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#reblog because

#this is my new aesthetics

#martin errr... bilbo in a dressing gown

#i said what i said

Bilbo Baggins housecoat 4k

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Historians will say they were roommates.

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Look at him...it's tragic 💔

#this night of the hobbit premiere is still haunting me in my dreams

#first bold bum-pinching knight then forlorn princess

#it's a never ending mystery

Is it just me that feel like benedict at the back is about to cry

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Ball boy...

#nothing to add here

#the hand gesture

#he turns every innocent conversation into NSFW topics

#and it's just perfect

My God, Martin, can you look any hotter? 🥵🥵🥵 Sorry, I didn't listen to a word you just said...

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👆What @dinner--starving is saying!!!👆

#It is EXACTLY what would happen

#or what most likely ACTUALLY happened, let's be honest 😏

Benedict on Sherlock Fanfiction (X)

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First glimpse of Martin on The Jonathan Ross Show. The episode will be on air next Saturday (April 12th).

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This is fricking hilarious and 100 % accurate!

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Benedict visiting Cate Blanchett's play two days ago...

Cate Blanchett presenting at the Olivier Awards today as well as Martin Freeman...

Also Bafta nominating Martin as lead actor for the Responder but not Benedict in Eric, because god forbid these two would be announced in the same category at the same time...

The way they're constantly avoiding each other at public events is outstanding and I'm NOT okay with it!

#their public agents must be geniuses

#they've perfected the art of avoidance

#excuse me while I'm burning in freebatchhell

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spot the difference

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And here is Martin during the very same interview starring equally mesmerized at his co-star, while Ben goes full dictionary about ACD's description of Sherlock's physical appearance in the books.

This is when the cameras were fully capturing Ben first and then zoomed out to catch Martin being completely hypnotized by Ben's little speech (or maybe by something else idk *eyebrow wiggle*).

However... as soon as Martin gets aware of being filmed he immediately goes back into his previous more innocent posture and I'm living for it.

#this has been in my picture folder for a while and finally felt like it was the right occasion to post

#so here you go

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Still can't get over the fact that this is a REAL picture.

Also note Martin's hand on Ben's back (or waist?).

Are they even serious???

I CAN'T!!!

JOHNLOCK.

oh.mumble@flickr

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Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

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#happyjohnlockday

Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

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A fan met Martin yesterday in London around the Westend. Rehearsals, maybe? Lovely pic. 🥰

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This hurts on so many levels.

Especially the second and third one: They're directly looking at each other and Ben's face is like 'get lost'.

And that merely a few moments after he was delightfully bump pinching Martin.

Oh, to solve the miracle of what went wrong that night.

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"You leave them and yourselves wanting more and there's always that itch to scratch but I think it would have to be the superlative version of what we've already achieved. And I would like a script to read, which was not the normal way of doing it, naturally enough. You know, Steven and Mark were trusted entities and I was just only too glad to be fed by their script but I think this has to be a little bit more like, if we're all going to do this together let's have a read."

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"You leave them and yourselves wanting more and there's always that itch to scratch but I think it would have to be the superlative version of what we've already achieved. And I would like a script to read, which was not the normal way of doing it, naturally enough. You know, Steven and Mark were trusted entities and I was just only too glad to be fed by their script but I think this has to be a little bit more like, if we're all going to do this together let's have a read."