Sea otters often hold hands when they're sleeping, to avoid drifting away from each other due to the ocean current.
on holding hands.
Painting by Tony Belobrajdic\ JD Salinger "The Catcher in the Rye" - Chapter 11\ sea otters holding hands, from google\ Sherlock\ I want to hold your hand, The Beatles\ WALL·E (2008)\ Francis Forever, Mitski\ Klimt, The Kiss\ Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.\ The Temple of Horus at Edfu\ Young Royals\ Pinterest.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Animals, Weasel Sherlock Holmes, Otter John Watson, no not THAT kind of otter, the. the actual animal kind, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Introspection, I just thought these animals fit their vibes and physical appearances, and my friend mentioned sea otters holding hands, so I was possessed to write this immediately, you thought the chuunosuke fic was my last time writing anthropomorphic animals? you were Dead Wrong, happy public domain everyone
Summary:
It was half-past eleven in the city of London, and in a cozy little flat on Baker Street, a weasel played the violin.
Sherlock + The Good Place = Happily Ever Jeremy Bearimy!
I'm pleased to present the first chapter of my new fic, a crossover of BBC Sherlock and The Good Place:
So. Sherlock Holmes is dead. He's in The Good Place. And he has a soulmate that makes him actually believe in the soul.
Too bad that John Watson doesn't think he belongs here.
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Brisk footsteps come up the stairs. The door to 221B opens and John steps inside, a decisive air about him.
Sherlock puts the book back on the shelf in front of him – it isn’t the one he was looking for anyway – and partly turns around to face his flatmate.
John seems to square his shoulders. Without taking off his coat, he starts speaking. “Sherlock, I’ve decided to just say it. I love you. Always have, always will. So there.” He nods, as a weight almost visibly falls off his shoulders. “The ball is in your court now. Do with this information what you will. You may either kiss me, shag me or ignore me, pretend I never said this. You can also say to my face it’s not reciprocated. At least then it’s clear.”
A beat of silence.
The smallest traces of shock, regret and shame briefly ripple across John’s face.
“John,” Sherlock says, breath catching, as he faintly raises his right hand in the direction of the kitchen. “Meet my parents.”
Wide-eyed they sit on either side of the kitchen table, clutching their cups of tea. The next instant, they’re getting up and gathering their things, all nervous smiles. “We’re just going to go for a stroll around the block. We’ll… we’ll come back later,” Sherlock’s mother says with a friendly nod, voice pitched high. “Yes, yes,” is all his father can say.
Before John can blink more than three times, they are gone.
John cringes, his shoulders sag. “Oh god. I’ve embarrassed you… in front of your parents.” He runs a hand over his face and starts turning away. “This was… a huge mistake.”
Sherlock stops John and grabs him by the shoulders with both hands. He takes a deep breath. Looking at him intently, he says, “John. You know where I got my deduction skills? From my mother.” His voice starts sounding wobbly now. “Do you know what she just said, minutes before you entered?” Sherlock swallowed. “She deduced that I was heartbroken, madly in love with my flatmate who I was convinced could never love me back. She just finished her last sentence when you opened the living room door.”
John’s mouth falls slightly open.
Sherlock whispers, “She’s never wrong.”
With many thanks to @otter-von-bismarck for the quick beta!
Also tagging some other people who might enjoy this: @totallysilvergirl @blogstandbygo @mama-orion @chained-to-the-mirror @shiplocks-of-love
I haven’t written anything in ages, so finally posting a tiny ficlet makes me disproportionally happy and proud, LOL.
I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.
Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.
This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.
To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather
@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.
And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.
To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.
@jkthinkythoughts <333333.
@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.
@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META
@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.
@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)
Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.
@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.
@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.
@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.
To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.
To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.
And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it’s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.