anyone here? pls take this PC Peter Grant and DCI Thomas Nightingale
Leyendecker paintover bc this just screamed The Folly to me and I have been obsessed with these characters since discovering the book series a few weeks ago! Hope there are some fellow fans still around!
The Germans really cooked making "Hobbyless behaviour" an insult. It is both devastating, applicable to a wide range of people and behaviours, and doesn't resort to swearing.
Man ranting on the internet about the Superbowl halftime show or complaining that something is "woke"? Hobbyless Behaviour. Girls mocking another girl for not looking right? Hobbyless Behaviour. Mindless vandalism? Hobbyless Behaviour.
It is more powerful than "get a life" or the English "You're Sad" because it gets to the central point of the matter, and that is wonderful. Danke, Deutsch.
man having your life even a little bit together will really make you realize how chronically sleep-deprived and poorly fed and under-enriched everyone is and then when they turn to you to implicitly agree that that's just the natural state of existing you feel like the asshole for being like "actually I think you might benefit from eating breakfast regularly and picking up a new hobby"
2025 "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." Gift Exchange Covers
HUGE thank you to @deducitetemporacarmen for hosting this wonderful exchange once again, and to all the brilliant authors and artists!!! The first 10 will be in this post, and the last three will be in the reblog!!!
I have made these covers for you all to use however you'd like, and they are all made by me using a mix of Canva, Pinterest, and IbisPaint 💕💕💕
"Violent Disclosure"
by @justabigoldnerd
"the most natural thing in the world"
by @set-phasers-to-whump (escapismandsharpobjects on Ao3)
"Hurt Like Mine"
by @cha-melodius (chamel on Ao3)
"A Most Inconvenient Hiding Place"
by @milkyway-gaily (gailygaily on Ao3)
"Between Enemy Lines"
by zeerat on Ao3
"Cat's out the back door"
by @deducitetemporacarmen (InNovaFertAnimus on Ao3)
Signups are now open for the exchange until mid October - you can find this year’s collection and rules here!
This sounds cool! What is it and what do I have to do?
The TMFU Gift Exchange is exactly what it sounds like. You sign up right here by filling out the request and offer forms. After the sign-up closes, your offer will be matched with someone else’s requests and your requests with someone else’s offer anonymously (not necessarily the same participant). Once the matching is done, this gift exchange appears then under Assignments on your AO3 account with your assigned requests. From those requests you choose a prompt and write a fic for it with at least 1000 words in English or create fanart for it. Create a gift, get a gift!
If you are already familiar with exchanges either on AO3 or other sites, nothing about this should be too unusual, but if you’re a fan of the film who would like to participate but is new to the concept of exchanges and has questions or concerns, please check out the FAQ of the collection for more info!
Schedule:
Sign-ups open: October 12th (Sunday)
Sign-ups close: October 26th (Sunday)
Check-in: November 23rd (Sunday)
Deadline: December 18th (Thursday)
Works Revealed: December 25th (Thursday)
Creators Revealed: January 1st (Thursday)
Who do I talk to if I have questions?
If it’s not answered already in the FAQ of the collection, please feel free to comment directly on this post or send a message to me @deducitetemporacarmen with any questions or concerns. The collection email is [email protected] (also me lol).
As if he could ever forget Barbados. The circumstances necessitated a very specific type of cover—the only time Napoleon and Illya had been asked to fake being in a romantic relationship. It had come near the end of UNCLE’s run, which was probably a good thing, even though ultimately it hadn’t actually required much of them. A few casual yet affectionate touches in public, standing close together, some lingering looks. Not that different than how they usually behaved around each other, which, no, he wasn’t going to think too hard about. It had been easy to fall into that mindset, and Napoleon had worried that his careful mask had slipped enough for Illya to glimpse the too-real feelings beneath.
But then, not even a month later, UNCLE had disbanded and it was a moot point. He was never going to see Illya again. Except now he’s staring up at his former partner, being asked to pretend he’s in love again.
(Ten years after UNCLE was disbanded, Illya asks Napoleon with help with a mission that will test their partnership and blur the lines between what is a cover and what's real.)
on one hand it’s often too much for my animal brain to know about so many people and events all over the world but on the other hand today on my socials I posted a video foraging mushrooms and one of my mutuals who liked it in California posted a video sewing a 17th century dress reproduction from an original piece and one of my other mutuals who liked it in Alaska posted a video celebrating his town bringing in an entire whale and another of my mutuals who liked it in Ireland posted about their efforts removing invasive plants from a pasture and I’m like wow we all lived such different days on the same day all around the world and i got to see all of their smiles today and we all got to share in all those things from so far away. and life is beautiful and the world is beautiful and its people are so beautiful
Hiii may I ask for Napollya + a kiss while being reunited after a long time?
