The Addams Family | 1x30
Cuteness overload! ￼
Oh god they are so adorable aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!
for the ask game: Sherlock Holmes?
Oooooh! Thank you :D But now the question is are we gonna go for canon, or an adaptation…. Hell, let’s go crazy and open the floor. I’ll answer for every single piece of Sherlock Holmes Media I have consumed…!
I may regret that.
my favorite female character
Hmmm… I’m always partial to both of the Violets - Violet Hunter in The Copper Beeches, and Violet Smith of The Solitary Cyclist. They are both so independent, and brave, and admirable. Is it cheating to say both of them!?
my favorite male character
It has to be Holmes himself. Probably such a boring answer, but I love him.
my favorite book/season/etc
Oof. Again, probably the most cliched and boring answer, but gonna have to say The Return of Sherlock Holmes. It just has sooo many good stories in it!!!!!
my favorite episode (if its a tv show)
This is surprisingly easy for me to answer!!!!
The Devil’s Foot, in the BBC Radio play adaptation.
I’m a simple human. I hear Holmes hallucinating him and Watson reciting Tristan and Isolde to one another, I fall in love with it.
The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot is one of my favourite stories, anyway, and this adaptation is just *chef’s kiss*. The South West of England, Holmes doing weird amateur archaeology, Vulnerable!Holmes and Protective!Watson, ahgjkhsdjgk. What is not to love!? And then what the radio adaptation does with it….!!!! I might have to go listen to that again now, actually. It is just SO GOOD!!!!
my favorite cast member
EVIL question. More evil because I know the answer straight away and feel awul. I feel awful because I *adore* Jeremy Brett, and Vasily Livanov, and David Burke, and Vitaly Solomin, and Ted Hardwicke, and Michael Williams so so so much…. I really adore them….
I love him.
Merrison wins every time.
my favorite ship
Holmes and Watson, of course! Although in a more QPP-ish way, I reckon <3
a character I’d die defending
Well, I think Holmes and Watson can probably defend themselves better than I could defend them, and I think Mrs Hudson probably could as well, so I won’t die protecting them, needlessly.
I do kinda love Sir Henry in Hound of the Baskervilles, especially in the Russian adaptation. He’s such a dumbass idiot. And he definitely needs protecting.
a character I just can’t sympathize with
I mean, obviously, like, Charles Augustus Milverton, and Baron Gruener, and any other number of The Baddies, hahahaa. But that’s so boring!! So to be a bit less boring, I always found it quite hard to empathise with Miss Dunbar in The Problem of Thor Bridge. Like, yeah, you can play all innocent like “oh yeah but I didn’t sleep with him so it’s fine” and “I used his love for me for good to make him a better person…”. I dunno, she just gives me major Yikes! vibes. She didn’t deserve to be framed for murder, but she’s certainly not all as lovely and sweet and wholesome as she makes out to be.
a character I grew to love
Hmm… None, really? Although I do have ever increasing admiration for Irene Adler, after reading the actual canon where she is just this clever, queer, badass instead of “love interest” like she is so often shoved into the role of. So yeah, let’s say Irene. She’s awesome.
my anti otp
Watson and whoever that second wife was who apparently kept him from living with Holmes in Sussex. But I think she’s fake, anyway. They totally are married and living in Sussex.
And so if we are discounting that non-existent second wife, then I’ll just be boring and say Holmes/Adler. I really hate that. For so many reasons. SO MANY REASONS! I hate the heteronormativity and romonormativity of any implied respect or admiration between members of the opposite sex being perceived as romantic. I hate the idea that Holmes would be so quickly induced to fall in love with a woman he barely has any interaction with. I hate that it reduces the admirable, strong, independent, remarkable character of Irene Adler to being nothing more than yet another love interest, as though she weren’t interesting enough in her own right.
