Xmas headcanon: sherlock rigs the christmas tree lights so they continually blink “i love you” in morse code
John spends three weeks googling how to fix them and can’t find anyone with a similar problem or any solution and Sherlock is just endlessy amused and smitten over his frustrated noises
John knows Morse code, he isn’t trying to fix it. He’s trying to make it blink I Love You Too You Git.
John Watson writes a blog about his amazing adventures with Sherlock Holmes. However, he never includes the adventures that he doesn’t want the public to be aware of.
AU close to BBC cannon. Deleted scenes in which John and Sherlock’s friendship got a lot closer than in the show. Johnlock forever!
2 am – 20 hours without sleep. The experiment may be starting to affect me. Slight heart palpitations earlier -either due to the caffeine or lack of sleep. Maybe lack of food too. Only other possible stimulus could be the barista, but logically speaking, it’s impossible for a smile or a brush of fingers as drinks are passed over to have an effect on the circulatory system. John works the night shift at a 24-hour coffee shop, and meets a mildly sleep-deprived and caffeine-dependent Sherlock Holmes, experimenting on the effects of sleep deprivation on his mind and body. This is written for the Always1895 September prompt: Coffee Shop.
“Who should I sign it to?” The familiar question rolls off his lips easily, but somehow it feels more meaningful this time. He’s never met a fan quite so dedicated, quite so willing to lug an entire armful of books to get them all signed, quite so handsome even when he blushes.
“Er… Sherlock,” the man replies.
AU in which John is an author, and Sherlock is a fan who comes to his book signing.
Sherlock knows. Sherlock knows what this will do to John. Sherlock knows what he will do to John. John. Honest, brave, dependable John. Trusting, warm, passionate John. Moral, righteous, true John. Sherlock is going to break his heart to save his life.
Injured by a mysterious gunman, Sherlock is sent to a safe house to recover while Mycroft tracks down his assailant. The house, hidden deep in the countryside, is old and drafty, and – according to rumors – haunted by a English soldier wounded in World War 1. A series of strange events soon has Sherlock questioning his firm disbelief in the supernatural and past lives.
Sherlock is a cataloguer who’s forced to work the reference desk once a week. Which he hates. Or at least, he used to hate it, until the library hired a new reference librarian. Guess who?
Sherlock has stayed healthy as years have passed—so many that fear of a relapse of his Guillain-Barré begins to fade into obscurity even in the mind of Mycroft Holmes.
But, one day, a cryptic text message arrives from John Watson.
You’re sitting at a cafe with your friend when suddenly a woman walks in with a toy poodle in her purse. The manager at the counter informs her “I’m sorry, but we do not allow dogs”. She replies with a heavy sigh and a “She’s a service dog. She can come with me”. Not knowing much about service dog law, and worrying about getting sued for asking further questions, he sits this woman down at a booth. There, she promptly unzips her purse and places the dog on the booth seat next to her. When the woman’s food comes out, the little dog begs and she feeds her bits off her plate. This dog is not public access trained, and proceeds to bark at those who walk by. This dog is a nuisance and causes many in the restaurant to complain. The manager cannot do anything but inform the unhappy customers that this is a service dog, so he can’t ask her to leave. In the end, it’s the customers who end up leaving.
Now I walk in with my highly trained service dog pressed against my leg in a perfect heel position, and I’m quickly bombarded by the manager telling me “No dogs! No dogs! We ALL know what happened last time”. Confused, I tell him “This is my medical alert and medical response service dog. Her right to accompany me is protected under federal law.” With a sigh, he seats me at a table far away from others where my dog promptly tucks under my feet, out of sight. When my food arrives my dog is still tucked tightly under the table because she knows she’s not supposed to eat when she’s on duty. She stays there ignoring those who walk past for the remainder of my meal. When we leave, a woman by the door exclaims “Woah, I didn’t know there was a dog here!”
See the difference?
Scenario number two occurs at a local grocery store when a man decides to bring his certified emotional support animal into the store with him. Upon entering he flashes a fancy ID card and certification papers. This dog is not as unruly as the first, but he still forges ahead of his handler, sniffs the food on display, and may seek attention from those who walk past. You find this dog adorable, and when he and his owner walk past you ask to pet him. The owner says yes and explains how all he had to do was go online, register his dog, and a few weeks later they sent him a vest, ID card, and certification papers.
Now I pull into the same grocery store. I’m in a rush to get an ingredient for a dish I’m making so I hurry into the store with my service dog next to me. I’m quickly stopped by a manager who demands to see my service dog’s certification card. Remember, this is NOT required by law, and most real service dog teams don’t have them. After 15 minutes of trying to educate, pulling up the ADA website on my phone, back and forth bickering, and drawing more of a crowd than I want to describe… I’m finally allowed in. I grab my ingredient, stand in line (where my service dog obediently moves between my legs to make space for those around me), and I get bombarded by people asking to pet my dog. I explain that she’s working, she has a very important job to do, and she’s not allowed to be pet while on duty. People walk away grumbling and complaining about how rude I was when other handlers like the man they met earlier allow their dog to be pet.
Moral of the story? Fake service dogs create real problems. The ones who are impacted the most are the true service dog handlers who rely on their dogs every day to help mitigate their disability. How would you feel if everywhere you went, you couldn’t make it 10 feet in the door because people were asking you questions? Imagine how much time that would take out of your already hectic day. Businesses lose customers because word gets out that there are unruly dogs in their store, customers become misinformed and start thinking some of these behaviors are okay, some people even start to believe the lies that anyone can just register their dog online and make him a service dog. The result? MORE fake service dogs. MORE real problems.
I will reblob this until I die because it’s one of the few things that constantly genuinely infuriates me
As someone with a service dog, this shit infuriates me.
Their service is important and should never be misused
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