sarah-the-artistes-artblog:

I think everybody was a bit surprised (and totally pleased!)

Congrats to team Sherlock for their Emmy wins!

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enerjax:

Congrats on the 7 emmy wins, Team Sherlock! :)))

enerjax:

Congrats on the 7 emmy wins, Team Sherlock! :)))

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If Benedict and Martin were at the Emmys

hailhydrra:

Benedict accepting the award: Its such an honour to be here receiving this gracious award. i’d like to thank (lists every single member of the cast and crew) and i’d like to thank my parents who were an amazing addition to the show and i’d like to thank martin freeman for being an outstanding co-star and also mark gatiss and steven moffat for their stunning writing. im very humbled thank you so much to the academy.

Martin accepting the award: fucking right

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english-mockers:

Rex Harrison, Audrey Hepburn wore a white beaded gown designed by Cecil Beaton, on the set of “My Fair Lady” directed by George Cukor, 1964

english-mockers:

Rex Harrison, Audrey Hepburn wore a white beaded gown designed by Cecil Beaton, on the set of “My Fair Lady” directed by George Cukor, 1964

rareaudreyhepburn:

Cecil Beaton’s brutally honest opinions of the stars he photographed revealed

On Audrey Hepburn:

“Her stance is a combination of an ultra-fashion plate and a ballet dancer. Her features show character rather than prettiness.”

“Her voice is peculiarly personal, with its unaccustomed rhythm and sing-song cadence that develops into a flat drawl that ends in a childlike query. It has a quality of heartbreak.”

“Intelligent and alert, wistful but enthusiastic, frank yet tactful, assured without conceit and tender without sentimentality.”

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Photographs: Cecil Beaton and Audrey Hepburn together on set of My Fair Lady, 1963. Cecil created Audrey’s costumes for the film and photographed her modeling his designs all throughout the production of My Fair Lady.

granadabrettishholmes:

The Greek Interpreter

"Come in, Sherlock. Come in, Sir."

Coming home, and someone is in your rooms: Dangerous.

Storming in, finding your own brother sitting there: Actually impossible.

Sherlock Holmes’s face: Priceless.

reapersun:

different ideas of romance~
"john i’m trying to be romantic, i thought you would appreciate that"
"you would find painful and debilitating injuries romantic, wouldn’t you"

"i don’t understand the point"
"it’s supposed to be romantic"
"but we’d get to the bedroom much faster if we both walked"
acid-zombie
: can you draw Sherlock with a broken leg and John helping him up the stairs?

reapersun:

different ideas of romance~

"john i’m trying to be romantic, i thought you would appreciate that"

"you would find painful and debilitating injuries romantic, wouldn’t you"

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"i don’t understand the point"

"it’s supposed to be romantic"

"but we’d get to the bedroom much faster if we both walked"

acid-zombie
: can you draw Sherlock with a broken leg and John helping him up the stairs?

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bakerstreetbabes:

deliricia:

DELETED SCENES, INTERVIEW WITH SHERLOCK : A JEREMY BRETT BOOK By LINDA PRITCHARD

Adventures in bee keeping.

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silentauroriamthereal:

amygloriouspond:

Legit Johnlock Scenes

Interesting night out.

This goes soooo perfectly with my fics In Plain Sight and even more so its sequel, Inappropriate! Thanks for pointing it out, ardentlittlefire!

100soft:

Dancing Baby Groot! 100% Soft

100soft:

Dancing Baby Groot! 100% Soft


Wake Your Watsons Up 16/30: Mid-case Brainstorming
doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • ficlet by ColebaltBlue
also on AO3
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When Sherlock Holmes found his mind occupied by one of his little “brain puzzles” as he referred to them (I thought of them as “armchair cases” since he rarely left his armchair to solve them) there was often room for little else - sleeping, eating, etc.
Early in our association I would attempt to engage and respond to him, but I soon realized that he did not actually need me to respond, but rather would just as soon address his comments to his bedpost. Which suited me just fine - I was happy to serve as his bedpost.
I had eaten my dinner, read the evening paper, responded to my correspondence, and spent some time organizing our case notes all while he muttered, sulked, scratched at his violin, tossed papers about, and otherwise thought aloud with his whole body. The answer was absurdly simple.
Although Holmes was certainly the Great Deductionist - he also could be remarkably dense at times when it came to the simplest affairs.  Especially those involving jilted lovers, jealous brothers, or thieving maids. He shook me awake last night after sitting beside me for hours, rambling all the while, still fully dressed, as I slumbered the night away and finally said, “it’s the footman.”
I simply responded, “no, it was the maid,” and promptly fell back asleep.

Wake Your Watsons Up 16/30: Mid-case Brainstorming

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • ficlet by ColebaltBlue

also on AO3

—-

When Sherlock Holmes found his mind occupied by one of his little “brain puzzles” as he referred to them (I thought of them as “armchair cases” since he rarely left his armchair to solve them) there was often room for little else - sleeping, eating, etc.

Early in our association I would attempt to engage and respond to him, but I soon realized that he did not actually need me to respond, but rather would just as soon address his comments to his bedpost. Which suited me just fine - I was happy to serve as his bedpost.

I had eaten my dinner, read the evening paper, responded to my correspondence, and spent some time organizing our case notes all while he muttered, sulked, scratched at his violin, tossed papers about, and otherwise thought aloud with his whole body. The answer was absurdly simple.

Although Holmes was certainly the Great Deductionist - he also could be remarkably dense at times when it came to the simplest affairs.  Especially those involving jilted lovers, jealous brothers, or thieving maids. He shook me awake last night after sitting beside me for hours, rambling all the while, still fully dressed, as I slumbered the night away and finally said, “it’s the footman.”

I simply responded, “no, it was the maid,” and promptly fell back asleep.