doctor-john:

r-brook:

Hullo everyone! 

I’m back! And by popular demand, here is Hansel and Gretel, one of my favorite stories from the Grimm Fairytales collection! I hope you all enjoy it!

-Richard.

IT IS DONE. MY MINDBABY. 

Voiced by my amazing friend, Dent, I bring you The Storyteller Project.

SCREAMING, SCREAMING, MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMING. 

SARAH LAWRENCE GOT SHERLOCKED.

HOLY SHIT. MY CAMPUS GOT SHERLOCKED SOMETIME LAST NIGHT/THIS MORNING. 

FUCK. YES. 

Saibi and I are putting up our own posters tonight, but IF YOU FREAKS ARE ON TUMBLR, please, drop me an ask or come down to Hill House, Apt. 2E and SEE US. Because we are MASSIVE SHERLOCKIANS and organizing a meetup this Sunday. 

BYE. 

GET THOSE POSTCARDS OUT THERE: Tell The BBC How You Feel About Sherlock And How You Still Believe In Him.

ashleyls17:

Not sure if anyone has thought of this before, but I’m posting my idea here anyway.

Fellow Sherlockians we need to do a postcard campaign to let the BBC know that we fans of Sherlock Believe in Sherlock Holmes and that Moriarty was Real.

1. Create the most creative, awesome, and brilliant postcard you can based on the I Believe In Sherlock Holmes and Watson’s Warriors campaign. Keep the content clean. No nudity or lewd language. We want to show appreciation.
2. Or find a postcard from your hometown and mark on the front of it the phrases “I Believe in Sherlock Holmes” & or “Moriarty was Real.”
3. Then write what you love about the show, how you feel about Watson and his lose of his friend, How Steve and Mark rock as writers ect. The list goes on and on.
4. Then address it to

• BBC London
  2nd Floor, Egton Wing
  BBC Broadcasting House
  Portland Place
  London
  W1A 1AA
  United Kingdom

This is the only address I could find that made any sense to me to use.

Before you send it off Take a picture of your postcard and post it up here on Tumblr.

I know we have a third season coming up and that is fantastic, but I don’t think it is too outlandish to hope for a fourth. As long as the third one is just as rocking as the last. It is always a good idea, especially with the two main cast members becoming so poplar to bigger productions, to let the Production Company know how much this program is loved by it’s fans. This knowledge of fan devotion can come in handy for them in deciding weather to do more or not. A Postcard blitz can be much more effective then messaging them through their websites because you are sending them a tactile message then something that can be easily deleted. The hoped for effect is to have their mail room full of our messages of devotion and love.

An example that this type of campaign can work is with the American program Supernatural, done by The CW. In order to get another season out of the show many fans sent in letters/postcards telling The CW how much this show meant to them. They received a TON. IT DID WORK! The show got another season and the fans were ecstatic.

Talk to the people at your post office about international postage and all that.

Let’s let the BBC know how we feel and think this show is fantastic.

Reblog to spread the awesomeness. :-)

SIGNAL BOOST. LETS DO THIS, PEOPLE.

moraniarty:

titties:

spatio-temporalhyperlink:

needlesslydefiantwithtea:

dudeufugly:

looooove the “hand-on-the-neck-so-that-John-couldn’t-go-there-to-feel-for-the-pulse” bit! hadn’t occurred to me yet!

*applauds*

w o w

amazing! brilliant! fantastic! but I assumed it was Sherlock to organize the fake call, so that John would have rushed to see Mrs Hudson. Sherlock didn’t want to put John in danger, meeting Moriarty alone. 

fabulous.

This is beautiful and perfect.

I love this fandom so damn much.

(Source: finalproblem)

alpalpal:

totalsherlockianfangirl:

thirtysecondstogallifrey:

My contribution to the #BELIEVEINSHERLOCK project.
Because I will always believe him. 

(via imgTumble)

THE HAT.

thatjessjohnson:

Yup, I’m doin’ it again!

On Offer: A set of all four posters (11”x17” color prints on nice, thick semi-gloss paper) each for two winners. I’ll also sign and date them for the sake of, you know, the personal touch.

• Reblog to enter. Only reblogs will officially count as entries. Two winners will be decided via a random number generator.
• You may enter no more than four times. I neglected to set a cap on entries for my last little giveaway (because why would I—complete unknown—need one?) and some people got a little carried away. 
• You DON’T have to be following me to enter.
• Please make sure you have your askbox open so I can contact you if you win.
• I’ll ship anywhere in the world by USPS.
• Ends Monday, January 30th. I’ll announce the winners on my blog that afternoon.
• Even if you don’t win, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for your interest!

iggymarauder:

Dear John….

It was a cloudy, windy day in London.

John was on his way to the store, in need of groceries, when he saw it.

His heart stopped.

SHERLOCK LIVES.

He approached it cautiously.

It was the same yellow paint, from the Blind Banker. From all of the graffiti he himself had sprayed upon the buildings of London.

And that smiley face…it was the same exact style as the one in the flat (still there; John refused to redo the wallpaper and spackle the bullet holes; Mrs. Hudson didn’t say anything about it).

John had a strange feeling in his gut. No one had ever said that Sherlock still lived. Some had anonymously joined his efforts to vandalize in an attempt to make the world know that Sherlock had been real, that Moriarty had been real.

But always had been, never was.

Heart in his throat, the doctor turned and ran back to Baker Street. He barely paused to fumble the door open.

And there he was, lounging in his armchair, wearing jeans and a black hoodie with a skeleton print on it. It looked so strange on him, and he suddenly looked years younger than he was. The only touch that reminded John of the Sherlock he knew so well was a blue scarf wrapped around his throat.

Sherlock tossed the can of spray paint he held into the air, watching it cartwheel and then catching it. “Thank you, John, for not throwing out any of my stuff. Though, people might talk.”

John wanted to do so many things - scream, cry, punch Sherlock, die from relief - but he settled for stumbling over to Sherlock and falling to his knees before the lanky man. He grasped the hoodie in his hands and leant forward, burying his face in Sherlock’s stomach.

His shoulders began to shake, and then he was suddenly sobbing, clutching at the detective. He needed to know this was real, not some horrible, terrible dream.

Sherlock shifted, sliding off the chair and wrapping his arms around John, can of paint dropping to the floor. The doctor pulled him into a bone crushing hug, sobbing harder when the pressure was returned.

His face buried in Sherlock’s shoulder, his hands digging into his back, John felt that maybe everything was alright. This was real, not a dream.

Sherlock’s voice, quiet and emotional and so unlike him, murmured, “Please…forgive me.”

I MAY DIE. STOP, OH GOD, WHAT.

(Source: areyoutryingtodeduceme)

Reblog this is you are a #believeinsherlock tumblr.

greatwhitebear:

webelieveinsherlockholmes:

I want a head count so I know how many are really out there so maybe we could possibly form a big group or something.

We definitely need some sort of group.