#and it is dass in a way

[springinsfeld]

und die leo hölzer portrait study. love when a man is sad and gay. ja ich gebe gerne n bisschen auf was haare angeht so ignore that

[adamsmirk]

Biss zum Morgengrauen Das Ende der Nacht

Kleiner spoilerfreier Trailer, um die Wartezeit zu überbrücken. (Und für den tumblr Algorithmus)

inspired by this scene in twilight

[daughterofhecata]

Liebe es, wenn man 250g von etwas braucht, eine 250g-Packung kauft, und dann knappe 240g hat.

[anauro]

Drugs and surgical scrubs ch28 will come out sometime this week or early next week 💕

[heyitsmemel]

Rambles in tags subject at own risk it’s witching hour for me

[13-wonder-writer]

Bin kein Experte, aber könnte man nicht als befangen gelten, wenn man bereits eine Dienstaufaufsichtsbeschwerde gegen den Hauptverdächtigen in einem Mordfall, in dem man ermittelt, eingereicht hat?

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Unsere queer Besties <3

[heiligermuckefuxk]

on my mind today: die Tätowiermaschine aus DWK 4 die sich angehört hat wie ein neuzeitliches Foltergerät

[jlatybllff]

Pia und Esther sitting/standing close <3

[forustothinkistobealive]

Rate doch mal

[childofthestone]

can SOMEONE at bioware studios teach these voice actors how to pronounce words properly in elvhen

[fallingforfandoms]

Ich schau gerade zum zweiten Mal innerhalb von sechs Stunden "Gold" und ich finde es immer noch eine ausgesprochene ... Frechheit, dass sie ausgerechnet jetzt anfangen, Becker und Frau Keller wieder so viele tolle Szenen zu geben (gerade Frau Keller, die in "Das Verhör" und "Lenas Tante" so schusselig und naiv weggekommen ist). So merkt man mal wieder richtig schön, was man an den beiden hat und wie toll dieses Team funktioniert.

Und dann reißt der SWR das einfach ein.

Weil nach "Gold" eben nur noch "Avatar" mit den beiden kommt.

Und dann isses vorbei.

Ich könnte schreien vor Frust, ey, ufff.

[tatort-sideblog]

Karow’s hands (4/?)

Der gute Weg

[siamkram]

[bravertzposts]

Sie schreiben auch in ihrem Ticker ausdrücklich Linksverteidiger aber ehm was?! Also gleich haben wir alles durch, nächstes Mal dann im Tor

crying

woher nimmt kicker diese info, get julian nagelsmann on the phone rn

[contact-guy]

Part 7, the final comic in my SIGN OF THE FOUR chapter. (Part one), (part two), (part three), (part four), (part five), (part six).

The context for this conversation is: Holmes has had no work from Scotland Yard due to rumors about his and Watson's relationship. He responded to this with excessive cocaine use and then working himself unhealthy on the one case that came along; Mary Morstan's. Meanwhile, Watson befriended Mary, who is also gay, and realized that a lavender marriage with her could make him and Holmes safe, as well as granting her more freedom. Watson has not yet told Holmes of his decision.

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series!)

canon scene under the cut, which is achingly poignant in its own right:

“Well, and there is the end of our little drama,” I remarked, after we had set some time smoking in silence. “I fear that it may be the last investigation in which I shall have the chance of studying your methods. Miss Morstan has done me the honour to accept me as a husband in prospective.”

He gave a most dismal groan. “I feared as much,” said he. “I really cannot congratulate you.”

I was a little hurt. “Have you any reason to be dissatisfied with my choice?” I asked.

“Not at all. I think she is one of the most charming young ladies I ever met, and might have been most useful in such work as we have been doing. She had a decided genius that way: witness the way in which she preserved that Agra plan from all the other papers of her father. But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgment.”

“I trust,” said I, laughing, “that my judgment may survive the ordeal. But you look weary.”

“Yes, the reaction is already upon me. I shall be as limp as a rag for a week.”

“Strange,” said I, “how terms of what in another man I should call laziness alternate with your fits of splendid energy and vigour.”

“Yes,” he answered, “there are in me the makings of a very fine loafer and also of a pretty spry sort of fellow. I often think of those lines of old Goethe,—

Schade dass die Natur nur einen Mensch aus Dir schuf, Denn zum würdigen Mann war und zum Schelmen der Stoff.

“By the way, à propos of this Norwood business, you see that they had, as I surmised, a confederate in the house, who could be none other than Lal Rao, the butler: so Jones actually has the undivided honour of having caught one fish in his great haul.”

“The division seems rather unfair,” I remarked. “You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?”

“For me,” said Sherlock Holmes, “there still remains the cocaine-bottle.” And he stretched his long white hand up for it.