(this is basically a completely different 'ten years later' story lol, and this time, with 1000x more angst! just for you, ely. 😘)
The first time Illya sees him in ten years is through the scope of a sniper rifle.
It’s both horrible and wonderful, because Illya had not known for sure that he was still alive until this moment, and the relief is so overwhelming that it’s almost dizzying.
Horrible, because Napoleon is about to walk into a deal that no one was supposed to walk out of. Illya has orders to take out everyone who knew about this meeting, orders that he can’t disregard. He doesn’t know how Napoleon even got mixed up in this—last he’d heard, more than five years ago, Napoleon was spending his ‘retirement’ tracking down art stolen by Nazis during the war. Perhaps these guys were also involved in art trafficking, or perhaps Napoleon got bad intel, but the end result is this: Illya can’t let him leave here alive.
He sees the moment Napoleon realizes what is happening. As the men collected for the deal are all picked off, one by one, until only he is left. Napoleon turns unerringly toward him, staring at Illya’s location like he can see where he’s hidden in a building two hundred meters away. He can’t, of course. But Illya’s skin still breaks out in goosebumps.
He takes a deep breath. Aims carefully.
Fires.
The gun and gear, he leaves behind. Unimportant. The only thing that matters now is the man he’s left bleeding on the pavement. Everyone else was dead in a single shot. Napoleon, though, will be in agony. That part was a necessary evil. Illya runs harder than he ever has in his life—harder than Berlin when he chased the car, harder than the time he sprinted to drag Napoleon out of a burning building, harder than he’d run to save his own life in Buenos Aires. He runs until his heart feels like it’s going to explode, and then keeps going.
When he gets to the location, Napoleon has dragged himself away from where he’d fallen, but he’s left a helpful trail of blood. Illya had shot him in the leg—couldn’t risk Napoleon running off, but also couldn’t risk that he might bleed out before Illya got there. Napoleon will no doubt be furious with him.
Illya doesn’t care. Only one thing matters now.
He finds Napoleon trying to use his own tie as tourniquet to stem the bleeding, and immediately comes face-to-face with Napoleon’s pistol. Illya puts his hands up, hoping he won’t shoot. He wouldn’t blame Napoleon if he did, though.
“I knew it was you,” Napoleon says, his voice ragged with pain. “You shot me in the leg, asshole. What if I can’t walk after this?”
Illya inches closer. “I’m sorry, Cowboy. I had to. You are supposed to be dead.”
“I figured,” Napoleon groans. He drops the pistol, and Illya’s at his side in an instant. “You should have just killed me.”
“I couldn’t,” Illya says as he takes over Napoleon’s sloppy wound dressing. Ridiculous Cowboy. He could lose the leg, if not for Illya. Napoleon looks at him, his expression raw and open in a way Illya has only rarely seen. “Never.”
Illya focuses on stabilizing Napoleon’s wound. He’ll need more care. Illya fights with the urge to take him back to the safehouse. It’s a terrible idea, but Illya is alone on this mission. No one would know. But maybe Napoleon wouldn’t go. Wouldn’t trust him, after all this time. After what Illya just did to him. Illya couldn’t blame him.
“Peril,” Napoleon says, trying to get his attention. Illya can’t meet his eyes. “Illya. Любимый.”
Illya freezes. They’d been close, before Napoleon left. But not… that. No matter how much Illya’s heart wished it were otherwise.
“Come here,” Napoleon says, somewhere between a request and an order.
Finally, Illya looks up at him. Napoleon’s eyes are bright and clear, despite the fact that he must be in enormous pain, and Illya is drawn in by them. Once he’s within striking distance, Napoleon closes a bloody fist in Illya’s shirt and drags him closer, closer, until their noses bump together.
“You disobeyed orders to save my life,” Napoleon says, his voice low and rough.
“Not the first time,” Illya huffs. Not even close.
And Napoleon kisses him. It’s surprisingly soft, surprisingly hesitant. Once upon a time, Illya had imagined kissing Napoleon would be a battle of wills. But Napoleon kisses him like a question, and surprisingly, Illya has an answer. After all this time, somehow it’s simple, when it comes down to it. It feels right.
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