Is it just me or John’s PIN number seems to be 7437? Of course that the last 7 is pure speculation, we don’t actually get to see it…
But if it is, it spells SHER like in SHER-locked (and is the same as Irene’s mobile phone code)!!! :D
Okay. This fandom has gone insane.
What I feel I should be thinking: “Oh my god too far fandom, too far”
What I am thinking: “ASDFGHJKL WHY IS THIS SO PERFECT YOU GENIUS YOU”
I was waiting for this.
OMG I’M DYING
My contribution to Mr. Cumberbatch’s birthday! Many happy returns!
Think Sherlock’s excited about season 3 too.
The wonderful thing about detectives
Are detectives are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of cheekbones
Their bottoms are made out of sheets
They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about Detectives
Is I’m the only one
Frenching Jim gameplay variation: Switch the DVD audio track so that John is the only one who can’t speak French, and is left confused and angry.
In which Irene does not develop feelings for Sherlock, but is instead guilty of a more heinous crime than we realized.
The sequel, of sorts, to this.
MY GOD I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING.
Oh my Godtiss hahaha
YES! Oh, yes!
STRANGLED CHOKING NOISES
Literally laughing out loud and clapping like a seal.
SHERLOCK THESE ARE NOT THE WORST THINGS ABOUT LIVING WITH YOU
#we will never be short of body parts #i do not approve of using the kitchen for something as silly as food #my brother will probably kidnap you every so often #our flat will be searched for drugs occasionally #the rent will fluctuate depending on bullet holes explosion damage or acid corrosion #also you will never be allowed any other friends
#none of your property is sacred #personal space is a non-issue #all your money are belong to me #you are expected not to leave the house unless following after myself #starving is always a possibility #as is ingesting toxins by mistake #insults will be issued on a regular basis #oh and don’t mind that smell it’s just Mrs Hudson in the flat below — she does enjoy her soothers…
#you will have to cook and do the washing up and even my laundry #and apologize to everyone on my behalf because i’m a twat #the violin-playing will be dismal and out of tune and not actually have any semblance to music#also it will be played at random times like four in the morning #you might be taken hostage or hurt every so often #and oh #you will have to do the shopping of course #don’t forget the milk
#You’ll be expected to come when I call #A bit like a dog actually #But a dog that understands text messages… #Actually speaking of text messages: you’ll be expected to send my texts when I am too lazy to do so myself and this includes times when you are half way across London and have to run all the way back #Also you’ll have to ignore your doctor’s instincts because I don’t take shit from anyone and I’ll neglect food and load up on excessive amounts of nicotine patches and punch sleep in it’s metaphorical face if I want to because I can and there’s nothing you can do about it #My brother will stop by more regularly than pleasurable and probably victimize you with insults you won’t even understand until three days later #Which I may also do at times #You’ll be doing all of the house keeping because our landlady is in fact not a housekeeper and I can’t be bothered to do anything about that but make bigger messes so good luck with that #The bills and all manner of unpleasant business will be your responsibility #Including dealing with Anderson after I tell him off #And you’ll inevitably have to deal with the fact that people are going to assume that I not only dominate all of your time and effort in every day life but also you in the bedroom #They’re going to call you gay John #Very very gay
THEY ARE GOING TO CALL YOU GAY JOHN
VERY VERY GAY
Someone help me, I can’t stop laughing!
I CAN’T! you, my friend, won the Internet!
Carry John my wayward son
Carry John my way Watson
there’ll be peace when you are John