Because people have requested a photoset, here’s all of last year’s Dictator Valentines*.
*Several not actually dictators.
This year, I’m rolling out some new Portrait Valentines, so check them out if you like these! (7 more are on their way tomorrow.)
The Sherlock fandom is starting to cave in on itself now. But since we have lasted this long, we can’t do this so close to series 2! Pull yourselves together. 2012 is closer than it feels and we can make this. Everyone sit down and shut the fuck up. Not one single Sherlockian is better than another. We are all the same. Waiting. Let’s try to not be like the other fandoms and just carry on in our jam-filled drama-free delirium until Godtiss blesses us with series 2.
Martin Freeman behind the scenes and as Bilbo in a new Hobbit vlog!! :D
I’m dying here. I’m quite simply dying. It’s just perfect.
How are you so cute?
This made me laugh so freaking loud.
This has no right to be so funny.
Oh god I laughed far too hard
HOW IS THIS SO FUNNY THOUGH.
This is by far one of the funniest things i’ve seen :D
Well, I’ve been a whovian for a while now, but still!
He knew who it was. He knew what he wanted.
The Doctor opened the door of the black car and stepped out, brown jacket flowing around the backs of his knees. He stared unabashedly at the man.
“Ah, Doctor. We meet at last.”
The Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped forwards, footsteps echoing around the vast emptiness.
“You know why you’re here.” Mycroft’s expression was playful and teasing, but his dark eyes were laced with frustration. He flipped around his umbrella and stared at its tip. “I’m sure you’ll co-operate. You’re not in a position to deny me the information I need.”
The Doctor tilted his chin upwards in defiance and said nothing.
His mobile vibrated in his pocket. He didn’t need to be discreet - Mycroft already knew what he was hiding. He flipped it open and read the text.
Don’t tell him
SH
The Doctor snapped it shut and looked around the spacious, grim warehouse, as though looking for the words he needed to find. He could see the Cybermen stationed at the exits, the Sontarans poised with their stupid little guns and the snipers crouching behind crates, thinking they were hidden.
He shrugged one shoulder, stuck out his bottom lip, wrinkled his nose and shook his head all in one movement.
“Well…”
I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW I LOVE THESE WHOLOCK FICS
I want to see how many of you are out there.
CAN YOU FEEL THE GROOVE?
