Look at it. LOOK AT IT. Do you see it? Do you? Because I see it, and now I *can’t stop looking at it*. 

“It” being the drawstring. The poor, desperately straining drawstring. The drawstring that is currently sticking out it’s tongue at Sherlock’s shirt buttons going, “You guys got NUTHIN’ on me, suckers.” 

Guys… Guys. It’s barely holding his damn shorts closed. His shorts are gaping. Open. 

“Gained two suit sizes,” he says. “Eating like a foie gras goose and doing two hours at the gym,” he says. Indeed, sir. Indeed. As evidenced by the fact that the shorts that jauntily swung around your lanky hips when you kicked over a giant chess piece in Greece that one time are now a straining, imminent wardrobe malfunction. Not that I, you know, mind. 

I realize that what I’m doing here is gross objectification, but if it’s okay with y’all, I’m gonna head to my bunk for an in-brain recasting of certain iconic scenes from From Here To Eternity. ‘Night. 

turn-off-your-mind-and-letitbe:

jajajajjajajaj CAPO!!!!!!!!

Is this like the House version of Weekend At Bernies? Wilson! WAKE UP, WILSON! Oh God, no. 

(via pinnacleofmadness)

WhoTF is Nina? Dear Omegle RPers: I must’ve missed something while I was out. EXPLAIN. 

Ever have that one person whose music recommendations you always, always check out because your respective tastes in music are, for some reason, just a perfect fucking match, and you know that if they rattle off some band name you’re not familiar with, it’s gonna wind up being a band you’re gonna love the ever-loving shit out of forever? 

For me, that person is Martin Freeman. He names a band, I don’t even preview them anymore. I just start downloading.

Thanks so much to all of my lovely Sherlocks on Omegle, last night! 

Always,

Your John

Honestly looks like he’s talking to Mel from Flight of the Conchords. …Ship all the things?

(via nightbecomesme)

Yes, I consider myself to be a Sherlockian (a life-long one, btw, as I’ve been Holmes-obsessed since I was about ten). And I adore the BBC’s Sherlock and lust after the two leads almost continually. 

So, yes, part of the reason I’m so terribly excited for the release of The Hobbit is because OMG MARTIN FREEMAN IS BILBO AND BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IS SMAUG, HOLY CRAPCAKES. 

But the other reason I’m so terribly excited is this: I’ve been a Tolkien fan even longer than I’ve been an ACD fan. I really don’t even know how many times I’ve read The Hobbit, although the number probably borders on embarrassing. And I cannot wait to see it come to life on the big screen. 

So, I guess my request is two-fold:

1. Please stop assuming that every Sherlock fan who’s excited about The Hobbit is only excited because of the actor overlap. For many of us, that overlap is simply icing because it means our favorite actors are participating in more than one of our existing interests. (For instance, Martin Freeman has played Arthur Dent, John Watson, and now Bilbo Baggins- all characters from books I loved way before film or TV adaptations were ever made.)

and 2. Even if you do continue to assume most Sherlock fans are only interested in The Hobbit because of those two specific actors, take a moment to reflect on whether or not that’s truly a negative thing. When Sherlock aired, sales of the original ACD stories skyrocketed and sales have remained significantly higher than they were prior to the show. The show got people interested in the source material- people who otherwise may never have read it. I imagine the same will be (and already is) true of The Hobbit films. New fans are never a bad thing. And you know who takes the “you don’t count because I was into this before it was so mainstream” attitude? Hipsters. Don’t be Hobbit Hipsters.

Good storytelling enriches lives. Let’s not be selfish with that. 

Dear Atlin Merrick: Re-reading Minutiae. And harem pants? *NOT OPTIONAL*. 

If I were John, harem pants would be the official uniform for husbands living at 221B Baker Street. 

A Sherlock/ American Gods crossover fic?

Christ, I love you crazy people. 

Anyone else imagine him taking a long, slow lick of that page? Anyone? Just me, then? Okay.