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[bakerstreethound]

For the anniversary celebration!

🍷- you mentioned angst and I'm here to deliver :') so in season 3 there's the scene where sherlock speaks with an imprisoned Moriarty in a padded cell. But according to the rules of Sherlock's mind palace he can only imagine places he's been. Which means at some point or another Sherlock was in a padded cell himself–

(I've wanted to write a fic on this for years but I don't have the strength to go near it lol)

🍷- on another note, I'm obsessed with how Sherlock's real first name is William and as a fandom we've all collectively decided to ignore it

Ali, my dear, helloo! It's always a delight to see you here on my dash and in the dms heck I love seeing you and talking to you! I hope you're well. Sorry for taking eons on answering you back here but thank you for popping by to celebrate 💕

(Also please be warned there is mention of suicide ideation below paired with the sherlock angst)

In regards to these thoughts you have sent, you're my fellow in angst fic and that idea is absolutely heart wrenching. I wonder if he was in a payche ward because he tried to hurt himself during uni and he couldn't escape his mind and you're an intern there studying psyche and become his rock through the whole ordeal and later become his friend. Needless to say he doesn't forget you because you're the saving grace and one to pull him from the hellish landscape of his mind at that period of time and made him realize how much to life there's worth living.

Needless to say Ali, this idea is heart wrenching and makes me want to pepper Sherlock with so much love but it is also brilliant and the message of hope it could bring. Gosh 🥺🥺🥺 this could be a heavy one but the potential is so nice and this makes me want to dissect it more. I love your brain 💕🫶

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I concur that I also love how the Sherlock fandom has ignored his given name of William 😂😂😂 I'd imagine his mother would yell it at him when cross and imagine scolding him and he has such a bewildered look like "William? Don't think I know him." Can see this happening during a family gathering and Mycroft rolls his eyes and you smirk before pecking Sherlock's cheek.

I mean William the Consulting Detective would be interesting but sounds like a spinoff show 😆 Oh the horror I can see plastered on Sherlock's face mentioning that 😂😂😂

This has all been so much fun to ramble on about agh thank you a thousand times over, Ali!!! 💕🥰

Ace's 5yr Celebration

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art dump

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The Invincible Iron Man - The Marvel Super-Heroes (1966)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x4 | 7x4

[queen-paladin]

I love you "boring" female characters. I love you ingenues. I love you female characters who aren't "modern" enough. I love you female characters who aren't "badass" enough. iI love you female characters who aren't "empowering" enough. I love you quiet female characters. I love you unappreciated female characters. I love you polite female characters. I love you female characters who "can't appeal to modern audiences." I love you frightened female characters. I love you female characters labeled as not complex just for being nice. I love you female characters who get criticism just for not being their tomboy or femme fatale counterpart. I love you silk hiding steel trope.

[hero-tweets]

PART ELEVEN - The curses-!

I agree with John tbf, I think Gotham would be just as much of a horror without all the curses.

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[owarinaki]

Frieren Manga illustration art 1

part 1 // part2 // part 3

[outerjersey]

If you turn your head a little to the right…

A little to the right…

A little…to the right…

[...]

There's a shadow crossing the floor. A searchlight outside that is outlining the inhuman silhouette against the window.

[yumedoca]

Redraws of two manga illustrations I really like..

[diamondcz27]

Father and son in other universes

[bakerstreethound]

🪻-since it's your anniversary, What has been your favourite experience here on Tumblr and what are you most looking forward to in the future? :)

🎻- saturn, sleeping at last & cherry wine, hozier <3

Hi Ali! Thank you for sending this in, I appreciate you (:

I can't think of one singular favorite experience I've had here on Tumblr, but I think it has to be meeting all these wonderful artists and writers such as you who are always so kind and give the most wonderful feedback. Another one was when I went out on a limb and introduced the Sherlock community to my softer version of Sherlock (Strawberry Sherlock) and he ended up being accepted without question and it makes me smile. In the future, I'm not sure what I'm most looking forward to but probably finding more fandoms and other wonderful writers and people on this platform.

