FISHY BUSINESS

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

Utty the Utahraptor, sniffing renders.

Fast boi

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Invertober 16, yellow-spotted isopod.

I love little isopods and their cute little faces.

excuse me if I start howling at the moon

Tales from the Far Side (1994) directed by Marv Newland of International Rocketship Productions

This film won the Grand Prix at the Annecy International Animation Film Festival 1996

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

this video sends me every time. the lip syncing. the source material. iconic

I reblogged this one time and someone else who reblogged it from me tagged it with #violence

beavers are one of those things you just accept without question as soon as adults tell you about it as a kid and then many years later in your adulthood you look up one day and go wait, what do you mean there exists a species of rodent hydrological engineer that knows how to build properly ventilated freestanding houses for itself, that doesn't make any sense

calling a stranger online bestie is the modern equivalent of going up to a stranger in an old tavern and calling them “my friend”

hail, bestie! what news of the northern realms hath you to deliver!

absolute vibes my esteemed friend!

I crocheted a Spirit Eel from Elden Ring

oh. From the first photo I thought this was 5 inches tall

MARIO (POISONED) FROM PAPER MARIO