February 2012
“His very person and appearance were such as to strike the attention of the most casual observer. In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin, hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision. His chin, too, had the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination.”
Best description of Benedict Cumberbatch ever. Who wrote that? Oh, wait. It was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle describing Sherlock Holmes for the first time.
Born for the role
John Watkittens
Sherlockitty Holmes
Meowcroft Holmes
James Pawiarty
Detective Meowstrade
“Blood on the pavement” - Sherlock S2 Soundtrack - David Arnold, Michael Price
This one’s even worse. D:
stop it ugh nooo
1) Press play.
2) Attempt to go about your business.
3) Completely fail to do so because suddenly your life is an adventure.
Don’t we all know the feeling of listening to music while doing various things (such as homework or cleaning your room) but then. suddenly. epic music. And the only thing you can do is dance and be epic.
Every song just courses my trauma to rewake. It’s like I start it, and then keeps skipping because “Omg, can’t handle the women’s theme right now. To many feels” and “Omg, Baskerville is just creepy and THE HOUND IS IN MY ROOM!” and then of course “Reichenbach… *gross sobbing*”.
Sometimes I just sit and wait for the inevitable, and then physically winces.






