Parachute closed up dive right into your love
Blindfold on the floor uncensored I’m hardcore
Screencapping for Gifs is hilarious.
Andrew, wat is ur face bro.
Number 1 Derping Criminal.
Only one in the world.
“DER JEEM. PLZ CAN U FEEX EET FER ME? THNX.”
D’you know what he calls you?
I wanna love you, but something’s pulling me away from you.
When people hate on Andrew Scott.
#i refuse to accept the fact that there are people who dislike andrew scott #he is like rainbows and cotton candy in human form #and when he’s moriarty he’s like rainbows and cotton candy with glass hidden inside #so you’re still smiling even while your mouth bleeds #that’s just how it is
That tag is disturbingly accurate.
I have proof! Kitty, show him something.
u r really quite a good actor since inside u r doin this:
there’s something eerie about seeing these two scenes put together.
“It was easy to find you, you know… you shouldn’t have gone back to him, Holmes. Now you’re both going to die.”
“And you still call me Anderson. That’s rich. You know, for a genius, you’re actually pretty daft, Holmes. Allow me to re-introduce myself,” he cocked his gun and pressed it to Sherlock’s head, “name’s Colonel Sebastian Moran.”
I mean, lol what hell no
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. You should’ve seen my face.
Is it bad of me to want this?
My face just asploded.
It would be the PERFECT FUCKING DISGUISE, OMG. Hiding in plain sight, close enough to access information, plant evidence, INFLUENCE DONOVAN & LESTRADE…
That… Would be amazing.
- Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
Andrew Scott reads: There where the waves shatter by Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds, to one drop of blue salt, falling. O bright magnolia bursting in the foam, magnetic transient whose death blooms and vanishes - being, nothingness - forever: broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea. You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
help i’ve fallen into andrew scott’s brilliant voice and i can’t get out
No no no Moffat was ill on the day of the auditions and Gatiss ended up auditing everyone alone… which explains the high % of hot males in this show.
“He’s one of the few people I know who can really convince you he’s mad, that he’s psychotic, even though he’s very attractive and looks inoffensive. He’s not a huge, terrifying figure, but there’s something terrible behind those eyes. There’s something dead in him… like something else is inside him.”
I love picturing this audition. Andrew Scott does his thing, leaves, Gatiss and Moffat nod, “Thank you for your time.”
As soon as he’s out the door they FLIP THEIR SHIT.
“Omg omg omg he was sooooooo creepy”
“EEK did you see his EYES it’s like he’s a DEMON CHILD”
“Let’s hire him”
“Yes let’s, but let’s never invite him to parties”
“Oh lord no”
Moriarty-“Youre ordinary,you are on the side of the angels” Sherlock-“I can be on their said,but dont think for one second that I am one of them!”
But for you all you do I’ll carry you now from this bitter place.