#Muse: Jane Marple

[anoseforrottenapples]

When Do you Gaze At Your Soulmate?

When They Don't Know You're There

you want to see who they are at their core. your love smiles for you. they put on a brave face. they tell you off when you're out of line and they encourage you when you know your mistakes are piling up. they're the one who is always there. but there are moments you catch them unawares and that is when you watch them. you want to see the expression their face takes when they aren't being brave for you. you want to see how they smile when it isn't designed to lift your own burdens. you want to see what they say to everyone else. how they talk about you. how everyone else encourages them or if they let anyone be there at all. you want to see what is underneath it all so you can prove that's who you love. the parts of them they try to hide. the parts they think you don't already know and adore.

When They're Unaware

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

When They're Getting Ready for the Day

this is all you've ever wanted. you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day. you watch as they pair the colors. you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.

Tagged by @pagetreader

Tagging: I think everyone I know has been tagged so... steal it?

[anoseforrottenapples]

While Jane is quite comfortable doing all the sleuthing on her own when she needs too, she has no qualms handing clues over to younger and more energetic detectives, or Private Investigators as Nancy has christened herself. She is at an age now where she is content to focus her abilities on gossiping over cups of tea, observing her neighbors from her garden, and making seemingly random small talk at parties. Nancy, on the other hand, has all the pep, vigor, and resilience of youth. There are few places she will not go to follow her clues, and the more physically active a case is then the more excited she becomes. She would delight in the confrontation with Grinch becoming almost physical, considering such a reaction as proof positive to the theories the women have developed. “Three more?” Jane rose both eyebrows and eagerly set her saucer back down on the table. “Now of course I knew about him hiding all of that money he stole under Mrs. Wilmer’s lovely hyacinths, and I was quite sure he had hidden his late wife’s jewelry nearby, most likely mixed in with the iris bulbs. Hiding the jewelry off his own property was the only way to ensure the police would not find it on accident, thus supporting the claims that it was stolen. This would also allow him to collect the insurance money… and jewels like that are always insured for a tidy sum. Of course, I always suspected he had had a hand in his poor wife’s passing as well… but what was the other crime?” Jane knew Grinch to be a dirty little thief, taking advantage of his position as treasurer to rob his church of a tidy sum of money. He had skimmed all of it off the top of the collection plate, doing it steady and slowly enough that he amassed quite a tidy pile before the poor vicar noticed. The idea that he was committing insurance fraud over his wife’s expensive jewelry tied into the idea that he had murdered the poor woman for her life insurance. Just like stealing from the church, he had committed these crimes so slowly and methodically so that no one would suspect anything to be amiss.   Except that it is rarely just ill fate that allows a man to be surrounded by so many tragedies in such a short span of time. To lose his wife in her sleep after a gradual decline of health is a seemingly natural outcome… but there is nothing natural about all of her jewelry going missing a few days after the funeral, and for the vicar at Mr. Grinch’s church to suddenly find a steady pattern of discrepancies in the donations. The latter two events also happened against the background of Mr. Grinch abruptly announcing that he is selling his home in River Heights, and moving to the Caribbean to ‘really get away from it all’. Nancy’s request for an explanation brings a smile to Jane’s lips. “Well… it was several things I suppose. Firstly, Mr. Grinch has had far too many things shake his world in the last few weeks, and they all seem to be connected. You’ve heard the old saying, ‘when it rains, it pours?’” She prompts Nancy to remember. “Well, when they say that, they generally mean a whole collection of unconnected events all happening at the same time. You know, your car gets a flat tire, your father abruptly announces he has to take a business trip to London, and your favorite dress gets a tear in the skirt all in the same morning. All surprising, and somewhat irking but clearly unconnected.” Needing to moisten her throat, Jane retrieves her teacup and takes a sip. “In Mr. Grinch’s case, though, everything was a bit too connected. His wife’s jewelry is stolen right after her funeral? He is filing for multiple kinds of insurance at once, the vicar at his church finds a large amount of money missing, and he is planning on leaving the country very soon after his wife’s passing? That is far too much to be mere coincidences, Nancy.” Taking another sip of tea, she thoughtfully adds. “It reminds me of young Silvas Martins, back in Saint Mary’s Mead. He was a slick young man from Brighton, and convinced many of the villagers to invest in a resort he planned to build on one of the near-by lakes. Right when people began to suspect his resort would never materialize, Silvas announced he needed to travel to Glasgow so he would be gone for a few days. The police caught him in Liverpool, trying to get work on a cargo ship that would take him out of the country.”

