Hey there, it’s that time again.
RULES
- must be following sirdixon
- reblogs only (likes don’t count but will not disqualify you)
- must reach at least 50 reblogs
CATEGORIES
- Best Walking Dead
- Best Supernatural
- Best Game of Thrones
- Best Doctor Who
- Best Hannibal
- Best Sleepy Hollow
- Best Star Trek
- Best Pacific Rim
- Best Multifandom
- Best Overall
- My Favourite
DETAILS
- you have until November 30th
- I look at clean themes, good urls, and solid tagging systems
- one winner per category + one runner up for every 50 notes
- categories may be removed or added depending on the blogs that enter
PRIZES
- winners will receive a follow back from sirdixon
- both winners and runners up will receive promos when announced
- winners may request 1 ficlet of their choice topic and a simple graphic/edit of their choice
- runners up may request a simple graphic/edit of their choice
Reblog away!
thereis-surprisingly-alwayshope:
When she looked into the closet, he was just standing there.
She sighed. “I told you, mom says I’m too old for imaginary friends. She says you’re not real.”
“But I miss you” he said.
“I miss you too,” she sighed, “but I need to grow up.”
“Says who?” He asked, outraged. “You’re perfect. Now,”
He took her hand. “Let’s go on an adventure.”She knew what she was doing was wrong. She was escaping reality only because she could. She could leave the thought of not being loved, of failing a class, of not being able to pay rent. All that mattered was the feeling of Sherlocks hand grasped around hers, pulling her through the hole in the wall, leading them into an ally not far off of Baker Street.
“Where’s John?” Amelia asked while they made their way to the flat.
Sherlock looked confused.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I-I don’t know…last time I was here..there was something wrong…something wrong with John..” Amelia answered with small ridges of concern between her eye brows.
“John… He…” Sherlock pauses, unable to look Amelia in the eye.
“Where is he, Sherlock.” Amelia stares questioningly at him. “What happened? What did you do this time.”
“It was all his fault!” Sherlock retorts. His baritone voice echoing off the walls of the empty sitting room in 221b Baker St. “It was him… Khan. He took him.”
“Khan..? Not that Khan..?” Amelia eyes Sherlock warily.
“Khan took him. That’s why I brought you here. I need your help. Please.” Sherlock agrees. His eyes, begging Amelia. “Please, Amelia. Help me find John.”
- You don’t have to be following me, but it will be nice.
- Reblog this once, I will ignore the likes.
- Unlimited until September 7th.
- I will use a random generator.
- There will be 5 or 10 lucky people, depending on the notes.
- Go for it and reblog away ~
I’m on a hiatus but I will try to pick the lucky persons and I will try to work as fast as I can to make your graphics, thank you.
ops, extending the deadline to october 7th
*no comment*
humm brings a whole new angle on riding the train.
Holy FUCK!
sweet god in heaven! I can’t stop watching this ….
Is that included in the ticket price?
Anonymous asked: Can I get a Benedict Cumberbatch ppt? I thought the first Sherlock one would just be BC but I was mistaken.
Ask and ye shall receive.
im fucking crying this is beautiful
PETITION TO GET BENEDICT TO SEE THIS.