eternalsojourn

lezzerlee:

wendyloulou:

awwwwww

I love this. To me this shows that even casual, Arthur is always put together. And then Eames is what the fuck all over the place. He looks like a different person in nearly all of them.

(Source: issaiahbowie)

personallyvictimizedbyloki:

beautiful moments..

Heh. Touching Chris Hemsworth’s butt.

(Source: tomhiddlestno)

the-visual:

warp69:

mollylikesthis:

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness,
Like resignation to the end, always the end.

#THESE FADING-OUT GIFS ARE THE WORST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME

can I just say that I have a lot of respect for these gifs because jesus fucking christ that must take fucking ages to get it to look right with the fading out major props gif maker

#MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY #major props

ivyblossom:

The realisation almost interrupts the music (Adagio non troppo). Almost open my eyes in surprise (but don’t). Relish the thought instead. His gun. His computer. The heavy bag downstairs. A warmth in my stomach that travels up through my chest (through that impossible new organ there) and through my fingers into the music. No more Clapton. No more Mary. John has moved back in.

In a few minutes (three at most), the piece will end and I will open my eyes, turn, watch John sitting there. His eyes (if closed) will open too, will meet mine. He’ll tell me the music was beautiful (it is). He won’t notice the new violin (unlikely he can tell one violin from another). I’ll take off the shoulder rest and put it (lovingly) in its (nondescript) case. He will want to tell me what he’s done; won’t know that I’ve already deduced it. (Or perhaps he will know. Knows me well enough. But he’ll want to tell me anyway. Say the words so there’s no confusion.) I’ve come back. I won’t leave you again. Smile at the thought of hearing it. (Two and a half minutes.) How will I answer? Smile. Can’t think of any words to suit. Maybe I will, in two minutes. If I don’t he will understand.

Next he’ll stand. What’s most likely? Turn toward the kitchen, ask me if I want a cup of tea. Thirsty work, moving out of Clapton. (No beer in the fridge.) He’ll notice the plate of biscuits and tarts on the table. Ask about it. I’ll explain: gift from Mrs Hudson. The mark of her blessing. He’ll make a joke; happy announcements or gossip. We’ll both laugh. He’ll take one of the tarts, and offer me one. I’ll decline.

Or will he instead ignore the kitchen, ignore his thirst and thoughts of tea, and walk toward me? Take my hand? No. Embrace me? Kiss me. Kiss my neck. Tell me he loves me. (I will reciprocate.) He will smile at me. Will he take hold of my fingers (two fingers, lightly, in his palm) and take me to the bedroom? Or ask me if I’m hungry, if I’m eating, if I’m still on a case?

One way or another. Tea, tarts. Declarations. The immediate future. All will follow, in whichever order John chooses. But all will follow (eventually). For now I will play, with John listening (loving both the music and me). Only a minute (or so) left. And then it will begin.

~
The Progress of Sherlock Holmes

It took me a second to parse this, because I’m the least visual person on the planet, but I see what you did there! How awesome! I love how vidding techniques are coming into animated gif sets, that’s a genius innovation in fanwork! Well done, you! <3

(Source: thevesuviusclub)