The Asylum That Is My Mind

lillithblack:

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ckeichan:

camunki:

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inspector-radio:

vicivefallen:

Sherlock’s trolley as he is wheeled away.

It’s the Doctor who was taking his pulse. A man puts his hand in the way of his face, but there is a split second when you can see it’s not Sherlock on that trolley. 

Holy. Shit. It isn’t Sherlock.  And there’s no blood on his face too. 

bu-

wh-

THEN WHO WAS PHONE

TUMBLR YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE ME.

Seriously, the CIA needs to hire some of you lot.

who the fuck is this.

MOFFAT!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT. I’M SO CONFUSED!

OH MY GOD AND I DONT EVEN WATCH SHERLOCK DFGHJKL:

This makes sense! Because, as said in the Prestige, John was looking for the secret but he wouldn’t find it. Because he wasn’t really looking. 

(via malicegeres)