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LOTR Illustrated Guitar by Vivian Xiao
Exquisitely detailed enough to be crafted in the forest realm of Lothlórien, this beauteous guitar was not forged by elf nor man, but by 16 year Vivian Xiao with sharpie markers! Depicting Nazgul, Minas Tirith, and even the all-seeing Eye of Sauron, this divinely-engraved instrument could surely inspire even more Led Zeppelin songs. Check put Vivian’s website for details on purchasing and commissions.
Uhm did I just find a classical cover of katy perry’s E.T. say what??
this is the most popular post of my existence what is life
I really like this, it sounds like some sort of bbc drama theme tune.
H…how is this so beautiful
I really dislike the original, but this is just amazing.
Yes. Classical music is my… weakness. Jesus heaven almighty I’m weaker at the knees than I’d be if I got hit with a jelly jinx curse.
No one ships RDJ and JL more than RDJ and JL.
Martin, your legs. Your hands. Your neck. Your stride, sir. How do you command the frame when the sculpted, ethereal-yet-feral beauty that is Benedict Cumberbatch is right behind you? Yet you do.
And then look at John’s watchful eyes, his protective posture. He doesn’t know why he’s here, but he knows that if anyone tries to hurt Sherlock, he WILL end it.
And the most compelling thing in this image is: John’s actually walking in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock always leads the way. And in many ways, even in this shot, perhaps Sherlock is still the leader of their duo. And yet he lets John walk in front of him, just a little, because Sherlock knows he can let John command him when John needs to, when he needs to be the soldier he is at his core.
To be Sherlock’s soldier.
He is my new king. He is my new devotion, my new ruler to whom I have sworn my life to protect and defend. He never asked for my loyalty, but I have freely given it.
This is my new country. This little kingdom of Baker Street, this haven inside these walls where we eat and sleep and fight and dream, this home I will shield from harm.
This is my new battlefield. The dark alleys and shadowy corners of London, the streets thrumming with danger at every turn, my gun at the ready for any attack.
I would have it no other way.
And as your King, I will lead you into battles worth your skill and your courage and your heart. I will make our little kingdom at Baker Street a home, your home, where you can thrive and be yourself and be free. London will be a just land, a fair land, a place where the nightmares of your dreams and your everyday life will be vanquished by me, if you just believe in me, in the power and command I have. You will never have to prove your worth or your honor, because I will make sure that this land knows you are the greatest Knight who has ever walked this earth beside a misunderstood King.
Oh my God..
Forever and ever, Amen. Praise Moftisson and Cumberman
Oh god this photo and this thread and those comments which encompass every version of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson ever to grace this fair city.
“Sherlock… it’s been over six months.” Lestrade commented gently. “Maybe you should give it a rest, eh? You could talk to someone, just t-“
“Enough!” The detective snapped. His eyes were wild and bloodshot. It was obvious that Sherlock was tired, exhausted even… but the genius would never admit it. He’d been running at full speed ever since this whole mess began.
Lestrade sighed, and looked to his right. The entire flat was covered with papers, maps and photos. It was the type of organized chaos that only Sherlock Holmes could understand.
“Sherlock.” The older man tried again, a bit firmer this time. “You need to accept the fact that if John Watson wants to disappear… he can. And will. For godsake, he was in the army, I’m sure his ‘stealth’ abilities are considerably high. More than yours.”
The lanky, high-strung detective ignored the comment, and focused on the mapped shrine posted on the wall in front of him; littered with photos of John from survailance cameras. “He’s alive, we know that much based on the images captured by the CCTV cameras.” He muttered. “Most images are somewhat blurred. He knows to avoid them, he knows where they are, and he knows that in a moment of desperation I’ll turn to my brother for information. He’s not wrong. Clever, John… John, John, John…” He growled, running his eyes over every detail, hoping for a clue to his whereabouts.
“You’ll be lucky if he’s even still in the UK.” Lestrade piped up again. “Why don’t you just give him his space. He didn’t take your ‘death’ well. Hell, none of us did, but it hit John the most. Your ‘rise from the dead’ didn’t help either. You know this is all your fault.”
Sherlock snapped his head around to glare at Lestrade, “Yes, thank you for your imput. I was more than willing to make it up to John, but that’s rather difficult now that he’s running away from me!” He hissed.
“You abandoned him for three years. I say good on ‘im if he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” The detective inspector mumbled angrily. “Look, I only stopped by to tell you that you’re on your own. I can’t waste any more police time and energy looking for an army-captain who doesn’t want to be found. If you’re smart, you’ll let him be.”
Sherlock focused his eyes on the extensive map and photos before him. “No. I won’t stop until he’s found. He can’t hide from me!” He yelled furiously. “I won’t let him, he can’t get away… not after everything I’ve done for him…”
“Jesus, would you listen to yourself?!” Lestrade shouted.
“Get out.” The other snarled. “If you’re not going to help then you’re an obstacle. I don’t need destractions! I’ll find John Watson and drag him back here with or without your help!”
Lestrade was about to respond, but the buzz of Sherlock’s phone distracted them both. The consulting detective eagerly opened the message from his brother,
Seen boarding a train in Amsterdam.
Grainy footage, but confirmed eye witness identification.
Car should arrive at Baker Street for you momentarily.
“My dear Doctor Watson,” Sherlock muttered to himself as he quickly grabbed his coat.
Without so much as another glance toward Lestrade, Sherlock bounded down the stairs and out the door.
The older detective exhaled slowly, and walked over to the window to see Sherlock slipping into a black luxury car, before it peeled away from the curb quickly.
Taking out his cell, Lestrade typed a quick text:
He’s on to you. Won’t give up, either. It’s getting out of hand.
Don’t you think you’ve made him suffer enough?
It only took a moment for a text reply from an ‘unknown’ number.
Ok I lied. I went to bed and couldn’t sleep. So I went back on the wacom, it’s 6am wooo :D
So this is a bit of a “had to get it out of my system” aka younger BAMF! Dr John Watson in Afghanistan.
I’m so not sure about many things (lights! shadows! damn you British camouflage! whatever!) and will probably look at it tomorrow and scream in absolute horror, before revisiting the damn file and correcting the shit out of it, but here goes…
Hope you enjoy it even in its undefined state for now LOL :)
(click hi-res to see the bigger version)
Welp, there’s a kink I didn’t know I had.
IT’S MY FUCKING JAM.
IT’S 3:23 IN THE MORNING AND I SCREAMED I SCREAMED
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SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME I NEED A LINK SO I CAN DOWNLOAD THIS HELLPPPPPP
Okay so I totally just did the most ridiculous chair dance ever to this.
This song accurately represents my childhood.
Don’t mind me…just feeling like I want to cry my eyes out.
Probably the best video I’ve ever seen! And that last message from Sherlock.. gah!
I’ve watched a lot of fanvideos before but I’ve never seen one that had a story like this, a plot of it’s own where they cut dialogue together to pretty much make a mini-episode. Wonderful and heartbreaking. Just watch and be amazed.
Jesus the noise I made. And am still making.