Music/Song things - There will be spoilers for Good Omens Season 2 here so look away of you haven't seen it, yet!

Saturn by Sleeping at Last and Cherry Wine by Hozier: I can't decide who fits each song more if it's Aziraphale & Crowley or Crowley and Aziraphale. (I may have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy it! And may need its own post soon)

Both of these songs make me think of their separation and Aziraphale reminiscing about the first time he met Crowley in the skies as he was creating the nebula all beautiful and sublime and not a care in the world.

Orbiting Souls

Aziraphale would find himself searching for Crowley's smile any hints of him lingering but Heaven is oh so lonely and bleak, his status as Archangel changing nothing other than making him feel more alone and craving for a time back on Earth. Nothing is the same, not without Crowley.

Crowley is doing very much the same as he drinks alone curled up in the safety of the Bentley and he finds himself looking up at the stars wondering when his angel will be back, remember the error of his ways.

Say give it six months or so (felt like an eternity), Crowley goes back to the bookshop patrolling around it, he can't exactly help it and on the floor, there's his angel, his wings spread as if he's just collapsed.

Aziraphale pulls himself to his feet, looking at a perplexed Crowley who shuffles his feet, unsure what to do. He pushes his sunglasses higher on his face, expression bleak as if he's in a dream.

"Crowley- I'm...I'm so sorry," Aziraphale speaks quietly, his voice rough, his purple hues almost startling Crowley with their intensity. Since when had Zira gotten so close? His body thrummed, he wanted to pull away but Aziraphale is magnetizing even with a new shade of eyes.

His angel came back for him. He knows this, feels it. Crowley doesn't pull away, not when Aziraphale strokes his cheek, shy and unsure, fully taking in the contour of his face, tracing his thumb along Crowley's lips, stained red from the countless bottles of wine he'd consumed.

"Could you ever forgive me? I realized....I...I was wrong I can't do this without you. I was wrong about Heaven, I was wrong about us, I should've chosen you....It's always been you, Crowley and I-"

"Oh, angel," Crowley hesitates before stroking his finger over Aziraphale's cheek, starting into a hopeful tear-stained gaze, his hand falling to the small of Aziraphale's back. "You know I have nothing more to say on the matter. I gave you time."

The silence passes eerily quiet.

"Yes and I came back! For my sake I...I adore you Crowley. I can't bear to be without you. The universe calls your name to me every hour of the day! I'm hopeless without you. I'm nothing."

Aziraphale shakes in Crowley's arms, sobs staining the front of his shirt, burning through and he bites back a hiss. And there they stay in each other's embrace before Crowley pulls Aziraphale on to the sofa, the one that has years of history between them and Aziraphale says nothing, tears brimming in his eyes again as he leans into Crowley, oh so carefully taking off his glasses.

"Won't you say something?"

"I -"

That's all Crowley manages before Aziraphale's lips are meeting his own and he doesn't break away, feeling the love, the blinding truth shining through. Aziraphale has broken away, they were an us, it was them and nothing more than the universe. Just as it should been and as it shall always be. Crowley has never felt freer than to fall again, gracefully this time into the arms of an angel who had finally, finally come to their senses.

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Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

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With shortness of breath, I'll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

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[bakerstreethound]

Awe thank you for the tag Ali 🥰💕 @starks-hero

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[cherryteddy]

Halloween Special begins🎃 No need explanation. It's just happened to Steve and Tony when October comes.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

I feel so dumb for never having realized this before but I was thinking about the bookend in AGoT between the Others, the dragons, and two heroes: Waymar Royce and Daenerys Targaryen.

While squaring off against the Others, Waymar Royce asks for a dance.

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night’s Watch.

It’s notable that this scene is eerily silent save for the bits of dialogue. And when Waymar’s dance finally begins, there’s a notable lack of music.

