you guys you guys look what shootbadcabbies made me
I asked her for
Lestrade passed out on the couch with baby Sherlock and baby John all cuddled up on his chest
and I got this
look at their JAMMIES I just can’t <333
You know he’s actually pleased you’re here? Secretly pleased.
Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you’d go deeper.
Well, I’ve not been idle, Sherlock.
I-I’m not crying. I’m typing, and this stupid bitch is reading it out.
They won’t work with me.
Raoul de Santos is your killer. Kenny Prince’s houseboy.
Sherlock: Lestrade. We’ve had a break-in at Baker Street. Send your least irritating officers and an ambulance. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, we’re fine. No, it’s the, uh, it’s the burglar. He’s got himself rather badly injured. Oh, a few broken ribs, fractured skull… suspected punctured lung.
John: But that’s– That’s the phone. The pink phone.
Lestrade: What, from the Study in Pink?
Sherlock: Well, obviously it’s not the same phone but it’s supposed to look like- The Study in Pink? You read his blog?
Lestrade: 'Course I read his blog! We all do. D’you really not know that the Earth goes round the Sun?
Sherlock: It isn’t the same phone. This one’s brand new.