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frostirons:

viridianshadow:

gaywalrus:

thedetectiveconsultant:

He wouldn’t stop poking me. He seemed very confused. -SH

HELLO I AM A TUMBLR USER AND I UNDERSTAND THE JOKE THAT IS BEING MADE HERE

OH MY GOD CANNOT BREATHE
BEST JOKE EVAR

I’ve seen this four times and I just got it omfg

Well, performance issues. You know?

frostirons:

viridianshadow:

gaywalrus:

thedetectiveconsultant:

He wouldn’t stop poking me. He seemed very confused. -SH

HELLO I AM A TUMBLR USER AND I UNDERSTAND THE JOKE THAT IS BEING MADE HERE

OH MY GOD CANNOT BREATHE

BEST JOKE EVAR

I’ve seen this four times and I just got it omfg

Well, performance issues. You know?

ibeggedformercytwice:

curlyboff:

nixiesaurus:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
—-
Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
—-
Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
—-
I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
—-
Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
—-
John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
—-
I wish I could talk to you
SH
—-
God won’t let me visit Hell. 
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
—-
If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
—-
Still missing you horribly
SH
—-
Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
—-
People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
—-
Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
—-
Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
—-
You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
—-
There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
—-
Sorry
SH
—-
I miss you
SH
—-
I love you.
SH
—-
Won’t you hurry up?
SH
—-
Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
—-
Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
—-
I love you
SH
—-
Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
—-
Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
—-
I love you anyway.
SH
—-
“Welcome home.”

Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?
You won’t believe this.  Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx
—-
It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx
—-
They’re letting me torture people, Seb!  It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx
—-
There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx
—-
Scratch that.  Says you killed him in Kabul.  Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx
—-
The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx
—-
You really should stop drinking and smoking.  I think it’s ruining your organs.  Then again, that means you get here sooner.  That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx
—-
Actually, scratch that last one.  I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx
—-
Oh.  It’s terminal.  It’s only been a few years, Seb.  I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx
—-
I always knew you could handle pain.  I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx
—-
I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon.  It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx
—-
Just close your eyes. -JMx
—-
“Stupid, simple tiger.  You never did listen to me.”

NO
NO
NO
I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you. 
That came out wrong. Sort of. 
I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL
—-
It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL
—-
You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL
—-
A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL
—-
You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL
—-
You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL
—-
I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL
—-
I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL
—-
You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL
—-
And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL
—-
Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL
—-
I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL
—-
I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL
—-
You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL
—-
Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL
—-
You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL
—-
Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL
—-
England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft.  - GL
—-
“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”

ibeggedformercytwice:

curlyboff:

nixiesaurus:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 

No crimes in Heaven, apparently.

SH

—-

Met an angel called Castiel.

Was looking for a human body.

SH

—-

Have I told you about the Winchesters?

SH

—-

I miss you and your complaining horribly

SH

—-

Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.

SH

—-

John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.

SH

—-

I wish I could talk to you

SH

—-

God won’t let me visit Hell. 

But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!

SH

—-

If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you

SH

—-

Still missing you horribly

SH

—-

Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.

A woman even I might admire. Good Job.

SH

—-

People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.

Keep thanking me.

Somewhat annoying.

SH

—-

Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?

Someone is getting too sentimental.

I’m touched.

SH

—-

Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.

Still as annoying as ever.

I miss when you used to punch him for me.

SH

—-

You’ve become so good at writing.

I miss you.

SH

—-

There are so many things I should have said.

Down There.

SH

—-

Sorry

SH

—-

I miss you

SH

—-

I love you.

SH

—-

Won’t you hurry up?

SH

—-

Don’t come too quickly, though.

SH

—-

Met with Mummy.

She cried. I don’t understand it.

SH

—-

I love you

SH

—-

Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 

You’re done fighting, John.

Come home.

SH

—-

Stubborn to the last, my John.

SH

—-

I love you anyway.

SH

—-

“Welcome home.”

Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?

You won’t believe this.  Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx

—-

It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx

—-

They’re letting me torture people, Seb!  It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx

—-

There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx

—-

Scratch that.  Says you killed him in Kabul.  Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx

—-

The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx

—-

You really should stop drinking and smoking.  I think it’s ruining your organs.  Then again, that means you get here sooner.  That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx

—-

Actually, scratch that last one.  I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx

—-

Oh.  It’s terminal.  It’s only been a few years, Seb.  I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx

—-

I always knew you could handle pain.  I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx

—-

I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon.  It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx

—-

Just close your eyes. -JMx

—-

“Stupid, simple tiger.  You never did listen to me.”

NO

NO

NO

I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you. 

That came out wrong. Sort of. 

I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL

—-

It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL

—-

You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL

—-

A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL

—-

You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL

—-

You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL

—-

I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL

—-

I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL

—-

You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL

—-

And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL

—-

Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL

—-

I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL

—-

I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL

—-

You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL

—-

Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL

—-

You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL

—-

Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL

—-

England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft.  - GL

—-

“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”

violasarecool:

angelinthejosswhedonsense:

loki-s-army-at-221b:

majorsarcasm19:

the-three-patch-problem:

purpleshirtofsex:

pinkninjapj:

penandpage:

Oh my god.

It was a test.

OH MY GOD IT WAS A TEST!

IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING TEST!!!!

THOSE FUCKERS

What’s worse is that Sherlock probably knew it was a test, and he told John to take the money anyway. If John had taken the money, he wouldn’t be living with Sherlock (according to Mycroft’s test). In which case, Sherlock tried to warn John by telling him to take the money and hiding it in a joke.

*sigh*

But John’s little smile at the end of the second one! He figured it out there, he finally got it. He knows that Mycroft trusts him now.

And thus, John earned his trust with the Holmes brothers.

*screaming*

I will always reblog this because this is a BEAUTIFUL example of masterful writing. Subtle, yet brilliant.

This is beautiful. Reasons why I love the writers and the fandom.

Sherlock owls

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity:

drsherlockanglophile:

moraniarty:

nerdlock:

alasihavetransfiguredmyfeet:

blomkvists-cat:

sherlock and john

mycroft

lestrade

irene

anderson

molly

moriarty

THE ENTIRE SHERLOCK FANDOM IS ON CRACK

MORIARTY AND ANDERSON THO SDAfsajf

…I think we need season 3, now.

I WANT A LITTLE MOLLY OWL HOW CUTE

To see a proud man who’s usually so composed brought to his knees is one of the most heartbreaking things in the world.

bbcfanatical:

crey

Baaawwwwwwwwwww omg what have you done to meeeee….