#agatha christie my beloved

[furbyqueen69]

Rakastan kuinka aina ku mummi kertoo et telkkarista tulee agatha christie niissä on homoja

[wardengrill]

POIROT - Death in the Clouds (1992)

[poirott]

Agatha Christie's Poirot costumes [8/?] ↳ Miss Felicity Lemon's green outfit in 3x02 "How Does Your Garden Grow"

"There have been a lot of comments about the wonderful frocks I got to wear. We had a lot of very good costume supervisors and costume designers. Barbara Kronig was one of the original ones. She worked with the late Sheila Buckland who had an incredible store of vintage frocks, most of which I wore in the series. Sheila was very pleased with me because when the frocks were returned she always used to say she couldn't tell it had been worn. Because I really take care of costume, I'm very particular about that. Sheila was meticulous to a degree, she really was, and I've got the most wonderful shoes to wear as well. The production values were extremely high [on the series]." -- Pauline Moran on the costumes she wore as Miss Lemon, Fantom interview, May 2020

[rain-shoshana]

Arthur Hastings is your man for any rough stuff that arises!

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

girl why are you so shape

[pflanzidiezimmerpflanze]

+ bonus:

[spindlesaurus-rex]

Eothiriel murder mystery au mark 2

Because @konartiste asked!!

After the Funeral

It was, in the end, a beautiful day. The sun was strong for September and the air was warm. The beech trees in the garden of the graveyard of Meduseld’s parsonage gently waved and light fell through them, dappled and surprised, onto the neatly trimmed verges that were as they had ever been. The blackbirds were singing, ready for the autumn glut in the hedges and ditches, bright and clear in the morning air. It was an English morning, pure and true. And Uncle Theo was still fucking dead. 

Eomer Eadig, Earl of Meduseld, and just plain Eddie to his friends was currently attempting, in his own way, to square up to that fact. He stood by the fresh earth of the grave, alone, and tried to find some sort of meaning in it all. He did not succeed. All he saw, instead, was the earth that covered his uncle’s body and the neighbouring plot that held his cousin and no rhyme or reason for why he still stood there at all. 

He wondered just how much Wynnie would resent him if he took the bike and left. Just drove out of the grounds and down, away from all the sober suited people who must still be milling about the chapel grounds or starting up the vast lawn and through the yew walk to the house. His house. Damnit, he didn’t want the thing. Besides, that manicured thing that George the gardener called a lawn wasn’t the way to come upon the house anyway. To see it properly you needed to go via the meadows instead, wild grass in the wind, tramp down the path that wound from the hill and trip down those final steep steps until you came upon the roof below you, blinding in the sun. The wildflowers would be out, purple mallow bright against the green and yellow of the long grasses. 

How hideous it was to love something so fiercely, he thought, and be so afraid of loving it at the same time. From behind him came a little cough. 

“They’re starting to head up, old chap. Wyn’s in the lead, so they’ll be alright for a while, but I promised I would come and tell you.” 

Imrahil, master of the neighbouring Amroth Hall, stood tall and unbent. His hair was beginning to grey, silvering his temples and his clipped sharp beard. It lent him an oddly roguish air, as if one could ever forget that he had spent his youth running about in rigging. Eomer loved him fiercely, and had since childhood, having spent the best and earliest days of it running around Imrahil’s home and his own. Neighbouring was a stupid word for it, it took the better part of three hours to ride from one to the other and by the time you had the vistas changed from rolling ranging hills to the sharper cliffs of the sea, but neighbours they were. Imrahil had been staying at Meduseld for the week, helping everywhere. The idea of him leaving this afternoon, of all of those people who only a moment ago he had resented leaving him alone in that great big house without Theo or his Uncle suddenly threatened to bend him in two and he pulled air sharply into his lungs to say something, anything but the words wouldn’t come and he staggered slightly. Imrahil put out an arm. Steadied him. The sun fell brightly still through the trees and, for just a moment, Eomer wept. 