“As for knowing what he was doing in the neighbor’s yard on Saturday… well… that was simply because Mr. Grinch did not know his plants. I saw him in Mrs. Wilmer’s garden on Saturday evening, and casually mentioned it when I ran into him at the post office on Monday morning. He told me that he was helping Mrs. Wilmer plant some new hydrangeas, hence why he needed the shovel. That’s how I knew he was lying. Firstly, one plants new hydrangeas either in the fall, or earlier in the spring… and it is now the middle of July. Secondly, one never goes digging around in a garden at night unless you are a boy looking for nightcrawlers. To garden at night is quite risky—one could end up digging into roots or otherwise damaging healthy plants. To claim he was planting new flowers in a bed at night is really quite silly to anyone who knows anything about gardening!” Of course, that means this information might have gone over Nancy’s head. While Nancy has many skills, interests, and hobbies, she has never displayed much of a green thumb that Jane has ever seen. She can appreciate flowers, and admire a lovely garden, but the process of turning a patch of dirt into said lovely garden is an unsolvable mystery to Nancy. Mr. Grinch’s comments might have struck the girl as peculiar, but Jane doubts Nancy would have been able to read much more into them.

Nancy Drew & Miss Marple: @anoseforrottenapples

"It would seem your theory holds some credence, Miss Marple." Comes Nancy's poised response. "Would you believe Josiah Grinch just about bowled over the sheriff in an attempt to evacuate the premises?" A near-wicked grin curls across her lips. "And it's all because I alluded to the fact that you knew what he'd been up to last Saturday? With his shovel in neighbors yard--"

The teen detective eagerly leans forward in her chair. "He confessed to at least three other crimes with how fast he was speaking." She pauses. "So Miss Marple, how was it that you figured he was the guilty party so quickly?" Nancy presses. If only so that she may make note of the other woman's methods.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Craig Simpson

Published: Mar 25, 2023

Agatha Christie novels have been rewritten for modern sensitivities, The Telegraph can reveal.

Poirot and Miss Marple mysteries have had original passages reworked or removed in new editions published by HarperCollins.

The character of a British tourist venting her frustration at a group of children has been purged from a recent reissue, while a number of references to people smiling and comments on their teeth and physiques, have also been erased.

It comes after books by Roald Dahl and Ian Fleming were edited by modern publishers.

The new editions of Christie’s works are set to be released or have been released since 2020 by HarperCollins, which is said by insiders to use the services of sensitivity readers. It has created new editions of the entire run of Miss Marple mysteries and selected Poirot novels.  

Digital versions of new editions seen by The Telegraph include scores of changes to texts written from 1920 to 1976, stripping them of numerous passages containing descriptions, insults or references to ethnicity, particularly for characters Christie’s protagonists encounter outside the UK.

The author’s own narration, often through the inner monologue of Miss Jane Marple or Hercule Poirot, has been altered in many instances. Sections of dialogue uttered by often unsympathetic characters within the mysteries have also been cut.

In the 1937 Poirot novel Death on the Nile, the character of Mrs Allerton complains that a group of children are pestering her, saying that “they come back and stare, and stare, and their eyes are simply disgusting, and so are their noses, and I don’t believe I really like children”.

This has been stripped down in a new edition to state: “They come back and stare, and stare. And I don’t believe I really like children”.

Vocabulary has also been altered, with the term “Oriental” removed. Other descriptions have been altered in some instances, with a black servant, originally described as grinning as he understands the need to stay silent about an incident, described as neither black nor smiling but simply as “nodding”.

