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e--q · 3 months
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The Game is Afoot - Sherlock Holmes & Dr Watson
~ Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes ~
(Handmade Soft Toys inspired by Miffy the rabbit in the form of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr Watson)
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Who is the most unfortunate DS from The Unfortunate DS Club?
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vavandeveresfan · 25 days
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My best friend says this is exactly how I am when I'm writing in my head. On more than one occasion she and other friends have witnessed me suddenly stop in the middle of the grocery store or coffee shop or movie theater and do this exact shit when I finally figure out a scene in my WIP. I'm not kidding.
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thekenobee · 1 year
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Break up
break free
break through
break down
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hekate1308 · 9 months
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And There Will Come Soft Rains, an Endeavour Magical Realism Series by Hekate1308
Six years ago, the demons had descended into civil war and Morse, though only a half-demon, had left because he felt it was his duty to fight. Six years in which they had been certain that he was long gone. And then, just as it seemed the conflict had been settled and the demons were ready to return, one of them was murdered and the constable tasked with the preliminary interviews turned their world upside down with only a few words. “Really, Councilman Morse was nothing if – “
Warnings: N/A
Rating: T
Read Part 1 on AO3: And Darkened Slowly After
Read Part 2 on AO3: Yet Life Is More Than Death
Read Part 3 on AO3: To Conquer Greece Again
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corpyburd · 1 year
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How to disarm British detectives ... 🫖🍰
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rawyld · 7 months
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That is really hot.
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sw33n3y2 · 1 year
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Raise a glass of something green to the ‘inimitable’ Marge: shrewd, passionate and nobody’s fool. This is an ode to her cheerful mercenary nous and Lorelei charm. ...More than a match for our Lads. I do not own the show, characters or music. The music track is 'Ex's and Oh's' by Elle King.
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canadiancryptid · 2 months
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Its 2022. Sans won a tumblr sexyman poll over on twitter. Toby Fox himself wrote a Sans x Reigen fanfic. Queen Elizabeth II died.
Its 2024. Sans won a "who is the UT/DR community the most down bad for" poll over on twitter. Toby Fox made a Sans x Reigen valentine sketch. King Charles III has cancer.
Its 2026-
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leanned-too-hard · 2 months
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Nevermind I regret watching dnp now WHAT DO U MEAN I HAVE 18 YEARS OF LORE TO CATCH UP TO. Being a phannie is not even a job anymore its a full career plus retirement
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jtl-fics · 10 months
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But also... Andreil on the great British bake off (they have celebrity seasons)
Look, I'm gonna be honest.
It's a disaster in two parts.
Neil is there EXPLICITLY because Stuart found out that he had been asked to go do it because he is technically British. Stuart has asked him to be the bane of Paul Hollywood's existence and is willing to do quite a bit to make the man's life hell.
"He knows what he did." is all Stuart will say on the matter.
Neil agrees to come be a Baker on the stipulation that Andrew also gets to come. Andrew has no interest in baking other than what it can produce for him to eat, he has no desire to do the laborious task of baking himself.
Stuart offers him an Aston.
Andrew agrees.
Neil is a nightmare in the tent. He hates desserts. He hates measuring. He has never done a single prep bake. He has no idea what the desserts are during the technical challenge. He just goes with his gut (his iron gut). He produces three straight desserts that Paul will not let Prue eat for fear that she will just straight up die if she eats it. He is a pile of misery upon consuming all three.
When Neil is kicked off in round one no one is surprised. Paul pats Neil on the back as he leaves the tent and Neil just leans in, "Stuart Hatford sends his regards." he says now that the mic has been removed. Paul Hollywood's tan fades but Neil doesn't look back.
Andrew is a nightmare for a completely different reason and that reason is that he very visibly and honestly does not give a single flying fuck about what he's doing but he's doing quite well. He is the most boring man on camera, zero quips, won't interact with Noel and whoever the fuck is the other presenter by this point, just him doing exactly what the recipe requires and then he always makes a point of grabbing whatever Paul and Prue have judged and taking it all back to his station so that he can eat it. He stares straight into the camera as he eats an entire three tier cake. He dedicates every week he is Star Baker to his inspiration: Kevin Day.
Andrew makes it all the way to the Finals with impressive bakes that he basically just decided on 100% by how much he thinks it would upset Kevin to watch him eat it knowing that he SHOULD be doing weight training for the olympics. ("Weight TRAINING not Weight GAINING Andrew! Do you have to hold up two fingers as you eat the entire thing? Can you at least PRETEND it's not to SPITE me?" Kevin wails as Andrew calls him for the post-credit scene where the star bakers call their families usually but Andrew just uses it so everyone can hear Kevin Day lose his mind on Public Access.)
Andrew gets to the finals and his show stopper....it's immaculate. It's gorgeous. It's a work of art. Paul Hollywood is looking at this feat of modern baking engineering in wonder.
