Dogs are the literal best and let me tell you why.
When my parents are out of town, my pup Remmy sleeps downstairs with me. I don’t mind because the basement is chilly sometimes and he’s a fuzzy little space heater. But he always does this weird thing and I didn’t figure out why until last night.
I’m a stomach-sleeper, while the rest of my family are back-sleepers. So Remmy has taken up this very different behavior with me (my family says he doesn’t do it with them). It always takes me a while to settle down, but when I do, Remmy takes his head off of his paws and rests it square in the center of my back.
So I’m thinking, “What’s the point of that? It can’t be comfortable. It cranes his neck in a funny way, and besides, every time I breathe his head goes up and down. That’s a weird thing.” So I formulate a hypothesis, and test it.
Last night, I got comfortable, Remmy put his head on my back, I waited a while, then I held my breath. It took him a while to react, but when he did, he fuckin lost it. He started whining and yipping, and repeatedly licking my face and hands. And I was like oh my god.
Conclusion: my dog noticed that I slept in a way that was different from the rest of my family, thought “that kid is gonna die” and made sure that I never stopped breathing in the middle of the night.
Dogs are fuckin smart as hell. What a wonderful animal.
I am crying
Two days he’s been like that.
IVE NEVER SEEN SHERLOCK SO GAY AND HAPPY IN HIS LIFE AND IM GOING TO EAT MY OWN FUCKING LEGS
John Watson, The Abominable Bride (via dramatisecho)
#what makes this so Extra is this is what sherlock hopes john thinks #like #this is sherlock ghostwriting john
(via faetalities)
HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET HE WAS READING HOW THEY MET
Scenes without background music: John being too hot, hot damn.

And here we see Holmes referring to 221B as “our rooms” years after Watson’s moved out, and then smoothly correcting himself in the next paragraph

Martin and Benedict in their little foldy chairs. Too dark to see but it’s the purple shirt of sex.
#he’s so happy to be john’s best friend #he just can’t help it but state it and repeat it #every time he has a chance
He did it again :)

canon
BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING BABY HUSKY HOWLING
MY HEART IS MELTING
Currently watching: Hannibal and Elementary.
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