In a new edition of the 1964 Miss Marple novel A Caribbean Mystery, the amateur detective’s musing that a West Indian hotel worker smiling at her has “such lovely white teeth” has been removed, with similar references to “beautiful teeth” also taken out.

The same book described a prominent female character as having “a torso of black marble such as a sculptor would have enjoyed”, a description absent from the edited version.

References to the Nubian people – an ethnic group that has lived in Egypt for millennia – have been removed from Death on the Nile in many instances, resulting in “the Nubian boatman” becoming simply “the boatman”.

Dialogue in Christie’s 1920 debut novel The Mysterious Affair at Styles has been altered, so where Poirot once noted that another character is “a Jew, of course”, he now makes no such comment.

In the same book, a young woman described as being “of gypsy type” is now simply “a young woman”, and other references to gypsies have been removed from the text.

The 1979 collection Miss Marple’s Final Cases and Two Other Stories includes the character of an Indian judge who grows angry demanding his breakfast in the original text with “his Indian temper”, a phrase now changed to say “his temper”.

References to “natives” have also been removed or replaced with the word “local”.

Across the revised books, racial descriptions have been altered or removed, including, in A Caribbean Mystery, an entire passage where a character fails to see a black woman in some bushes at night as he walks to his hotel room.

The word “n-----” has been taken out of revised edition, both in Christie’s prose and the dialogue spoken by her characters.

It is not the first time Christie’s works have been altered. Her 1939 novel And Then There Were None was previously published under a different title that included a racist term. 

Agatha Christie Limited, a company run by the author’s great grandson James Prichard, is understood to handle licensing for her literary and film rights. The company and HarperCollins have been contacted for comment.

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“The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.”

-- George Orwell, "Nineteen Eighty-Four"

[misscrawfords]

Your top 5 fictional characters :)

This is from ages ago and I've been sitting on it because it is SO HARD. Only five??! How?!

So I'm going to try with massive apologies to all the many that I'm missing out and with the caveat that I'm not allowed more than one per author/show/book/film series/whatever. In no particular order:

Henry Tilney - the perfect romantic hero, proving that ice-cold and brooding is not, in fact, the way to a woman's heart

Mary Crawley - my home girl and muse, whose voice lived within me for most of my 20s

Viola Fitzgerald - my OC, who is part of my soul and I miss desperately and yes she looks like Hayley Atwell in MP. I have a mug which says "What would Viola do?" and sometimes I imagine her sitting by my side - and judging the hell out of everything I do. I need to find a way to carry her spirit forward creatively.

Odysseus - the ultimate trickster and my guy in the Classics. I'm a Classics teacher. I have to have a Classical character on here somewhere and I guess it's this bastard.

Jane Marple - providing me with gentle hope that I can stay single and be useful and appreciated and a valued member of a community surrounded by friends and family who care about me, even if I end up with no immediate family of my own. I'm so scared of that and Miss Marple gives me real inspiration and comfort.

[jungandwilde]

I just want to be a live-in help for a wealthy family over the holidays and fall madly in love verbally abuse the detective, who came in to solve a murder. We also both share an elderly family friend that's way too nosy and solves the murder instead.

Am I asking too much?

[anoseforrottenapples]

Jane smiled at Henry’s muttered admission about his mother. “Mothers usually see things in their child that no one, often not even the child, usually see.” She pointed out. “It is the prerogative of being a mother, or so I’m told. Of course, I would have no great experience there as I never married, nor have I had any children.” Henry was willing to tacitly acknowledge that they disagreed about his stance, but still had enough manners to let the argument drop, and move back to the business at hand.

“You’re quite welcome, Mr. Allard.” Jane inclined her head, intending to move toward the door and see him out as was polite. “I would like that very much. Danielle was her name, wasn’t it? She seems like a wonderful woman. Even without having met her, I would venture to say that you two are well matched to each other. That is a wonderful thing for couples to be. Many people in this world are not nearly so fortunate.”

