
4 June 2012 ♥ 3691that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:
Does this photo not scream “All hail the Cumberlord!”
Our Cumberlord Who art in England,
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy Fandom come,
Thy will be done on earth as it is in Tumblr;
Give us this day our daily feels;
And Forgive us our fanfiction,
As we forgive those who call you ugly.
And lead us always into temptation
And deliver us from haters. Amen.
You are my hero.
Hail Martin, winner of BAFTA. The Cumberlord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst hedgehogs,
and blessed is the woman of thy heart, Amanda.
Holy Martin, friend of Cumberlord,
pray for us fangirls,
now and at the hour of Series Three. Amen.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!!!
Amen!
#The first religion I can really get on board with
Legit crying I’m laughing so hard. I will reblog this every night before I go to bed as my prayers.
*bows* Aaaaaaaaaaaaamen! *makes a cross in the air*

4 June 2012 ♥ 19790We are the British, you have been warned.
BRITAIN
this is why we win
obviously that was mycroft
FOUR FOR YOU, MYCROFT HOLMES, YOU GO MYCROFT HOLMES.
Annnnd. None for Sherlock Holmes. BYE :D
Goddamnit now I want cupcakes.

4 June 2012 ♥ 1678The horrible moment when you realize that Sherlock’s eyes were open the entire time John was kneeling there. And with the angle his head was in, he could actually see John, not only hear him. He had to have been conscious to keep his eyes open, so he would have seen John fall apart. Oh god, this is cruel.
I honestly feel worse for Sherlock than I do for John. At least John has the sense of closure that comes from thinking Sherlock’s dead, he has the supportive network, has a chance to move on with his life. Sherlock’s lost everything with that fall, and he gets to live with the knowlege of the pain he’s causing.
4 June 2012 ♥ 9867omg
i caN’T BREATHE
NO OKAY I JUST REWATCHED THOR THE OTHER DAY AND WAS LIKE ‘WAIT. WAIT. AT THIS POINT LOKI HAS ALREADY GIVEN BIRTH AND GIVEN HIS SON TO HIS DAD TO RIDE AROUND NO OKAY EVERYTHING HE DOES FROM THIS POINT ON IS EXCUSED’
but i also had to wonder how he lost the baby weight.
“Dad, I asked you to BABYSIT HIM FOR A DAY. WHAT PART OF ‘BABYSIT’ TRANSLATES TO ‘RIDE HIM INTO A POTENTIAL BATTLE’? YOU ARE NOT THE WORLD’S BEST GRANDPA. I’M TAKING THAT COFFEE MUG AWAY FROM YOU.”
He pole-danced his way back to fitness.








