Marshall is just a simple man, caught in a web of fashion he doesn’t understand…
Oh my god. It looks as though she whispered some sort of horrific Lovecraftian secret of the universe to him, and his soul simply gave up right then and there, leaving him an empty husk.
He’s wondering if he’s still on drugs.
“I don’t care how you faked it. I want to know why.”
—John to Sherlock (via curlock)
that’s it. that’s the movie.
doesnt sherlock makes u want to jump off a cliff
“Do not talk to me about the dragon’s fire, I know its wrath and the sufferings it causes. I warned your grandfather about what his greed would bring. He did not listen to me. You’re the same. Stay and rot in here if it pleases you. A 100 years is a blink of an eye for an elf”
— Thranduil. (via greenwood-the-great)