"Brave is what they call you until it doesn't work," I said. "Then they call you beaten. But you don't want to hear my story. You want to tell me yours."
--Lemony Snicket, File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents

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"Brave is what they call you until it doesn't work," I said. "Then they call you beaten. But you don't want to hear my story. You want to tell me yours."
--Lemony Snicket, File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents
i remembered this interview with daniel handler recently (from just after the end was first released). and like, i think of course that the way it ended up was perfect as-is, but there is something so appealing to me about the idea of them returning to olaf’s house in TPP - and under what circumstances, looking for something specific, perhaps under kit’s instruction? what does he have that anyone could want? - with a whole world of new knowledge about vfd and chef’s salads and the complexity of the world putting everything into a new perspective. it would’ve been great.
there is a line i wrote in the babybea fic that i DISTINCTLY REMEMBER writing as a reference to something lemony says in, probably, atwq. here's the thing. i can't find the fucking sentence in canon
HAHA YES I KNEW IT I FOUND IT, ?4 -
and babybea fic -
actually i will comment. j and b sharing a smoke after, and their fingers keep tangling as they pass it back and forth. b speaks french, and thus remarks about an old saying, seemingly wistful in the morning fog. there’s a polite pause as b is allowed to take his swig of the cigarette, but a quick glance at j dissolves them both into a fit of laughter. when f finds them, they’re very much in the same way, still half dressed, and still half crying, gasping for air, their cigarette all but done.
the original post has reblogs turned off, but you need the full scope of this image i think
not for the first time I am thinking about lemony, smoking outside the hotel denouement next to the taxi. lemony who smokes and doesn’t remember the exact sequence of events that led him to start, but knows he was young when he did, that he was addicted well before he was meant to have been allowed to buy them for himself. lemony who starts smoking only a couple of years after he remembered having some youthful idea that he would never be foolish enough to, and adults shouldn’t be encouraged to, until the world taught him that it wasn’t as simple as that and he changed his mind. lemony who once in his youth thought at least it gave him something of an air of mystery. but now it’s just another curse, one he doesn’t have the energy to try to break.
happy pride month to all the tragic queers of the vfd
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"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".
klaus baudelaire would love wordle. first thing in the morning.
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so often I lose my mind thinking about jacques snicket saying "a day is coming soon when all of our enemies will be defeated" while knowing full well that there will always be fire starters but also really truly believing that if he does just one more noble act that maybe maybe that will be the one that brings about that day when all of their enemies have been defeated
So there's the idea of "kitchen table poly," AKA "everyone in the polycule needs to be able to sit at a kitchen table together and get along like friends."
One of my roommates just came up with a counter idea, which is "poker table poly." Everyone in the polycule must be enemies. No one is allowed to get too chummy or they're kicked out. They all also likely owe eachother money.
we have been here long enough for a child to be born and complete first grade #fucked
Really fucking funny that mrs bass becomes a major criminal and this is just completely unrelated to vfd. She just becomes evil because of Nero's shitty pay
fun wedding game: you make all the wedding guests vote for which member of the couple they’d stay friends with after the divorce
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this case totally passed me by until the news broke yesterday, but it's a bonkers announcement for the literary world (and the true crime podcasting world ig). some guy showed up at a rare book seller in new york last year asking to sell some books - including, as the bookshop owner eventually realised, a bound volume containing ORIGINAL LETTERS BY JOHN KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE that had been MISSING SINCE THE 1980s.
where to even start. the originals have been treated as lost for longer than i've been alive. for a rare book dealer, this is the find of a lifetime. he could have done anything with it. what he did was this:
A few days later, Mr. Mann said, the seller returned and asked for the book back. Mr. Mann said he told the seller, “I believe this book is stolen.” Mr. Mann recalled having said to the seller, “The only way this book is leaving here is if you can show proof that you own it.” According to Mr. Mann, no such documentation was provided.
i mean, oh my god. this is the type of steel-spined librarian behaviour they put into novels. the bookseller contacted the police, had the letters verified by susan j. wolfson because of course, and the book is now back in private possession by the family who'd purchased it around the 1910s, but lost it in the 80s.
there are so many things i'm dying to know here. who knew to steal this book? how'd they do it? how many times did it change hands before someone just rocked up to a bookshop with it? the letters are in excellent condition (NOT self-evident when literally anything could've happened to them and they could've been stored just however for the past 40+ years). the family is going to auction them off. where are they going to end up? (fucking harvard again?) and is the investigation into the theft going to yield anything? stay tuned i guess??
i've unpaywalled the article here!