myth’s tome of… posts?

myth!! she/her. your angel ellipsis. currently obsessed with critical role and a variety of other things. pfp from @crowesn’s picrew :)

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i would like to apologize for assigning teor “can’t go back” by the crane wives. my bad guys.

“it’s not fair (all things end and all things change) / it’s not fair (you’ll look back and laugh someday) / it’s not fair (or at least you’ll learn to be okay)”

“you’ve got to carry, carry, carry on / carry on / it’s time to learn to be / more forgiving of yourself”

at first it was abt teor and the falconer’s rebellion. now its abt teor consoling his friends :(

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assigning CR4 characters “the crane wives” songs!!

• thimble — take me to war (“take me to war, i dare you / i’ll be the sweetest thing / to ever scare you / give me a fight i can’t resist”) (“but i keep snapping at goliath’s hands”)

• wick — arcturus beaming (“this blinding light, this reckoning / there’s more to life than suffering / but there’s still time / it’s not too late / nothing will change until i change”)

• tyranny — scars (“we were fucked from the start”) (“was i born with a hole in my heart?”) (“but i couldn’t help you build it, and i dont know why”)

• kattigan — black hole fantasy (“even in my fantasy, i cant commit to believing / that I’ll get what i want, im afraid of what i want”) (“the months blur together / i watch the ceiling buckle / i wonder when it’s caving in”)

• teor — can’t go back (“you can’t always be trying to dig up / what you’ve already buried”) (“it’s not fair (when have you ever known the world to be fair?)”)

• julien — not the ghost (“if only i could break the chain of disappointment weighing me down / shake off the ghosts that whisper warnings whenever you’re not around / i won’t be afraid of all the things that i wanted”)

• thaisha — the garden (“put your ear to my heart, or set your teeth against my throat / give me something pretty to wear beneath my bloodstained clothes / my darling, the devil knows my name”)

• vaelus — time will change you (“someday / time will change you / you’ll leave behind what doesn’t move / time will change you / we all outgrow our roots”)

• occtis — turn out the lights (“a running list of all your doubts and your dead ends”) (“what good has ever come of it, what answers will you find?”)

• azune — scars (“all the love, all the kindness, all your best laid plans / couldn’t stop me from becoming the way that i am”) (“maybe born in a storm beneath an angry sky”)

• hal — allies or enemies (“now you’re not so quick to forget / are we allies or enemies? / this will be the death of me x2 / all is fair in love, and war / but i cant fight with you anymore”)

• murray — hard sell (“im one deep breath away from a breakdown / my nerves are wrecked and coming unbound”) (“is it me? is it really just me? does everybody have it together, or are we all just pretending?”)

• bolaire — say it (“haunted by your tenderness / you gave me a soft place to land / held up a mirror, and showed me what i’ve been / hiding from for years / was that just sleight of hand?”)

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Critical Role: 10 Years of Storytelling

Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Taliesin Jaffe, in "As D&D booms, 'Critical Role' makes its own kind of nerd celebrity" by Sarah Parvini // Campaign 3, Episode 31, "Breaking Point" // On Loving by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé // The Legend of Vox Machina at NYCC 2022 // 8-bit Stories // Campaign 1 Wrap-Up // “Without You Without Them” by boygenius // Campaign 2, Episode 141, "Fond Farewells." // Campaign 3: Behind the Set // Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka // Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Explanation of the final Vex’ahlia playlist by Laura Bailey // Liam's Quest: Full Circle // Backwards by Warsan Shire // Exandria Unlimited: Kymal, Part 2 // Explanation of Fearne’s second playlist by Ashley Johnson // Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson // San Diego Comic-Con 2023, Critical Role: Fireside Chat & Cast Q&A // Exandria Unlimited Cooldown: Divergence Episode 4 // Campaign 3, Episode 23, "To the Skies." // Explanation of the final Percy playlist by Taliesin Jaffe // "For Good" by Stephen Schwartz // Campaign 3, Episode 91, "True Heroism." // Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Episode 4, "Fire and Ruin." // Campaign 3, Episode 121, "A New Age Begins."

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watching ep16 of cr4 and i am in love with all of them. this is the most ridiculous fight ive ever see in contrast to the soldier’s table rolling death saves and nat 1s like they’re going out of fashion. why does anyone hate aabria when she’s out here cracking 10/10 jokes as thaisha & in general, julien is slaying in more ways than one, occtis is the most intimidating corpse EVER, and vaelus is just vibing. not to mention aranessa “dynamic combat” royce and apparently tyranny’s sisters are fucking nerds. i wasn’t sure abt the seekers but i lobe them,,,,

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why is friendship so hard,,, i love my friends but am i even good at this

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me, headcanoning all my favorite characters as bisexual: surely this could mean nothing

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another young sherlock post? more likely than you think! (shoutout to literally everyone who has talked about this scene b4… ily)

mycroft at the family reunion dinner in constantinople????? the way he flinched at everything?? every single comment silas made and when silas touched him?? i already hated silas beforehand but that somehow made me hate him even more. like genuinely what did he do to mycroft. (i really hope that we see mycroft even more next season because max irons is phenomenal)

like this version of mycroft has, for lack of better term, so much whimsy :( he goes with his brother on cases !! he can’t sit still when he’s bored !! he loves his mom and his brother and isn’t (is) afraid to show them affection !! he stands there while his mother threatens people in french !! he casually runs through a war zone in the middle of the french revolution !! he did some detective-ing with lestrade !!

