I like to imagine Molly getting peeved off at Sherlock and locking herself away in her room and Sherlock cheering her up by talking to her in his fake French accent from the other side of the door. 

But Molly„ you must open ze door how else am I going to give you ze, what is ze word, oral pleasure? Hon hon hon.

Sometimes I get tired of Sherlock fandom.

And then shit like this happens and all is good.



Look what I encountered today! This gorgeous dog lives at a beach club where David and I stopped by to have a short break from our trip to the moorlands. He came greeting me by poking his snout at all possible places, and I petted him for a while. Since he was suffering a little from the heat, I showed him that if you dig in the sand a little, the sand underneath is cooler. He started digging like crazy and stuck his entire head all in the hole, so cuteee! Then he came standing next to me on the bench, acting very curiously, and I let him nose around in my bag. I am in love with a dog, help D: