bendydicks:

machomachi:

have some cumberbatches

it’s too cute it hurts

by Kevin Wada

meissdes:

sashkash:

I received a request on DevArt inquiring about a possible tutorial on how I draw Gatiss. Hope this helps.

joannaestep:

Some Steve/Tony hugs.  <3

Even Captain America has bad days, right?  Right?  He needs hugs. Lots of hugs.

hackedmotionsensors:

Holmes Brothers by ~Hallpen

Everything Hallpen does is just glorious

reapersun:

i had a dream that i was watching supernatural

but in the dream they put the word “super” in front of everything

“hey superDean, are you ready to fight the superdemon”

“dude it’s superdangerous we gotta be supercareful”

“superright, let’s super do this”

“yeah man this is superhappening”

…

…brainwaves… why would you organize my information in this fashion…

maichan808:

Joseph Gordon-Levitt in drag
I commissioned this piece from the amazing and lovely, Revolution4u.
WHY YES, I TTLY HAVE A THING FOR PRETTY BOYS IN FROCKS, MMMKAY?

starlock:

Festive holiday fanart! No, really.

I imagine fancy Christmas parties at the country estate are extremely uncomfortable when you’ve been dishonorably discharged, your father is a knight, and on top of it all you happen to be best buddies with the criminal mastermind of the century and he’s been sassing you all night oh lord fill in the dialogue yourselves somebody take Moran away from me

maskedfangirl:

John never used to be afraid of heights. He didn’t used to be afraid of much of anything, to be honest. Now, God help him, walking under tall buildings makes his breath get tighter. He dreams about falling all the time - sometimes as himself, sometimes as Sherlock, sometimes watching either from the street. He—or Sherlock—never hits the pavement, but he doesn’t need to hit the pavement to feel it.

Every once in a while, he dreams he’s up on the roof with Sherlock, watching another, more naive version of himself on the street pleading into his mobile. The version of him that knows what comes next walks up behind his friend, locks his arms around him, and holds tight, breathing in the smell of London in that wool coat and letting his weight pull them both down from the ledge. He doesn’t let go. 

His bed feels particularly cold after those dreams.