@anoseforrottenapples : Henry & Jane

“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”

Chuckling as he packed up the last of his recording equipment, Henry shrugged. When he’d chosen to interview Miss Marple for his journalism class, he hasn’t expected her to be such a spitfire. She reminded him of his fianceé in a way. Danielle certainly would have loved the old lady and they could have talked each other’s ears off.

“And what of the man who has no cause? One who just wants to live without needing a reason to?”

[avictimofthejazz]

//I've wanted to do this for a wee bit so here's all the RP blogs you can find me at with associated characters.

ThereIsMoretoMyLifeThenIce (Disney's Frozen/Low Activity/Working on Reviving It) Queen Elsa, Kristoff Bjorgman, & Hans Westergaard

AVictimoftheJazz (1970/80s mixed muses/High Activity (for me) Templeton 'Faceman' Peck, BA Baracus, Dr. Kelly Stevens, Dr. Maggie Sullivan (A-Team), Michael Knight (Knight Rider), Murphy Michaels (Remington Steele), Elaine Grazzo (Booker), Officer James Street (SWAT 1975)

FourCornersArizona (Magnificent 7 TV show (1998-2000). Consolidation of several individual blogs. Low Activity but picking up) Vin Tanner, Mary Travis, Billy Travis, Judge Orrin Travis, Inez Recillos

ANoseforRottenApples (British mixed muses/High Activity (for me) Miss Jane Marple (Miss Marple books/show), Detective Sargent/Inspector Gavin Troy (Midsomer Murders show only), Mary Woodhull (TURN: Washington's Spies).

[detectiverickitubbs]

Bailouts & Investigations: Jane and Tubbs

@anoseforrottenapples​ continued from X

Word was rampant, spreading through the streets faster than a gasoline infused wild-fire. A very English grandmother had been detained. The first whispers to reach Crockett and Tubbs came via the motor-mouth known as Noogie Lamont who, reliably slapped on the jive and his own outrageous speculations. 

Squatting in the middle of Crockett’s sleak black Ferrari between the passenger and the driver’s seat, Noogie blasts on,“she’s probably a BANK ROBBER! Holdin’ up those ditzes down at Mutual with her purse.” Just barely avoiding swatting Tubbs by mistake, he gesticulates wildly with his arms. “Like ‘scuzeeeeeeeeeeee me, MANNN. Hold my purse while I help myself to the hundreds. Don’t mind the Knitting needle. Ain’t no body gonna get jabbed less course they deserve it.” He makes a suffering, agonized sound and pretends to have found himself on the pointed end.

Crockett viscerally groans, running his fingers longwise across his stubbled face while he gifts the informant half of his attention. The other half was focused on the house they were supposed to be watching. “You been watching too much of the Tube there, pal?” He wittily retorts, fixing briefly Noogie in the crosshairs of his gaze. 

Unlike Sonny, Tubbs was more willing to entertain the conjecture. If only as means to overcome the pervading boredom that comes from an unmoving setting. “Yeah?” Her dark eyes glow impishly. “Sure. I bet she was handing out those pretty little candies on her way out and her getaway driver gets busted. Felony inability to follow an even five-mile-per hour speed-limit.” Internally, her mind conjures up the mental image of a dear little old lady sitting on phone books to barely set her peepers above the wheel. Followed by images of the robbery unit pursuing on foot. She gives off an extremely humored laugh.

The laughter is met with a flat scowl from Sonny. One that only encourages her and Noogie further. Noogie specially. “I’ve been doin’ some thinkin’,” Noogie starts. His arms are thrown around the two cops shoulders. 

“Careful now. Don’t want ya to hurt yourself,” Crockett interjects in the form of a gravely grumble. 

Both sets of eyes turn towards Crockett. (Tubbs and Noogies). Tubbs’s flash with amusement and Noogie’s contained shades of unbridled judgement. 

“I’m much too young and too fine not to see this for myself!” He proclaims.

“And have you blabbing all over to six counties and blowin’ our covers?” Sonny shoots back. Just like that, he answers his own rhetorical inquiry. “No thank you.”

