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phantomstatistician · 5 months
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skyriderwednesday · 3 months
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Names that really aren't common enough for an author to use twice for unrelated characters:
Jabez (Doyle, in 'The Red-Headed League' and 'The Three Students')
Gotobed (Sayers, in 'Unnatural Death' and 'The Nine Tailors')
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sinematically · 1 year
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so I got curious about whether Irene Adler would make an appearance in Enola 2 since John Watson is reportedly in the new one and uh
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WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME WE MIGHT BE GETTING A BISEXUAL SHERLOCK HOLMES PLAYED BY HENRY MOTHERFUCKING CAVILL (source)
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scalesandwings · 1 year
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Seeing drunk and silly Sherlock really made me want to see Henry play a role outside of his typecast, which is typically the capable, cool-headed, brooding hero. I want to see him play a messy, emotional, uncouth, wet rat of a character that has to rely on charisma and sloppy spontaneity instead of physical capability to get by. I want him to tackle being gross, goofy, and pathetic for a change.
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thedetectivethepirate · 5 months
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It's funny how these two shows can be so therapeutic and yet leave you feeling a little emotionally drained.
Oh wait, not a little
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wwprice1 · 11 months
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Happy Birthday, Henry Cavill!
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drlettuce · 1 year
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Merlin holding aithusa:baby my cute babey
Arthur:Merlin no!
Merlin: my scaly babey
Arthur:put that down!
Merlin: hold our scaly babey Arthur
Arthur: Merlin no where do you get that
Merlin:B-but scaly babey
Aithusa:*rawr* papa!!!!
Arthur:......
Arthur: scaly babey
Arthur:come to papa!!!
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oxalisvulcanicola · 27 days
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Headcanon time. I think Mycroft counts on that there is a possibility that he will end up in Sherrinford should his mind ever deteriorate in some way. His brain is too dangerous to unleash upon the world if he loses control of it.
I think he also fears that the drugs will ruin Sherlock's brain so he needs to be sent there. He knows that this would kill him, because he's like a wild animal that should not be caged.
Maybe Uncle Rudy had to go there before them. Maybe he is still there?
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svperbitch · 4 months
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Personally I get a kind of evil glee from ACD disliking Holmes. The fact that these characters took on such on such a life of their own that their creator was powerless to stop them. It's very Mary Shelley.
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lostingham · 5 months
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~Pt V~
I promise this is the last one .
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avengerphobic · 3 months
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Kurt Wagner is first cousins to the guy shang-chi cucked
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welcometololaland · 11 months
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Fic Rec Friday Round Up - Part 2
Thanks to everyone who participated! I have a list below of fics that people either tagged me in or tagged #fic rec friday. If I've missed anyone (or tagged anything incorrectly), please let me know.
Please read at your own discretion - heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!
Schitt's Creek
(E)Tea for Two by @trickiwooao3
A taste of you by @lizzie-bennetdarcy
And They...You Know by @agoodpersonrose
Baby, Let's Cruise by @mallpretzels
Call My Bluff, Call You Babe by withkissesfour
Closet Reorganization by @well-schitt
Dear Apartment Five by @blackandwhiteandrose
how, patrick? (series) by @madlori
idiots in love (series) by @apothecarose
IKEA by resilient_rose
in the eyes of the beholder by @smblmn
in the lea of a picturesque ridge by @plainest
Kissing Booth by grapehyasynth
maybe if by magic by earlylight
MURDER in Schitt's Creek by @rosedavid
Pandora's Box(es) by @lisamc-21
Please Don't Tell Your Husband by @tyfinn
Room for Interpretation by EggplantSalad
Sometimes Home is a Person by @mostlyinthemorning
Sowing Discord by chronologicalimplosion
Strong, Pretty, Big by @missgeevious
Stuck in the Molasses Swamp with You by @dinnfameron
Stuck in Traffic by @chelle-68
The Wife by Chelztoddbrooke
There's Only One Cart by @dinnfameron
This Bed Wasn't Built for Our Love by @delilah-mcmuffin
transformative works by spelling__bee
you keep using that word by @dinnfameron
You look fine by @lizzie-bennetdarcy
Sherlock
Nature and Nurture by earlgreytea68
Stargate: Atlantis
Where Did All the Physics Go? by Amireal
The Man from U.N.C.L.E
michelin star man by yukla
The Old Guard
the other side of this wide night by mellyflori
The Song of Achilles
How the Tides Have Turned by Ishxallxgood
The West Wing
Any Given Day by Michelle K (this link is to a site other than Ao3 because this an older fic!)