The breeze stirred the leaves above them. Eomer passed a hand over his eyes. Imrahil squeezed his shoulder and he straightened, turned to face his dear friend. “You know I’ve told Wyn to go?” he asked softly, gesturing at the path ahead of them.  

“She’s worried about leaving you.” Imrahil matched his stride, knocking his shoulder against Eomer’s as they left the churchyard and headed into the sunshine. “And I can’t say that I blame her. I don’t like the thought of you rattling around in Meduseld just now on your own. You know you’re welcome with us, don’t you? For as long as you like? Alfie would love it above all, you’re my grandson’s favourite as we all know, and -” He broke off. Eomer was smiling at him, softly, but shaking his head nonetheless. For a while, neither of them spoke. The birds sung still in the hedges about them and the yew walk came into view. Finally, Eomer cleared his throat. 

“I can’t. He trusted me to do this. I have to begin it.” 

Imrahil sighed beside him. “We’ll stay, if you like, as long as you want. Or simply ride over. You can or we will. Hell, I doubt you’ll be able to stop Lola -”

“Lothiriel? Your Lothiriel? Little Lola? I thought she was still in Paris?” Eomer did not try to hide his surprise. He hadn’t seen Imrahil’s youngest child, his only daughter, for some time. She had been in some theatrical or something her brothers had dreamed up, a last hurrah before she went off to school. He remembered her collar, starched and wide and white against the navy of her dress, and how she blushed when they all applauded, pleased with herself. She had blushed, too, when he had kissed her hand in a show of appreciation meant more to make her brothers laugh than to please her. Yet he had been fond of her. She and Wyn, when they could, would sneak away from any governess and join him and the brothers, Amrothos always so brash and Erchirion always so cunning and Elphir trying to keep them all from anything too dreadful, and all of them roving the hills with grass-seed in their boots and plans packed in their bags alongside the ginger beer. Lola and Wyn had never turned from a thing, giddy alongside them. He hadn’t thought to age her in his mind and, for an absurd moment, he imagined her riding over on the pony she had had then, collar flapping. 

Imrahil laughed. “I wouldn’t recommend calling her Little Lola to her face, old thing. I think she’d likely take a parisian heel to your tenderest toe! She tried to make it back for today, of course, but her train was delayed in London. She’ll be here soon, I shouldn’t wonder. Telephoned from the hotel this morning to say she’d buy a car if she had to. She was very fond of your Uncle and - well, she wanted to be here. So she’ll be down and around and about in the shire. I’ll need you to keep her out of trouble, I shouldn’t wonder” 

They had almost made it within sight of the party. Already Eomer could hear the voices, the bubble of polite chatter. Within moments he would be back amidst the thick of other people’s grief and there would be right things to be said and done and thought. He paused, and Imrahil, catching his movement, paused too. 

“She isn’t going back?” He asked. “To Paris? To school?” 

Imrahil laughed again. “School?” he fixed Eomer with a questioning look “She’s twenty two, Eomer. She’s been done with school for some time. She took a degree and has been keeping my sister company. But now Irviniel is coming back and Lola claims Paris has delighted her long enough. Even if it hadn’t been for this, she would have come back over with Ivy in a month.” 

“I can’t think of her as twenty-two, I don’t think” Eomer confessed softly and Imhrail snorted as they resumed their steps. 

“Imagine being her damn father,” he muttered and together they rounded the corner and came upon the rest of the funeral. 

[darthlenaplant]

LMAO the beginning with the opera. (It's a Verdi opera, OF COURSE it has good music)

Jelly Hastings is a remarkably funny Hastings (he's just sad he hasn't been invited to the party, let's be real 🤭)

Curtis is such a piece of shit, why ever would Poirot say he's an unpleasant person Mrs Clapman? 🙄

Poirot DANCING charleston, I am dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣👌👌👌👌👌

That must be one COLOSSAL woodworm Hastings (I wonder what the police was making of it)

Hastings having no appetite sure is weird

Japp typing with one finger, LMAO

How is being at Frinton worse than Miss Lemon being ill, Poirot?

Don't be desolate Japp, Poirot needs an insider in the British Law system.

