Sherlock Holmes always keeps his cool. Always. He's like a machine, never showing any emotion, and completely in control. So when he bursts through the door in tears, clutching a bloodstained shirt, something has got to be very wrong indeed. Hedgehogs, hysterics, and a highly-strung detective. What could make John Watson's day any better?

My interpretation of Sherlock Holmes in 2012. Have not seen the Sherlock TV show at all, this is not fan fiction. This is an original, standalone story, based on Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson time travelling into the present day, and becoming Facebook detectives

This is a don't-worry-Sherlock-fandom book for the Sherlock deprived fans out there that want/need a little hope. Enjoy funny gifs, videos, speculation, poems, songs, and what not all about BBC Sherlock.

Headcanons of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Artemis Fowl, The Hunger Games, Doctor Who, Divergent, Sherlock and books written by John Green. I don't own any characters and I am not plagiarising (at least intentionally, I don't know many legal boundaries). These are a work of pure imagination based on characters, plots or scenes of books I have read or TV shows I have watched. Quite a few of these are original, but I have borrowed a few from Tumblr. Fair warning: I aim for your feels.

The world thinks that Sherlock Holmes is dead. I mean, he did jump off a rooftop. But when Molly gets an unexpected knock on her door, her life takes a whole new turn. Sherlock has to learn to be a human, and on the journey, begins to feel the most human emotion of them all: love.