The Witcher
the brightest shade of sun by @alittlebitmaybe
X-Men: First Class
Other Crabs Cannot Be Trusted by groovyphilia
Young Royals
Wilhelm & Simon: An Interview with Sweden's Young Royal Couple by cali-chan
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denimbex1986 · 13 days
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'Fleabag’s hot priest is about to take on his most liberating role yet: a one-man show of Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya in which he will play all nine roles, male and female. He loves taking risks, he says. It seems to be paying off…
I last saw Andrew Scott in the flesh eight years ago. I was sitting in the gloom at the top of what used to be St Martin’s School of Art in the Charing Cross Road – a tiny, temporary theatre had sprung up there – and he was three feet away from me, surrounded by great piles of stuff: newspapers, books, chairs, cupboards… a piano. The occasion was Richard Greenberg’s play The Dazzle, about two compulsive hoarders, the Collyer brothers, and his performance as one of them was mesmerising: in truth, almost too mesmerising. My mind went into overdrive. All that paper and mahogany. What if something toppled, and he was crushed – as the real Langley Collyer was – beneath a chest of drawers?
He wasn’t crushed, of course. But what’s striking and slightly odd is that today I’m seeing Scott in the flesh for the second time, and we’re again at the top of an old building – in this case, a public library – in rooms that feel a bit dilapidated, if not exactly derelict. People imagine the actor’s life to be a glamorous one, particularly if the actor in question has been in a Bond film – and of course it has its enchantments. But then there are the hours spent in spaces like this: long days of sandwiches, bottled water and elusive lines. When we came up in the ancient lift together, I couldn’t decide which of us was the more anxious. He was, I would guess. “MY TWELVE HOURS TRAPPED WITH FLEABAG STAR” ran the ticker tape in my mind as the mechanism creaked and groaned, and we each did our best not to meet the other’s eye.
Scott has spent the past three weeks here, deep in rehearsals for Vanya, a new version by Simon Stephens of Anton Chekhov’s great tragicomedy Uncle Vanya. But there’s new, and then there is… new. This adaptation gives the play, among other things, a contemporary setting. However, when the production opens in the West End, its chief novelty – and its chief draw, given Scott’s huge following – will be the fact that it is a one-man show. He will be playing all nine parts: male and female, young and old, beautiful and not-so-beautiful. It must be hard to learn so many lines, I say, once he’s (semi) comfortable on a battered leather sofa, his old, white T-shirt giving him a slight look of Marlon Brando. Doesn’t he feel like he’s going mad, with all these voices in his head? He laughs – a high-pitched, wicked laugh. “Yeah. I do, and it’s really hard [to learn]. Usually, when you can’t remember a line, another actor will say, ‘What time is it?’ or something, and then it comes to you. But now I’ve no one to cue me.” Alone on stage, he has had to change his mindset completely: “I’ve come to understand that I’m sort of looking after all these characters.”
The idea for a one-man production came about by accident. Scott, Stephens, and Sam Yates, who is directing the play, were workshopping it together (Scott has worked with Stephens twice before, most notably in Birdland at the Royal Court, in which he played a rock star who has made a Faustian pact with fame). “We miscalculated the parts, and I ended up having to act with myself, and it was kind of interesting. It gave birth to the idea that, as much as these characters say they’re different from each other, actually, some of them are very similar. I’m more interested now in those similarities than in, you know, doing a funny voice [for each one]. The production seems to me to be about what the act of creation is. I love the idea that you might be able to represent what a writer experiences on stage, all these characters in his head.”
But how on earth will the audience work out what’s going on? I understand about the funny voices, but won’t Scott have to change his a little bit when he’s acting the part of a woman? He smiles, teasingly. “I don’t think I should tell you that… But you don’t need to worry too much. I feel so liberated! I hope people will start to look at what’s within the performer so that something happens that can only really take place in a theatre – which is that you’re seeing one thing, but imagining something else.” This sounds like reading a novel, visualising scenes and characters for yourself, filling the gaps between words. He nods. “Look, I definitely don’t want to shy away from the ridiculousness of this project, and yeah, I’m nervous, but I’m loving the process. I think it’s a really sexy play. You know, Chekhov was a doctor, and he saw death so much, and I think he was able to understand human beings like no other writer.”
