Hercule Poirot.

est. Dec 2013

[iloveyoudie]

[poirott]

POIROT IS LIKE A KISS

[pcirot]

For anyone wondering:

I have no opinion on the new Poirot movie coming out. As I have not yet seen it. I love all adaptations. And TBH besides David, I find Peter’s version my favorite. (Albert Finney wasn’t to my taste unfortunately)

[temporaneous]

[poirott]

“One gentleman asked me a fascinating question - and one that had never occured to me. ‘You know what you think of Hercule Poirot, but what do you think he thinks of you?’ It was a real challenge to answer it, but I realized that I could only do so by becoming Poirot himself. 'Zis David Suchet,’ I said, 'he zinks he knows me, but, of course, he does not. He is clever, but I am brilliant.’ It was a little joke, but, once again, I was left wondering where the character ended and I, the actor, began.” - David Suchet, Poirot and Me

[askthegirldetective]

[TXT] Poirot, he has returned for a visit. Lunch?

[text] Of course, Poirot! I would love to get lunch and catch up. It’s been far too long. -ND

[pcirot]

[TXT] Bon. The usual café then. Noon. Poirot has missed you dearly ma cher amie.

[paigeatyourservice]

@pcirot liked your post: // Would anyone like starters while I’m here? I…

“Sir!” She called ahead, a bag in hand. Paige could have sworn that it was his, but he seemed to have left it behind. That said, running in a dress, no matter the practice, was never her strong suit.

“Sir, your parc-” That’s when she fell flat on her face trying to catch up to the shorter man. Not exactly her most graceful moment.

[pcirot]

Poirot had not, in fact, left a bag behind. He never would. He was bustling off to lunch when he heard the voice call. Turning on his heel, he paused when he saw her fall over. The man initially averted his eyes as falling in a dress had caused it to expose a bit more than he was comfortable, however he quickly rushed over to help.  “Mademoiselle,” he said in a concerned turn “-come, let Poirot help,”

[poirott]

“It is always difficult with Poirot to know when he is serious and when he is merely amusing himself at one’s expense. I judged it safest to say no more.” - Agatha Christie, Double Sin

[pcirot]

The Vanishing Children - Closed

[pcirot]

The bloke liked everything just so, and Dodger had to keep from snorting in amusement. Didn’t much think the detective would appreciate such a thing. Instead, he grimaced slightly even as he settled down in the indicated bench.

   “Ain’t got coin for any retaining, sir.”

And he hoped the bloke was only teasing ‘bout a fee. If he insisted on something, then Dodger couldfind a bit of coin, but he didn’t think the detective would much like that either. Working at his lip for a moment, he tried to figure on where to start. Wasn’t so much a story as a couple times noticing a thing or two, and the twinging of concern in his gut.

   “Well, I think–I ain’t sure, sir, is the thing–but I think something’s     been happening to the children.”

Sure the little ones sometimes found themselves squirreled away, needing to deal with home or school or work or sickness, but this marked more’n the usual.

   “They’re disappearing, far’s I can figure. The ones what have families     say they’re going to work, and others just vanish from the streets,     and…I dunno. It just ain’t sitting right.”

The little man’s eyes flashed when the boy had mentioned children. Poirot had always had a soft spot for them. He never had any of his own, but he had various nieces and nephews that he spoiled and doted on. This was serious, and it should be taken seriously.

“-now is not the time to be discussing coin,” was the reply before, with surprising agility for a man his age, he moved to his feet, swiped the cloth that he had been sitting on, and gestured for Dodger to lead the way.

“-we shall walk and talk. Poirot wishes for you to tell him everything. Every detail as you can remember. And to show to him where the most recent vanished child would stay. Hm? Poirot, he will help you find them. If it the last thing he does, mon cher amie,”

[rpmemes-galore]

Disney’s  Moana — Shiny  {Sentence Starters}

“Your granny lied!”

“Now, I’ll eat you.”

“I just love free food!”

“Mmm, fish dinners!”

“You will die, die, die!”

“You look like seafood.”

“Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb!”

“Be who you are on the inside.”

“You’ll never be quite as shiny.”

“Now it’s time to kick your… hiney!”

“I’ll never hide. I can’t. I’m too shiny!”

“Ouch! What a terrible performance!”

“Now, I know I can be happy as a clam.”

“Scrub the deck and make it look shiny!”

“So, prepare your final plea. Just for me.”

“You don’t swing it like you used to, man.”

“Did your granny say ‘listen to your heart’?”

“I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck.”

“Well, ______  hasn’t always been this glam.”

“Soak it in, ‘cause it’s the last you’ll ever see.”

“They chase anything that glitters. Beginners.”

“For, just like you, I made myself a work of art.”

“Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough.”

“Send your armies, but they’ll never be enough.”

“I need three words to tear her argument apart…”

“Now it’s time for me to take apart your aching heart.”

“You tried to be tough, but your armor’s just not hard enough.”

[pcirot]

The Vanishing Children - Closed

@dxdger​

   “I reckon so, sir. Keeping yourself busy, I can imagine. Well, least the papers    think so.”

Dodger responded cheerfully, easy hands tucked in his pockets. Of course, it wasn’t an accident he’d run into the famous detective, and Dodger had a hunch the bloke knew that too. Didn’t take a kindly look to some of Dodger’s work, did the Belgian.

So Dodger had to work up a bit of nerve to come speak to the bloke. Man tended to bump heads with the nobs and the peelers, both folks Dodger wasn’t as keen on bumping his own head with, but he was starting to get a’worried, and Dodger had long learned to trust his gut. It just seemed to be a matter of how far he ought to jump.

   “Have a case now, sir?”

Poirot slowly folded his newspaper, and slipped the item into his heavy woolen coat. Then with delicate fingers he plucked the pince nez from the tip of his nose and those too found themselves into the appropriate pocket. Folding gloved hands onto his lap, he turned his brilliant green eyes onto the boy and gave a polite smile.

“-as of this moment? Non,” 

A beat.

“Do you wish to retain my services Monsieur Dawkins... do you have a case that could challenge the immensely powerful grey cells of Hercule Poirot, hein?”

The man was teasing the boy, and he patted the bench beside him so he would sit. 

“-come an tell to Poirot what is troubling you mon amie,”

[poirott]

♦ Young Poirot / Holmes / Marple: Modern aesthetic ♦

[mythicalheartbeat]

Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

[pcirot]

OOC:

-dusts off pince nez, adjusts mustache, fixes bow-tie-

I’m back bitches.

[poirott]

Poirot’s chief personality characteristic was undoubtedly his overweening - but lovable - egotism. On rare occasions he would present an appearance of modesty, but it was patently so forced and false that it fooled no one. Some of his own evaluations from one story or another: “Hercule Poirot… is of a cleverness quite exceptional;” “impossible to deceive Hercule Poirot;” “me, I know everything.” - Russell H. Fitzgibbon, The Agatha Christie Companion

[incredible-tales]

[jllongwrites]

What made Hercule Poirot perfect

Agatha Christie's Belgian detective was a brilliant creation, brought to life by David Suchet's sublime acting