I Don't Know Why, But These Three Men Just Make My Gender. Honestly, Just Looking At Them Gives Me The

I don't know why, but these three men just make my gender. Honestly, just looking at them gives me the biggest slap in the face of gender envy.

I just picture Mrs. Hudson gifting these to Sherlock on his birthday <3

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When you're mean to me, this is who you're being mean to btw...

The Snowberry Clearwing Moth. A moth that imitates a bumble bee. That's it. That's the post. I'm not dying until I see one of these alive in person.

What really gets me going in reading the original Sherlock Holmes stories and seeing the way Watson and Sherlock address eachother and speak of eachother with such casual affection and adoration. Like Doyle wasn’t hiding anything, it isn’t subtext at all.

“My dear Watson.”

“A friend?”

Besides you, my dear Watson, I have none.”

The way Watson speaks of him and his brilliant mind and way of living is like when you’re in love and enchanted for the first time and you don’t even realize it. Like who knew the greatest love story of all time was two raggedy men in a flat in London? Like I’m floored everytime I read it

things sherlock holmes has canonically done:

scrapbooked the hell out of his newspapers

put on a hat that was too big for him 

giggled

cried because lestrade was nice to him

got all sappy and romantic by smelling a rose

let a puppy lead him on adventures

“impish mood”

lit his pipe with an ember from the fireplace because he thought it looked cool

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