☕🎧 HESLISTENING. an independent portrayal of dr. frasier crane from nbc's frasier.
consoled by viv. exclusive with @curiosityshop's roster of frasier/cheers muses. sherry, anyone?
info / bio.
PERSONAL BLOGS DNI.
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Three Goblin Art
Sade Olutola
Stranger Things
Jules of Nature

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
$LAYYYTER

pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Kaledo Art

Product Placement
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
cherry valley forever

#extradirty
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@heslistening
☕🎧 HESLISTENING. an independent portrayal of dr. frasier crane from nbc's frasier.
consoled by viv. exclusive with @curiosityshop's roster of frasier/cheers muses. sherry, anyone?
info / bio.
PERSONAL BLOGS DNI.
FRASIER | 1.04 - I Hate Frasier Crane
taking first place in the stating the obvious championships but both fras and connie are on low activity for the foreseeable -- and for once, it's for a nice reason! i'm in the early days of editing one novel (og connie's) and actively publishing another for a small but devoted audience elsewhere. longform has a chokehold on me. striving to limit my writing here to oneliners to make it feel like less "work", which is interesting given that BOTH of these characters are nothing but mouths. if there's a viv-shaped hole in your life, i'm here!!! chat to me!!! about our muses! about our lives! whateves!
there is little more mutt enjoys than watching some people squirm.
"are you," unspoken como se dice in the deliberate three-seconds-long pause, "projecting."
don't answer don't answer don't answer don't
"i would've choked the life out of a man thrice my size to have had someone call me intriguing."
gooshie shrinks, visibly a little hurt.
"oh, right. ah. well, i figured i should get another opinion. about houseplants. i'm not much of a plant guy. more of a computer guy."
"well, i am neither, so... although--" he brightens, mouth stretching in a joyous grin.
"you know, i did copy and paste clinical notes yesterday, using the keyboard rather than the--" his hand gropes for an imaginary mouse. "a shortcut, they call it. is that right? and i must say, i did feel a certain unexpected sophistication -- you must be riding that high each day!"
he ignores that.
"this place looks like the british museum and ikea had a baby."
he's never been in an ikea. that could contain shades of a compliment, for all his autistic ass knows.
"might i remind you that i cohabitate this space with my ageing, blue-collar father." so all the questionable interior design decisions can, and will be, attributed to martin. "our household is a democracy -- with all the drawbacks of the system."
"What, you seriously think I didn't notice? Come on, Frasier, I know you. You're crazy about him. It's okay to admit it." // @heslistening liked for a starter!
he shakes that big dome with pathetic adamency. when in doubt -- or when alarmed -- he will revert to an old favourite: clinical condescension.
"developing... infatuations, for those closest to you, particularly when those infatuations are formed during periods of high stress -- is perfectly normal, roz. expected, even." his tone flattens. eyes avert. "and often without any real foundation."
highkey love it when (respectful) personal blogs follow me like yayyyyy you guys believe in gay frasier too
one of my favourite fras eras is what me and roz call the "cowabunga" years (15-16)
more than willing to write young fras btw. everyone knows he's gay and autistic but him. 💔
victory—frasier realizing he's been had—leaves a shadow of something approaching mirth around and behind the unreadable dark of mutt's eyes.
"intriguing young fellow, i mean. just say you're strange."
"i could." he can't, clearly. we've demonstrated that.
"but you look as though you're at the sort of age where such descriptors could inspire insecurity." though he's no longer certain this is a child, and not some sixty-year-old with dwarfism.
200ct of Dr. Fraiser Crane from NBC's Frasier for @heslistening
Commission Open ($5.00 for 100ct)
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"David," Freddy begins after he crouches down to his little cousin's level. "Buddy. You're not... actually thinking of fighting those guys, are you?"
"If there's to be scuffs, they'll be scuffs of honor!" David, doing a surprisingly apt imitation of his father, sticks his finger up in the air. His little face is set in a determined pout, hand on his hip. Freddy resists the urge to roll his eyes, but he can't quite hide the fond smile.
"But you don't really want to hurt them, do you?"
"No," David's eyes are big and wide, close to tears at the very idea, "but-but you beat up some kids when they were mean about Uncle when you were little, Freddy, and you know everything! So if they keep being mean about my mommy--"
"David, that's really sweet, but I don't know everything, and I definitely didn't back then--" Freddy begins, before pausing, flushing pink. "Wait a minute. H-how'd you hear about that?"
He doesn't actually see @heslistening 's face behind him, but he can picture what it looks like, and he winces.
"Aw, geez."
That was a pretty solid impression of their Grandpa.
it's the scuffs of honor that lifts frasier's head from behind the newspaper. (he had considered taking the boys to a movie. he understands they have a modest amount of space in which to sell a picture, but even an encyclopedia volume couldn't convince him to take them to the country bears.) if anyone's qualified to judge imitations of niles, it's lab rat numero uno.
and the kid's right on the money.
it's the being mean about my mommy that gets him out of the chair, standing tall, newspaper folded under his arm. avuncular battery super-charged.
it's -- well, it needs no specifying, what makes him stop in his tracks halfway into the kitchen.
his gaze lingers on the back of his boy's skull. then he side-steps, drops his eyes.
"how did you hear about that, david?"
"alright, who let you in here?"
@escapedartgeek
"you've never mentioned this before."
@curiosityshop
"i have learned the hard way that endometriosis won't fit on a cake."
copernicus called, and you are NOT the centre of the universe. 🍸