If you ever thought that Martin Freeman WASN’T the best person alive, watch this video.
I may have fallen in love with yet another actor.
Holy shit this is great.
THIS IS FANTASTIC
Martin Freeman is the best man alive omfg.
#no no no i lost my shit at this bit #this is the moment john realizes there is nothing he can do #he can’t save sherlock #it’s too late #he’s said all he could #no more adventures #no more stolen laughter or midnight teas #the pain in too much for him #he has to go back to his old ways of coping #the ones he lost when sherlock was there to look out for him #he puts on a mask to hide his pain and to appear strong
just thought i’d say that that right turn is a military style drill move. It’s the turn you make when leaving the presence of an authority figure. Someone who you give your respect to, and will follow any command with question.
Every time I watch TRF, I am fine. I am okay. I can deal with the phone conversation. I can almost even deal with “One more miracle”. But THIS. The mask falling back into place. Breaks. My. Heart. Every. Time.
I just can’t. Martin Freeman wins all the awards ever.
I was pretty excited to order Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy on Amazon.
But then I found out there’s a movie for it.
WITH MARTIN MOTHERFUCKING FREEMAN.
NOW I’M SUPER FUCKING EXCITED.
You didn’t know that? :O
WATCH IT NOW. IT’S AMAZING.
Wait, MARTIN FREEMAN WAS IN IT?
SHIT. I DON’T REMEMBER THAT.
I watched it so long ago… Let’s watch it together! :D
Never fails to make me laugh :)
his face, oh my god.
I’ve never seen anyone look more like an angry ostrich.
Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only consulting ostrich.
Please excuse me while I print this out, put it in a nice frame and hang it on my wall.
“But it’s the solar system!”
Sherlock flapped his wings in frustration. “Oh, hell- what does that matter? So we go around the sun, if we went around the moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear – it wouldn’t make any difference! All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots.” He shook his head. His neck, John noted, looked a bit like a vacuum cleaner hose whenever he did that. Sherlock glared at him and continued. “Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world.”
And with that, he turned away from John and strode over to a tastefully decorated bowl of sand next to the couch. He made sure to throw John one more angry look before demonstratively putting his head in the sand.
John frowned and got up. Sherlock immediately retracted his head from the bowl, sending bits of sand and some stray feathers flying through the room. He raised his feathery eyebrows at his flatmate. “Where are you going?”
“Out,” John answered, batting away a fluttering feather. “I need some fresh air.”
So now I’m writing ostrich!Sherlock fanfiction.
I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW.
I…don’t…what? Yes…but no….
this fandom is my soulmate
GOD I LOVE YOU PEOPLE.
WHAT EVEN WHAT IS AIR?