proud of you avengers! 

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Are we late?

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We’re coming!

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Rebloging twice cuz it’s so awesome

pro-cardigan:

in-castiel-we-trust:

pleaseimbeyonce:

jared is basically the size of a door

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I looked at this and looked at my door like 5 times…

oh my

deducingsherlockian:

#kids don’t tap on the glass it frightens the serial killers

ravenstagnight:

Benedict: Can I get some water please?

Guy in audience: Aww

Benedict (in a high pitched voice): Aww he’s thirsty. He’s just like us!

englishsnow:

by Berk Akşen

coffeepeople:

There are two types of single people 

  1. desperately wants to be in a relationship
  2. desperately wants to remain single for as long as possible 

I am both.