John’s polite finger.

And Sherlock’s rude hand:


When your office is remodeled to create a more "collaborative working space"




John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893), Victorian artist, influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites and best-known for his landscapes and night scenes.

“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
 Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)

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Will always reblog.

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Winter in Boston






This is a true story about the commute home yesterday.

Unrequited love and addiction prove a deadly mix for Sherlock.


Remember when our Sherlock feelings were just uncomplicated anguish? 

I thought I was in a bad mood

and then I saw this.

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