Sherlock Headcannon

Sherlock Headcannon: Sherlock can never remember Lestrade’s first name. It’s not because he deleted it, because he does try to remember. It’s because, as we see throughout the series with both Holmes boys, he hates abbreviations. Greg is an abbreviation for Gregory. I would be willing to bet money that if someone had initially introduced Greg as Gregory Lestrade, Sherlock would have remembered his name.

freaksnotgeaks

I don’t think suicidal people get enough credit for not acting on their suicidal thoughts.

aha-itsme:

This post is for all of you who have survived the urge to end your life, either coming out the other side or still fighting to stay alive. 

I noticed how when someone has a physical illness such as cancer, and they come out the other side or even remission, they are able to celebrate surviving. I think all of the survivors of being suicidal should too.

Congratulations, and keep on fighting.

Here’s the deal. I created a tumblr account for three reasons. Reason #1 to fangirl over my fandoms without judgement. Reason #2 this is one of the few real social media sites my mom doesn’t know about, therefore she can’t stalk me and see what weird things I’m looking at- though generally they’re all Benedict related anyway… I digress. And reason #3 I created this account to bitch about my life problems to a seemingly empty void. To write existential poetry. To just post the word fuck in all caps and have other people understand that emotion. I created this account so that when life gets too hard to bear and depression takes over my mind, I have a happy escape for a while, where photos of Benedict and Tom and the lot can distract me from my inner turmoil. Now, the problem I face is this: REAL WORLD PEOPLE HAVE FOUND ME. I created this account to be a second dimension for myself, so my life here with all the holier than thou people can be escaped… BUT THEYVE FOUND ME. One of my last retreats has been breached. Fuck it. I was here first.

Here’s the deal. I created a tumblr account for three reasons. Reason #1 to fangirl over my fandoms without judgement. Reason #2 this is one of the few real social media sites my mom doesn’t know about, therefore she can’t stalk me and see what weird things I’m looking at- though generally they’re all Benedict related anyway… I digress. And reason #3 I created this account to bitch about my life problems to a seemingly empty void. To write existential poetry. To just post the word fuck in all caps and have other people understand that emotion. I created this account so that when life gets too hard to bear and depression takes over my mind, I have a happy escape for a while, where photos of Benedict and Tom and the lot can distract me from my inner turmoil. Now, the problem I face is this: REAL WORLD PEOPLE HAVE FOUND ME. I created this account to be a second dimension for myself, so my life here with all the holier than thou people can be escaped… BUT THEYVE FOUND ME. One of my last retreats has been breached. Fuck it. I was here first.