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accio-blue-box: Benedict Cumberbatch,...

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Guess who has a raging fever!

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Just watched "Sea Wall"

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benedicking: i’ve got 99 problems and andrew scott’s face is all of them

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Moffat: The vital clue is something that Sherlock did that was VERY out of character.
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Me: He threw himself off a building.

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My summary of Reichenbach...

Therapist: Why today?
John: You know why I’m here.
Therapist: No, I don’t read the newspaper, nor do I watch TV. I have no concept of what goes on in the outside world.
John: My best friend is dead.
Therapist: OH SHIT LOL, sorry.
 -later-
Sherlock: I just solved everything, give me stuff.
People: Here’s a box.
Sherlock: I fucking hate boxes.
Lestrade: Here’s a hat.
Sherlock: I fucking hate hats.
Sally and Anderson: LOL
Sherlock: I will kill everybody in this room.
 -later-
John: I’m almost 100% positive that this newspaper is calling me gay.
Sherlock: I don’t understand how hats like this work. I’ve narrowed it down to either two things the hat could possibly be used for; an ear hat or a death Frisbee.
 -meanwhile-
Moriarty: I fucking love this London cap. I fucking love this music. I fucking love these jewels. Oh and I just fucked over the majority of England using two apps on my phone, nbd.
 -later-
Kitty: I’m just chillin’ here in the men’s toilets, Sherlock, sign my boobs.
Sherlock: The fuck are boobs.
 -later-
Jury: We find the defendant not guilty, even though he has no evidence or witnesses to support his plea.
Judge: lolwhut.
 -later-
John: Sherlock, be careful, Moriarty is going to come over and-
Sherlock: OH MY GOD JOHN, SHUT UP, I’M TRYING TO HAVE TEA WITH THE MAN THAT TRIED TO KILL BOTH OF US.
Moriarty: I have access to everything in the world. I need to solve the final problem. The fall will begin soon. I.O.U. None of this is ever going to be important to the plot, though.
 -later-
John: Excuse me, I’m looking for Mycroft Holmes.
Old guy: HOLY SHITBERRIES YOU CAN’T SPEAK IN HERE. IMMA USE MY CANE TO RING THIS BELL.
Random guys: We’re here to kidnap you.
John: K.
 -later-
Mycroft: There are all these foreign assassins that live near you now, so, you know, beware of that.
John: Can’t you just tell Sherlock this yourself?
Mycroft: Bitch please, of course not.  –FORESHADOWING GUILT-
 -later-
Lestrade: Come solve murders.
Sherlock: Okay.
 -later-
Sherlock: I’m a genius, ultra-violet light all up in here. Today is awesome.
John: Sherlock, ffs, children have been kidnapped, please tone down the happiness.
 -later-
Sherlock: Molly, you’re coming to help me and John. You won’t ever have a love life so me crashing your date won’t matter.
Molly: Okay.
 -later-
Sherlock: My homeless network > the English police force. Hurry up I just solved shit, let’s go save children.
 -later-
Sherlock: Hello.
Girl: GSNRUOHOIEASNGISRGIPOASNNHORHGNTRUSRGOURENGUOEANGAGMNRS
 -later-
Moriarty: IMMA TELL Y’ALL THE TALE OF SIR BOASTALOT. 
Sherlock: The fuck is this, I don’t give a shit about children’s stories.
Moriarty: blah blah blah FINAL PROBLEM.
Sherlock: This will never be useful to me. But seriously, cab driver, what the shit was that-
Moriarty: LOL NO CHARGE
Sherlock: FUCK.
 -later-
Sherlock: GUISE…GUISE…THERE ARE CAMERA’S EVERYWHERE.
John: What.
Lestrade: Sherlock, I have reason to believe that you are Sir Boastalot.
Sherlock: Moriarty is fucking with your head. This is a game. I DON’T LIKE GAMES. NEED I REMIND ALL OF YOU WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME WE PLAYED CLUEDO.
 -later-
Lestrade: Sherlock, you’re under arrest.
John: I’M GOING TO PUNCH THIS RANDOM FUCKER IN THE FACE.
Sherlock: Coolies, now we’re both arrested.
 -later-
Sherlock: I GOT A GUN. JOHN’S OFFICIALLY MY BITCH NOW.
John: I’m okay with this.
Sherlock: Kay, I got a great idea, we’re going to jump in front of a bus.
John: What.
 -later-
Moriarty: So, I’m an actor now and Sherlock hired me.
Sherlock and John: What.
 -later-
Sherlock: Molly, I need your help again.
Molly: Okay.
 -later-
Mycroft: Yeah, so I’m the sole reason Sherlock is now in ridiculous amounts of danger, and will be the reason for his death.
John: You’re such a dick, Mycroft.
 -later-
John: MRS HUDSON GOT SHOT, HOLY SHITBALLS.
Sherlock: Okay, you can go, I don't really care so I’m going to stay here.
 -later-
Moriarty: OHMYGOD YOU’RE NORMAL. GO COMMIT SUICIDE TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS.
Sherlock: I am a fucking angel. Here, listen to all my smart talk.
Moriarty: OH YAAAAY YOU’RE ME! LOL but I’m out *KILLS SELF*
Sherlock: Fuck. This ruins everything.
 -later-
John: MRS HUDSON, YOU’RE NOT DEAD.
Mrs Hudson: No, just busy making tea for our next-door neighbour the assassin.
 -later-
Sherlock: John….laterz. *jumps*
 *THE SCENE THAT KILLED THE ENTIRE FANDOM*
 -later-
John: *speaking to Sherlock’s grave*
 *THE OTHER SCENE THAT KILLED THE ENTIRE FANDOM*
Sherlock: LOL JKS IM STILL ALIVE, but you'll have to wait another year to find out what the fuck just happened.
 THE END.