And fuck me that isn’t even considering Adler and Holmes in the BBC Sherlock tv show. Yikes on a fucking bike. Talk about r*pey, man. So not cool. So not cool. *shudders*
I feel like this is leaving us on a bitter note lmao.
Never put all the negative answers at the end!!
Haha! Oh well.
Thank you for sending the ask, hooraaaay!! :D
For the show/movie/fandom/book ask thing: How about one Hornung book of your choice, or all of the ones you've read if you're needing the challenge! :D
Eeee HORNUNG!! I’ll do it for both Youngblood and all of the Raffles books, and the War Diaries, if only to answer one specific question :P
This is so hard though ahahah >.< !!! How can I pick favourites when I love EVERYTHING :O
favorite female character
Hmmm…. I have developed a strong soft spot for Amy Werner since writing for her in my latest fic, and the same for Raffles’ sister, but they are mostly in my own head, so I won’t count them, as much as I love them!!
Which leads me to an impossible tie between Camilla Belsize and Fanny Lowndes… And… Whilst I adore Camilla with all my heart… I might have to go for Fanny. She’s so lovely, I want to hug her. I also can’t help but wonder how inspired by Constance she was (although I wonder that about basically every one of Hornung’s female characters pahahaha!)
favorite male character
alkjsglkhjfkjaf. Bunny, Harry, and AJ. How can I choose?!?! And honestly, I even adore dear little Teddy Garland so much! And I have a soft spot for Private Moffat in the War Diaries, come to mention him.
I’m going to cheat and make it easier on myself by removing the rabbit from this category as I headcanon him as gender non conforming / nonbinary / genderqueer.
Sorry Harry and Private Moffat. I love you both. But AJ Raffles is AJ Raffles.
bonus: favourite nonbinary character
BUNNY MANDERS!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAH MY BABY!
If we are going by book then probably Thief In The Night, although it is a really close one. Mr Justice Raffles is a close second. …But…. The Black Mask is also a close second. … and… The Amateur Cracksman is also a close second…. I mean, they could all be first. But let’s go for Thief in the Night.
favorite episode (if its a tv show)
If we are going by which short story… Phew, yikes…. I mean, I’ve spent the most time thinking about The Gift of the Emperor, and I have read that story more times than I care to count (I’ve read at least a few pages of it literally every day for the past two months…). But… It’s a bit of a downer, innit? For real, proper, actual favourite…. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh its too hard! What to pick!! I love them all!!
Fine. let’s be brave and go for it.
Out Of Paradise. There is so much to love, and it gives us the “it was the man I loved” lines, and the “you’re always welcome at my little Inferno in the Albany” line, and when paired with The Last Word it just…. AJ…. :sobs-a-lot:
(…Obviously Raffles and his Rabbit.)
a character I’d die defending
E.W. HORNUNG HIMSELF!! (which is why I am including The War Diaries in this hahaha). I will fight anyone for dear Willie. Such a good man. Baby. Baby boy. Angel.
a character I just can’t sympathize with
Jacques fucking Saillard……
a character I grew to love
Bunny, honestly. When I first read the books, I did like Bunny, but I think a combination of him always being so self-critical, and me seeing so much of myself in him (in a Very Not Good way) made it slightly difficult for me to warm to him. But then the more I read, and the more I understood him, and the more I came to see him without the lens of his self-destructive self-hatred, the more I absolutely fell in love with him. And he’s helping me on my own journey to being less self-critical, too, which makes me love him (and Hornung!) even more.
Bunny Manders is … wonderful. I really love him so much. I love him.
my anti otp
Obviously AJ and Jacques. My poor Raffles :( God, I hate Jacques. Stupid ditzy stalker psycho. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE!!!
That was fun!! :D Thank you!! <3
Fandom feels so void-screamy these days, and you know, I don’t think I like it. I like interpersonal interaction, and community, and forging friendships over shared wavelengths and obsessions with a very particular piece of media. Everything is too big now.