Tubbs continues, “besides, we don’t even know that this story is accurate. For all we know it’s just a fun rumor to take everyone’s attention off a real crime.”  

Next came the crackle on the radios summoning Tubbs to return to the precinct. They’d have Gina and Trudy cover for them. Apparently, she’s been requested by a prisoner.  

“Come on, MANNNNNNNNNNNNN. It’s just not fair. I just gotta knowwwwww....” Noogie entreats for the invitation to come along. 

“Get out.” Growls Sonny.

Tubbs nods. “You heard the man. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you the highlights.”

The drive back was met with musings about who had used her name and why? Was it connected with the buzz on the streets? 

-----------------------

Tubbs briefly spoke with booking and intake officers in order to ascertain if she what was going on. From them, she received even less than the word on the streets. Go figure. 

Ricki’s breezy steps are cut short as she rounds the corner to find a familiar face. “Hey, I remember you.” She relates, the fondness of a smile gracing her lips. Now the tall-tale weaved by Noogie felt a trillion times more absurd. 

She has to dig back in the rolodex of memory to uncover the name.“Ah, Miss Marple. Right? How’s your friend fairing. The one with - was it a heart surgery?” She questions. 

Tubbs’s own experience in the hospital that night had been extremely harrowing one and the elderly woman’s counsel had brought her more comfort than could easily be expressed. If anything, she certainly owed it to the woman to hear out her story. 

“It’s alright. I’ll pay the bail and we can go back to my place or yours and talk about what’s going on.” She offers, handing a wad of cash to Harvey. Who promptly filled out a form on it and informed Tubbs’s she’d be liable if Miss Marple skipped on bail. A fact that inspired Ricki to roll her eyes. “Does she look like she’s gonna make a run for the borders to you?” She actively challenges. 

Turning to Miss Marple, she nods in understanding. “You gotta forgive these guys. They hear every story known to man. Everyone is quick to assert their innocence and only the really stupid confess their guilt. Unfortunately, they don’t know you from any other person in County lock-up. But give me some time and my partner and I will try to clear this up for you.” Ricki breathes. In truth, she believed the woman. She doesn’t have a reason not to. Internally, she prays that she’ll never have a reason to become mistrustful. 

She waits for them to unlock the cell so that she can extract her lone charge. “They take anything from you when they locked you up? We can swing by and pick them up. As long as you don’t have any confiscated weapons...” She questions. 

Waiting until they were far enough away from eavesdropping ears, Tubbs asks, “so, what’d they charge you with? At least, they ought to have told you that much? I just got back from an undercover and haven’t had time to get my hands on your file.”

[bonnie-barstow-of-flag]

Blind Dates & Storied Pasts

@anoseforrottenapples

It was a romantic set-up. Plain and simple. Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been as easy as one might venture to believe. It had taken a lot of fancy finagling and urging for Devon Miles to concede to her well-organized plot. Bonnie had to rip several pages out of Michael Knight’s book of charm and deploy every ounce of persuasion possibly packed into her lithe frame. Still, the battle feels worth it as she watches the silver fox of the Foundation preening in the mirror like a giddy school-boy. 

“You look wonderful, Devon!” Bonnie cheerfully praises. “You’ll probably have her swooning in no time at all.” 

Eyes of topaz swivel from the mirror to his beloved daughter figure. Nervously, he puffs in return, “I can not fathom what in the devil convinced me to go through with this.” Trembling fingers fidget with his well-tailored vest.

Bonnie’s lips host a championing grin. “You’re going to love tonight. I promise. Jane is a wonderful woman and I think she just might be your type. She is intelligent, distinctly English, refined, and has a lovely taste in fashion. Kitt and I even did some digging into her. Rest assured she is no criminal.” She presses a reassuring hand to the slope of his shoulder. Of course, she could have added that the woman seemed lonely but she didn’t out of respect for both parties. “Besides, I set you up at a very lovely restaurant.”  

Devon swallows sharply. He was confident that Bonnie would never intentionally place him in harms way and that she had done all of her research before hand. Still, he couldn’t help but be a bundle of nerves. “And who will oversee my work?” He muses, trying to find a way out.

