(Source: sherlockkov, via avengeraj)



Just as a general note for everyone messaging me about the #believeinsherlock street art. 

1)I love it! Where in the city is it?:
Thank you! your words of love are appreciated. But one of the things I love about street art is looking for it and having it found. So no, I will not tell you more than “it’s in Brisbane city”

2) can I post these photos on a Facebook group/non tumblr sight?:
NO! Please don’t. If you find the art feel free to take your own photographs.

3) vandalism is bad. You are bad and make us all look bad. Bad bad bad bad bad.:

Firstly, I see it as art. It is never done on private property, and is in no way reflective of the fandom in a whole. To say that because one fan expresses themselves with paint and stencils all fans are tasteless criminals that do things just to make life hard for hardworking people, is a bit of a hasty generalization to say the least.

4) Where in London is this?:
IT IS IN BRISBANE AUSTRALIA!



Some #believeinsherlock street art I ‘found’ while innocently walking around Brisbane city tonight with Heather.



invderlava: The bag slips from his hand and crashes to the ground, but John barely hears it over the roaring in his ears, so very taken by surprise at the sight he’d almost completely passed by and stares at now, vision tunneling. It is, after all, just another scene of vandalism, something that someone is going to have to clean up eventually. Graffiti is not uncommon in the city, after all, and he sees it frequently. It’s always just another part of the background, something to go unnoticed. But this time it is different. For a brief moment, as he takes in the message, the meaning of the words, the pain stops. The ache in his leg is soothed, the agony in his chest eases, and for the first time in months he feels like he can actually breathe again. In that moment, he’s alive once more, running the alleys with his best friend and chasing after fleeing criminals, happier than he could ever imagine himself to be. But the moment passes far too quickly, and soon enough his pains return and reality reasserts itself. He leans down and grabs his bag with his trembling left hand, his right fisted tightly around the handle of his cane. He limps away quickly, feeling more tired now than he ever had before. #BELIEVEINSHERLOCK [x]

invderlava:

The bag slips from his hand and crashes to the ground, but John barely hears it over the roaring in his ears, so very taken by surprise at the sight he’d almost completely passed by and stares at now, vision tunneling. It is, after all, just another scene of vandalism, something that someone is going to have to clean up eventually. Graffiti is not uncommon in the city, after all, and he sees it frequently. It’s always just another part of the background, something to go unnoticed.

But this time it is different.

For a brief moment, as he takes in the message, the meaning of the words, the pain stops.

The ache in his leg is soothed, the agony in his chest eases, and for the first time in months he feels like he can actually breathe again.

In that moment, he’s alive once more, running the alleys with his best friend and chasing after fleeing criminals, happier than he could ever imagine himself to be.

But the moment passes far too quickly, and soon enough his pains return and reality reasserts itself. He leans down and grabs his bag with his trembling left hand, his right fisted tightly around the handle of his cane. He limps away quickly, feeling more tired now than he ever had before.

#BELIEVEINSHERLOCK

[x]

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More stencils.



(Source: chucknobletjunior, via acatnamedmatisse)



A stencil base for the #believeinsherlock campaign.

A stencil base for the #believeinsherlock campaign.



(Source: thatjessjohnson, via thebattricycle)