I don’t want to scream into a void. I want to scream in the faces of friends.
I want little circles of people screaming at one another, occasionally screaming across the woods at other groups of similarly screaming people, and periodically sending out an emissary to those other screaming groups to find out what they have to scream about, and then coming back with new ideas and possibly a trade negotiation.
how about we do that thing where you give me a show/movie/fandom and I’ll tell you:
- my favorite female character
- my favorite male character
- my favorite book/season/etc
- my favorite episode (if its a tv show)
- my favorite cast member
- my favorite ship
- a character I’d die defending
- a character I just can’t sympathize with
- a character I grew to love
- my anti otp
and, knowing me, I’ll probably explain why
I like games.
(Also for books not just filmed media. Because I’m a librarian book dork. And I get most excited over books. Booooooooks!!!!!)
(Raffles spoilers for those starting to read) I was interested in Raffles but then I heard that he dies in the end and bunny gets in contact with his ex-wife or something and was like 👁️👄👁️ I really dislike sad endings :( but at the same time I love these types of books like holmes and jeeves asdgjdh, I wish there was something that suggested a different ending or something (I'm just grasping at straws here feel free to ignore me lol)
Spoilers under cut (hopefully I can add a read more to this once I answer…. lmao. If not then just dont look if you dont want spoilers, anyone who sees this!!!)
AJ does die (but I have this whole theory that that’s all a lie and they go and live together in Italy so……), but Bunny doesn’t get back together with his ex wife! He was never married
except to Raffles . In The Last Word (the last story, aside from the novel), Bunny receives a letter from a former fiance (they were never very engaged, and honestly it all seems very Two Confused Baby Queers Who Are Friends Pressured By CompHet to me), who reaches out to him after All The Shit Goes Down. It is amazingly wholesome, really, in the context, and reaffirms Raffles and Bunny’s love for each other and and and–!!!! I don’t want to give too many spoilers, because honestly, it’s beautiful .
Really and truly like… Raffles and Bunny have a straight up unequivocal love story. It is not in question. I have never read a single article or essay about them – and I am talking published academic articles – that doesnt talk about their queerness and how married they are. They are best friends, and they love each other and Bunny stops the narrative all the time just to remind the reader how pretty and wonderful Raffles is and how much he loves him.
But yes. The ending is very, horribly sad. But… but also, the “end” comes at the end of the second book, so after the Sad you get a whole other short story collection of them being ADORABLE, and then a novel which… whew. Is really something. And Raffles’ death, though very, painfully sad also…. well. It has a lot of meaning and poignancy. A lot.
And then when you still can’t handle the Sad, there is always the “he faked his death again and they are actually running around Europe together being married and stealing things” theory which, I think, is 100% viable!!!!
….What I mean to say is… Yes, the end of their story is sad. But it is only so sad because it is so beautiful for the rest of the journey. Raffles and Bunny have an unequivocally queer love story despite being written in the early 1900s, and even more than that, they have one of the best love stories I have ever read, watched, or otherwise consumed. You won’t regret reading it.
and anyway he’s not dead they are in Italy being married and living happily ever after I accept no other ending
Also the TV series from the 70s is like a de-angst-ed version of the books whilst still being extremely loyal to character!!!!!!
This is already far too long, I am sorry!!! But if you have any other questions about it or want links to the books or the tv show, hit me up, Nonny, and I will enthusiastically oblige!!!!!
(P.S. Also I can heartily recommend the Psmith books, by P.G. Wodehouse, if you are into this sort of genre!! They are really funny, and Psmith is a ridiculous, wonderful creature, and very in love with his best friend. It has a fair bit of cricket to wade through, but in my experience all the best things do, so pad up and approach the crease, I suppose! Tally ho!!)
reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole
This goes so hard for the Raffles fandom. I can’t say if we’re that chill (*cough*) but certainly cool and friendly ^^ And personally, you’re always welcome to my inbox!
