Omg, I'm Gonna Die, If I Haven't I'm Doing It Now. CAN I HEAR THEY LAUGHING OR AM I GOING CRAZY???

Oh my gods I love this

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.

Zeus: The gods will tell him what you did when he grows up and he’ll kill you and everything you love.

Odysseus: Why?

Zeus: Why what?

Odysseus: If I raise him and he’s my second son, I’m his father, yes?

Zeus: I guess.

Odysseus: And this is a baby, so he won’t remember his real father? I mean, look at him. He doesn’t even know what’s going on right now and half the city is on fire and I just burst in here with a sword. Zero reaction.

Zeus: I guess-

Odysseus: So why would he be mad at me for killing a dude who did not raise him and he doesn’t remember? I’d be his dad. Maybe he’d be mad I stole him from his home but he’d have no emotional connection to these people.

Zeus: I don’t know how those work.

Odysseus: You mean children?!

Every time I read the Sherlock Holmes canon I’m actually stunned that people read this man as straight. It’s just so glaringly obvious to me that he’s SOME flavor of queer - how on earth could you read this man as cishet? And when my non Holmesian friend asked me to explain what textual evidence showed that he was queer, it occurred to me that besides all of the times he or Watson remarks on how he’s not into women, marriage doesn’t appeal to him, he’s never been in love, etc. (which honestly is pretty solid evidence on its own) most of the reasons I feel sure he’s gay is just his fuckin vibes.

He’s an absolute bitch, but in like a sassy gay cunt-serving way that I just can’t imagine a cishet man embodying. He’s a drama queen and knows it. He shows such disrespect towards the establishment and “polite society,” particularly the law, but shows endless kindness and respect towards all of the outcasts of society. To me, all of this paints a very clear picture of a queer person living in a deeply homophobic society.

But I can see how all of this might go completely over a cishet person’s head. They just see a quirky guy who’s sarcastic and rude and likes to befriend outcasts because they’re frequently useful to him, and because he never makes the mistake of underestimating someone just because of their position in society. But him being queer not only explains so much about him, it literally completes the picture of his character. It makes everything about him slot into place.

I think that when it comes down to it, it’s really just that seeing everyone as straight being like, the default is the only reason people see him as straight. Even though he repeatedly says that he’s not interested in women, straight people’s instinct is to interpret that as “he’s never met the right woman” instead of “he’s not interested in women and never will be.” Because there’s no absolutely undeniable textual evidence that he’s queer, that means he’s not. Which is just such an alien way to look at the world to me, you know?

So, my family thinks I'm asleep, and I'm trying not to SCREAM BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING SAGA AND IM LITERALLY JUST ROLLING AROUND IN MY BED AND KICKING MY FEET AND BITING MY FIST AND !!!!

I'm dead. Nobody talk to me, I'm gonna listen it on repeat and jump happily every time I listen it for the next 3 weeks

(Merry christmas and happy holidays to everybody, stay safe and drink water)

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

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bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.

campbell bain. reblog if you agree

My fashion game could be so good but first I need to chop my boobs off

Me when the musical based on a famous greek tragedy becomes tragic

Athena in God games, basically