The pale sword came shivering through the air. Ser Waymar met it with steel. When the blades met, there was no ring of metal on metal; only a high, thin sound at the edge of hearing, like an animal screaming in pain. Royce checked a second blow, and a third, then fell back a step. Another flurry of blows, and he fell back again.

I’ve always asserted that Ser Waymar is a failed last hero if we judge his success based off Old Nan’s blueprint.

So as cold and death filled the earth, the last hero determined to seek out the children, in the hopes that their ancient magics could win back what the armies of men had lost. He set out into the dead lands with a sword, a horse, a dog, and a dozen companions. For years he searched, until he despaired of ever finding the children of the forest in their secret cities. One by one his friends died, and his horse, and finally even his dog, and his sword froze so hard the blade snapped when he tried to use it. And the Others smelled the hot blood in him, and came silent on his trail, stalking him with packs of pale white spiders big as hounds—”

Both Ser Waymar and the last hero lost their companions and both had their swords shatter to the cold. Yet Waymar failed to complete one important step: find the children of the forest. The children are also known as “the singers”. So it’s notable that Ser Waymar attempts to dance without any music(ians) to accompany him. And because he does so, his dance ends in failure.

But then we have Daenerys Targaryen in the Dothraki Sea.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

Dany performs a miracle in bringing dragons to life, the first person to do so in centuries. And these dragons sing a song that proclaims her, an exiled young princess and a widow, Azor Ahai reborn - the champion of fire, and warrior of light.

This bookend between the first and last chapters is so poignant. It’s not just that fire has returned to combat Ice. It’s that Dany brought back the music necessary to complete this dance. We start the book with a failed hero and end it with the rise of a true one; also interesting that Waymar’s end comes while he’s down on his knees whereas Dany rises to her feet reborn.

This makes Dany’s identity as the promised prince(ss) all the more impressive.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door.

Waymar failed because he didn’t have a song to accompany him. Yet Dany has a song to dance to. A song of fire.

I think this raises some interesting questions regarding the nature of this great conflict. There not only has to be a song to dance to, but it seems that there is a key distinction between the singer and the dancer. Rhaegar Targaryen failed to fulfill the prophecy because he was the singer and not the dancer. His role was to provide the hero’s musical accompaniment. In a way, it’s almost like he as the bard is the herald. And the herald is rarely, if ever, the main character. So notice how Rhaegar heralds the hero, the king, while looking at Dany.

But! - there’s different kinds of songs. Dany has one, made by her dragons. But it’s not be the only one. The children of the forest are heavily associated with the last hero and while Waymar Royce is dead, there lives another: Bran Stark.

Bran found the children, the singers, and is a step closer to completing the last hero’s journey.

Now Bran is an interesting case.

“Go,” Bran whispered to his own horse. He touched her neck lightly, and the small chestnut filly started forward. Bran had named her Dancer. She was two years old, and Joseth said she was smarter than any horse had a right to be.

He has a dancing horse but at some point has to leave her behind. So does that mean that he has to learn to do the dancing in his own way?

And I find it interesting that Bran has a female dancer horse because this creates a neat parallel with Dany, a dancer who may also be the stallion that mounts the world; if it’s not her, then it has to be her mount, Drogon. This is important if we consider that the last hero, Azor Ahai/the promised prince, the Stallion That Mounts the World, etc. are all different yet complimentary manifestations of one heroic legend.

But the issue of songs doesn’t end there because there still exists one Jon Snow, another version of the last hero and promised prince. Jon isn’t a bard but he has been positioned as being adjacent to dancers. I won’t harp on about Jon’s parallels with Waymar Royce because they’ve been done to death. But it seems that Jon, like Bran and Dany, will succeed where Ser Waymar failed.

