abitnotgood:

teacroft:

remember that fic where sherlock raced through a crowd of people screaming at them to move and then ripped through a bonfire in order to bodily drag john out of it and then cupped his face and looked down at him like he was the most precious thing in the worl-

oh wait

“Why do all the script pages have this funny little squiggle on them?  What is Ay-Oh-Three?”