“I will.” Bonnie answers without hesitation. “You’ll be too busy having fun.” She reiterates patiently. 

The knock on the Foundation’s door sets Bonnie into motion. “She’s here!” The two words escape her in an almost melodious fashion. Within moments, the brunette bounds to the door.

“Miss Jane, welcome to the Foundation for Law and Government. I was the one who spoke to you the other day,” Bonnie greets. Her turquoise hues flashing vibrantly to life. Miss Marple, though older, was still a real looker. 

Devon swivels around, having delicately shrugged on his suit jacket. Topaz eyes widen considerably as his gaze lifts to fixate on the figure standing next to Bonnie. He blinks several times, his face flushing. It couldn’t be!!!!! The name was right. The countenance, though aged, was right too. He has half a mind to rummage through his desk to find the weathered picture he had carried through the war to reassure himself that he was not in the presence of an apparition. His heart flitters to life with every step closer that he took. “My word, if it isn’t Miss Marple in the flesh and blood.” He warmly whispers. He was of course a gentleman. Despite the assumed familiarity, he addressed her formally to avoid unjustly accosting her. She was still so beautiful and the astonishment is almost too powerful to talk through. If he was mistaken, the date would be over immediately. There would be no respectable way to recover. But if he wasn’t... 

         If he wasn’t they would have a lot of missing time to account for. 

Bonnie’s turquoise orbs widen considerably. She hadn’t imparted the woman’s last name. Curious, she lets her gaze linger on the two. “Don’t tell me, you already know each other.”

[anoseforrottenapples]

“You look quite lovely, my dear.” Jane assured the young woman, her eyes only leaving her knitting long enough to take in Alison’s finery. “Why in the world would you worry you’re parochial looking?” She paused a moment before adding impishly, “Unless you have a great fear of marrying a vicar. Then I suppose you might have grounds for worrying about appearing parochial.” Being from a small village herself, Jane saw nothing wrong with looking more like a country girl. However, she was also not a young woman interested in catching the attention of the many soldiers and bachelors summering in Sanditon either. She was merely here because her dear nephew Raymond sent her to the seaside for several weeks—he thought the fresh air would do her good. “Is there any particular reason why you’re so worried about how you look?” She inquired curiously. “Or are you simply worried about how the other women in Sanditon look compared to you?”

"I fear I look hopelessly parochial."

Open to Charlotte, Georgiana, ships, or mutuals

[thereismoretomylifethenice]

Several of my partners have been doing these height-comparison charts over HERE and I decided it would be fun to compare my tallest muse with my shortest muse. My tallest muse is Kristoff, hands down, as he comes in at 6′5″. My shortest muse is Jane Marple over at @anoseforrottenapples as she comes in at 5′2″. She doesn’t even reach Kristoff’s shoulder XD

[anoseforrottenapples]

Jane: Do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?

Tacky though the line is, Jane’s eyes light up in amusement. “Oh dear… if you’re using ‘raisins’ to refer to the quality of my skin, I am afraid that you’re quite right. I’m afraid I do look every bit of my age.” Her sigh is brief, with a tiny note of regret under it. It only lasts a moment though, before she is smiling again. “I do think I am just a bit old for you. My days of being wooed are all in the past now, I believe. Isn’t there some young, pretty lady you should be trying such a silly line on?” Jane casts her eyes around the room until she spots a blonde standing by the radio, alone and with a drink in her hand. “Why don’t you see if you can make her laugh? She looks as if she could use one.”

[wingedkiare]

Getting to Know You Better

I was tagged by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels and well, here I am!

Rules: Fill out the questions, then tag eight people you want to get to know better.

Name: Whitney

Birthday: Three days before Tyler Seguin’s

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′2″

Hobbies: writing, reading, singing, occasionally drawing, even less often learning to crochet, and finally playing the ukulele.

Favorite Colors: Green, teal, red, blue, and black. Are gold and silver colors?

