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‘He [Moriarty] is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order… He sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans. But his agents are numerous and splendidly organised. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a house to be rifled, a man to be removed - the word is passed to the Professor, the matter is organised and carried out. The agent may be caught. In that case money is found for his bail or his defence. But the central power which uses the agent is never caught - never so much as suspected. This was the organization which I deduced, Watson, and which I devoted my whole energy to exposing and breaking up.’

- Sherlock Holmes, “The Final Solution”

Oooh, we love ourselves a good old-fashioned villain.


Jim threatens to burn the heart out of Sherlock, but instead, Sherlock burns the heart out of Jim.

Jim threatens to burn the heart out of Sherlock,
but instead, Sherlock burns the heart out of Jim.

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You guys it is just proof of how bloody brilliant an actor andrew scott was by the fact that he has almost no screen time in sherlock next to martin and benedict, and yet he won a flipping BAFTA over martin, who has almost just as much if not more screen time than benny. 

I mean Martin deserved it just as much in my opinion, I mean fricking Reichenbach that is some stellar acting right there, but I am so in awe of Andrew right now. 

“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”

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(in black and white cause lets be honest I cant do colour)

I didn’t say it but you never were the honest type, you tried to fabricate a bed-time storyAnd now I miss those games we had of Jekyll and Hyde, ever since the day that we parted companyDon’t send a helping hand I need a farrowing ram, to feed the reasons that I miss you so sorelyI didn’t say it but we never saw eye to eye, now I can’t bear it when equally is boringIt was the perfect disease we had, something to argue and scream aboutAnd you will see about contracting back, and locking it somewhere it can’t get ripped outIt was the perfect disease we had, and it hits us like a painful factWe all need someone to drive us mad
-our perfect disease- The Wombats
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I didn’t say it but you never were the honest type, you tried to fabricate a bed-time story
And now I miss those games we had of Jekyll and Hyde, ever since the day that we parted company
Don’t send a helping hand I need a farrowing ram, to feed the reasons that I miss you so sorely
I didn’t say it but we never saw eye to eye, now I can’t bear it when equally is boring

It was the perfect disease we had, something to argue and scream about
And you will see about contracting back, and locking it somewhere it can’t get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had, and it hits us like a painful fact
We all need someone to drive us mad

-our perfect disease- The Wombats

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