The argument that actors should only play who they are – that a gay character, for instance, may be played only by a gay actor – is made more and more often lately. But this production seems (to me, at least) subtly to resist the notion of identity politics in the theatre; to suggest that such rigidity may sometimes be a cul-de-sac. “It can be a cul-de-sac, certainly,” Scott says. “Of course those arguments have to be heard. The world isn’t a level playing field. But I think transformation is as important as representation. Our first understanding of storytelling happens when we’re young. Our mother or father is pretending to be a wolf. We know we’re safe, but we’re scared, too. Our parent can be a wolf! Human beings can create worlds within themselves. I don’t think we can just slice that out of ourselves.”
He knows some will heartily dislike this Vanya, but the thought seems, if anything, to excite him. “It could go wrong,” he says. “But we need a bit more of people not liking things.” He’s ambivalent, to put it mildly, about standing ovations, which seem to happen in the theatre most evenings nowadays. “My concern is that everything becomes meaningless. I think it’s unfortunate that if someone decides not to stand up, it’s perceived that they hated it. That’s not necessarily true. Maybe I thought it was very good, but I didn’t feel like rising to my feet. My producers are going to hate me for saying this, but I strongly believe that if people don’t feel like standing up, they shouldn’t. People feel lonely, having to stand when they don’t want to. Equally, it’s kind of moving when most people are not standing up, and three people are.”
Does he blame the internet for this? Is it just another form of “liking” something? “I do blame the internet, yes.” But perhaps, too, it has to do with cost. “I was recently on Broadway, and tickets there are astronomically expensive, and I thought: well, these people have to stand up because they’ve spent $390, so it’s got to have been one of the best nights of their lives.” Either way, he doesn’t understand it: the firmness and immediacy of people’s responses. “When you’ve just seen a play, it’s a really sensitive time. It’s weird when people start talking straight away about their new conservatory.” All this may explain why he feels there is more value for him in doing experimental work. “Some people will like it, some people won’t, and that’s great. I feel ferocious about wanting to take risks.”
In the coming months, Scott will be everywhere: a trick of scheduling, rather than by design. Vanya will be followed in January by the release of All of Us Strangers, a film in which he stars with Paul Mescal and Claire Foy (he plays a depressed screenwriter who goes to visit his childhood home, only to find that his parents, far from having died in a car crash when he was 12, are alive and well – though much of the coverage of the movie so far has focused on the fact that his character and Mescal’s are lovers). “It’s a beautiful film,” he says, dreamily. And then there’s Ripley, a Netflix series (its release is expected at the end of this year), based on Patricia Highsmith’s novel The Talented Mr Ripley, written and directed by Steven Zaillian, the screenwriter of Schindler’s List and Hannibal.
“It’s a big, big thing,” he says, of his role as Tom Ripley, grifter and serial killer. And yet, Scott said he wouldn’t be doing any more crazed sociopaths, having played Moriarty in Sherlock (he was also a baddie in the Bond film Spectre). “I know, but what I find interesting about him is not the psycho-ness; it’s the otherness. To me, it’s about what it’s like never to be invited to the party. We all know people who don’t make it easy for themselves, who are maybe a bit strange. But if you’re constantly ignored, or sidelined, or don’t fit in, what happens? Is it that something dark emerges? I don’t mind saying that playing him was challenging. It was very lonely. We filmed during Covid, and the five-day isolation requirements that were in place both here and in Italy meant people couldn’t come and visit, and I couldn’t come home. It’s eight hours of television, and he’s a solitary figure in this version, so I was on my own a lot.”
Scott is 46, though you wouldn’t know it; his enthusiasm, like his fidgetiness, belong to a younger man. He grew up in Dublin, with his two sisters – his father worked at an employment agency; his mother was an art teacher – where he was educated at private Jesuit school, attending drama classes on Saturdays. Art was his first plan – painting is still his great love; he can’t wait for the forthcoming Hockney show at the National Portrait Gallery – and he won a bursary to art school at 17. But then he was cast in a film, Korea, about an Irish boy emigrating to America in the 1950s who’s enlisted to fight in the Korean war, so he turned the place down, and once the movie was done, went to Trinity College to study drama instead. After six months, bored by the course, he left to join Dublin’s Abbey theatre.
He seems hardly ever to have been out of work, and his CV is such a mixture: Gethin the tense gay Welshman in Matthew Warchus’s film Pride; eccentric Lord Merlin in the BBC adaptation of The Pursuit of Love; an acclaimed Hamlet in 2017 at the Almeida theatre. By this point, his mantlepiece – he has two, one in London, and one in Dublin – must be quite frantic with statuettes (his most recent win, in 2020, was a Laurence Olivier award for best actor for his performance as Garry Essendine in Noël Coward’s Present Laughter). Does he feel blessed? “Yes, and that’s a really nice way of putting it. I’m grateful.” But perhaps this sounds too… humble: “I’ve never understood why there’s some sort of shame associated with being an artist. I feel able to call myself one.”
