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my grandma sent me a picture of my dog with his new xmas present and i need a fucking inhaler LOOK AT HIM

oh to feel a fraction of the unbridled joy he is experiencing

Polcan and Shavka (Полкан и Шавка)

Soyuzmultfilm, 1949

still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???

Finished first part of Russian Holmes' Hound.

I think Holmes didn't go with Watson to Baskerville Hall because they're fighting, so Watson left Baker Street for a gay sleepover with two other men.

And the plot is literally just. Every single man in the neighborhood flirting with Watson while his bf is gone.

Stapleton just stops Watson while he's riding a carriage and goes, "Yo, bro! Hi! I don't mean to be presumptous, but you look cute! Stay safe."

And then one day later, "Yo, Watson! I'm stopping your carriage again. Let's go over to my place and I'll make you coffee. <3 then let me show you around the moor, babe."

Henry Baskerville too: "Hey babe, I'm a himbo, please explain whatever the fuck is happening, luv ya! I don't know how to wear a suit, please teach me. And and while we're drunk let's attack the murderer hiding in our backyard!"

And Look at their gay sleepover:

The man in the telegraph office: "Watson, you keep on writing to your bf but he's not answering. It's time you looked for another man. You know where to find me, darling."

Even Dr. Mortimer: "Oh hi Doctor, I'm glad you're okay. Have I told you about this thing I discovered?" Proceeds to infodump affectionately

snuggles

fall in love with your shorter boss immediately

dramatic

they make me crazy

Marvel: “Infinity War is the most ambitious crossover event in history.”

Me:

An important animatic to share with you

Would love to add the quote here but I only have the German version at hand. Anyway, canon event of Holmes climbing on Watsons shoulders my beloved.

[ID: a digital drawing of Holmes and Watson. They're standing by a wall with a window and Holmes is halfway up on climbing Watsons shoulders, with one leg on Watsons hands and the other on his shoulder. /End ID]

🔎🐝 This is a master post of my Sherlock Holmes fanfiction which you can also find on Ao3! 🐝🔎

For details and warnings, follow the links to AO3, it's included in tags there.

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The Absolute Truth of the Matter

On the way to Rosenlaui, Holmes falls behind to face Moriarty alone. When it is instead Watson who encounters the Professor at the Reichenbach Falls, events take an unexpected turn.

Or: Watson does a few ridiculously courageous things and there is a crack in Holmes's lens.

The Case of the Lost Cat

Annie hesitated, nervously turning the apple in her hands, lowering her gaze. “I must tell you first,” she mumbled, “that I can’t pay your fee, Mr Holmes, b-but I can help in the garden, or –“ „Oh, but lost animal cases are always free of charge,” Holmes said casually, folding the newspaper and throwing it onto the floor next to his armchair. He is, as I have often stated, really a rather brilliant man.

After the Great War, Holmes and Watson are living a quiet life somewhere in Sussex. The days of great detective work lie in the past, but when a distressed young client asks them for help with finding her lost cat, Holmes and Watson have to solve a case that might turn out to be just beyond their limits.

Flowery Prose

Holmes rarely read to me, and never like this.

The Return of Dr Watson

I think of myself as a practical woman. I am proud to say that I have always been able to manage my household in the most efficient manner, purchasing only what is of good quality without requiring any unnecessary expenses. I have one possession, however, that is an exception to that rule. This is the story of how not only one but two of my tenants returned to Baker Street, and how I came to own one of London’s finest tea services as a result.

Mr Holmes returns. Dr Watson leaves. Mrs Hudson realises that London’s greatest detective might require a little assistance with winning the good doctor back.

The Adventures of the Amorous Amateur

Five times Sherlock Holmes is bad in bed and one time Watson is too.

The Heart's Desire

In which Watson learns how to make love to Sherlock Holmes.

The Adventure of the Lost Footing

“You have been in this particular mood for months,” Holmes stated. “You are in pain, but worse than that, you feel useless. You would clearly be more comfortable – and productive – away from London. Therefore, it seems a permanent relocation is in order.”

When Watson is no longer able to keep step with Sherlock Holmes, he expects to be left behind. As it turns out, Holmes has already devised a plan.

Of Seeing London Again

I had dreamed of London day and night, and now I had returned, but I was not home yet. It would not be until Moran was caught and I could finally reveal myself to my old friend Watson that I would be able to find a modicum of peace.

A Kinder Heart

“Holmes?” The pipe clattered to the floor and there was tobacco scattered all around it, but it passed like a flash before my eyes because I had spun around to face whoever had entered the room. It was Watson, of course.

The Return

“Watson, will you keep this?” I extended my hand and offered the cigarette case.

From the Flowers

Holmes loves flowers. Watson loves Holmes. Mrs Hudson loves to meddle.

tfw you’re doing some spying and forget that personal space is a thing and that your colleague is head over heels in love with you.

fell asleep working

IT MIGHT BE HAPPENING.

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

i want to snap their necks

2024 Art Wrap

This was a big animation year for me. It’s really nice to do these art wraps to remind myself all the work I’ve accomplished.

See how I make room guardians on my Patreon!

I was afraid you were engaged.  I am, very much so.

I must think of a new life

And I mustn’t give in

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there is a light that never goes out (and it's conductor of cource)

Rip john and sherlock you would loved the smiths

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

It's so funny being a shipper when you're aroace it's like you're an anthropologist, like hey fictional blorbos who live in my head let me study your bonds under a microscope and take notes on what happens when I throw Valentines Day into your enclosure

how to explain to non-americans that the better call saul ads aren’t exaggerated for comedic effect they are super normie

People who think sheep are killed for their wool are so hilarious to me. Does your barber slit your throat whenever you get a haircut?? Are you a returning customer to Sweeney Todd? Lmao it grows back, fools.

THE GREAT DEDUCTION!

Behold! An unexpected teaser trailer for my cosy Sherlock Holmes point and click game The Beekeeper's Picnic

I made this (...very quickly) for a fun event originating on BlueSky called The Game Awards for Games Who Can't Afford the Game Awards, but since it's over now I thought I'd release it here!

I've got a longer and more polished release trailer in the works, but for now enjoy this!

Wishlist on Steam | Itch.io Demo | Discord |