bernard does this bit that tim absolutely adores. every time they meet a red-head, bernard goes "ed sheeran??!!" with like a comically shocked expression. so the first time bernard meets roy harper, he's saying his introductions and all that but he meets tim's eyes and he just mouths, "ed sheeran???!!" and tim fucking loses it
“We have the same genes. The same mind! The same heart! So why can’t you find the strength to do what has to be done? Like Elisabet would?”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought about that? I don’t know what piece of Elisabet I’m missing. I don’t know what you have that I don’t! I’ve looked through all the data on your focus. You were raised as an outcast. Shunned and isolated just like me. So what’s the difference? What’s my defect…?”
i may have said this before but if you’re a wolfstar stan i need you to listen to you needs, my needs by noah kahan i swear he knew what he was doing when he wrote that.
the play othello is fucking wild because cassio has just exited a brothel and gets ambushed but fUCK YOU because he's wearing ARMOUR UNDER HIS CLOTHES???? after leaving a brothel. i. this speaks so much to me like. it has me dying every time i think about it.
Having deep conversations with my coworker at 9am about the differences between Catholics and Protestants is actually way more fun and productive than I ever expected it to be?? Plus now I'm emotional about grace so that's delightful. :D
Another plot twist I will never be over is the resolution of Jilliane Hoffman's "Last Witness". Because... The killer? Is a character that's been at the fringes of the investigation for not only one, but two books. Someone who's been part of the ensemble cast of task force cops, court officers and judges, secretarys, lawyers, attorneys, and other criminal investigation-related people. He's been around the entire time from day one, but you don't pay much attention to him because of course there have to be colleagues of the main characters, and most of them are barely more than set dressing.
And then you get one hint that the killer is someone in that whole system and then, ten pages and some frantic searching later, comes the moment when all the little hints come together. All those little hints that you didn't think about twice, because, well, this is a crime novel, someone has to supply some info and sometimes someone has to turn a blind eye for the main characters to get away with their not-entirely-legal behavior, but not in a million years you would have expected that person to be the orchestrator of it all.