hudson blanket

a non-exhaustive list of incredibly niche canadian jack headcanons

i pulled some of these from my past posts and compiled them into this semi-master list of things our local moose boy has definitely done

  • smh has never seen jack more animated than when “she ain’t pretty” by the northern pikes comes on
    • its on ransoms kegster playlist for this reason
  • ransoms mom sends jack swiss chalet sauce packets because he’d never been to swiss chalet and ransom was Shook when he found out
  • he superstitiously carries an old $5 bill with him all the time bc it has a passage from roch carrier’s the hockey sweater on it

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I still cry at A Study in Pink when this happens:
  • Sherlock: if you'd been murdered, in your very last few seconds what would you say?
  • John: Please God let me live.
  • Sherlock: Oh use your imagination!
  • John: I don't have to.
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At that point Sherlock made a choking noise, it took him a fraction of a second to realise this was a sob. The sob made him loose himself, he just sobbed harder, they racked through him, making him shake.

“Sherlock?” John’s concerned voice cut through. He looked up through the tears as John sat next to him. “Sherlock, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing… I’m fine, go to your date, she-she’ll be waiting for you.” Sherlock choked out before sobbing again, John put an arm around Sherlock to comfort him.

“Sherlock, something’s bothering you. Tell me, I’m not going till you do.”

“It’s s-silly really, st-stupidic, moronic…”

“Sherlock, I doubt that.” John said and moved some of Sherlock’s hair out of Sherlock’s face. “Tell me, maybe I could help?”

“I-I’ve f-fallen in love….”

“Oh, is that the problem? That you don’t want to be in love?”

“Th-the problem… the problem is; is that h-he w-won’t love m-me back…” Sherlock tried not to sob again, but completely and utterly failed, his body shook as it left his throat.

“How do you know?”

“John, g-go… go to your date, h-have fun.”

“Sherlock. How many times have you cried over this git?”

“He’s not a git…”

“Clearly, if you love him but he doesn’t love you then he’s a git in my mind okay?”

“W-we aren’t dating… h-he’s n-not gay..”

“Okay, well then how many times have you cried over this fellow?”

“A-a few… mostly wh-when he goes on dates or I’m in bed…” Sherlock looked down at the floor making sure he didn’t look at John, he was certain John was straight.

“So… he had a date tonight?”

“He has one, but he won’t leave for it.” Sherlock kept his eyes averted.

“Sherlock?”

“y-yes?”

“I might not be gay but I’m not straight.” John’s statement made Sherlock lift his head. “Why didn’t you just come talk to me?”

“I-i… you’re… you’re… you might have gotten angry…” Sherlock felt John’s arms wrap around him, in a comforting hug.

“I wouldn’t have, and I’m not angry and I want you to know Sherlock that, I love you too.”

“y-y-you love me? But… but why the dates?”

“They’ve only been women, I don’t know I think I thought I’d compare men to you and not women but… I did, Sherlock, I was trying to get over you.. you said you were married to your work and everything so I just…. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around John as well and snuggled into him……..

Around 15 minutes later Mrs Hudson received a phone call…
“Hello?”

“Good evening. Mycroft here, Sherlock’s brother.”

“Yes, I know who you are love, what’s the problem?”

“I know it’s not your job but could you go up into the boy’s apartment and maybe put a blanket over them, they’re on the couch.”

“Wh- of course dear. Good bye now.” She hung up and went up the stairs quietly but excitedly, she opened the door to the boys flat and clear as day, they were cuddling on the couch, asleep. Mrs Hudson found a blanket and covered them with it. The sight made her feel proud and happy.

i think our jeeps would be a lot cuter if draped with hudson bay blankets from woolrich, which, incidentally, will outfit every house in our home if we one day own a cabin.

(not otherwise, though.)

(also i don’t see us owning a cabin.  ever.)

but! i do see us owning jeeps… so….

sherlock and johns favorite nights are when they watch old movies on tv and get take out and cuddle under a fuzzy blanket mrs. hudson gave them, and they always accidentally fall asleep and john will wake up disoriented to find sherlock gently snoring, face tucked into johns neck, and he’ll wake sherlock up with kisses and theyre both the happiest men in the entire world

mrs hudson walks into sherlock and johns flat in the afternoon and finds them sound asleep on the couch, sherlock’s lying flat on his belly on top of john, his head in the crook of john’s neck, right arm falling off of the couch, mouth open dribbling on john’s chest, john’s right arm  is wrapped around sherlock’s waist. mrs hudson drapes a blanket over them and quickly shuts the windows, turns off their phones, unplugs anything she can find that could make a noise and scurrys out the door hoping that nothing disturbs them and they end up sleeping for hours and hours and….

Julia’s Trip: Toronto Island

After work last Monday I met Julia under the big clock in front of Union Station, and just as it was in New Zealand, we hit it off like a house on fire. 

We both have such a similar outlook on life, and I was so excited that she was on route to move to Vancouver knowing nothing and no one; how exciting! (I will also note it made me think back to my move to Melbourne, and ohmygoodness, how did I just book a one-way ticket and go?! Don’t think I could now!). 

On Tuesday Julia walked around Toronto (she must have done about 35,000 steps!) and then met me at my work at 5pm to head to the St. Lawrence market to gather picnic items, and then head to the island. (If you ever find yourself in Toronto, this is an absolute must!). 

We went to the cheese, bread, tomato, fruit and meat stands (Pro-Tip: St. Lawrence Market is open until 6pm on weekdays, and 5 - 6 it’s empty!) and gathered all the contents of a delicious picnic. 

We then walked over to the ferry (round trip: $7!) and hopped on the ferry for our 8 minute ride to Ward’s Island. 

The sun was just beginning to set, and Julia got to take in the city views! (warning: lots of Toronto view picks in this post). 

We explored the east end of the island where there are such cute homes. It sort of feels like cottage country, but then boom! there’s the CN Tower and the city in all its glory. 

Eventually we set up our picnic blanket (re: Hudson Bay beach towel) and got ready for our romantic picnic. :)

Love love love. Also, I was so excited when Julia suggested blue cheese! I *love* blue cheese, but so few people do. Our sandwiches were delicious, and the view was right on point. 

Once the sun set, the temperature suddenly dropped, so we packed up our things, and hopped back on the ferry. At this time of year there’s only one ferry which does a triangle loop between the main land, Ward’s Island, and Hanlan’s Point, which is pretty sweet because then you get to see the city from all angles. 

I must admit I missed this skyline when I was in Melbourne. 

Once we hopped off the ferry, I took Julia up to Nathan Philip’s Square to see the big TORONTO sign. 

Our feet (especially hers!) were quite tired, but I’m pleased we went as on the way we popped into “The Path,”  For non-Toronto folk, Toronto has the largest underground network of tunnels in the world. Pretty much most of the downtown buildings are connected underground and there are restaurants, malls, cafeterias etc.  Lots of people live in condo buildings which connect to it, so in the winter you could easily go to work without a jacket.  

I wasn’t planning on showing Julia The Path, but she found it so interesting (noted for future visitors). (I actually like to think of us, Toronto people, as mole people… because everyone uses the tunnels in the winter, and then pops outside in the spring.)

We collapsed into bed around midnight, with an alarm set for 7:30am for another busy day ahead of us!