why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
I felt so sorry for Sherlock in this scene because they just completely invaded his home and disrupted all his things. Yes so they might have been a bit weird but it’s what he does and it’s just, you can really see how upset he is by it all in this scene, it genuinely looks like they’re bullying him and he hates it. I feel so sorry for him because it’s not for them to do and I would hate it if people came into my home and just moved all my things and ridiculed me for my interests. They wouldn’t solve half their cases without Sherlock and his experiments and I just want to scream at them for being so damn inconsiderate.
You can see he’s overloaded in this scene and it’s horrible.
Every single one of the characters are guilty of this prejudice. Calling him freak, taking him not knowing their name personally, addressing him as freak in public, ridiculing his life.
Yeah, this reminded me of when my mom comes in my room and starts throwing things around because it needs to be cleaned. :|
“WHAT’S THIS DOING HERE?! GET IT OUT!”
I have to leave if she cleans.
(Source: plisskens, via intheshadow-ofalight)
John: Damn my leg! Sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just sometimes this… bloody thing.
Mrs. Hudson: I understand, dear. I’ve got a hip.
(Source: rumourednights, via cheekbonesofbenny)