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timekeeperart:

Dem pinstripes.

Ten!!! Adorable ten!!

So I got a banana to nosh on this morning at work. Then this happened.

I regret nothing.

Anonymous asked: Tell me about the time when Sherlock made a very very bad Doctor Who reference.

“Any ideas?” Lestrade stood with his hands on his hips, watching the self-proclaimed consulting detective as he crawled around. They were on the dance floor of a seedy nightclub, the sort that didn’t ask too many questions when you walked in the door. The night before, dim lights and thumping bass had served as perfect cover for some crime, motive unknown. Now, by the early morning sunlight, the club had a distinctly alien look about it. Countless bottle caps and various discarded garments cluttered the chairs and seats around the edges of the room. The conventional odor of sweat and cheap beer mingled with the new metallic sting of blood.

“So far… thirteen.” Sherlock Holmes was crawling on his hands and knees, looking over the floor surrounding body splayed out before him. Male, 24 or 25, single stab-wound to the chest, no weapon in sight. Wholly unremarkable but for the fact that someone had meticulously removed both of the man’s ring fingers.

Crouched beside Sherlock as ever was John Watson, ex-army-doctor turned consulting-detective-consultant. “Thriteen?” he questioned, surprised.

“…and a half. Oh, what’s this?” Swiftly, Sherlock reached his hand down the front of the dead man’s pants.

“Sherlock!” Lestrade objected. Sherlock ignored him as he started to pull something out.

“What the…” John started, embarrassed.

 “Always bring a banana to a party…” muttered Sherlock under his breath as he held the yellow fruit up for his two companions to see. Both John and Lestrade stared at him, dumbstruck. They glanced at each other and then back to Sherlock, not understanding what they had just heard.

Lestrade found his voice first. “I’m sorry… what?”

Sherlock gave him his are-you-really-that-thick look. “He had the banana stuffed down his trousers, obviously this means that…”

“Hang on!” John interrupted. Sherlock blinked at him, confused. “What did you just say?” John asked, sternly.

Sherlock squinted at him. “Obviously this means that…”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, Sherlock. Before that. You just quoted Doctor Who!”

Sherlock looked away quickly. “I don’t know what you mean,” he added, busying himself with a determined study of the ring-finger-less left hand.

“Always bring a banana to a party!” John repeated with emphasis. “I was just watching that episode last night while you prattled on about the impossibilities of spatio-temporal hyperlinks!”

Sherlock continued to ignore him with resolute silence. John stared at his flatmate for a moment, then turned his head and caught Lestrade’s eye. In an instant the two were doubled over with laughter.

“Puerile…” Sherlock muttered with ever so slight a smile, turning his attention back to the body.

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I had WAY too much fun with this one :D

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Every 5th Gif (I am easily amused)

This is you:

I must admit, I am rather amazing.

This is your best friend:

Best best friend ever!

Your sense of humor:

Yeah, it usually does…

Your attitude towards the world:

*eyebrow shrug*

What you do when you’re alone:

Good way to spend some time!

Your love life:

Unfortunately not literally.

Your social life:

fanTAStic!

Your future:

There’s a dancing doctor in my future? I approve.

Your past:

Dum de dum…

Your present:

Some days it certainly feels like it…

Your future partner:

Well that’s slightly depressing…

How the same sex sees you:

Woof. ;)

How the opposite sex sees you:

Awe :(

How strangers see you:

So, like a crazy person, basically.

How you see yourself:

Pretty much.

Your sexual preference:

YES PLEASE.

Your taste in music:

…odd…

Your favorite tv show/movie:

Accurate gif is accurate.

What you do on weekends:

Fair enough.

Your last day on earth:

And I would die a happy woman.

How you die:

Doctor hugs kill. This has been a public service announcement.

People at your funeral:

Okay, slightly creepy.

How God greets you:

God thinks I’m like a little fairy.

goatsandmermaids:

chaoscomix:

freedom-star:

withtheridingcrop:

So my doors are done. :>

But my room isn’t yet so

SCREAMING AHSVGHDBSKWH

PERFECT

CAN I PLEASE HAVE

You have no idea how much I want to do this right now.

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lonesomeorganist:

doctorwho:

Ten.

I have friends that insist Eleven is more attractive.  I strongly and sincerely disagree.

Are said friends BLIND? Because that’s the only way anyone could think 11 is hotter than 10. 10 for life. Those eyebrows! That hair!

(Source: catsiel)

This is the world’s greatest photograph. All photographers can just stop now, because this photograph exists.

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