(Source: thehappypeacehat)

baskervillains:

no dawn, no day, i’m always in this twilight

in the shadow of your heart (x)

sometimes he still dreams of her. the colour of her hair, the quick flash of her smile, the way her whispers seemed to curl around his ear like smoke.

“I love you, you great bloody moron,” she would say, her voice tinged with laughter, and a smile would twitch across his “stupid face”. 

it was a summer romance; gone, evaporated, by the time autumn rolled around and she headed home to leadworth and heaven knows how many admirers. he stayed in london, stayed in his clouds of smoke and morphine. but still she remained in his head and his heart, a nuisance, and yet one he clung to desperately.

he could have asked her to stay; she would have done so in a heartbeat. but sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side, and so he found himself saying goodbye to the girl with the fairytale name. he nodded curtly; she took a breath to say something, but instead just shook her head, auburn hair glinting in the dying light, and walked away from him. 

he did not need her, he did not, and yet when he slipped the ice of the needle into his trembling arm and closed his eyes, it was her face he saw, her voice he heard, and her he followed into the dark. 

Amelia Pond, the girl who left him behind.

All because of you, I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos;
The kind that bring you home.
When hope becomes a strange place, I’ll follow your voice.
All you have to do is shout it out. 

(Source: pondandholmes)

(Source: pondandholmes)

I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear. 
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear. 
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. 

(Source: pondandholmes)

It was all for something, and there’s nothing wrong. 
We know what is coming and what is to be done.

(Source: pondandholmes)

(Source: odinsonn)

My old man is a tough man
But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone

(Source: sherlockitude)

loveingloki:

Baby interrupts an interview with Tom (x)

freakadillycircus:

whenever I see this gif on my dash I think about the countless occasions where Moffat has told us about Matt Smith’s limb control - or lack thereof. And I sit here, thinking: Darling, baby. Who are you going to torch with that thing? 

(Source: rorysdiedagain)

"I don’t know about being the sexiest man in the world. I am barely the sexiest man in my flat and I’m the only guy living there. It makes me laugh because I see all the faults - I have spent 35 years of my life with myself. But I am very flattered. I don’t know how else to take it but to be flattered and giggle."

(Source: soldierlocked)

msaryas:

Sherlock Holmes was a great man

(Source: mslokis)

ishipjohnlock247:

corneliapornelia:

#BBC finally released some outtakes

yay!!! do it!!!

thescienceofobsession:

THE PINKY.