Every time I watch The Great Game, one thing bothers me: 

detectiveintraining:

There is no way a genius like Sherlock would treat a gun like that. I mean, he’s literally scratching his head with it. He may walk on the wild side, but he’s not an idiot.

I watched this again the other night to prepare myself for Reichenbach Falls, when suddenly it hit me.

Where on earth did Sherlock get a gun from, anyway? Not John, definitely.

And then it hit me:

OH.

MY.

GOD.

HE’S BLUFFING!!!!

jennosaurroar:

i-am-moriartyed:

theadler:

Not sure if Moriarty’s crashing against the door or that’s just how he opens them. 

This is why I love Tumblr. No adorable Moriarty minutia goes unnoticed. 

Moriarty’s having a Jones moment.

cumberqueen:

thebritishteapot:

codelesbian:

The Hat | The Hounds of Baskerville | Sherlock

Ba-dum-tsch

gallifreyantimelady:

all-four-cheekbones:

starrison:

ignoratio-elenchi:

let-me-go-to-my-mind-palace:

You’re in a series by Steven Moffat. No, it’s not.

YOU’RE IN A SERIES BY STEVEN MOFFAT.

Notice he didn’t actually say “no.”

He’s nodding his head

sherlockimals:

mybelovedcheshire:

After being publicly disgraced for working alongside the falsely accused Sherlock, Lestrade is ousted from the Yard and his wife leaves him for good. A year later, John runs into Lestrade and finds the man has lost complete control of his life. And has also apparently started his own little war against the concept of shoes.

This is fucking flawless.

I’LL DRINK WITH YOU, GREG.