Oh hell yes, if you are even a little interested in my sweet boys AJ Raffles, Bunny Manders, and E.W. Hornung, like… yes. Come and say hello. It is true that we aren’t chill, but that is only because we are far too warm and welcoming for that 😊
and that we are burning up with an uhhealthy obsession for our dear depressed darling danger thief and his anxious feral angel bitch husband
If you have any Rafflesy questions or if you are at all Raffles-curious, please please please feel always free to send me a message or otherwise say hi!!!! I am always
recruiting for the Raffleite Empire super pleased to chat with anyone!
(and of course the same goes for Good Omens (book canon), Discworld, Star Trek TOS, Starsky and Hutch, Star Trek DS9, Sherlock Holmes, Jeeves and Wooster, and Psmith! …and if anyone out there also feels like talking about my homeboy Jerome K Jerome…!)
I think about these lifestyles every goddamn day
AJ Raffles and Bunny Manders, husbands, sitting in their cosy cottage in Ham Common, eating fancy homemade bread (and New Zealand lamb) and wearing stolen diamonds and enjoying a cup of coffee after robbing two separate museums and five mansions:
*gets to the part i really started writing this fanfic for*
me: *sternly* this better be good, me
-shakes fist at myself- “You can’t nap this story into existence, Wolfie!! You can’t dream it into being! If you want the Victorian Gentleman Burglar Husbands to get the happily ever after they deserve YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO RESEARCH THE LAYOUT OF LATE VICTORIAN GERMAN CRUISE SHIPS!!!!”
sh-sherlock holmes server 😳👉👈
there you go! everyone is welcome to join us and the link is set to never expire but do keep in mind that
So I have read several people complaining that they can’t be expected to know the “unwritten rules” of fandom. So here’s what I wish people knew:
Fanfiction is fiction.
Fictional people are not real.
Fictional people do not have rights.
Fictional people cannot be abused.
Reading or writing about something does not mean the desire to do or support it in the real world.
If I find art upsetting/triggering/disgusting/outraging/unpleasant/squicky/distressing/offensive, it is on me not to read it, not the creators and hosts to remove it.
Curate your own experience. The back buttons exist for a reason.
If you don’t trust yourself to do that, get someone you trust to do it for you.
Fandom is an adult space. Adults create and own and host fandom spaces. If minors want to participate, then the onus is on them and their parents/guardians/trusted adults to ensure they participate appropriately, not on strange adults to stop being adults.
You often don’t know the assault status or mental health status or neurotype or race or nationality or religion or gender or sexuality or age of a creator or consumer, and they do not have to disclose to you to justify their fantasy.
AO3 is not a safe space. It is not intended to be a safe space. Proceed accordingly.
Just because you don’t like something or find it offensive doesn’t mean it is a “problem” that “has to be dealt with”.
Most characters in anime are not white.
There is no onus on you to reblog or share anything.
Everyone makes mistakes in fandom and is less than their best self sometimes.
Persistent pseudonyms encourage long term relationships.
Ship wars are stupid.
Someone else enjoying things does not impact on your own enjoyment of other things.
Tagging and warning is a courtesy, not a requirement. Assume any fic might contain untagged content.
Rating is an imprecise art, not a science.
Don’t hassle IP creators.
Most people who are in fandom are hoping to make connections based on a shared passion.
Trying to profit from transformative fanworks puts us all at risk.
No one is obligated to share your head canon or fanon.
Being kind rarely fails to pay off.
It is okay to block and remove people who make your experience unpleasant. You don’t have to placate them. (Learn from my mistakes).
Britpicking is a good thing.
You don’t have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don’t have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you’re batting a losing wicket.
I’m not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)
If you aren’t mature enough to take responsibility for your online experiences, you aren’t mature enough to be in fandom spaces.
reblogging this because:
a) good content
but, more importantly, b) cricket metaphor <3
Psmith, who had waited patiently with him, though his own work was finished, accompanied him down to the post-office and back again to the bank to return the letter basket; and they left the office together.