Favorite Books: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, Dracula by Bram Stoker, Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, Agatha Christie books (I actually really like the Tommy & Tuppence books, though there weren’t many of those - I prefer Miss Marple to Poirot, too), The Club Dumas by Arturo Pérez-Reverte (which might be the basis for The Ninth Gate, but it also is WAY better)

Last Song Listened To: Good Omens Opening Theme by David Arnold

Last Movie Watched: Top Gun. (I am so glad I watched that after we started watching Jaws 3 again on TV. LMAO)

Inspiration For Muse: Anything and everything. Dreams, songs, conversations I’ve overheard.

Dream Job: Writer.

Meaning of URL: I MADE IT UP.  So once upon a time I ran a SWRPG online that lastest for almost 8 years. And I had a character from a primitive species, who were actually descended from a Jedi who had crash landed there a milennia ago.  She was trying to explain something, got stuck trying to translate a word and said ‘winged kiare’ to talk about someone.  She was trying to describe someone as an angel - not like a savior by as a terrible winged warrior.  But since she knows four languages, that’s what she game up with.  Winged kiare.

Tagging: @accidentallypallas, @too-many-cats-in-one-trench-coat (I give you as much permission as I can to skip things), @sidsass, @inthebackoftheimpala @supertiggerwho, @vaderwho and anyone else who might actually do this.

[anelementofsurprise]

30 Questions

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better. 

I was tagged by @my-my-herecomethefuzz. Thank you honey! Xx

Ok I’m going to tag a LOAD of mutuals....

@absolute-twaddle @abibliophilehobbit @ag47silver @almaviva90 @arda-ancalima @aripanda93 @awkwardmorse @cathawayinspace  @ciara-jane @cmee57 @couchcushings  @dastardlywhiplash @doctor-punkenstein @ems-the-goldcrest @goodoldbaz @judes-law @kokido-kuku @ll-again @missthursday @mybelladuveen  @nasturtian   @pinkfloralcake @reginaldmaudling @slowlymychaos  @sphinxyvic @smilingsweetlyonwards @thequeensmaries @virtusestmedium @vinyaya-jay @youre-mostly-water

1. Nicknames? Rach

2. Gender? F

3. Star sign? Gemini

4. Height? 5′3′’ Smol bean.

5. Time? 15:03

6. Birthday? 7th June.

7. Favourite bands? The Beatles. ELO.

8. Favourite solo artist? Roy Orbison, George Harrison, Neil Hannon, Gilbert O’Sullivan....

9. Song stuck in my head? The last was Electric Dreams. 

10. Last movie you watched? The Whistleblower (1986).

11. Last show you watched? Miss Marple.

12. When did I create my blog? October, 2014.

13. What do I post? Anything relating to the ridiculous amount of crushes I have. Aesthetics. TV Series and things going on in my daily life.

14. Last thing I googled? Burt’s Bees. I wondered if they do shampoo. 

15. Do you have other blogs? I do indeed. There’s my aesthetics blog (https://the-musing-munchkin.tumblr.com/) which is updated quite frequently. I’ve also got a positivity blog which has kind of fallen by the wayside. 

16. Do you get asks? When I reblog ask posts.

17. Why did you choose your url?  It was the first thing that popped into my head when I’d finally had enough of the username I’d been going by since I was about 14.

18. Following? 180

19. Followers? 369

20. Favourite colours? Burgundy, racing green, browns. Rustic Autumn colours basically. 

21. Average hours of sleep? Between 7-8 hours.

22. Lucky number? N/A

23. Instruments? I’ve got my Grade 4 in piano. I had lessons for seven years but then got tired of it and I’ve not played for the past few years. 

