dirty rotten johnlock trash

hey please spread this around.

bumblebees are going extinct and i think now is a time to let everyone know that pesticides aren’t the way to go. there are infact alternatives to pesticides that are cheaper and safer.

like caffeine! bees love the smell of caffeine, and it doesn’t hurt them. however every other dangerous bug is repulsed by the smell and wont eat your plants.

it’s that simple! it’s that fucking simple! all you have to do is get some coffee beans or whatever. put it in a cup. put some water in it. put it in a spray bottle. boom! that’s all!

please spread this around to anyone you know i refuse to let bumblebees go extinct

And coffee grounds are nutritious for your plants!

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“Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

We all know how often Holmes gives Watson utterly besotted looks, but it gets me every time how Hardwicke Watson looks at Holmes—with such deep, tender love 💕

when sherlock says “we have a client” in asib and john is like “what, in your bedroom?”, he is flirting so hard, this is flirting 101, his voice, his smile hidden in the words, he is like “haha, what a silly way for you to invite me into your bedroom”. sherlock could’ve said “there’s a fire” and john could’ve answered “what, in your pants?” and it would’ve been the s a m e thing

Can you believe. This. Show. John asked if he’d be seeing her again. Sherlock played a farewell tune instead. John and Sherlock both know everything that was said at Battersea. So John thinks he has a chance. Sherlock plays violin some more but later excuses himself to bed, leaving John to contemplate everything that’s happened and try to sleep, disregarding the tension in the air. The next day (as goes John’s blog), they are out, just the two of them, John picking up wine from the market, thinking “this is it, today is my day, everything is going perfectly, I’ll lay it on thick”. Sherlock invites John to his room, John brings the wine and his “A” game, only go be stopped dead in his tracks. Then John has to watch as Sherlock and Irene share a few moments. Not only is he jealous, he’s confused, thinking he was the one who Sherlock chose. But then Sherlock starts to ignore them both, sitting in his chair, plucking the song he wrote for Irene on his violin. John can’t take it anymore. He complains to Irene about how Sherlock doesn’t notice when he leaves, sometimes talking aloud to no one. John leaves the flat in defeat, making sure to stay out for a few hours or maybe even all night, because Irene stayed in Sherlock’s robe and made no attempt to get dressed. John knew she would only take it off for one reason. And he couldn’t bear to see that happen.

…..goddammit. 

dog:

i did something bad

This is Bazz the Beekeeper. A black lab who is specially trained to sniff out disease in bee hives. In Australia the bees do not stay inside and it isn’t safe for Bazz to go in sniffing without protection. So his owner created a custom beekeeper suit to keep him safe. And it is kinda adorable.

so darn PURE

Attempting to draw a classic Holmes face, pt 2.

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Jeremy Brett (Source)

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