“By the way,” said Psmith, “what with the strenuous labours of the bank and the disturbing interviews with the powers that be, I have omitted to ask you where you are digging. Wherever it is, of course, you must clear out. It is imperative, in this crisis, that we should be together. I have acquired a quite snug little flat in Clement’s Inn. There is a spare bedroom. It shall be yours.”
“My dear chap,” said Mike, “it’s all rot. I can’t sponge on you.”
“You pain me, Comrade Jackson. I was not suggesting such a thing. We are business men, hard-headed young bankers. I make you a business proposition. I offer you the post of confidential secretary and adviser to me in exchange for a comfortable home. The duties will be light. You will be required to refuse invitations to dinned from crowned heads, and to listen attentively to my views on Life. Apart from this, there is little to do. So that’s settled.”
Excerpt from Psmith in the City, by P.G. Wodehouse
For context, lmfao, the “crisis” is that Psmith and Mike’s supervisor at work isn’t very friendly. And “businessmen, hard-headed young bankers”? Really, Psmith? You work in the post room of a bank, and today was your first day.
Also, latching onto Mike the moment you see him, refusing to let go all day, staying an entire hour after finishing work in order to wait for Mike, including following him around the building like a lovesick puppy wherever he goes, and then asking him to move in with you… Oh, Psmith. You Extra, ridiculous, clingly, beautiful bastard.
Reblogging because PSMITH IS AMAZING and I love him. Clingy, lonely, adoring little irritant.
Pick your fighter
One of the first books I read in English as a kid, maybe 1 year after I started learning English, was a booklet with a title like, How to Have a Great Time at Summer Camp. I don’t remember the exact title and I know I only picked it up because the other books in English in my school’s library looked way beyond my level, stuff like Austen and Dickens. The summer camp booklet didn’t look too interesting but it was small with simple sentences. I ended up being fascinated with it because it was the most American thing I had ever got my hands on and it felt impossibly exotic
- all the kids had cool American names like Jill and Mike. One of them at one point talked about the “chipmunks” in the woods near the camp, a mysterious word that didn’t exist in my tiny English dictionary, and for some reason I pictured them as scrawny wolves. I had read Little House on the Prairie so I knew wolves were a major concern for Americans
- camp “counsellors” were often mentioned, and my pocket English dictionary only defined that word as “psychologue”. I thought it was weird how American summer camps had dozens of psychologists roaming the premises, one for every 5 to 10 kids. That felt like a lot of psychologists
- I had no idea that the word “pet” could mean “favourite”. When the booklet said one kid might become “the camp counsellor’s pet”, my dictionary helpfully led me to believe it meant that a psychologist would pick one unfortunate kid to be his domestic animal for the summer. Slightly disturbing. I moved on
- the kids slept in “bunks” and my stupid dictionary only defined this word as “couche”. Which is not wrong, but we would probably say couchette instead, or better yet lits superposés, and couche is also our word for diaper so you can see why I continued being deeply intrigued by every new detail I learnt in this booklet. American kids are excited about camp because they get to sleep in diapers
- I had never encountered the word “baseball” before but managed to guess it was some kind of sport, but when the booklet mentioned the “baseball diamond” (in the context of a kid saying the baseball diamond was big) I of course assumed it was an actual diamond that you could win if you won a game of baseball at camp. For some reason I had a debate with a classmate over the plausibility of this. I say for some reason because I didn’t really question the diapers or the wolves or the psychologists with their human pets. A diamond though? Doubt. I just remember that we were queueing up for lunch and I was like “What do you think?” and my friend said hesitantly, “Maybe if it’s a small diamond?” and I insisted “No! The book says it’s big!”
