#crime solved

[van-goghs-smoking-skull]

I'm so tired of the brand of person that sees a comment like 'I can't find this book/movie/show/music anywhere' and replies with:

'You can always pirate it.'

If it can't be found AT ALL, there is nowhere to buy OR PIRATE it. Common fucking sense, people.

Now if you have a link, cool, reply with that and prove me wrong, but 'you can pirate it' might just be the least helpful thing a human being can say. The reading comprehension on this site...

It's like that comic of the person saying their fish have all died and everyone trying to help them find the dead fish they are holding or giving advice like 'just make them alive again'.

[cozylittleartblog]

i dont know how to explain it but joining extremely small fandoms with only a few people in them feels like this

[skipppppy]

shoutout to gay detectives and their husbands across history

[jonk-md]

My friend performed a Sherlock Holmes themed play, and they sent me one picture of them, where they were STRUTTING like the streets of London were a catwalk. So here is Holmes doing the very same.

[bloominglegumes]

oops ive hit jazzprowl with the yuri gun insanity this time,,

hear me out human au where they're cops and partners and also wives

[thefrsers]

#thats my mother and son taking down the bad guy together🥹🫡

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was a bat with the power to turn invisible and also could telepathically affect people to make them understand bat language. Me and my bat friends were solving crimes, and in the dream we were trying to get rid of a man who bought a part of our forest to build a mall. 

[dukeofthomas]

"Are the Robins child soldiers" It depends. If the story is super serious and into exploring complex morality and grounded from reality's standards, then yes. If the story is lighthearted, made for children, fluff, etc., then no. If it's somewhere in the middle, it might depend.

If an author wants to write a story seriously delving into the fucked up-ness of children fighting criminals, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a fun story about villains and heroes featuring Robin in a world where that's not an issue, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a serious story but not apply IRL-logic to Robin, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

[t8oo]

does anyone remember the columbo episod where he babysits his nephew and his friends

[chiabeanz]

The fact that he’s not in my bed right now is a crime.

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

I love when House and Wilson are arguing in the middle of a big case, and the conversation goes like this:

House: You've been hiding something from me. And I've finally figured it out.

Wilson: I'm hiding lots of things from you.

House: I went through your place.. I couldn't believe what I discovered.

Wilson: Damn you weren't supposed to find out about the hole in my basement that I use for dumping bodies.

House: Yeah, well - *he freezes* Hole... hole... that's it! He's got parasitic worms up his ass!

*House rushes away, leaving Wilson sighing and thinking about how he should have hid his Beyoncé tickets better*

[blueteller]

Cale when his people commit crimes: *shudders* "How vicious...!" Cale when Cale commits crimes:

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, boothill and dr ratio with a s/o who's a detective? :3

Detective on the clock!

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Detective!Reader, Crime-solving, Witty Banter, Partnership, Mystery, Tension, Fluff, Adventure.

Warnings: Mild Language, Implied Violence, Mentions Of Crime And Investigation, Action, Slight Angst In Boothill's Storyline.

The soft chime of the clock struck midnight as you studied the crime scene evidence, furrowing your brow in concentration. Just as the details started to piece together, a figure slid into the room, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

“Late night again, love?” Aventurine’s smooth voice broke the silence, accompanied by the gentle scent of his cologne as he leaned against your desk, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Some people work for a living,” you replied, sparing him a quick, affectionate smile. “Unlike a certain risk-taker who plays the stock market as if it’s a card game.”

Aventurine chuckled, feigning an offended gasp. “Why, I’ll have you know that every investment is as strategic as a chess move. And speaking of strategy…” He slid a small, folded paper across your desk. “I managed to get some information that might help with that case of yours. A little gift, courtesy of the IPC.”

You took the paper, heart thumping as the details unfolded. It was a lead you’d been searching for. “Aventurine… how did you even get this?”

“Do you really want to know?” He grinned, pushing his glasses up. “Or are you happy with the result?”

You leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Sometimes, I think you’re the better detective.”

“Maybe,” he mused with a wink. “But I’d rather leave the real mysteries in your capable hands.”

Together, you returned to your work—one a master of risks, the other a seeker of truth, blending your strengths to bring the shadows into the light.

The galaxy's starry expanse flickered beyond the viewport as Boothill silently reloaded his revolver, checking each chamber with practiced ease. You leaned back, arms folded, watching his every move.

“Any idea what’s waiting for us down there?” you asked, squinting at the worn map on the dashboard. The old freighter rumbled beneath you, navigating its way through treacherous asteroid fields toward the IPC's latest outpost.

Boothill's sharp teeth flashed in a grin. “Justice, sweetheart. That’s all that’s waiting. And maybe a little trouble, if I’m lucky.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your lips twitch into a smile. “Lucky, huh? You mean reckless.”

“That, too,” he drawled, glancing over his shoulder at you. “That’s why I have you, my little detective. Keepin’ me on the straight and narrow.” His eyes gleamed with affection. “Mostly.”

“Someone has to,” you said, crossing the room to stand beside him. “I may not have your… firepower, but I’d like to think my detective instincts are keeping us both alive.”

He reached out, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Those instincts of yours are sharper than any blade. Once we hit that outpost, keep your eyes open. They’ll have what we need, but I’ll need you watching my back.”

And with a quick, heated kiss, you both turned back to the task at hand—a vengeful cowboy and his vigilant detective, prepared to bring justice to every shadowed corner of the galaxy.

The night was quiet, a stark contrast to the tension brewing in your office. You sifted through case files, piecing together the fragments of an unsolvable mystery. Every clue, every lead pointed toward an unknown answer—until a soft knock at your door made you look up

There he stood: Dr. Veritas Ratio, the renowned genius, a glint of amusement lighting his features. He entered, a scroll of notes in hand. “I heard,” he said in that calm, assured voice, “you were looking for a missing variable.”

You blinked in surprise. “Are you offering help?”

“I’m offering insight,” he replied, placing his notes before you with a flourish. “Intuition, as you call it, though I prefer ‘scientific deduction.’”

You scanned the pages, the tiny puzzle pieces starting to fall into place with Ratio’s guidance. “You did this for me?”

He tilted his head, almost as if the thought of not helping you was absurd. “A detective’s work is not all that different from mine—chasing truth, unraveling the unknown. Besides, I find it... intellectually stimulating.” His hand brushed yours lightly as he took a seat beside you, eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of passion. “Together, I believe we might solve anything.”

You couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Then let’s crack this case, shall we?”

And as you both leaned over the papers, minds entwined in a dance of logic and intuition, you felt grateful for the brilliant man who saw mystery in the ordinary and in you, his remarkable detective.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

I feel like the Criminal Minds fandom is so unproblematic compared to most other ones, which is hilarious to me, because we’re the type of people who unwind by watching people being violently and brutally murdered.

Live footage of the CM fandom bonding murder style with memes and thirst posts:

[greatgodempresspan]

Listen, if you’re gonna remake Scooby-doo with the express purpose of making it all “adult, sexy and edgy” and you *don’t* take that opportunity to make the four of them a polycule who solve mysteries with their adorable, cowardly junkyard dog, you’re a fucking coward - I don’t know what else to tell you.

[buckingham-ashtray]

I keep forgetting that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson don’t actually live and breathe in this universe