Things I've learned from British murder mystries
1. Never live in Oxford, you will die 2. Britain is plagued by birdwatchers

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Things I've learned from British murder mystries
1. Never live in Oxford, you will die 2. Britain is plagued by birdwatchers
“Our relationship is off the scale. At one point, we couldn’t get away from each other. We had to stop working together because people were talking. My wife was saying, ‘You see him more often than you see me. We need to talk about Philip’.”
JOHN SIMM and PHILIP GLENISTER in Clocking Off (2000) / State of Play (2003) / Life on Mars (2006-2007) / Tuesday (2008) / Mad Dogs (2011-2013) / DNA Journey (2025)
laura roslin + big top energy
bonus:
#OTD in 2004:
Bill: “Did you read the tribunal report?”
Laura: “Yes & I’m sorry to read that one of your men has been charged with conspiracy & collusion with a Cylon agent.”
Bill: “Specialist Socinus. But, after reading the transcripts, I have my doubts.”
Laura: “What about this other man, your Chief Tyrol? He took the 23rd. What is that about, do you think?”
Bill: “It’s his right. The courts have never held that invoking the right to remain silent can be used as evidence of guilt.”
Laura: “You sound like a lawyer.”
Bill: “My Father was a lawyer, civil liberties.”
Laura: “Let’s set aside the legalities for a moment. Obviously, you are defending your man. I respect that, I do, but he is hiding something.”
Bill: “Chief Tyrol’s been under my command for over five years and if he really wanted to take this ship down, he could. I think this is over. Madam President, I’m gonna have to call you right back. What?”
Marine Coporal: “I have orders to bring you before the tribunal, Sir.”
Bill: “Let’s go.”
#BSG #Litmus
It's like I always imagined it would be, teaching my boy to ride. Although it would be better if you were a little smaller.
listening to HIM: The Funeral Of Hearts and thinking of Radzig/Henry where Radzig's relationship history and other experiences in life have driven him to a state of never again giving himself over to love.
Only, what can you do when your son keeps throwing himself at you, keeps looking at you like you not only hung the moon but also came up with the plans for the entire nightsky. Keeps accepting whatever you have to give. Keeps wanting all of it, and coming back for it, and asking, and asking, and asking.
(although: Henry doesn't beg. he's too proud, and he doesn't have to; his eyes do it for him. Radzig's never seen such expressive eyes — and on that note, he's never seen anything, at all, like his son. almost like the best of his parents tripped over each other in their haste to create something better than the sum of their parts, and how could something so perfect have come from something so ill-adviced?)
Yet loving someone has only ever resulted in loss and pain and loneliness. So Radzig means to protect himself, to keep Henry at a distance, however superficial and inconsistent.
And no one thinks to protect Henry.
Least of all Henry himself.
And then although what I desperately need is for a happy ending where Henry eventually and with a loving persistence cracks apart the shield Radzig's trying to uphold, and they get to have and to keep each other, and I get to cry myself to sleep thinking about a happiness doomed to end in 1416, still, if I were to want to feel thoroughly miserable instead, and when do I not, this might also be a long and mutually hurtful road all the way to "like father, like son", for what better than an advance inheritage of trust issues and a broken heart.
anyway so that's what i'm thinking of while listening to the music from my angstiest most melodramatic teenage years. for. uh. art, or comfort, or whatever
first meeting
Team Building from the start.
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Sam Tyler + music of Life on Mars series 1
my boy, my boy
For fluffykcd week on twitter
Day 2: Childhood.
(It's just an excuse from me to draw young Radzig☺️)
“Look around you - blue skies overhead, green grass under foot. Beautiful girls. Good wine, a few good friends, and a fine steed under your backside.
Those are things worth living for.”
This was created for the 22nd anniversary of my fathers passing, in honour of him and his memory.
where's my boy.....
Little blacksmith's boy ⚒️
I love Martin and Radzig! I think they did the best at raising Henry with the resources and wisdom they had
Since KCD2 came out, the fandom got a lot bigger and seems very much alive! so I decided to repost my old kcd fanart - made before the second game came out. I still love the first and the second one very much.
Here’s a PCap floof appreciation gif set
for… uh… science.
Radzig looks so cute here 🥺 ok I’ll march with you papa