BBC Sherlock is the best adaption of Sherlock Holmes because it succeeded in making me despise the character of Sherlock Holmes for the rest of my life (and eternity) and made me never want to touch the stories ever again and that’s what Arthur Conan Doyle would have truly wanted.

I stg at this very moment Arthur Conan Doyle’s ghost is probably floating in front of Steven Moffat’s bed violently sobbing in gratitude and mumbling things like ‘you did it. You finally did it. They all hate Sherlock Holmes. Thank you’

really wanna live in a peaceful seaside ghibli town with ambiguous european architecture and bakeries and maybe a field right outside of town where i can have picnics with the love of my life tbh

“Hi Dril - can’t we be civil about this?” has about 40 times the emotional impact as cutting to black with a gunshot sound