Sherlock Holmes x2
How simply stunning!
When hearing a smoke alarm, a mother would look towards her child. Amazing how fire exposes our priorities.
“Mother, did you really have to invite him?”
“Did you really have to invite him?”
“Of course she invited me, she always invites me.”
“She always invites me.”
“I’ve been alive 7 years longer than you. I’ve been to more of these.”
“Again, pulling the age card. Someone might think you’re compensating for something, Mycroft.”
“Do you always have to be like that?”
“What do you mean, ‘like that’? I’ve always been ‘like that’. Name one time when I haven’t been ‘like that’.”
“I would say when you were a newborn, but no, you were irritating then, too.”
“Still bitter because mummy paid more attention to me?”
“Of course she paid more attention to you, you hadn’t moved to solid foods yet.”
Sherlock picked a steak knife up off the table and twirled it between his fingers. “Boys!” exclaimed their mother, backing nervously away from the table.
“Mother!” exclaimed Sherlock, abruptly stopping the knife in order to stab it into the table.
“Look, Sherlock, you’ve upset Mother again.”
“Look, Mycroft, you’ve ruined the table.”
I’ll be sketching him and be like “I’m exaggerating, no way his hair is that thick and curly.”
And then I’ll look up.
No, it’s actually that curly. GRAH.
|[I'm in my synagogue, setting up for a cupcake walk when I hear someone say "Sherlock."]|
|Girl:||I really wanted to stay home today and watch Sherlock.|
|Me:||Did you just say "Sherlock"?|
|Me:||"Sherlock"? As in, "Sherlock", Sherlock?|
|Me:||Best show ever.|
|Me:||Cumberbatch. Cumberbatch Cumberbatch Cumberbatch.|
|Me:||Oh, the things one could do with that name!|
Admittedly, more of a Wholockian thing than a real Whovian thing. Matt Smith has put down the speculation, but I remain hopeful!
(all my pairs of pants will probably spontaneously combust if Matt Smith and Benedict Cumberbatch are ever on the same TV screen)