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theladylillibet:

hey-itsmisha:

Breaking news from the UK

In New Zealand, the chocolate has always been on the bottom…

I don’t even know what these are and cookies/biscuits that look like that always have chocolate on the bottom

you know

where your tongue is

zimska:

whatever the christmas special was gr9 but…can we pls have a companion who’s…normal? who’s just normal? no double deaths, no cracks in the walls and secret babies, just. a temp who’s loud because she’s afraid no one cares what she has to say, or a medical student looking for escapism and something better than herself. or a dead-end shop girl. like…they’re supposed to grow in to their raw extraordinariness, not shrouded in mystery and one of a kind off the bat. i want the companion to be like me, ordinary at first glance and sort of never given a second glance, but great at my core, and full of potential, and then there’s one person (one alien) who sees what you can do and what you can be.

tealbluestatic:

mirabilelectu:

 #I just #God this picture #it is possibly the most emblematic thing for their relationship ever #They are sitting in Buckingham Palace - the very symbol and metaphorical seat of power of their nation #a place loaded with tradition and expectation and enough decorum to choke a normal human being #And these two idiots are sitting there on a sofa worth more than my house laughing like loons #while one of them wears a damn bedsheet and nothing else #But you know what? #It’s all fine #Because they’re together and when they’re together they can laugh at the Queen herself because they are unstoppable #And so John will throw his head back with a huge belly laugh #and Sherlock will chuckle in that way he saves only for John and no one else #And it will all be absolutely #100% #fine

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

radiolocked:

cumberbatchweb:

Outakes of the LA Times photoshoot featuring Benedict Cumberbatch

asmalltaste:

The Getty outtakes untagged :)

HOLY JESUS THE FIRST AND THE LAST ONE

I LOVE HOW NEW ONES KEEP POPPING UP

IT’S CHRISTMAS.

thetimesarchitecture:

letmartyhandlethis:

annagarny:

1. Mycroft stood across from Dr Banner, leaning on his umbrella and pressing his lips together in an effort not to snap. He knew that it was… ill-advised… to use any more force with the good doctor. Especially given his condition.

“We need you to come in, Doctor.”
“What if I say… no?”
“I’ll persuade you.”

2. “On your left, Lock.”
“Don’t call me that.” Sherlock told Tony, turning to face the man in the red metal suit as he rounded the building on the end of the block, followed closely by the whale-sized flying alien that sheared a section off the building as it curved after Stark.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes and lifted his rifle, painting a target on the thing’s face and waiting for the chirrups to come through his comm, then fired at the same moment as the seven other SHIELD agents who had their weapons trained on it.

3. “You have one man to protect you.” Loki muttered, stepping forward into Jim’s space and looming over the shorter man, nostrils flaring as Moriarty didn’t back down.
“I don’t need more.” Jim told him, completely deadpan and utterly confident. 
The rest of the world was very fortunate that the two of them were at each others’ throats, rather than considering teaming up.

4. John was on the ground, co-ordinating with SHIELD agents when his phone rang - the moment he lifted it to his ear he realised that the comm-link must have been down, that explained the static he’d been getting, anyway. It was Barton.
“Hey, who did I get?” he asked, and John recognised the voice immediately. He lifted his gaze until he spotted the dark figure on the rooftop half a block down and answered.
“You got Watson.”
“Hey, Doc! How’s things down that end?” Clint swung himself around and narrowed his eyes slightly, waving at John before plucking another arrow from his quiver and keeping his eyes on the Doctor even as he fired the projectile at the nearest, flying, target.
“Getting worse. We need you down here.”
“Okay.” Clint tapped his quiver and the base spun, then he plucked the grappling-arrow and notched it, taking five quick steps backwards and flinging himself off the roof.
“CLINT!” John shouted, stepping forward, ignoring the rubble and death flying about, terrified for five long seconds until the grappling hook was fired and the line snapped taut, catching Clint mid-fall and pulling him back towards the building where he smashed through a second-floor window.

5. Natasha looked across the office and caught a glimpse of the man who had taken advantage of Loki’s destruction of Manhattan to wreak his own brand of havoc in London. Jim didn’t catch her eye, and if he saw her he didn’t acknowledge the fact. Once he was out of sight she breathed a sigh of relief, barely a hint of tension dropping from her shoulders, before she turned her attention back to the handgun she had been servicing when Jim had been frog-marched through the open-plan space.

6. “You machine!” John shouted, ignoring the fact that half of SHIELD was watching he and Sherlock have their little domestic in the middle of the lab.

Sherlock, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk (where he had been told, countless times, by Bruce, Tony and pretty much every other member of staff not to put them) just raised one eyebrow at him while John seethed, snatching his coat from the back of another seat and storming out.

Phil, deadpan as ever, turned to Maria.

“I think they need a time-out.”

My dear friend, that is beautiful and you just won everything.

fer1972:

Captured_001 by Marrast

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