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dark bee tumblr show me the forbidden bees

this is the masked bee! she has no friends and hates everyone. Sometimes when she has kids she raises them alone and doesn’t let the father come for day trips. she loves pollen but does not like waiting for it so she chews flowers open which is essentially stealing. we love her anyway.

these bees are homalictus bees! they are the rainbow gay bees. Females tend to live together in one nest and guard the entrance. one time we found 160 gay girls bunking together. They’re so irridescent and small that they might look like flies but they are really just tiny lesbians.

and this is the blue banded bee! she may look like she’s wacked out, but really she is pretty chill. she just wants to live independently (or with some friends) in a nest or burrow and look after tomatoes.

this is a cuckoo bee! she is really cool! she goes into other bee’s houses and lays eggs there, and then when the baby hatches it eats the host bees’ pollen and lays waste to the hive, murdering and eating all the other bee babies! BUT ONLY if it’s mother bee didn’t kill them all first.

thank u dark bee tumblr

omg I can’t remember which blog had Bee Gate.

Holy crap I had no idea thank you dark bee tumblr

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Now imagine John Watson stopping in his tracks while tidying the flat and crouching down. 

‘Sherlock, honey.’

Sherlock nearly falls of his chair. ‘What?’ And his voice is most certainly not a high pitched squeak and the clearing of his throat has nothing to do with him trying to cover it up. 

John doesn’t even look up to him. ‘Honey. Get some honey.’

Sherlock is still too flabbergasted to ask John why the hell he needs the honey in the first place. He grabs it, moving slowly towards John, who is now sitting down on the floor, looking awfully concerned. And that is when Sherlock sees it. 

A bee.

Barely moving but still alive. 

John takes the honey with a muttered ‘thanks’ before turning back to the little creature on the floor, making sure to leave a drop of the golden liquid on the floor near it. And the way John’s face lights up when the bee finds it and starts drinking, makes Sherlock’s heart soar. 

Because this is John. A soldier. A man who has killed. But always caring. Always with the biggest and kindest heart Sherlock has ever come across. John Watson, saving one single little bee on the living room floor of their flat.  

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