Because not only does Jon have music to herald him:

That night he dreamt of wildlings howling from the woods, advancing to the moan of warhorns and the roll of drums. Boom DOOM boom DOOM boom DOOM came the sound, a thousand hearts with a single beat.

But he is also positioned as a last man standing among many dead heroes:

“Stand fast,” Jon Snow called. “Throw them back.” He stood atop the Wall, alone. “Flame,” he cried, “feed them flame,” but there was no one to pay heed. They are all gone. They have abandoned me.

And he has a sword that will not shatter against the cold:

“Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist.

It’s noteworthy that Jon is the son of a singer, Rhaegar Targaryen. The very singer who sang the song of ice and fire; and notice how Jon is clad in both. Plus he has been mentored by another, Mance Rayder, whom he eventually succeeds.

At a quick glance, it’s very interesting to me that Jon is constantly listening to songs beyond the Wall. There’s the song of the blue winter rose (which in a way heralds his own birth), the song of Joramun and the Horn of Winter, and many others.

It’s also noteworthy just how often giants are mentioned as the subject of songs in Jon’s POV chapters. I bring this up because of the Last of the Giants:

Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth. The last of the great mountain giants, who ruled all the world at my birth.

I think there is a parallel here between the dragons, the giants, and the children of the forest. These are all dying species, yet they linger on for the song of ice and fire still needs to be brought to completion.

And let’s consider where our heroes fit in all this. Dany commands the dragons, Bran learns from the children, while Jon begins to befriend the giants. All these creatures make musical accompaniments for our heroes to dance to.

Lastly, I’m inclined to think of the Stark girls though I’m not entirely sure where they would fit in all of this. Arya, at some point, trains to be a dancer:

On the way back to his chambers, he came upon his daughter Arya on the winding steps of the Tower of the Hand, windmilling her arms as she struggled to balance on one leg. The rough stone had scuffed her bare feet. Ned stopped and looked at her. “Arya, what are you doing?” “Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours.” Her hands flailed at the air to steady herself. Ned had to smile. “Which toe?” he teased. “Any toe,” Arya said, exasperated with the question. She hopped from her right leg to her left, swaying dangerously before she regained her balance. “Must you do your standing here?” he asked. “It’s a long hard fall down these steps.” “Syrio says a water dancer never falls.” She lowered her leg to stand on two feet. “Father, will Bran come and live with us now?”

Now Arya is no singer, but her wolf is.

In another place, his little sister lifted her head to sing to the moon, and a hundred small grey cousins broke off their hunt to sing with her.

On the other hand, Sansa is no dancer but she is known for her ability to sing. And boy does she sing beautifully.

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears. Gentle Mother, font of mercy, Save our sons from war, we pray,

In fact, a lot of Sansa’s songs are prayers for those who dance to the music of swords. Her songs are soothing, calming. And see this during Stannis’ assault on Kings Landing when she is able to calm Sandor and the noble women through the power of song. Hers is not a song to dance to, it’s a different kind though I’m not entirely sure what it entails. I do want to say, though, that Sansa is often paralleled with creates that take flight; various birds and bats. So she is a singer, much like the dragons.

I may have neglected other characters here, but I just thought it was intriguing that our main heroes (Jon, Bran, Dany, maybe Arya) are all positioned as dancers for the song of ice and fire.

[artist-ellen]

A Stark Family Portrait

Oof this was both nostalgic and painful to pull together. It hurts the same way being an adult watching 'Anastasia' hurts, we know she never saw her parents or siblings again. All that's left is the semi-abandoned castles and portraits sort of hurt.

Oh and I forgot to mention it on Ned's redesign post but way back when I read the first book, when season 1 was a twinkle in GRRM's eye, Ned was my favorite character. I am a sucker for honorable protagonists and was devastated. Who was your favorite character in book 1/Season 1?

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic or tiktok: @ellenartistic

[hero-tweets]

PART TWO - Sluttiness is inherited even through adoption.

Wanna know something about the lore? Ask me >:)

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