24. What am I wearing? Soft slim-fit trousers and an oversized boyfriend thick cotton shirt. 

25. How many blankets I sleep with? One. They’re slowly creeping back in again as it gets colder!

26. Dream job? I’d find sourcing props for TV productions fascinating. 

27. Dream trip? Going to the US next year to visit a special someone!!

28. Favourite food? Stir Fry. 

29. Nationality? British.

30. Favourite song now? While My Guitar Gently Weeps

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i write like.... (doing this for both muses AND taking multiple writing samples to get a good average so hello cut)

Ven’s Sample 1, Ven’s sample 2

Sample 1- David Foster Wallace (February 21, 1962 – September 12, 2008) was an award-winning American author of novels, essays, and short stories, and a professor at Pomona College in Claremont, California. He was widely known for his 1996 novel Infinite Jest. In 2005, Time magazine included the novel in its list of the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to the present.

Sample 2-  Stephen Edwin King (born September 21, 1947) is an American author of contemporary horror, suspense, science fiction and fantasy. His books have sold more than 350 million copies and have been adapted into a number of feature films, television movies and comic books. King has published 50 novels, including seven under the pen-name of Richard Bachman, and five non-fiction books. He has written nearly two hundred short stories, most of which have been collected in nine collections of short fiction. Many of his stories are set in his home state of Maine.

Xeha’s sample 1, Xeha’s sample 2

Sample 1 AND Sample 2- Stephen King (again)

JUST TO BE SURE, drabble sample.....

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie DBE (née Miller; 15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976) was a British crime writer of novels, short stories, and plays. She also wrote romances under the name Mary Westmacott, but she is best remembered for her 66 detective novels and more than 15 short story collections (especially those featuring Hercule Poirot or Miss Jane Marple), and her successful West End plays.

So I guess all in all I write like Stephen King despite the fact I haven’t read a Stephen King book um... ever, I think???

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Sophia Myles, was born March 18, 1980 in England. A few years later her brother, Oliver, was born. Her parents names are Peter and Jane. Her father is vicar, a priest in the Anglican Church who is in charge of a parish and receives a salary but not the tithes of the church. Her mother operates in publishing. Sophia lived in Notting Hill until she was 11 , and attended Fox Primary School. Her father was later relocated to Isleworth, a suburb west of London.

At 16 Sophia starred in a school production of Teachers written by Kevin Godber. Among those in attendance, Julian Fellowes, the Oscar winning writer of Gosford Park. Sophia was subsequently cast in the BBC production of The Prince & The Pauper. Julian Fellowes worked on the script. Two years after her role in The Prince & The Pauper, Sophia was cast as young Saffron in the TV mini series Big Women. In 1999, after recently enrolling in Cambridge University to study philosophy, she got a small part in Mansfield Park playing Susan. Before likely to school, Sophia was cast as Agnes Fleming in the TV series, Oliver Twist. (The series way too starred Keira Knightley.) After which, she missing out to pursue acting.

After that, Sophia got a number of small areas in movies and television shows. Most notably, she was cast as Johnny Depp’s wife in From Hell. She also starred in The Life & Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby, The Abduction Club, Heartbeat, and Foyle’s War; the latter 2 of which are TV series.

In 2003, Sophia got a supporting role in Underworld opposite fellow British beauty Kate Beckinsale (Pearl Harbor). Up next, Sophia was cast in the thriller Out of Bounds as Louise, about an awkward young girl in an English boarding school who falls in love with her American art teacher who is married to the headmistress.

Later that very same year, Sophia was cast in the massive screen version of English cult hit the Thunderbirds. Though, the movie didn’t operate as expected, she earned praise for her role as the iconic Lady Penelope. Soon, Sophia began working on Art School Confidential, directed by Terry Zwigoff (Ghost World) playing an American who is the muse of student in art school. Afterwards, she returned to her television roots, starring in Colditz as Lizzie Carter who is the object of affection and desire for 2 brothers. She then appeared in Marple: Sleeping Murder as a young woman who discovers that as a child she witnessed a murder.

Sophia was cast in Tristan & Isolde. She played Isolde, the fiery young Irish princess who is promised to an evil man, that she does not love.

In 2006 she returned to television starring Madame de Pompadour in Doctor Who as the Doctor’s real love.

Name Sophia Myles Height 5' 6″ Naionality British Day of Birth 18 March 1980, Place of Birth London, England, UK Famous for

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