Moriarty: The Master, huh? What exactly are you “master” of? Bleached hair? Stupidity? Certainly not of style. Nice…pajamas.
The Master: Nice suit.
Moriarty: Westwood.
The Master: Oh, I’m sure it’ll look great in your coffin.
Moriarty: Nah. I’ll die someday. But eeny, meeny, miny, moe…oh! Looks like today’s your turn. Time’s up, Time Lor -
The Master: Shhhh. Shut it, you naive, human toddler. I’m hearing it, all my life I’ve been hearing it. But now, right this instant, it’s getting louder, the sound of -
*The Bee Gees’ Stayin’ Alive rings out from Moriarty’s pocket*
(Source: flapperorslapper)
demented, war, neurotic
Demented, neurotic, frigid.
Ah.
Conceited, awful, bad very bad.
Hm.
Neurotic, bad very bad, I hate you
(Source: cesia)
OOC
As much as I don’t want to, I’d better be getting some sleep, since it’s almost 3:30am.
Excuse me whilest I sit here, feeling like a badass, because people enjoy my Jim.
That’s because you’re a bloody amazing Jim <3
Go for it everyone. Feel the love.
SOME DETECTIVE INSPECTORS MARRY THE GOVERNMENT AND HIS PA. GET OVER IT.
^^^^^^ Accurate.
Some Consulting Detectives Marry Consulting Criminals. Get over it.
h8 and be turned into shoes.
nrrrrr I want the third one.
I have the first one on a shirt, but I LOVE THEM ALL
Haha oh man I need the Sebastian and Jim one
(Source: captain-rachel, via miss-wolverine)
