I lost her.
I lost her.
— No, you guys….I’m calling it. Sherlock is about to tell John everything. We’re going to be freaking out, alert and ready for two years of deciphering and deducting to be proven wrong or right. Finally. Finally, we will know. And then John is going to say this. And that’s going to be the end of it. We’re never going to figure out how he faked his death. Moffat and Gatiss are going to troll us. Televisions are going to be broken. There are going to be casualties. Some people are never going to fully recover. Mrs. Hudson is going to leave London. The world is going to collapse. And not even Peter Capaldi’s forehead can save us. (via vanitywasted)
It has begun
I CAN USE THIS AGAIN YES
the twelfth doctor giving advice about the weeping angels
*regrets something I said 4 years ago*
He’s looking right at me and I’m emotional right now and need a moment
I always find that the best way to dress is somewhere between 'Last of the Time Lords' & 'Wizard trying to be a muggle'
So my outfit today was apparently a big hit
95 percent of self esteem issues are caused by the iphones front camera
I was wondering if I could… ask you a favor.