- among the basic items the book said every kid should bring to camp were “batteries”. I didn’t bother looking up that word in my dictionary seeing as it’s the same in French. I didn’t know it was a false friend, and I was impressed to learn that most American kids own a drum set and bring it to camp as an essential item
- on the same page, in the list of things every kid should put in their suitcase for summer camp, another item was “comic books”. I wasn’t sure what those were since in French we call them BD, but basing myself on the word “comic” I assumed they were books of jokes and puns. I loved learning that in the US all kids bring humour anthologies to summer camp, presumably because they worry about running out of funny things to say. I thought American kids sounded nervous and sweet. But also really cool, because of all the drums
Just a taste of the goofy goodness of Starsky and Hutch in dedication of the wonderful @theoriginofcarrots
Thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuu!!! 😘😘😘
Love them, specially the “Oh no! Starsky fell over again” ones and the pool gymnastics
hmmmm falling flat on his -very gorgeous- ass while wearing extra tight red long johns 😜 👅
I don’t shout about Starsky and Hutch anywhere near as much as I ought to, because it really is magnificent, and y'all need to watch it.
It’s ridiculous, and profound, and dark, and silly, and funny, and tragic, and queer, and sweet, and moving, and just utterly lovely. If you are a fan of stories centred on ride or die best friends who are lowkey (…highly…) in love, then you’ll love it.
Oh, Starsky and Hutch. Such a brilliant show!!!!
They know I take an interest, and they take my recommendations very seriously! “You must have been a great reader,” said one fine chap, ingenuously impressed by a little harangue (between ourselves and the counter) on Charles Reade. I said I had written a bit myself. “Books?” “Some.” “What books, sir?” “Well, among others the ones you were asking for a minute ago.” He had wanted “Raffles” and it was out. I really was not out for effect, but the lad’s delight would have flattered me to death in the old days, and could still warm the cockles of vanity. But that sort of thing was happening daily at first, and it was delightful to find how popular my old villains still are. Now, however, most of the men know all about me, ask for my books with a twinkle, etc. Private Moffat, a very canny young Jock, who reads a book every day of his life, and whom I call ‘the hardest drinker at my bar’, asked if he might criticise “Stingaree”. “If you’re not too crushing,” I replied. “The end was no satisfactory,” said Private Moffat, and also reproved me for killing Raffles in the Boer War. I agreed, and said what I would give to have him out here as a British spy camouflaged as a Y.M.C.A. worker.
~ E.W . Hornung, WWI Diary entry dated Friday March 18th 1918. [As published in Writing From The Jaws of Death]
Consider: Anathema is not all that interested in books. Her grandmother was an early Apple investor; she doubtless grew up with all the latest and greatest information technology at her fingertips. She has a modern university education - she does her research on JSTOR and obscure occult blogs. She can query a SQL database with just the right terms to find exactly what she needs, first try. Anathema is indifferent to books - it’s just that she’s from a family that fetishized one book.
Consider: Newt needs books. After all, if he tries to look something up on Wikipedia, the servers shut down and the smartphones of everyone in a quarter-mile radius get bricked. If he went to university, he researched his papers deep in the stacks of the library, cross-referencing dusty volume to dusty volume. (He once tried to use the microfiche reader, but the bulb began to sputter and make popping sounds, so he gave up as a precautionary measure.) Newt is the kind of person who misses card catalogs, because he needs card catalogs.
Consider: You’re writing the kind of story where the adults present at the end of the world stayed in touch, so both Anathema and Newt are available when Aziraphale needs all hands on deck to discover the secret of your story’s supernatural mcguffin. They arrive at the bookshop, ready to give it their all.
“Where’s your computer?” asks Anathema.
She is escorted to the back room, where she is confronted with Aziraphale’s Amstrad PCW. It doesn’t even run on DOS, for somebody’s sake.
Ok, fine. She has her Macbook in her bag. What’s the WiFi password?
WiFi? Aziraphale’s computer can access the internet, but only because he expects it to. There’s no WiFi network - celestial and occult beings don’t need them.
