so is it just me or does kenneth branagh look like martin freeman and rupert graves became one person
OH MY FUCKING GOD
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Today at the movies
- Me: Hi. I'd like two tickets to Sherlock Holmes: A Gay of Shadows?
- Ticket Seller: Yeah su- Wait, what?
- Me: Sherlock Homes: A Gay of Gay.
- Ticket Seller: I don't-
- Me: Sherlock Gay: A Gay of Gay Gay.
- Ticket Seller: Sir I-
- Me: Gay Gay: Gay Gay Gay Gay Gay.
- Ticket Seller: That-
- Me: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
ecstaticbeautyimprobabletruths:
OH MY GODTISSSSSS. This woman. Or man. I don’t even-
They’re so pro that I love Sherlock even more.
if that was even possibleTHIS.
THIS IS PERFECTION
SO IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED SHERLOCK YET AND DON’T KNOW IF YOU WANT TO
THIS SHOULD HELP
OH MY GOD I WANT THIS VERSION OF SEVEN NATION ARMY?!?!?!?!??!
I WANT IT TO. IF YOU FIND IT PLEASE SHARE. ALSO THIS IS BADASS AND I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN.
SO I THINK I SHALL.
OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD. DROP EVERYTHING AND WATCH THIS.
So fucking jealous of these editing skills it’s not even funny. I wish I was this fucking good.
This is so badass that I exploded into fits of jam
HELLS. YES.
WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THE COMMENTS YOU SHOULD BE WATCHING THIS RIGHT NOW
HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE NEW FOOTAGE
MY BRAIN JUST ORGASMED
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I will play you, Sherlock Holmes. I will play you, and you will cry out for me, you will sing for me, and together we will make the sweetest, most decadent music together, the notes and scales and arpeggios of your dark, disturbed heart, until I have wrung out all the pieces and measures and your heart is no more, no more, no more, and there is nothing left but you and me in the silence. And I am all that you will know. And I am all you will ever need.
Surrender to me, Sherlock Holmes. And I will play you.
There is a part of me that is fighting, struggling, clawing to get out, a part of me that’s flashing all the warning signs that this is all wrong, wrong, wrong.
I want to scream. I feel so open, exposed, violated… and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
A part of me is repulsed. Disgusted. Ashamed.
Afraid.
And yet…
A part of me… wants to know the answer. It is the unknown that seduces me the most after all.
And I don’t know what I will sound like… if he will play me.
Will the sounds that will burst out of my throat as he will slowly stroke me and tenderly saw through my skin be dissonant chords that pierce through the unified music of the orchestra of this mad, mundane world…
Or will the sounds, in fact, form an operatic masterpiece this ignorant world has yet to hear? Will there be, in fact, a standing ovation at the end, the applause and the spotlight we both crave so desperately?
I wait as he positions the bow. I want to scream. Everything is so quiet. So still. So lifeless.
Even inside my own mind.
For once… the monsters inside my mind are… silent.
It feels so very dangerous to be this vulnerable.
I have… never felt more alive.
OMFG.
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Alright, so there are many things that are simply perfect about this customer review, and they are all coincidental.
- Lucky Cat. This customer review is on a freakin’ Lucky Cat.
- Can we just take a look at the price? Ten
poundsdollars. “TEN POUNDS. TEN POUNDS….
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