a-high-functioning-hufflepuff:
(via imgTumble)Summary: At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. Flowers for Algernon fusion.
Holy christ on the edge of my seat.
I just read the entire thing and I think it broke something inside me. ;-;
I really don’t have enough words to describe how much I love this fic. Just— just read it. And then drop by Jenny’s and tell her how freaking amazing she is.
I’ve had this on my “to-read” list for a while, and I felt like some angst today, so…
This is lovely. It’s beautiful and I’ve always loved Flowers for Algernon and this fic is an excellent homage. It hurts, but in a wonderful way. It’s just… wow. I’d say, if I had to describe this fic with one phrase, I’d call it “emotionally exhausting”. But in a good way.
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Oh god, this has made my day.

Sherlock season2 trailer in Korea (by acata05290921)
That’s a very sexually charged trailer…
OH MY GOD! THEY’VE DONE IT AGAIN! AND THE AWARD GOES TO SOUTH KOREA
I LOVE SOUTH KOREA
“The woman..” *camera cuts to John*
I pissed myself.
Crying.
This is the story of how I died.
Oh god, I almost thought this was a fanvid. But no, it’s better…
It’s the South Korean trailer

oh my god
FUCK. YES.
Oh my god.

Some reaction gifs to fulfil a few more requests. A wider range of characters this time, which is always nice!
Feel free to do with them whatever you like.
THE LAST ONE THOUGH!
I love all of these! (Especially the first Irene one XD)
If anyone out there still cares, I’m not actually gay
Well I am
Look at us both
For me, this entire season has always been about love.
The myriad ways in which two people can love one another.
The myriad people a person can love.
The ways in which love plays with one’s mind, heart, and soul.
The lengths to which someone would go to protect that love.
The fear one has of losing love entirely.
The fear of hurting the people one loves, intentionally or unintentionally.
The way that love transcends all boundaries known to existence.
The realization a person would never truly willing separate oneself from one’s love unless under dire circumstances.
The knowledge that a person would do something once unthinkable to protect that love.
That love awakens a person’s soul.
That love heals.
That love transforms.
That love can make a person fly and run and light up like the sun.
That love makes a person better and stronger and healthier and utterly whole.
That love hurts.
That love heals in the middle of the breaking.
That the things one loves can never truly be lost.
That love is beautiful and terrifying and vicious and precious and sacred and worth dying for and worth living for.
No matter whether we’ve seen it through the lens of love or fear or death, it’s always been about love.