(of course, there’s also mycroft’s reservedness, his ability to make a choice and stick with it, to put on the perfect mask for any situation, etc etc but that’s another post)

so seeing the impact of his father’s presence on him made me sad, and also made his character feel very specifically real to me.

anyway! i love this version of mycroft holmes.

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if i like two characters enough they eventually end up kissing. sorry i don’t make the rules

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all i’ve ever known

young sherlock, sherlock holmes/james moriarty, ~1.5k, spoilers for the ending! angst & fluff. first time sharing my writing online haha :)

summary: Sherlock & James are heading back to London, but after everything they’ve been through, who are they to eachother?

A/N: this entire fic is inspired by hadestown, but specifically “all i’ve ever known.” it’s referenced in the title, as well as the story below, so everyone say thank you anaïs mitchell. i don’t think this needs any warnings besides being a tad ooc @ one part…! ALSO this was originally written in docs so some stuff might be a little bit formatted weirdly. now, without further ado! <3

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Sherlock couldn’t quite put his finger on where exactly it went so wrong.

That is a lie, of course. The moment James saw that damn equation— no, further back— the moment James saw Silas actioneering death itself? No— the moment James saw him.

Yes. That seems to be the answer. James saw Sherlock, and then Sherlock saw James, and they held the world in their hands for but a brief stretch of time where they had everything.

(He had everything for 5 minutes. Why couldn’t it be longer than 5 minutes?)

And then, the world tilted on its axis, and James was intoxicated with the thought of a crown and Sherlock was left with no friend, no father, no stability besides a dear brother who’d fashioned himself Mother and Father and more, and a Mother who needed time to fashion herself again.

(He’s so glad he has them. Where would he be without Mycroft Holmes? Who would he be without Cordelia?)

… Naturally, of course, Sherlock is sitting across from a sleeping James on the train from Constantinople to London. He doesn’t appear dastardly— he looks… soft. Unruly curls a little singed, a little too to the right with his head pressed against the window. Mouth not set in its plaster smile, simply slightly agape as his breathing steadies. Eyelashes— God, what did James do to deserve such a face as this?— and freckles like stars brushing his cheeks.

Sherlock studies him for a very long time.

He knows what pocket the equation is in. He knows what pocket James likes to put a hand in.

He wishes Mother was here to distract him, but she, Beatrice, and Mycroft are in another train compartment. (Beatrice didn’t know what to do with only her and the mother she used to think was insane). It would be very easy to leave James here, slip away from this predicament. But Sherlock finds himself rooted in place.

Being around James is like— for the first time, in a very long time, there is sunlight. And Sherlock cannot get enough of it, cannot get enough of the feeling when he and James know each others thoughts five seconds before the other does. Of course, that was before the equation. Now he’s not sure he even knows who James is. He wishes he did.

The carriage jolts, and James wakes with a start, flinching away from the door. He doesn’t acknowledge Sherlock until he’s smoothed his hair back into place and fixed his jacket.

“See somethin’ you like, Holmes?” James grins at him, like everything is how it should be. (God, does Sherlock wish—)

“Hm. That depends on whether you’d be willing to part with your ensemble. It would look rather dashing on myself, don’t you think?” Sherlock answers quickly, gesturing back at himself.

“Ah, I was thinking the same of your tie!” James chuckles, smile bright. Sherlock smiles back. This is what he wants.

It’s quiet for a moment, then—

“James.” He doesn’t want to broach this topic.

James cocks an eyebrow at him. The light from the window is hitting his eyes at exactly the right angle.

(Suddenly, there’s sunlight all around them).

“You didn’t take the equation just in case, did you? You took it so you could sell it, maybe even Beatrice too. James, why? That agent cost Xiao Wei everything. That agent cost me my— cost me Silas. Almost cost you your life, James, and mine too, and really, everybody’s! It’s not worth anything.” Sherlock has already lost this conversation.

