No Pants, Please.

Oi. I'm Jay.

I'm in league with Miri, my fellow Boots Crusader of the Polite, Civil, and Sweet Variety.

23. Absurdly silly person. Grad student in English, but has a BA in and passion for Latin, too, hence the Latin handle. :]

And this is where I snark and gush about comics. Or Michelle Dockery. Or other things that I randomly but unabashedly love.

But let me be straight with you.

I'm shamelessly, hopelessly, and incorrigibly infatuated with Rose Wilson... and, well, all those damn Wilsons, really. Needless to say, I'm always game for swooning over her badass self and talking about her nonstop.

I actually run FUCKYEAHROSEWILSON.TUMBLR.COM, so you might wanna check it out!





jarvisknowsbest:

Kate Bishop by ~pumpkinbear

jarvisknowsbest:

Kate Bishop by ~pumpkinbear

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You keep a lot of secrets, and I keep none.
Wish I could go back and keep some.

You’re fireproof.
Nothing breaks your heart.
You’re fireproof.
It’s just the way you are.

You tell me you’re waiting to find someone who isn’t so hopeless.
But there’s no one.

You’re fireproof.
Nothing breaks your heart.
You’re fireproof.
How’d you get so far?

You’re a needle in the hay.
You’re the water at the door.
You’re a million miles away.
Doesn’t matter anymore.


Boyz.


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sispurrier:

…which I’ve been working-on secretly for 3 years. It’s epic and it’s dark and it’s deconstructive and it’s gorgeous and it’s mythic and it’s sleazy and it’s brutal and it’s at one and the same time the most high-concept and the most prosaically human thing I’ve ever written, and above all it… just… keeps… getting… bigger.

What you’re looking at there is a single panel, 1/6th of a normal page.

Let me repeat that from the other direction, just for clarity. There are five other panels on that same page of the same size and detail.

We have something like 280 pages of this project in the bag already.

I can’t tell you much more just yet. I can’t even tell you the name of the amazing artist of the above panel. But what I can tell you is that finally, at long…fucking…last… this project is going to be announced this year. 

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“But the final hour is called “Heroine” for a reason, as this is also a story about Joan Watson at the end of the day. In a case where Sherlock is at his weakest, and when he is unable to realize that the path to victory is failure because it means acknowledging that failure is even a possibility, it is Joan who sees more clearly. Joan isn’t afraid of Moriarty, but is rather protective of Sherlock (as both his sober companion and his partner), and the confusion that Moriarty’s emergence creates within Sherlock creates surety for Joan. If Sherlock only sees puzzles and Moriarty only sees games, Watson sees actual people: her interest in Sherlock is human, the kind of relationship that Moriarty can’t even imagine (referring to her as a mascot at one point in their lunch date). While the truth about Moriarty robs Sherlock of the most striking, human connection he believed he had ever made, the resulting investigation reaffirms a more powerful connection in his partnership with Joan, the newly discovered species of Newglassia Watsonia a metaphor for what happens when an extremely rare bee miraculously unexpectedly finds a compatible partner.”

“The Woman”/“Heroine” Recap - The A.V. Club

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patloika:

Avengers by Kris Anka.

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NATALIE DORMER.