His fame is at a level that means he can move around London unnoticed, and he’d like to keep it that way. “I’m suspicious of it. I’ve no real interest in the value of it. The idea of being followed by a photographer seems hellish to me.” Does it affect his relationships? He doesn’t believe that it does, though there are “creepy, unsavoury people” out there who might not “have my best interests at heart”. Is he single? “Yes, I am.” Would he like to meet someone? He would. Surely it’s easy in his world? So many lovely new people entering his orbit all the time – and with his looks… He laughs. “That’s a lot of projection, there,” he says, sounding suddenly more Irish.
I read somewhere that some women in Ireland will always think of him as the guy who turned up to their demonstrations in the run-up to the abortion referendum in 2018, even when it was raining (the vote overturned the ban on abortion in the country, and followed one of 2015, which allowed same sex couples to marry). Isn’t it amazing how much Ireland has changed? When he was 16, it was still illegal to be gay, as he is. “Yes, it’s immense for people of my generation to have been emancipated from the shame of the Catholic church. But it’s interesting. Privacy matters to me, but then I remember Sinéad O’Connor being on The Late, Late Show, talking about human rights, and how important that was. Her kindness… We’re only just finding out about it. She didn’t announce it to the world. Again, it brings us back to social media. Does kindness happen if you don’t tell everybody about it?”
Scott is no longer a practising Catholic. But he can’t be certain this means he won’t call for the priest at the end (this conversation has taken a morbid turn, and it’s my fault). Perhaps it’s in the marrow. “It’s the organisation that’s the problem, not the principles behind it, which are very beautiful for the most part. I remember when Simon and I were doing [the play] Sea Wall. One of the lines in it is: show me God, where is he? And then the next line is: well, show me love, where is that? You can’t get evidence for either of them really. They’re just strong feelings. I believe in the power of love. I feel it’s stronger than anything, because you can’t do anything about it. I’ve so much of it in my life, and one of the things I’m most proud of is how much I’m able, not only to receive it, but to give it – and if somebody thinks that’s sentimental or mawkish, well, to me it’s the opposite.” He talks for a while in this vein. “I want to try to be a good person; not just a nice person, but a good person,” he says, his voice racing on – and it makes me think of him as the Hot Priest in Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag, the role for which he may now be best known. If every pulpit came with an Andrew Scott, our churches would be bulging at the seams.
Soon after this, there’s a knock on the door. It’s time to begin rehearsal (in the hall outside, his director stands at a lectern, looking quite priestly himself). He has, he says, another three weeks to go before Vanya opens, and when it does, he’ll be looking out for me; I’d better be sitting down at the curtain call, he jokes. Well, perhaps I’ll have good reason to be sitting down, I joke back. But he’s ever serious: “I always remember what my mum used to say. She’s an art teacher, and she used to tell us that a good drawer never rubs out. So, you draw a line, and then you get it wrong, and then you start a new line. The fact that people can see your old line doesn’t make them appreciate your new line any less. It may even make them appreciate it more.” What he means, I think, is that he believes it’ll be all right on the night.'
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yorgunherakles · 10 months
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göğün derinliklerine uzun süre gözünü ayırmadan baktığında, düşüncelerle ruh, yalnızlığın bilincinde birleşirler nedense. kendini çaresizce yalnız hissetmeye başlarsın, daha önce yakın ve kendine ait saydığın her şey sonsuz biçimde uzak ve değersiz olur.
çehov - vanya dayı
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tjlc-hellven · 28 days
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Headcanon
Eurus was Sherlock before he transitioned
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homoeroticvillain · 2 months
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hullo!! if you had to assign up to three pokémons to your geist-universe OCs, which ones would you/they choose? like, if they each had a small team... sorry if you're not familiar with pokémon maybe!!
oh hell yeahh, i am a bit of a pokemon nerd. i actually have an old vtsom pokemon au where i put way too much thought into their pokemon so i can absolutely do this
geist: mr mime, chatot, wobuffet
angie: stoutland, gallade, aegislash
adam: tsareena, roserade, liepard
bianca: lopunny, sylveon, espurr
luci: snorlax, gogoat, bidoof
dan: dedenne, emolga, pawmi
faust: theivel
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