a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE


A new piece for The Washingon Post about Star Trek and the world of fanfiction. You can read the article here.

A new piece for The Washingon Post about Star Trek and the world of fanfiction. You can read the article here.

But I guess the thing that I want to say about fandom is that it’s the closest thing to religion there is that isn’t actually religion.
- Joss Whedon (x)

notthedroidyouarelookingfor:

converting people to your fandoms and watching them spiral into insanity just like you did

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I like how fandoms are becoming their characters.

Sherlock fandom: As crazy as they are intelligent, they have to face a lot of prejudice against them, but usually don't care. The fans suffer from extreme boredom (due to the ridiculously long hiatuses) and do anything to cure it. Observant (and dedicated) as they are, there is barely a detail in the show that hasn't been found, pointed out and analysed to hell and back yet. Most of the fandom is made up of intellectual elitists who think they are better than anyone else (the Sherlocks) and more easy-going people who know how to turn everything into a witty joke and are a bit pervy, like John "Three Continents" Watson.
Doctor Who fandom: Goes from loving everything and everyone to pure spite and aggression so fast it will make your head spin. But overall, it's a fandom with a big, big heart that shares a lot of dramatic emotions from happiness to grief, always watches out for the little things, embraces what it is taught, is full of curiosity and has a weird sense humour.
Supernatural fandom: Basically one big, dysfunctional family, like the Winchesters. Deeply emotional, similar to the DW fandom, but this one focusses more on grief, disappointment, despair, anger, hatred and fear, often resulting in painful fights when emotion and personal attachment cloud the fans' sense of rational judgement and even their dark humour doesn't help any longer. Still a surprisingly educated, creative and dedicated fandom, with people that will spill out their heart for what they love, and a family that sticks together throughout all the pain.
Avengers Fandom: butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts butts

theimpalaismyhome:

gingerjonasbrother:

my favorite thing about hiatuses is the way the fans go a bit dormant, and hide under mountains of fics and rewatches and other shows

but then something happens, filming starts, and suddenly

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# WE AREN’T FANGIRLS # WE’RE FANDRAGONS

sherlockedforwho:

reblog this is if I am allowed to send you a probably inappropriate, definitely fandom related valentine on Valentine’s Day 

bakerstreetbabes:

donde-esta-mi-queso:

bakerstreetbabes:

And tumblr wonders what that sound is…

It’s the sound…

Of the Sherlock fandom…

Rising once more.

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I was wondering what they meant by rising 
I didn’t notice that they were gone in any way
Then I remembered that they had one hell of a fall
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*slow claps*

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overthemoonfandoms:

I will follow 100% of everybody who reblogs this, no matter what fandom(s) you’re in

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