Sixteen, British, bisexual, nerdfighter, fangirl and proud of it.Once I latch onto something I never really let go – I'm a Whovian and a Potterhead. I love Merlin, Sherlock, Buffy, Primeval, Torchwood, The Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, Cabin Pressure, Jeeves and Wooster and Horrible Histories (yes, really). Classic Doctor Who is one of my favourites, especially the Tom Baker era. Wholockians, I love you. I'm also a closet Bond fan, and I like crime dramas; Silent Witness, Midsomer Murders and Due South especially but shhh. Basically, I'm a sucker for a mystery, no matter how awful it is.
I like to write a lot , some of it fanfiction (my fanfiction.net account is StoneWingedAngel if you’re interested), but I seem to have this special weak spot for fanart. I love it. Probably because I can't draw at all.
Music? Pretty much anything. Seriously. Rap; fine. Alternative rock? Fine. Old 80's songs are fine. 50's jazz is fine. Disco is fine. As John would say, it's aaaalll fine.
“Consulting detective.”
There was a pause as they waited politely for John to introduce himeslf. “I’m his doctor.”
And the crazy man in the top hat only smiled and said:
“Doctor who?”
“Do not follow me under any circumstances.”
They waited for the doctor to leave, then Sherlock turned to John and cocked him a smile.
“After you?”
“Not so much the dark lord after all, eh?”
“I will burn you.”
“Well that killed the mood…”
(via butitsthesolarsystem)