ROFL, even at being humble Poirot is competitive af 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

[skyriderwednesday]

There's the way ACD handles his injured veteran narrator, which is specifying Watson's injury in the first book, completely changing it in the second book, and then getting increasingly vague in all subsequent mentions.

And then there's the way Agatha Christie does it, which is to not specify what got Hastings invalided out of service at all, just vaguely referencing it to handwave why a young man is wandering about in 19teens Essex rather than off doing WW1 things.

These approaches are equally as valid.

[grusinskayas]

watching the poirot tv series episode of death on the nile today

[shanti-ashant-hai]

wanna read textbooks the way 13 year old me read agatha christie

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: january media recommendations

hey angels, here are my favourite media pieces for what can feel like the rainiest, dreariest month (sorry january…). in order to cheer myself up and beat the end of winter blues here are some of my most beloved pieces of media!

books

my year of rest and relaxation, ottessa moshfegh - for those days when you also feel the desire to sleep for as long as you can.

murder on the orient express, agatha christie - i love a cozy wintery murder mystery!! especially by agatha.

before the coffee gets cold, toshikazu kawaguchi - i read this when im craving connection (and also a good cup of coffee).

small things like these, claire keegan- beautiful religious imagery, gorgeous setting full of intriguing characters. historically relevant.

poems

sonnet 97: how like a winter hath my absence been, shakespeare - i love the sonnet form and this poem encapsulates that winter feeling for me, the fertility and feminine images are so so interesting.

the snow fairy, claude mckay - may be my favourite poem that ive found this year! definitely going to check out some more of her work.

white eyes, mary oliver - nature and mary oliver go together like a cute mug and hot chocolate, total perfection!

dust of snow, robert frost - short and sweet, gives me winter chills!!

films

the holdovers - christmas film maybe, but still relevant and lovely for miserable januaries!

the lion, the witch and the wardrobe - one of my childhood favourites, this film is so cozy and comforting, just what is tvneeded.

notting hill - unrealistic and silly? 100% but it’s still so funny and cute, helps me stay optimistic and hopeful in the winter.

the shining - some days i go a little stir crazy and need some old horror to snap me out of it!

albums

diamonds & rust, joan baez - this album is so beautiful and a fairly new discovery for me, im still letting it sink in. my favourites probably blue sky!

blue, joni mitchell - my perfect winter album. listen to river. always makes me cry.

bury me at make out creek, mitski - some days you just have to sink into those winter blues. i love the last words of a shooting star.

evermore, taylor swift - an underrated taylor album! my go to from november till at least march. marjorie is hitting so hard right now and im not fully sure why!

we’ve made it this far through winter angels! we can make it a little further. stay cozy, safe and most importantly keep romanticising your days in even the little ways.

love, m.

[zukkaoru]

do you have any fave fics on like. any bsd female characters? like character exploration etc.

good fics centered on female characters are pretty hard to come by in the bsd fandom but i have compiled a list for you <3

if i am lost for a day by featherx THEEEE louisa fic of all time!! ft minor montcott, but mostly a louisa character study

the quintessential girlhood of yosano akiko by lizandre yosano character study, ft transfem yosano

we die alone, we'll all die young (what you care to die for?) by hannieuphoria gin character study, canon divergent au, mind the tags but ohh this fic is So Good

Morning glory by CureIcy kyouka-centric, ft. transfem kyouka

so temporary by justadino agatha christie x zelda, brief agatha character study, very good i love it

blue moon by ringingmaybelles kyouka-centric centering on platonic kyouka & atsushi

now i feel my stars align by thatwasanticlimactic higuchi-centric with black lizard found family and minor higugin

if i leave in the morning, don't be mad by paperkids lucygin no powers friends with benefits to lovers (there's no smut; it's rated t)

desert to ice floe (i will follow) by littencloud9 ranpo & yosano siblings fic (the focus is spread about evenly between yosano and ranpo)

Dreamhouse by halfpastmonsoon montcott with lucy being horror movie protagonist coded. as she should be <3

