tagged as: #god damn it, #Michael Fassbender, #no,

you are the most beautiful nightmare

tagged as: #no, #sherlock bbc,
"I wanted to show glimpses of Moriarty’s vulnerability. You can’t go down that road too much because that’s not what one’s job is when playing the main antagonist, but you got to see that towards the very end, when we realise he’s going to kill himself. He’s a very desolate, very lonely, very unhappy person." - Andrew Scott on Moriarty’s personality.  (via error-221b)
tagged as: #GOD DAMMIT ANDREW, #NO, #andrew scott, #quotes,
tagged as: #god, #no, #tom hiddleston,
fuckyeahmcgosling:

Justin Timberlake & Ryan Gosling - 1994

fuckyeahmcgosling:

Justin Timberlake & Ryan Gosling - 1994

tagged as: #WHAT THE HELL, #THAT'S NOT FAIR AT ALL, #LOOK AT THEM, #JESUS, #ryan gosling, #Justin Timberlake, #no,

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

everydayimwholockin:

I knew you were trouble when you walked in

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Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground

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you little BITCH

tagged as: #what, #no, #sherlock bbc,
I can still feel the warmth of your hand and the way your heartbeat radiated out to your fingertips while you were silently anxious. I can feel our fingers, intertwined, and your skin beneath the pad of my thumb. And I can smell your expensive-as-fuck cologne and your freshly-pressed suit mixing with the sharpness and the usual musk of a recently disinfected hospital lift.
I can hear a heartbeat pounding in my ears, one which is soon brushed aside by a loop of your earlier briefing. I can feel nails digging into my palm as I gripped the shoulder strap of my duffel, inside which lay the best rifle in my possession. 
As you’d requested, boss.
I can still hear the soft bell that sounded when the lift reached my floor, and the way your hand closed ever so slightly tighter around mine before letting go. I can hear the sound of the lift doors closing as I stepped out, and feel my arm lift to give the first salute I’d given in a long time.
The “good luck, boss,” that came out was barely more than a resigned mutter.
I think I always knew. Which is more than likely to be what you wanted. You bastard.
The door closed on your snarky little Irish grin and glinting eyes. And I had half a mind to step back in there. To slam you against the fucking wall.
Or, maybe, for another reason entirely. I don’t know anymore.
But there were things that needed to be taken care of. Rifles to set up. People to follow. Falls to watch.
And that’s what you hired me for, yeah?
Even so, I miss you, boss.

I can still feel the warmth of your hand and the way your heartbeat radiated out to your fingertips while you were silently anxious. I can feel our fingers, intertwined, and your skin beneath the pad of my thumb. And I can smell your expensive-as-fuck cologne and your freshly-pressed suit mixing with the sharpness and the usual musk of a recently disinfected hospital lift.

I can hear a heartbeat pounding in my ears, one which is soon brushed aside by a loop of your earlier briefing. I can feel nails digging into my palm as I gripped the shoulder strap of my duffel, inside which lay the best rifle in my possession.

As you’d requested, boss.

I can still hear the soft bell that sounded when the lift reached my floor, and the way your hand closed ever so slightly tighter around mine before letting go. I can hear the sound of the lift doors closing as I stepped out, and feel my arm lift to give the first salute I’d given in a long time.

The “good luck, boss,” that came out was barely more than a resigned mutter.

I think I always knew. Which is more than likely to be what you wanted. You bastard.

The door closed on your snarky little Irish grin and glinting eyes. And I had half a mind to step back in there. To slam you against the fucking wall.

Or, maybe, for another reason entirely. I don’t know anymore.

But there were things that needed to be taken care of. Rifles to set up. People to follow. Falls to watch.

And that’s what you hired me for, yeah?

Even so, I miss you, boss.

tagged as: #NO, #I NEED TO GET BACK INTO THIS, #BECAUSE I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE, #GOD DAMN IT, #MORAN COME BACK, #mormor, #writings, #ficlet, #quick publish it while no-one's online,
tagged as: #oh wow, #no, #doctor who, #sherlock bbc,

yoohoopuddin:

Leave a note when? 

Moriarty leaves Moran a letter the day of the fall.  

tagged as: #ow, #no, #mormor, #gifset,

midnightsinger:

tardis-of-bones:

moltobenedict:

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WHAT IF THAT’S WHAT SHERLOCK ASKED MOLLY TO DO?!?!?!

tagged as: #no, #sherlock bbc, #season 3 conspiracy theories,

torakodragon:

I’ve made myself sad.

tagged as: #supernatural, #fanart, #no,

tisziny:

crystalsoulslayer:

w0rldwalker:

NOPE.JPG

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tagged as: #ow, #doctor who, #no, #river song,

lanimalu:

sleep well.

tagged as: #no, #the hobbit, #line of durin, #spoilers, #fanart, #god dammit,

shanethemainbrain:

dancingdown-therabbithole:

#foreshadowing is a dramatic device in which an important plot point is mentioned earlier in the story to return later in a significant way #hahahhahaha #i hate this show

Oh.My.God.

I can’t deal with this. 

tagged as: #writers, #jfc, #no, #doctor who, #ten, #donna, #ahjskdhfla, #gifset,
tagged as: #no, #doctor who, #gifset, #the ponds,
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