snowstormsss:

My dear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies.

lyanasnow:

The game is over.

intobattle:

_{“Mikey, is this your laptop?” “On which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you’ve got potatoes on it.”}

sociapathic:

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samarra. But can Samarra be avoided?

andrewxscotts:

_{“He just sat there, staring into the darkness”.}

currently-in-my-mind-palace:

It’s him that I worry about the most. That wife! You’re letting him down, Sherlock.

clockwrkprincess:

_{you have missed it, admit it.}