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#damn #my life

TEH meta: our smart thinky fandom

marsdaydream:

TEH meta posts that have passed my dash thus far:

The Train Scene: Psychologist perspective

Visuals in TEH: The Empty Eye / The Vision Fetish / Trains

Fanservice & Emotional Accountability in TEH

On Sherlock & John falling in love with each other again

In which Sherlock is a little shit.

Mark Gatiss’ Sherlock Fan Fiction

Will keep adding to this. Y’all are so damn smart.

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#Sterek #yaaaaaas

hattedhedgehog:

Hush now…

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#oh my... #yess #me gusta #Bagginshield

wolfwrecked:

wax/wane wall: 1280x800 | 1366x768 | 1440x900 | 1600x900 | 1920x1080 → here

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#gorgeous #graphic #TW #pack feelings
Title: UnknownThe Death of Every Girl
Artist: UnknownBenedict Cumberbatch
Album: UnknownAugust: Osage County
Played: 163439 times

deareje:

cumberbatchcoffeeklatch:

londonphile:

thecarrot:

Benedict Cumberbatch singing and playing piano in August: Osage County.

My friend and I went to the premiere yesterday in NYC and I managed to record some of the bits Benedict appeared in. We weren’t expecting all this and my friend GRABBED my hand when this started happening. Overwhelming tbh i want none of it get it away

Video will be posted in a few hours!! 

Have you listened to this preciousness?! So adorable. Video http://youtu.be/1XSntzfy_oc

Teary. Sooo sweet.

orbitalencounters:

Total lunar eclipse for the Americas on April 14th 15th 2014

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#Lunar Eclipse #

what-ineffable-twaddle:

Finally done! PHEW.

Click here for progress pics.

Totally dodged and burned the shit out of the hair and I gave up on Benedict’s hand cause I got lazy but WHATEVER! I’m done.

—-

And here’s a ficlet to go with it:

"Stay exactly where you are. Don’t move."


He stretched out his hand.


Another hand instinctively responded.


Between their fingers, there now lay several meters of air and buildings and people. Yet, only yesterday, Sherlock’s fingertips had been pressed gently against John’s neck and chin, had tilted John’s head up so that their lips were only a breath apart.


Hold still…

…what? Why?


Don’t move.


Sher—


John, close your eyes.


…what?


But they had already shut.


Sherlock leaned in slightly until their bodies touched, chest against chest, legs intertwined, and then, just hovered. His eyes passed over every detail of John’s face. His mind recorded everything he saw. This was important. This was not to be deleted.



For a moment, there was silence—

A subtle touch of fingertips against skin. A soft hum of breaths intermingling. A low, slow drum of heartbeats. Everything synchronizing into one great ebb and flow of rise-and-falls and ins and outs, and gravity gently beckoning, beckoning each towards the other.


For an eternal, intensified moment, there was silence.



…what is it?

Sherlock blinked.

No-Nothing.


"Goodbye, John."

[Sorry sorry. Such a terrible ficlet this time cause I’m brain-dead from exhaustion today. Too many papers and exams lately.]

injureddreams:

Sleep son. I’m in a young!legolas mood :V

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#awwww #bbLegolas #Thranduil
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#13 #House M.D.

begitalarcos:

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey’s end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

geeky-sova:

Just a little (sketchy) something to cheer myself up after the onslaught of angst delivered by Teen Wolf week after week…

Happy Valentine’s Day and thank you TW fandom for such a warm welcome to your family ♥  Hope I’ll find my place around here :)

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