(inspired by Ruby Sparks)
Nothing ever happens to John Watson. Not since the army doctor returned from Afghanistan. So when his therapist suggests he get into writing books, he decides to give it a try, writing mystery stories under the pseudonym Arthur Conan Doyle. Through this, John creates Sherlock Holmes, the most brilliant consulting detective the world has ever seen.
But John gets the surprise of his life when he wakes up one morning to find the character in his living room, as human as human beings can get, urging the writer to come along with him on a case. Sherlock is a handful - highly intelligent and observant but arrogant and sarcastic - exactly how John had described him, actually. It’s an absolute battlefield as they solve case after case, but John realizes he wouldn’t have written it any other way.
you scared, Seth?
I want this more than breathing. THAN BREATHING!
NEED. Need more than breathing!
In grade 3 people used to bully me and call me donkey because apparently I looked like one and I would always reply with “Donkeys are cute therefore i’m cute!” And one day this kid was like, ” No donkeys are ugly creatures that poor people use for transportation” and I replied with “AT LEAST PEOPLE LIKE TO RIDE ME!” And my teacher started laughing and I didn’t know why until today because I just realized what I said omg
THORA THE EXPLORER
SWIPER I SAY THEE NAY SWIPING
I NEED THOU HELP! GRAB YOUR HAMMER. LET US GO. JUMP IN. YOU CAN LEAD THE WAY.
It happened like this.
Tony, in his usual fashion, was drunk, and well on the way to being hammered. That was a term that was still foreign to Thor, albeit one that made him smile. Whenever Tony warned that he was getting hammered, Thor would grin broadly and nod at Mjolnir and Tony would get a fit of the giggles.
It was entertaining for both.
And so it was the week before Halloween that Tony, downing another scotch on the rocks, suddenly slammed down the tumbler and shouted. “Yes! That’s it!”
No one blinked. Everyone carried on with their activities, having become well used to Tony’s outbursts.
He pouted and stumbled out from behind the bar, a little wobbly on his feet. “I said,” he began, raising a finger to point in the direction of the television,” I got it!”
Natasha sighed and finally turned to face him. “Got what?”
Having an audience at last, Stark grinned and fumbled over to the couch, patting Thor on the back. “What Goldilocks is going to be for Halloween.” He widened his eyes for effect.
“This Hallow Ween, it is what the Celts refer to as Samhain?” Thor asked with a placid smile.
“Yeah, yeah, that, anyways, I know what you’re going to be, Hercules.”
“Whatever.” Tony pointed at the television. “That.”
All eyes looked at the screen. There, on Nick Jr., was Dora The Explorer.
“He’s gonna be Dora,” Clint replied slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. As far as he was concerned, at the moment he was.
“No, no, no, no, not Dora.” Tony flopped onto the couch next to Thor. He grinned up at the taller man and punched him in the shoulder. “He’s going to be Thora. Thora the Explorer!”
Tony collapsed into a fit of giggles as Thor nodded and grinned, amused by the billionaire’s antics. Tony punched him again, laughing, and Thor returned the gesture.
Tony flew a good five feet from the gentle shove. “THORA THE EXPLORER!” he cackled from the floor.
so when i was like 8 years old these kids in my neighborhood thought it would be funny to put stickers over some of the letters on this speed limit sign so that it said “pee limit” and i haven’t really matured since then i still laugh every time i walk by it