itsacrimescene:

Did you see the devil that night?

simplydalektable:

waitfortheawesomeness:

I’m not going to kill you, Mr. Holmes.

I saw this post before re-watching the whole series, so that when the cab driver said that line… I actually got chills. 

(Source: nevercouldgetthehangofthursdays)

I’ll fill the graveyards until I have you

(Source: oneshadethemore)

afrogeekgoddess:

Sherlock still feels it now, thousands of miles and hundreds of days After: John’s warm, steady fingers against his wrist, searching for a phantom pulse; the way his fingers dug into his flesh as they were pried away; the thud and scrape of his knuckles against the pavement.

For days After, his knuckles carried long, dragging slashes of red. When they scabbed over, he picked the dried blood from the wounds, letting them open and bleed again, until the color was etched into his pale flesh.

On the nights when he runs himself down to his bones, when he is covered in the filth and blood of the hunt, when he fears he has killed so much his heart has frozen solid, he presses his fingers to his tender wrist, finding the sweet pulse, beating out a single word: John. John. John. John.

(Source: tavalouris)

(Source: 221bgifs)

beauvoire:

BBC Sherlock Posters — Season 2
{All the separate posters here}