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Locklyle is only slow burn in Lucy or Lockwood’s point of view.  In George’s point of view, the two were basically married after the first interview.

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valuable type 3 skull jar demoted to armrest

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I just wanted to say... don't give up on us. Please.

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Lucy Carlyle & Anthony Lockwood Death is Coming, Lockwood & Co.

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Graphic credit to @kea23_1 on Twitter! It looks gorgeous!

Here's some details for the Rewatch party this weekend! Get your kettles brewing (and your path to the bathroom clear), because you're gonna be sipping a lot!

#save lockwood and co

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Feel like something that’s not discussed a lot is how unapologetically sincere the show is. I feel like there’s a been a real push against vulnerability and sincerity in favor of cynicism or sarcasm in media, like there’s a fear that showing characters talking about how much they care about each other will be seen as “cringe” or unnecessary. And Lockwood & co just brazenly wears its heart on its sleeve in a way that feels really refreshing to me.

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george’s “are you arif’s new girl?” line kills me bc u can v clearly tell lucy has a rapier in her bag/holder over her shoulder like 😭

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One thing I loved about Lockwood and Co. is just. The girls are pro brute force and the guys are all about proper technique. (Not all girls and not all guys but like, yeah).

Like it's Lockwood and Kipps that are finicky about proper stances and rapier technique (and iirc they both fenced (and Flo kicked their butts cause she's a legend)) and then there's Lucy and Kat who are just like "Look at that conveniently placed heavy object. Imma hit someone with that."

And it's great to me because I feel like in most works of fiction girls have to have exceptional technique and training to be on par with guys in fights, and then Stroud just flips the script. It's great. As a girl I appreciate other brute force girls.

#l&co books

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Holly and Kipps both being offered to stay in 35 Portland row and both saying I would rather face London rent on bad salaries than stay with these teenagers. Co-workers to best friends arc to me.

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Barnes: If you two are done flirting

Lucy: I was not flirting

Lockwood: I was

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Tried to get out of my drawing comfort zone, so this was the result :)

#fanart

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i live in the most haunted house in the northern hemisphere because i keep buying cursed dolls and cracking them open like pistachios to release the ghosts inside em. see i've got this business idea and it's to unethically harvest their ectoplasm and sell it in little jars like honey. unfortunately i've hit a snag, namely that ectoplasm tastes like shit and also if you ingest it you permanently lose the capacity to feel joy. so now i've got a bunch of unsatisfied customers who are literally impossible to please banging on my door at all hours. it doesn't really matter though because the ghosts are already constantly slamming all my doors and cabinets so it's just a wall of sound in here at all times anyway. i'm pretty sure i've got tinnitus now but on the upside i've got this new business idea where i repair old dolls with kintsugi and sell them at a ridiculous markup to etsy women in cuffed corduroy pants.

#this could be a business idea for george and flo #do you see my vision?

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An extended look at our lovely cast's biscuit ranking!

#interviews s1

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my fav:

your honour i love him

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Netflix robbed us of seeing Cameron and Ruby act out the aching, mortifying scene of Lucy's reunion with Lockwood at her Studio Apartment of Depression and I'll never forgive them for it.

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And I noticed too that while Jessica’s stone was set in the center of this space, and the parents’ stone was to the left, there was an empty area on the right-handside. I looked at this bare patch of grass. And when I did so, everything faded out—the beating of my heart, the whispering of the wind as it worked its way through the holes and hollows of the ivy, the sound of distant Night Cabs on the Marylebone Road. I gazed at it. At the unobtrusive patch of ground. At the empty, waiting grave.

- Lucy Carlyle, The Empty Grave