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magic is real you fools it happens when you make other people laugh
I generated this meme because it is exactly my life right now
[image description: typical meme format of an image and writing in capital letters at the top and the bottom. The photograph is a weasel giving a press conference. The text says: “I have so many fics to write and so many fics to read and I am just one small me.” It continues: “So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.”
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so many things try to emulate the Beatrice/Benedick relationship and so few of them get it right bc they’re like ‘oh it’s about the banter’ and YES, obviously, but if you make it JUST about the banter you’re going to fail! it’s about the RESPECT!!! it’s about the scene after Hero’s shaming where Benedick drops the banter entirely and sits there with Beatrice as she rages and weeps and then chooses to side with HER instead of the boy’s club that he’s been hanging out with for the entire play, both because he loves her and because she’s RIGHT!
like, it’s not some impulsive thing to make her like him, and it’s not just talk; he asks her if she’s sure and then he agrees and then he remains cold and determined when he meets Claudio and Don Pedro and they try to get him to joke around with them like old times. i think that’s one of the things that gets me the most; that there’s a scene that you half-expect to fall into that same sort of joking, where Claudio and Don Pedro are specifically like, “Huh, we inexplicably feel kind of sad after ruining this woman’s life and reputation, I bet Benedick will cheer us up!” and he just. utterly refuses to engage. and it’s so powerful and it’s such a tonal shift and such a strong indication of just how much he loves and values Beatrice and!! anything that gets the banter but doesn’t get that completely fails to understand their relationship! THB!!
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Holmes talking about Watson in The Lion’s Mane.
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Little Moments: Hercule Poirot & Captain Hastings Poirot 1.01: The Adventure of the Clapham Cook
Jason Anderson
British artist Jason Anderson creates colorful abstract paintings composed of pixelated swatches of pastel-toned oil paint. Up-close, the artist’s paintings look like blocky layers of shapes and color; but, from afar, his scenes—featuring cityscapes, roads, trains, and marinas—are revealed.
Anderson began his career as a stained glass apprentice, where he worked on restoring the windows of cathedrals. He soon progressed onto designing the glass murals himself, where he learned how to break down subject matter into “jigsaws” of colored sections. This approach still shines through in his paintings today—complex scenes are brought to life with simple shapes and careful consideration to hue and tone.
Aziraphale’s phone rings. He answers, expecting it to be Crowley. But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.
“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says. “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line. So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”
“Ah… I see,” Aziraphale says icily. “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”
The demon laughs. “Feeling’s mutual.”
Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep. He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.
“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.
After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.
A new replacement is sent up. This one lasts for a week and a day.
A third replacement is sent up. This one lasts for exactly four hours.
Three demons are sent up next time. Two manage to stay alive for at least five months. In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways. Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided. Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity. There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before. It feels downright heavenly.
Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post. Bribes and threats make no difference. The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling. Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.
Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him. “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully. “Been working with him for thousands of years. I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”
After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.
After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call. He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.
“Hi, angel. Lunch on me?”
OP this is exactly, completely, my kind of Aziraphale characterization I’m in love with this little fic
Random demon: I’m Crowley’s replacement
Aziraphale:
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Tell me about your OCs, please! What you wrote in the tags of that post sounds really intriguing 👀
Oh bless you @lizlensky for the ask (and @residesatshamecentral for the interest!), I’d LOVE to blather about my OCs!! :’) This noir-land story has a big ensemble cast & I won’t bore you with every single one of them (...unless you want me to!), but here’s a couple of the main players. They’re all awful people in their own way – this isn’t a particularly happy story…
But, to preface this, everything takes place in a nebulous time period (post-1945 but pre-1960) in a big city that isn’t quite New York. It’s important to know that this world has these creepy things called ‘face hounds’, essentially dogs with human heads. In this world they’re regarded as animals even though they can speak; these creatures are a rare commodity and very sought-after tools for their intelligence and tenacity.
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^The main character is Cassius (‘Cassie’) Kane, 30-ish-years-old prestigious lawyer, who has acted as defence for nearly all the different organized crime families in the City – he’s so opportunistic that he’s practically neutral in all the in-fighting, and effectively untouchable. He does this in order to be owed as many (criminal) favours as possible, because he as a hidden agenda: secretly plotting bloody revenge for his devastating WWII injury he suffered at the hands of 4 US soldiers, who have since then become senators and other men of high standing. He doesn’t care about anything else but exacting revenge on these 4 men… or does he? *wink wink* Cassie’s a widower (& sees the ghost of this deceased wife, Annie, whenever his life is in danger – as dumb as it sounds, this IS relevant to the story!). Also, he’s uptight as hell, rarely smiles & hates the nickname ‘Cassie’.
^His comrade / enabler / sort-of-love-interest (it’s complicated) – is F. Meyer Goldman, 45-ish-years-old private detective. During the war Meyer was in the Military Police which is how he first met Cassie (while investigating the ‘incident’ that caused his brutal injury); he’s since then left the force and become a super shady private dick, while occasionally acting as an information broker for Cassie. The ‘F.’ stands for ‘Feingold’ – a fact Meyer hides from everyone but Cassie.
^Meyer also employs Cassie’s little brother, Ed, in his detective firm. Ed is engaged to Meyer’s secretary/informant, Kitty, who basically holds ALL the brain cells of the establishment. [All the men are total idiots in this story.]
Meyer is privileged because he owns a face hound – the Goldman family is one of the few face hound breeders in the country, and the oldest. Goldman-bred face hounds are all called ‘Diamond Dogs’ because of their stellar pedigree. [yes, named after that David Bowie album, naturally.]
^Meyer’s beloved companion is called Bowie; he is a red nose pit bull, and he would do anything for his owner. His doglike sense of smell, hearing, reading of body language, etc. can come in very handy because he can actually speak – he can effectively be used as a lie detector. He is usually utilized as an intimidation tactic by Meyer, but sometimes also as a torture device to extract information. Bowie is a fearless fighter, and he loves to bite – he was a very good police dog in Meyer’s previous life [ACAB and so on. there’s a reason Meyer quit the force]
Anyway, that’s only a tiny surface scratch into this long-ass story! It’s got heaps grey morality and organized crime and revenge and all that good noir stuff, plus talking creepy dogs, what’s not to love? I have tons more lore & relevant characters left, so maybe I’ll show the rest of the cast sometime… hehe.
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the thing about s3 is I want 0 information on the mulefa. no teaser images; no quick shots in a promo; I want those wheely motherfuckers to just show up in the middle of an episode so we can all collectively go ‘what the fuck was that?’
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Another one, this time from lockdown two. Again, I was rather hoping this wouldn’t still be topical, but here we go.
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