Aziraphale looks from Anathema, who once casually drew pictures on the title page of the one book of prophecy he was never able to acquire, to Newt, who, in the past five minutes, has established a base at the back room table, surrounded himself with antique tomes, and started taking notes on a scratch pad.
Aziraphale distractedly sends Anathema and Crowley across the way to fetch coffee, and then he leans over Newt’s shoulder to point out a noteworthy illustration, which Newt has already bookmarked and used to draw a parallel to a passage in another book.
Newt is hapless, anxious, and often underestimated, but he’s not stupid. And Aziraphale likes him a lot, because they have a lot in common.
OH MY GOD YES
Why has this never been mentioned anywhere before???
This makes Absolute Perfect Sense!
Especially when you consider that Newt’s old job was literally just sorting through newspaper clippings and highlighting important information. And he actually fucking rocked at it.
I mean, I feel like people really overlook the fact that Newton Pulsifer was the only character in the entire bloody book to figure out that something funny was happening in Tadfield on his own. Not the only human character, the only character full stop.
Anathema and Aziraphale had the prophecies. Crowley and Shadwell had directions from Aziraphale. Newt literally just had a scrap of newspaper showing that Tadfield had been having unusually nice weather for the time of year, for the past eleven years, and that was all he needed to send him down there.
Shadwell had him looking for signs of witchcraft by sifting through the British tabloids, which are pretty much guaranteed to bring up a lot of false positives in that regard, and yet Newt managed to find the one thing in there that was genuinely magic.
Aziraphale would love him.
Of course Aziraphale would love him. Newt is the Crowley analog. Asking questions of people who are dedicated to a rigid system. (“Don’t the churches so that sort of things these days?” And “You can’t let a 400 year old witch tell you what to do”) Right down to the whole “rebound” issue where he tries to do something and it backfires on him. (“Uh, yeah, if I wanted to improve this computers improvements all I’d have to do is open the disk defragmenter.” Vs “Call Aziraphale! ….ARRGH!”) The only real difference there is that Crowley sews the seeds of his own destruction and Newt seems to have an innate quality to him.
Anyway this is why Newt walking Crowley through an anxiety attack is on my to write list.
I was rewatching the show yesterday (because of course I bloody was) and the scene where Newt asks Anathema “don’t you ever do things just because you want to?” cuts directly into Crowley’s drunken ramble about the nature of falling and it hit me how similar they both are. (Also Anathema/Az - see a bit further on)
They both are cut off from the thing that is important to them: Crowley by Falling and Newt by his curse with machinery. They’ve both been stumbling along, making their own way. The parallel of Newt Falling from his job in the corporate agency and ending up in a grubby, grimy, smelly place with weird stuff on the walls is a subtle call back to Crowley’s own fall from the shiny corporate land of Heaven to the gloomy soggy mess that is Hell.
Their approaches to their significant others also runs a parallel course, although Newt’s version is much abridged in time: run into person from The Opposition, both quite guarded and jabbing at each other, Questions are Asked, Free Thought is encouraged and when one is melting down because he’s feeling useless the Other gives him the emotional boost he needs (”Could you? Make these machines work better” / “Do something, or I’ll never talk to you again!”)
And wow on the Az and Anathema parallels. The line where that really hit me was “I’ve spent my whole life trying to work out what Agnes wanted me to do and she’s never failed me. Sometimes, I fail her.” - is this or is this not Aziraphale’s relationship with God in a nutshell? It’s the divine plan, after all. It’s Ineffable.
YES I have ALWAYS thought this (RE Anathema-Aziraphale Newt-Crowley)!!!
And Newt doesnt get enough appreciation generally. He is clever and compassionate, and generally a wholly top drawer sort of a chap, if you ask me. More love for Newton Pulsifer!
