Back to watching Torchwood where ever I left off. I just want there to be more Sherlock, though. D:<

Molly knows something. She knows how Sherlock did whatever he did. Maybe she even helped him fake his death. There’s something.

But he did it to save them. To save the ones he loved. But Moriarty didn’t know about Molly.

Seeing John break down like this is killing me. Because all along, he has always believed in Sherlock. He knows Sherlock better than almost anyone.

I am trying to figure out how he did it. How he faked his death. I knew it was going to happen. And all I know is that it was Molly. She was HIS key.

Watching season 2 episode 3 of sherlock. moriarty is a fucking genius. a fucked up genius but a genius none the less.

PETER YOU SON OF A BITCH. i think you’re helping. but who fucking knows.

your facial hair still bothers me.

I will be liveblogging teen wolf tonight, so be prepared for spammage to the extreme. :3

Onto the second season of Sherlock. Can’t wait for the pain and feels.

watching my (very straight) sister flirt with a girl I used to like fucking blows.

So I’m reading this fic about Stiles working at a used bookshop. And Derek happens to be a customer. And the author made him Irish. Straight up. The mental image of Derek with a fucking accent. I just can’t. Seriously, that motherfucker couldn’t get more attractive. And yet somehow, he does. Dafuq man. I quit.

Ooooh. He’s talking to Hannibal’s psychiatrist. Very interesting. There is definitely more to the story between she and Hannibal.

I swear, though, this show will make me insane. How long are they going to be oblivious to Hannibal? They’ll have to keep it up for a while because otherwise the show might falter. The oblivious-ness in and of itself is enough to drive me crazy.

I’m fucking evil. “Who ever killed Nicholas Boyle…” like made me cackle. Because yeah. I’m horrible.