The Castles Garden by TheMidnightThief higugin royalty au fluff

forget-me-not by feralshadowdemon kouyou character study (haven't read this one myself but it was written by a beloved mutual whose other fics i love)

a butterfly in the country of spring by hail_hex yosano-centric, also haven't read this one but i've heard good things

and i'll add some of my own fics because why not!

beneath the candy-coated clouds higuchi/margaret florist x candy shop employee au

the wonder that we'll inspire  lucygin with gin adopting a lizard

with sweet understanding higuchi-centric valentine's day higugin

i'll hesitantly put my akutagawa siblings characters study fic here too since it has a lot of focus on gin, but with a disclaimer that gin is written as nb transmasc, and obviously there's focus on akutagawa as well since it's a study on both of them

[lemedstudent2021]

books & stuff!!

i have been meaning to make this post for months now lol oops :') have been asked to recommend books and stuff so here i am finally, i will update with more as i go along and link what i can find. enjoy!

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Islam

made a list of reads and resources for sisters looking into islam on reddit, indeed this blog was first made with the purpose of sharing things abt islam & muslim daily life & med stuff. so by popular request (a beloved moot lol) i present to u

*:･ﾟ✧ links to playlists:

5 pillars made plain (a playlist going through the foundation upon which Islam is built. Islam 101 if you will)

My moment of conviction (when reverts realised they were on the right path)

Jesus in Islam (learn how Muslims see Isa peace be upon him)

Keys to prophetic parenting (parenting from the perspective of the best of mankind!)

*:･ﾟ✧ resources in general:

Quran.com (listen to the Quran, read the tafsir (exegesis), and peruse reflections left by users)

Sunnah.com (books of Hadith (narrations of the prophet peace be upon him) categorised according to authenticity, the best of which belonging to Sahih Muslim and Sahih Bukhari may God be pleased with them both)

and:

Yaqeen institute (website & youtube)

Mufti Menk (scholar and speaker, passionate, sometimes funny, always informative) & my favourite dad joke of his lol

*:･ﾟ✧ books i have:

Islam for younger people (i reread this often ^-^)

Islam beliefs and teachings (this ones in my dads office lol)

answers to non muslims' common questions about islam (direct and satisfactory)

in the early hours (a book gifted to me and is dear to my heart)

islamic manners (another gift, a must read for everyone really)

God bless! *throws sparkles*

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my library

sadly i am not as well read as i would like to be lol, my lil library is limited to the books i grew up with; a few older children novels and some non-fiction. i mainly want to read classics, literature and poetry alike, like shakespeare, the bronte sisters, jane austen, edgar allan poe and the like. ive been meaning to expand for years, but alas, i have yet to find the time (and motivation) to do so. not really into ya, id love to read crime and mystery though (like agatha christie) one day. wow just remembered my sherlock holmes phase while writing this :D

*:･ﾟ✧ currently reading (and i use the term reading very loosely lol):

the posthumous memoirs of bras cubas (download link)

the iliad - homer

the odyssey - also homer

probably more i forgor

*:･ﾟ✧ on my shelf (physical and metaphorical):

the black death - philip ziegler

hagakure - yamamoto tsunetomo

the ones who walk away from omelas (rec from a moot :3)

as long as the lemon trees grow - zoulfa katouh

there will come soft rains - ray bradbury

*:･ﾟ✧ favourite & most beloved reads:

the anne series (esp anne of the island)

children of the new forest

the secret garden

companions of the prophet (comfort reads of mine. also i have the revised edition and i only found my book 2, heres a pdf tho)

*:･ﾟ✧ others:

toxic childhood - sue palmer (was reading parenting books at 15 lol. tbf its a great read. i also had no friends so)

theres a sequel too (detoxing childhood)

a short history of the ottoman empire - erhan afyoncu (this is the only link i found beside amazon :'))

living in the ottoman lands: identities, administration & warfare (turkiye was beautiful & i still feel guilty abt not reading these two)

probably more i also forgor

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thank u for reading this far and being patient with me i really appreciate it lol. happy reading!!

for my beloveds @notsolonedesert & @sporadicallyanenthusiast <3