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contact-guy · 3 months

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lol THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LONG but it's such a cute story opening that I had to draw Watson roasting Holmes's messiness for the newspaper and Holmes skillfully maneuvering his way out of having to do chores. It's all canon, even the indoor sharpshooting, except for the bit about the cold bath.

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An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neatest and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain quiet primness of dress, he was none the less in his personal habits one of the most untidy men that ever drove a fellow-lodger to distraction. Not that I am in the least conventional in that respect myself. The rough-and-tumble work in Afghanistan, coming on the top of a natural Bohemianism of disposition, has made me rather more lax than befits a medical man. But with me there is a limit, and when I find a man who keeps his cigars in the coal-scuttle, his tobacco in the toe end of a Persian slipper, and his unanswered correspondence transfixed by a jack-knife into the very centre of his wooden mantelpiece, then I begin to give myself virtuous airs. I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humors, would sit in an arm-chair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges, and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V. R. done in bullet-pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it.

Our chambers were always full of chemicals and of criminal relics which had a way of wandering into unlikely positions, and of turning up in the butter-dish or in even less desirable places. But his papers were my great crux. He had a horror of destroying documents, especially those which were connected with his past cases, and yet it was only once in every year or two that he would muster energy to docket and arrange them; for, as I have mentioned somewhere in these incoherent memoirs, the outbursts of passionate energy when he performed the remarkable feats with which his name is associated were followed by reactions of lethargy during which he would lie about with his violin and his books, hardly moving save from the sofa to the table. Thus month after month his papers accumulated, until every corner of the room was stacked with bundles of manuscript which were on no account to be burned, and which could not be put away save by their owner. One winter’s night, as we sat together by the fire, I ventured to suggest to him that, as he had finished pasting extracts into his common-place book, he might employ the next two hours in making our room a little more habitable. He could not deny the justice of my request, so with a rather rueful face he went off to his bedroom, from which he returned presently pulling a large tin box behind him. This he placed in the middle of the floor and, squatting down upon a stool in front of it, he threw back the lid. I could see that it was already a third full of bundles of paper tied up with red tape into separate packages.

“There are cases enough here, Watson,” said he, looking at me with mischievous eyes. “I think that if you knew all that I had in this box you would ask me to pull some out instead of putting others in.”

“These are the records of your early work, then?” I asked. “I have often wished that I had notes of those cases.”

“Yes, my boy, these were all done prematurely before my biographer had come to glorify me.” He lifted bundle after bundle in a tender, caressing sort of way. “They are not all successes, Watson,” said he. “But there are some pretty little problems among them. Here’s the record of the Tarleton murders, and the case of Vamberry, the wine merchant, and the adventure of the old Russian woman, and the singular affair of the aluminium crutch, as well as a full account of Ricoletti of the club-foot, and his abominable wife. And here—ah, now, this really is something a little recherchè.”

He dived his arm down to the bottom of the chest, and brought up a small wooden box with a sliding lid, such as children’s toys are kept in. From within he produced a crumpled piece of paper, and old-fashioned brass key, a peg of wood with a ball of string attached to it, and three rusty old disks of metal.

“Well, my boy, what do you make of this lot?” he asked, smiling at my expression.

“It is a curious collection.”

“Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as being more curious still.”

“These relics have a history then?”

“So much so that they are history.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Sherlock Holmes picked them up one by one, and laid them along the edge of the table. Then he reseated himself in his chair and looked them over with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

“These,” said he, “are all that I have left to remind me of the adventure of the Musgrave Ritual.”

I had heard him mention the case more than once, though I had never been able to gather the details. “I should be so glad,” said I, “if you would give me an account of it.”

“And leave the litter as it is?” he cried, mischievously. “Your tidiness won’t bear much strain after all, Watson. But I should be glad that you should add this case to your annals, for there are points in it which make it quite unique in the criminal records of this or, I believe, of any other country. A collection of my trifling achievements would certainly be incomplete which contained no account of this very singular business.

-The Memories of Sherlock Holmes: The Musgrave Ritual

#they are so married #also watson describing himself as bohemian #i know what you are #sherlock holmes #acd holmes #acd canon #john watson #my art #musgrave ritual

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hikarry · 2 months

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Crowley casually entering Aziraphale's personal space, and Aziraphale not even blinking an eye about it is my Roman empire

#THEY ARE SO MARRIED #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #david tennant #anthony j crowley #michael sheen

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sophsun1 · 4 months

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Psych – 3.01: Ghosts

#userbbelcher #cinematv #filmtvcentral #userthing #smallscreensource #userrobin #userrlaura #psych #psychedit #tvarchive #chewieblog #usersitcom #userstream #userkitkat #usergiu #tuserhan #they are so married #1k

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industrations · 1 year

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Wolfstar tattoo wedding rings REAL

#they are so married #this is so much more special to me then rings #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders

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averageludwig · 6 months

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No one talks about their cute little suits here omg.... Obviously had to keep the beanie and helmet on obv. god. they are actual losers (affectionate)

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #art #fanart #boots n bombs #demosoldier #WAR! didnt happen btw #I choose to ignore it #they are so married #:3 #Averiart

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meep-meep-richie · 5 months

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# married

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spocksocksrock · 6 months

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LMAO the fact that kirk and spock are possibly accused of murder and their defense is just “yeah but we literally are together every second of every day so that’s not possible”

#they literally didn’t spend more than 5 minutes apart from each other that whole day??#and everyone’s just like yeah that’s normal for them #they are so married #spirk #star trek tos #star trek books

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youidiotwecouldbeenus · 5 months

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Can we just talk about how married they are? They are so married. Couple goals. Crowley is the kinda mom who wouldn't let their kid bring her partner home , not even date them, but Azi would def help them sneak out behind Crowley's back....

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #aziracrow #season 2 #season 3 spoilers #good omens season 3 #renew good omens #They are so married #So married #oh lord heal this bike

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 8 months

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