so "unsinkable" by sail north is either the perfect song for sherlock, or, if you want to get a little meta, the perfect song for johnlock and all the people who support it.
also, also, also, sherlock playing a violin instrumental version of "leave her, johnny, leave her" (also by sail north. i think.) when john brings one of his girlfriends over. please think about it.
thoughts?
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
“Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.”
THIS. THIS IS WHY EPIC IS GOING PLACES. THIS WHY ODYSSEUS IS THE SINGLE MOST AMAZING PROTAGONIST EVER. THIS ONE LINE. DO YOU KNOW WHY???
Alexander Hamilton, protagonist of the hit musical of the 2010’s: How could I say no to her? My wife will never know. No one has to know.
Also Alexander: This is the only way to protect my legacy. The Reynold’s Pamphlet.
Odysseus: Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.
Also Odysseus: You plotted to kill my son. You planned to rape my wife. All of you are going to die.
So apparently AO3 is cannonical to the DC universe, in which it is called Tales of our own or TO3!
shout out dc for naming that one run red hood/arsenal. literally ao3 ship format. they know what they did /j
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Batman isn’t the only one fiercely protective of his Robins.
Jason’s death led to the Rogues turning against the Joker—especially Harley. By then, she had already realized the extent of his abuse and had left him. So when she learned that her favorite Robin—a tough Crime Alley kid—had been beaten to death by her ex the first time she wasn’t around, she went ballistic.
Once, a newcomer held Nightwing at gunpoint and tried to unmask him on live television. When Harvey Dent saw how close this was to his own hideout, he knew he couldn’t let it slide. He wasn’t blind or foolish—he knew exactly who Nightwing was. The first Robin. A ray of sunshine—badass yet kind. Harvey took only a second to recall how that same little Robin had once helped him through a dissociative episode, choosing to assist rather than arrest him. And that was enough. The newcomer was never seen again.
As much as Damian disliked how close Catwoman was to his father, Selina adored the little kitten. He was honest, fierce, and compassionate in his own way. She loved that he shared her fondness for cats and animals. So when the shelter Damian volunteered at was attacked by Black Mask’s goons, Selina made sure that by the end of the month, Roman wouldn’t have a single piece of art left in his collection.
Eddie could hardly deny that his favorite Robin was the third one. After all, that particular little bird not only respected him as the Riddler but could also solve all his riddles effortlessly. So when a few goons rudely barged into their monthly riddle session, Eddie was not amused. He made sure they knew it.
Consider this your warning: Do not harm the Robins. Unless, of course, you fancy some trouble with the Rogues.
the holy grail types of fanfic
that time of the year when you realize the depression isn’t seasonal
odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”