James just leans back and stares at him, like he doesn’t quite know what to do. But he does, of course. He responds in his damn accent:

“Okay. So you’d rather I leave it in that mine and let someone else figure it out before us, and then sell it to everyone just like your father was planning? Sherlock, with this, we can control who the agent goes to, if anyone at all!We can be anyone we want to be. If you really want, we can just—“

“But that’s the thing, James. I don’t want this. I don’t want— any of this. I just want to destroy, light it on fire, crumple it up and tear to pieces, whatever, just get rid—“

“—of it? You’re only delaying the amount of time between someone else figuring out what those chemicals do. We—“

“That’s better than the alternative, James!” Time hesitates, slows down. They’d stood at some point, apparently. Possibly between the James and Sherlock of it all.

But now Sherlock has careened forward into James, gripping his jacket tightly as his hands shake.

“… Sherlock? You there, love?” James asks. Sherlock is holding onto him, but he’s holding Sherlock up. He pulls them both back down onto the same bench.

“I…” Sherlock’s vice grip on James’ jacket lessens. “…yes. Why, I do believe we were in the middle of an argument, James.” Sherlock notes absentmindedly. He rubs circles on the embellished buttons of James’ coat.

James laughs. He can’t help it. “Indeed we were, Sher. But I don’t think so, now.” James moves his arms to be around Sherlock, to hold him close, and he cannot help but think that he is holding the world in his arms.

(A song bird sings outside).

Silence, for a moment.

“James?”

“Yes, Sherlock?”

“I don’t want to lose you like this. I don’t want to do this like this. I just— I just want everything to stay as it is. I don’t want the wind to change on us.” Sherlock quietly admits. James' embrace has grounded him, but it seems as though it has also made an honest man of him.

James breathes out, in. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Sherlock,” (Shure-lock). “You will never lose me, so long as I don’t lose you. I rather think I would like to hold you forever, if you don’t mind.” James confesses into the quietness of the train compartment, holding Sherlock a little closer, not quite looking at him.

Sherlock’s hand twitches, as he hesitates for a moment, but he slowly brings his hand up to James face, giving him time to pull away. But he doesn’t. So Sherlock cups James face with a single hand and turns them so they're facing each other. James let’s him do all of it.

His eyes are wide— surprised? No— shocked. He’s looking at Sherlock in a way he can’t quite decipher.

Albeit, that may be because he is so caught up in the colors of James’ eyes.

“We get rid of the equation. We go back home. We figure out what this key is for. We keep solving mysteries, together, though maybe not ones where I’m accused of murder, but I’m not too picky, and—“ Sherlock is saying this so surely, so decisively, leaving no room for argument. James stares back at him, foreheads almost touching.

And James, well. He knows how it feels to kill, how it feels to be the most powerful person in the world, even if no one else knows yet. He can feel the ghosting of a crown on his brow. He knew how the world worked, how it was, how it beat you down, and down, and further still till you managed to snag a fingernail onto a ledge and drag yourself back up.

But he also knows how it feels to hold the world in your arms. How it feels to see hope in the world in places where he once thought there was none. Because of Sherlock. He can see them, 10 years from now, beyond Oxford and lies— he can see them happy. And in spite of himself, in spite of the taste he has gotten for power, he says:

“Okay.”

Sherlock’s ramblings pause. He pulls back to look James over, but his hand is still cool where it rests on James’ cheek. “Really?” He asks. He looks at James with those damn eyes, and for once in his life, he is not afraid to be lost.

“Yes. I promise.”

“You… do?” It is in a Holmes’ nature to question.

“I do,” James laughs. “I’m being honest, Sherlock. You’re— worth it.”

Sherlock’s smile in return is radiant, and James cannot help it, God help him. He kisses him as surely as he’s ever done anything in his entire life.

Sherlock blinks, pulls back, and says breathily, “Well! I suppose that does explain some things.”

James throws his head back and laughs. And then he kisses him again. It’s clumsy and nothing like he’s used to. It’s perfect.

(Maybe it will turn out well this time. On the road to Hell, there was a railroad line).

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“if its true” (hadestown live from london). james moriarty from young sherlock. send telegram.

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young sherlock is SO GOOD. i have Many Thoughts but for right now: cordelia holmes is amazing. i love her so very much. honestly in terms of best fictional mums she is already very high on the list. love love love the scene of her, sherlock and james breaking into that building in london. love her regaining her agency and her razor-sharp wit and her care and her joy !!

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im seeing a few spoilers (bc i can’t help myself) about the schemers table anD IM SO EXCITED IVE BEEN SO HYPE FOR THEM SINCE THE BEGINNING. im a few episodes behind but when i catch up AHHH

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who let me download tumblr all the ART is INSPIRING ME this is RIDICULOUS

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i love the moment in episode 8 of CR4 when teor and kattigan get to the top of one of castle sloak’s towers. like it’s just kind of such a light hearted little moment for kattigan (b4 throwing a man off said tower). and teor that entire episode was hilarious, travis is having so much fun