Or, “If I see one more person translate ‘Kaiidth’ with ‘Que sera sera’ I’m going to start screaming”
Let me preface this by saying that I am emotionally invested in this. Kaiidth has pulled me out of some pretty dark places in my life, and whenever I see it equated to “Que sera sera” it makes me want to punch something. Because to me, the two sayings have nothing at all to do with each other. This is also going to be long, so you may want to buckle up tight.
My thesis: when you translate the term Kaiidth using “Que sera sera”, you may be encouraged to think that it’s a defeatist term and that it implies that you should accept whatever happens without having feelings about it. Some people also say it means “you shouldn’t work for your future because whatever is meant to happen will happen”. And while I agree that all this could be applied to our human saying, it is not at all what Kaiidth means, even though at first glance, it may appear so.
Let’s look at the original translation. Kaiidth: what is, is.
In the KirShara page on Kaiidth, the saying is compared to the words of Lao-tzu in the 76th verse of the Tao Te Ching: “An army that cannot yield will be defeated. A tree that cannot bend will crack in the wind.”
Kaiidth is a very complex word, you see, but at its basis, Kaiidth is acceptance. The beauty of it is that it can be applied to multiple situations, from the smallest to the biggest. The most used example to explain it is the mistake in artistic creation, as Surak’s discussion of Kaiidth shows:
Artists and composers easily grasp the concept of kaiidth.
They use it in their creations without conscious thought.
Even the best painters experience accidents.
Paint is spilled. Water is splashed.
Eager fingers leave stains.
Some artists weep, believe their work is ruined.
But the true artist fits the paint-drip,
watermark, or stain into the picture.
This is kaiidth.
“Well,” you might say, “isn’t that the exact definition of ‘you should accept whatever happens without having feelings about it’?”. But really… you expect Vulcans to talk about emotional control in public? Please.
In this infinite rant, I am going to apply Kaiidth to emotional acceptance, which is something Vulcans are not comfortable talking about out loud but is definitely part of the Kaiidth philosophy. It is doubly important for Vulcans, I may add, because it is a tool of emotional control, which is something fundamental for a telepathic species with very strong feelings. This acceptance works at multiple levels and it only truly works if you let it meet you where you are.
I follow the “cricket” tag on tumblr (what don’t judge me) and so often I’m scrolling and like OH WAIT THAT WAS A CRICKET TAG and I go back up to find croquet content instead…
My inner Victorian gentleman cries a little every time he sees one of those damned mallets and hoops.
unpopular opinion: Vimes is kind of drama queen
Sam “held a burning hot coal until it nearly took the skin off his hand while maintaining perfect calm and eye contact with the asshole in need of intimidation Just Because” Vimes? Sam “sitting on the stoop with a mug of cocoa and a cigar, cautiously aware of every inch of the scene he’s building” Vimes? Sam “could just tear his sleeve to show the mark of the Summoning Dark but instead tears off his whole goddamn shirt” Vimes? A drama queen? Reaching a bit don’t you think
Yep, certainly doesn’t seem to describe Sam “pretends to eat poison as a power move” Vimes. Not Sam “buries an axe in the table in the Rats Chamber” Vimes.
I mean are we really talking about Sam “yes a whole room full of candles with wicks dipped in holy water is the best way to beat this vampire” Vimes, here? Sam “has fought bad guys on top of a speeding train AND a riverboat during a flood” Vimes, really? Definitely Sam “nearly gets shot in the head by a crossbow bolt that shatters his shaving mirror and then uses the bolt to prop up a shard of said mirror to finish shaving” Vimes we’re discussing here?
vimes did not resign from his post in protest, observe the rest of the watch resign from their posts in protest, recruit them into a militia, sail to the country they were at war with, and attempt to arrest two different armies for disturbing the peace so you could sit here and call him a drama queen, as though drama was some myffic quality bestowed by an accident of birth and not the inherent right of every creatively petty and histrionic citizen of ankh-morpork
vimes is a drama public employee