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“There is only one case that intrigues me at present… the curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the absentee landlady. I have been studying her comings and goings and they appear most sinister.”

Sherlock Holmes, 2009

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every single frame is such a gift

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You mentioned hanging out with Guy Ritchie in London. Have you had any discussions about a third Sherlock Holmes film? We’re talking about it right now. NOW. I can’t wait.

Do you mean today? We can do some preliminary stuff. If we could shoot it on Skype, we could have it done in a week. I know Guy Ritchie loves me as much as I love him – and he damn well should. When we’re making those Sherlock movies it is off the hook. We’ll attempt to make one this year. It really is a big deal to go and do those movies. I’m tired all the time, but I’m excited about it.

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                           irene adler & sherlock holmes

                               ( cdler )             ( timeditperfectly )

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“ the year was 1891. storm clouds were brewing over europe. france and germany were at each other's throats, the result of a series of bombings. some said it was the nationalists. others, the anarchists. but as usual, my friend, SHERLOCK HOLMES, had a different theory entirely. ” 

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[6:11:14 PM] rescue.: I feel like that’s our fandom motto [6:11:26 PM] rescue.: the Ritchie holmes fandom: small and thirsty

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unimpressed as ever (x)

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“We strolled about together” - The Resident Patient (requested by @myhistorywithtardis)

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i still haven’t seen the sherlock christmas special fml

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emerges from the shadows to announce that today is sherlock’s birthday <33

happy bday, ya lil shit

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his gaze follows her tongue as she wets her lips, before it flicks back to her face.

‘ you don’t trust me ? ’

moriarty’s threat echoes in her head; she refuses to have blood on her hands. steeling herself, she wets her lips, the only glimpse of uncertainty she will allow.

‘ i can’t. please don’t ask me again. ‘

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he exhales, inching closer, until their breaths are mingling. his voice turns deeper, raspier, as his hands move to gently grasp her wrists.

“ why won’t you tell me, irene? why won’t you tell me who the professor in the carriage was, hm? ”

she’s not afraid of him. she knows he would never let any harm come upon her. but their mind games have always been delightfully twisted, and this is no exception.

‘ go ahead, then. prove me WRONG. ‘

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he suppresses a smirk, now standing in front of her, dangerously close.

‘ do you now ?? ’

she lifts her chin in defiance, willing the blush to recede from her skin. ‘ i’ve got my suspicions. ‘

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‘ that may be true, but you can’t possibly know the method i have in mind. ’ he says, stepping closer to her.

‘ we both know that you’re too upstanding to do something like that. ‘

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 ‘ if you won’t give me answers, then i suppose i’ll have to ... rely on other methods. ’

‘ i’m not in over my head. i know exactly what i’m doing, same as always. it’s you who doesn’t know what you’re getting into, sherlock. and that’s all you’re going to get from ME in the way of answers. ‘

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“ i am not here for a social visit, if that’s what you’re thinking. it’s more of a — you’re in over your head irene visit. ” 

holmes observes her with a moment, dark eyes studying her form. a small smirk spreads his lips as he takes notice of her rising chest and flushed complexion. which is, no doubt, no different than his own.

“ i am here for answers, that you must know already. ”

‘ you’re giving me no reason to, ‘ she snaps, voice icy, eyes darting over his form as he pulls away. ‘ you have yet to tell me why you’re actually here. whatever your intentions are, sherlock holmes, the least you could offer would be an excuse that is somewhat BELIEVABLE. ‘

her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising with her rapid breathing from their brief altercation. she regards him suspiciously, but with interest.