sometimes when i’m sad i think about the fact that sherlock holmes gets the hiccups and it literally fixes everything
sherlock is walking home from bart’s after solving a ridiculously, almost frustratingly simple kidnapping case and his eye catches on a shoebox that looks to have been tossed on the edge of the sidewalk. the box moves a bit. sherlock tilts his head to one side and stops, crouches down, and lifts the lid to peer inside the box and sees a tiny, skinny puppy with eyes that could hardly open yet and short fur that should be white but almost looks a sort of tan color now from dirtiness. sherlock inhales sharply then promptly takes off his scarf, wraps up the puppy, and texts john “Buy dog food” before standing up and walking the rest of the way home to baker street with the puppy held closely against his chest
To feed a dog, obviously. SH
Also buy a tasteful collar and bones to help him with teething. SH
On second thought, bones will not be a problem. I will disinfect some we already have lying around. Just the food and collar for now. SH
When will you be home?
In about two minutes. SH
We will talk then.
We are keeping him. SH
I didn’t say we weren’t.
"Bilbo went through a few faces. There were a couple of noses. They had the idea of having a more snub nose, and then they decided that my nose was weird enough."
Martin Freeman | The Hollywood Reporter
whenever sherlock’s nose gets cold in the winter (which is very often) he tucks it into john’s neck to warm it up because john is always so blissfully warm, like a little radiator, and john makes these endearing high pitched squawking noises and flails a bit because “bloody hell sherlock that’s fucking cold”