What's superliminal?

Rupert Graves. Mark Gatiss. Mystrade. Sherlock. Doctor Who. Tom Hiddleston. James McAvoy. Michael Fassbender. Cats. I like slash, and have been reading dirty fanfic since I was 14. Shit, that's half my life. 30 year old fangirl who does what she wants. Also known as BananAg. I have no regrets.


Ask me anything  
Reblogged from life-at-taco-bell

life-at-taco-bell:

You would think that teenagers would be the rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people. 

(via dovahqueeen)

Reblogged from killer-cat

(Source: killer-cat, via mriloveyourhat)

Reblogged from n1a1u

n1a1u:

His fingers! and touches so tender, so careful.

Reblogged from itsnygaard

fuckmelestrade said: Can we talk about the attractiveness of Rupert Graves for a moment?

itsnygaard:

I just

image

I’m calling the police. 

Reblogged from toastyhat

crazyforcatscomicsandchubbygirls:

thefoulmouthtroll:

toastyhat:

Song: Highwayman

Artist: Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, and Kris Kristofferson (The Highwaymen)

Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie

image

imageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimageimage

So many feels

The mash up I never knew I needed

Reblogged from kittiezandtittiez
Reblogged from gatissmark
Reblogged from early-sunsets

[x]

(Source: early-sunsets, via mrpuddingston)

Reblogged from communionnimrod

365 Days of Mystrade: Day 202 - Stargazing

communionnimrod:

ao3
ff.net

Greg had spent a lot of his life looking up at the night sky.  He never purposefully stargazed, nor did he study the constellations and planets past the basics that were required in school.  He couldn’t recognize the shapes by name, or point them out at random.  He knew the phases of the moon, but at certain points, he couldn’t as easily distinguish them.  However, he gazed up anyway. 

There was a peace to the night sky.  He let it cover him like a large, black blanket, and it allowed him to stop thinking about whatever insanity had been going on in his life.  Even for a few moments, there was nothing except stars.  For a few moments, he wouldn’t have a care in the world and everything was okay. 

Now, stargazing had a completely different meaning to him.  Most things in his life had a different meaning now.  This was a good thing.  It was… just brilliant.  But now, he was not alone as he stared up at the sky.  Now, he was not the only one who would lie out on the cool grass (much to his initial surprise) and gaze.  Sometimes there was complete silence between them.  Sometimes, Greg wouldn’t say a word while Mycroft talked about astronomy.  It was all so brilliant. 

Read More

Reblogged from n1a1u

n1a1u:

Sweet wet and very sexy sir Arthur )))