The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.
This was the scene that had me reeling. Not the fall or the phone call or any of that. This scene shook me to my bones. It was frightening. Sherlock’s face. My god, there was rage and fear and so. much. shock. It was a kick in the pants, a lung full of glass (Siken, is there really another poet better suited to our fandom?) and I felt myself physically…bristle. John’s out-and-out anger was perfect and terrifying and just that side of hysterical. But Sherlock’s expression was so controlled…and yet…he was shattering into a million pieces.
Reblogging because I do so love a nice reaction.
Oh god, when Sherlock screamed at Moriarty - that was just incredible. He looked absolutely furious and downright dangerous.
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All of this
The acting in this series is amazing. It’s amazing if you watch the unaired pilot and watch the rest of it. It’s just perfect now.
(Source: zombieboyfriend)
Lalalala my own stupid Reichenbach lalalala everyone’s hugging
Psychopathic Checklist
Without Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among Us - has devised a twenty-item checklist identifying the main characteristics of the psychopathic personality.
- Glib and superficial charm - the tendency to be smooth, engaging, charming, slick, and verbally vacile. A psychopath never gets tongue-tied.
- Grandoise self-worth - a grossly inglated view of one’s abilities and self-worth. Psychopaths are arrogant people who believe they are superior human beings.
- Need for stimulation or proneness to boredeom - an excessive need for novel, thrilling, and exciting stimulations; taking chances and doing things that are risky.
- Pathological lying - can be moderate or high.
- Conning and manipulativeness - the use of deceit and deception to con, cheat, or defraud others for personal gain.
- Lack of remorse or guilt - a lack of feelings or concern for the losses, pain, and suffering of victims.
- Shallow effect - emotional poverty or a limited range or depth of feelings.
- Callousness and lack of empathy - a lack of feeling toward people in general; cold, contemptuous, inconsiderate, and tactless.
- Parasitic lifestyle - an intentional, manipulative, selfish, and exploitative financial dependance on others.
- Poor behavioral controls - expressions of irritability, annoyance, impatience, threats, agression, and verbal abuse.
- Promiscuous sexual behavior - a variety of brief, superficial relations, numerous affairs, and an indiscriminate selection of sexual partners.
- Early behavioral problems - a variety of behaviors prior to age thirteen, including lying, theft, cheating, vandalism, bullying, sexual activity, fire-setting, glue-sniffing, alcohol use, and running away from home.
- Lack of realistic long-term-goals - an inability or persistent failure to develop and execute long-term plans and goals.
- Impulsivity - the occurrence of behaviors than are unpremeditated and lack reflection or planning; inability to resist temptation.
- Irresponsibility - repeated failure to fulfill or honor obligations and commitments.
- Failure to accept responsibility for own actions - as reflected in low conscientiouness, an absense of dutifulness, denial of responsibility, and an effort to manipulate others through this denial.
- Many short-term marital relationships - a lack of commitment to a long-term relationship.
- Juvenile relinquency - behavior problems between the ages of thirteen and eighteen.
- Revocation of conditional release - a revocation of probation or other conditional releases due to technical violations.
- Criminal versatility - a diversity of types of criminal offences; taking great pride in getting away with crimes.
Sherlock realized that it was easier for John to keep up with him if they were just handcuffed together at all times. Really, it was a no-brainer.
I regret nothing.
i’m gonna rescue you,
so you can rescue me tooart trade for the handsome cohee! * o * his characters eve and isaac!
i like texture because i don’t have to shade ……….
and also i’ve never really used it before!so everything will have texture for the next month. v//u//v
accidentally keep posting to the wrong blog ughu
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“Oh! ” He started to laugh manically, choking hard on gasps for air as his accomplice dug a strong forearm further into his windpipe.
“Daddy’s missed you too, Sebastian!”
wow i had to get that out of my system. it’s just a quick sketch- mm 10 mins or so. i’ll leave the situation up to interpretation.. heh.. hehehhh..
((Hi! I hope you don’t mind I’ve wrote a little something for your image! I’m afraid I’ve never written Sebastian (or Moriarty) before so I apologize for any inaccuracies! And if this makes no sense. I think I lost a few threads along the way and I apologize for that, too!))
There’s nothing quite like having a hand around someone’s throat.
The feel of muscle against the palm, thick and strong but so easily broken; snapped or twisted or squeezed until lips turn blue and eyes bulge, blood vessels burst and clawing fingers fall slack. The tickle of a man’s adam’s apple as it flutters, unable to swallow; the futile gasps of a body refusing to give in.
This is not quite the same. A forearm is direct and provides more force with less effort, blocking the windpipe and therefore the body from receiving much, if any, oxygen. When given the choice he prefers the most personal touch or none at all.
Moriarty has never given him a choice.
Sebastian does not like to get his hands dirty. Close combat is encompassing; flawed scenarios coalesce and fracture with each exchange of blows. Bones snap and flesh tears. Organs rupture and trauma mounts with each successive action. An advantage one moment fractures into nothing only seconds after. It is inescapable and assaulting to the senses; intoxicating as it is horrifying. Addictive as sin.
Guns are sterile. Distant. Serene. They offer the quiet challenge of planning; measurements and cool necessity, of knowing both present and future, sighting every moment before the target makes a single move. They are a sleekness and power and a precision he has grasped in desperate fists. They are quantifiable and simple and never, ever forget their selves.
There are only so many times one can pull a trigger.
But Moriarty knew them all. With his dark, wide eyes; his cheerful, shit-eating grin.
He knew every last one.
“Oh,” This man breathes, at once dead and now reborn; voice tinny and weak yet sing-song sweet. Black eyes sparkle with adulation as he wets his lips in a sinuous curl of his tongue, “Daddy’s missed you too, Sebastian.”
His fist clenches; forearm pressing harder on the pulse beating steady as drum. Something already torn yawns wider, something deeper renews its howls.
“You’re mad.” He breathes. The beat of his own pulse pounds in his ears. His forearm flexes, instinctively; dark eyelashes flicker, then open comically wide.
Jim’s dark rose lips purse in a mockery of a kiss.
“I know you are, but what am I?”
oh my gods
THIS IS BEYOND FANTASTIC djkhvejthankyousomuch and perfect, ohhh
oh yes
oh hello my secret ship. yes.
