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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?

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

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.

Is this hubris or sleep deprivation

"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

TEAGAN EARLEY WAS NOT NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

(I love her, I love all this, AND THE RED LIGHTING AT THE START OF THE NEW SAGA)

Omg, I'm gonna die, if I haven't I'm doing it now. CAN I HEAR THEY LAUGHING OR AM I GOING CRAZY???

Plus, the way all of them are playing and chilling with each other, like, hold my heart, I can't handle it now.

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)

Same, fuck Paris! but not in that way, all of you, gods, keep away of him, don't protect him and don't... Involve intimately with him, let The Achaeans do their thing

I’m sick rn so might as well blame it on Paris of Troy

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.

I hate too much when people it's like "nooo but Eurylochus wanted to left all the crew on Circe's, he's too selfish and hypocrite when he got mad at Ody sacrificing only 6 men" PARDON ME? Look, get in his shoes just a moment.

You're a man who finally finally got out of war after 10 years, because your king promised to protect a marriage which wasn't even his, you faced a literal Cyclop who KILLED some of your friends, your king decided to say ALL HIS LIFE INFORMATION which okay, you can left that pass because noone of you thought it could do some damage which it did, but eh.

Next, your king, dear friend of yours and your goddamn brother in law, decided to go piss some god in their domain, but hey, Aeolus help him, so, okay?? But he came back with a bag, which was kinda sus, and he told y'all not to touch it, which was even more sus. So, okay, you opened it, because, c'mon, he's done some stuff, like almost killing a friend and tell all of them he did it because a spell everybody knew he lied, just because he wanted the social status stealing something without help would gave him. HOWEVER it was not treasure but wind. So, ups, you fucked up the things a bit.

AND THEN, MAN, by the gods something happend. Literally, a God happend. PO-SEI-DON HIMSELF APPEARED, and he did it because of your king. And okay, yeah, when you opened the bag you ended on the island he was. But let's be real, he's the fucking god of the ocean, wherever you where, he will find you, it is HIS DOMAIN. So, apparently, your king hurt his son, who was the Cyclop, and in the moment he said his name and all, he doomed y'all.

So Poseidon killed most of your crew and friends. But you could escape, ending on an island, and you were about to tell your captain, your king and friend, that you opened the bag, because you felt guilty. But nono, he told you to talk to him later and search something. You went with some crew, just a few of them, and found a palace, inside there was a woman, who invited y'all. You decided not to go, but your men were hungry and stupid and entered. She was a witch. She turned them into pigs.

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO?? She's super powerful, the last time you faced someone super powerful, your crew reduced, from 12 ships to 1. As the second in command, basically the captain when the captain is off and now he's off, you're the lider right now and here, so no, you are not willing to lose more men, let's ran away, there's nothing you, a simple mortal, can do.

BROO???? OMFG THE WAY THAT "exactly" ERASED MY SMILE AND MADE MY JAW DROP

Mr jalapeño, we're both on sleep deprivation BUT HOW CAN YOU LET US LIKE THIS???

I loved it, I can't, I loved it and I love it so much

Okay, so, imagine this, you're a young man, drinking something in a bar, minding your own business, and suddenly this kid comes to you and tells you that he admires you, cute right? Nice, isn't it? But then, the kid told you he punched someone you know, some of your friends, and okay, that's not that cute, like, ¿?, but THEN the kid keeps talking and saying things, asking you how you get where you are, so you tell him about your life, and how the fact you graduated so fast was because it was your parents dying wish before they passed, and the kid was happy about that. MAN?? and he said he WISH THERE WAS A WAR? Wow this kids nowadays. Anyway, you decide to tell the kid, in a very polite way, that he's been too much, like, yes. So you buy him a drink and gave him an advice. He's handsome, you see it, so you just tell him, again, very politely, that he must just shut up and look pretty. Of course it is because if no-one knows what your thinking no-one can use it against you, and not just because he's disturbing you. Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Okay, so, I was (hello! Nice to meet y'all people from Tumblr) drawing Eurylochus after my math test today and he had this baby face and I was like, c'mon man, seriously? And then I said, young Eury. BUT a song popped into my mind (it was If I Were A Man) and I thought, Man you remember how Eury was the only one who didn't came inside Circe's palace? What if if this is because Eury is a trans man? (Yeah, I know, maybe not much sense by now, I just... Felt it) Like, Circe's spell was doing something with the testosterone of the men, and Eury is not on T (many years on the sea and almost dying, plus ancient greek medicine, may do that to you), so the spell didn't work on him.

That's it, that's the post, thanks for your attention.

I saw a lot of posts, where is implied that Apollo in God Games doesn't care about Odysseus and his situation at all. But what if it's other way around and Apollo just cares too much?

Mythologically Apollo and Hermes are friends. And looks like Hermes cares about his grandgrandson (Odysseus' grandfather is son of Hermes). Hermes was the only god who helped Odysseus even without being asked, just because Hermes wanted to help him.

I just imagine, that Hermes keeps an eye on Odysseus and constantly chatters to Apollo about him, calling him Ody. So thats why Apollo choose such a ridiculous reason as sirens, and uses "Ody" - he wants to help just because of his friendship with Hermes.

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

Athena in God games, basically

campbell bain. reblog if you agree

okay so post epic odyssey where odysseus and Penelope have surfaced from their room finally and he and diomedes are catching up I'm imagining the conversation going something like this

Odysseus: so then I gave up being merciful and became the monster.

Diomedes:....you tried being merciful?

Odysseus: Yes?

Diomedes: you did? You tried being a good merciful person? You?

Odysseus: Yah okay fuck off it was polties dying wish. I had to try.

Diomedes:.....90% of the war crimes in the Trojan war were suggested, planned out, and carried out by you. We literally stoned to death the guy you had a personal grudge against. We framed him for treason and stoned him to death. 70% of why Athena liked you was because she thought she knew all the ways to kill someone and then you'd suggest something insane and I'd see her taking notes. You literally gave Ajex a psyoctic break just being yourself.

Odysseus: shut up

Diomedes: I'm not wrong. Did you tell Penelope about your attempt to be a good person?

Odysseus: What? Of course I did. I told her everything.

Diomedes: did she laugh?

Odysseus:...shut up that's not the point

Diomedes: she did didn't she!!!

Odysseus: ANYWAY eurylochus wasn't appreciative of my return to monsterhood and he started causing problems so I

Diomedes: killed him? Yah saw that coming. No shit. I'm so shocked.

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?!

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

just let the darkness take u fucking faggot