He shakes Andrew's hand before he even tastes it and-
"Stuart Hatford sends his regards."
Paul Hollywood is now nervous to eat this cake. Does he look out at the gathered friends and family of the contestants and see Stuart Hatford? Does he remember what he did?
He eats the cake because show obligations and it tastes as good as it looks but he is oddly silent as Prue talks about it.
Andrew Wins and Paul Hollywood stays exactly one entire party's width away from Neil, Stuart, and Andrew during the entire victory picnic.
Andrew gives his post bake-off speech and flat out says it was kind of boring and he wants to go home to America. The next scene is him driving off with Neil in an Aston Martin.
Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the idea once again!
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e--q · 5 months
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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
(Handmade Soft Toy Fox inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective and beautifully portrayed by Jeremy Brett in the Granada television series)
~ Happy Birthday Jeremy Brett ~
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haro4869 · 1 year
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i keep forgetting that he's british
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thekenobee · 1 year
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Have some Endeavour Finale related PANIK
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hekate1308 · 7 months
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Okay Show Me
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Prompt: Okay show me
Fandom: Death in Paradise
Pairing: Camille/Richard
Richard had gotten rather used to Camille showing up at his shack to complain about the blind dates her mother had set up for her. Truth be told, he was always a little too happy that she had chosen to see him at the end of the night instead of – but not that this would lead to anything, so he usually just provided her with beer and a glass of wine and made what he hoped were sympathetic noises even if he had never been the best at comforting people.
It seemed like the man of the week (as he had secretly come to call them) had been so full of himself that Camille had scarcely gotten a word in. Now, this was a complaint Richard had heard when it came to himself, as well, but he liked to think that he was always careful to eventually hear people out, and he didn’t think Camille had ever had a problem when it came to speak out when he was talking, anyway.
“I’m just…” she sighed. “The truth is, I’m tired. Some of them are alright, but there’s no spark. So we just sit and talk and pretend we’re having a really good time, which we probably would have if this wasn’t a date, but of course it is, so there are all these expectations holding you back.”
That, at least, Richard could empathize with.
“It’s just – normally, I get the impression that we understand one another, that there’s just nothing, and that we should just have a nice evening. But instead – well – you tell them goodbye and then they expect that they’ll have a good ending for such a date, and honestly, I’m getting tired of explaining myself.”
Richard frowned, being rather unsure what Camille meant. In his admittedly limited experience, dates usually ended rather awkwardly, by him accompanying the lady to her door and wishing her good night. He had no idea what someone like Camille would consider a “good ending” unless – no, no, he knew she was French, but – he really hoped he wasn’t blushing. But no, he liked to consider her a friend (although sometimes – no, he most definitely wouldn’t go there) and she would know better than to make such allusions. She knew his limits. So, whatever she meant, it would be something that was – well, he supposed romantic and swashbuckling and all these kinds of things he simply wasn’t capable of even in his wildest dreams.
So, he supposed he would just have to ask.
“Okay, show me.” It was probably not the most succinct of questions, but he supposed it was enough.
But apparently not. She looked at him. “Sorry?”
“Okay, show me” he repeated, feeling rather impatient. Certainly, considering what they had been talking about, Camille had heard him before but was pretending not to just to annoy him, as she had often done before. “Show me how you would expect a date to end, then.”
“You mean a proper date?” He would probably have noticed something was off, only that her eyes were glittering in that very distracting way once more, and he could feel himself swallow heavily as he told his heart to calm down.
He nodded, being unable to answer in any other way.
And then, just like that, Camille Bordey kissed Richard Poole.
Yes. Camille. Kissed. Him.
And he had no idea what to do.
For a moment or two.
Then he found himself responding – if he had had the time to think about it he would have claimed that it would have been incredibly impolite not to do so, although naturally, at the moment, he was incapable of rational thought – and his arm wrapped around her and –
He didn’t know how much time had passed before she drew back, laughing softly at his expression. “That’s how a good date should end.”
“I – I – I see” he stuttered. “So –“
“So now you owe me a date” she said matter-of-factly.
“What?” he blinked.
“You already got the ending to a good date, so now you owe me one. That’s just logical.”
For the life of him, he couldn’t see how.
But she suddenly grew self-conscious – a very strange sight – and then quietly said, “You don’t have to, of course. I just thought… well, when you… reacted… I….”
“Camille, I would love to take you out on a date.” He had no idea how he had managed to say it out loud, but thankfully, he head.
“You would?”
“Yes. I just was not aware that was an option…”
She laughed. “Richard, we have been flirting for the past year at least.”
He was about to protest that they had very much not, which she prevented by kissing him again, therefore putting him back two dates already.
Not that he minded.
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babvblue · 3 months
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finn bennett as peter prior true detective: night country s04e01
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