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the bait

"Scotch had a brother. A police officer in Nagano, Rum has recently found. We're going to use him as bait." Gin tells Kir.

~4.4k. Gin/Rye. Gin/Vermouth. Kir/Vermouth. Kir/Morofushi Takaaki. AU. Canon divergence before the clash of red and black arc.

Words always spread fast in the organization, at least with regards to whatever the hell is going in between Gin and Akai Shuichi. Although the truth is that before Rye was exposed as FBI agent Akai and was still in the organization, what had happened between him and Gin seems to actually have been "nothing, or almost nothing."

Apparently, when Rye was still in the organization, he and Gin had never even met each other.

Which is what makes the things that happened afterwards so interesting. According to Vermouth, when she was masquerading as a silver-hair serial killer in New York and exchanged a conversation with Akai, he casually asked her "how's my dearest lover Gin doing recently?"

When Vermouth later relayed that to Gin, Gin gave her a look of cold disgust and raised his Beretta, and then said, "Get out."

Both Akai's words and Gin's reaction were soon known by everyone as Vermouth cheerfully shared this piece of news around the organization. While some people, such as Vodka with his abundance of loyalty towards Gin, believed that Gin was of course never involved with Rye and his disgust that day showed that, other people, including Vermouth herself, pointed out that Gin didn't deny being Akai's lover. Something which the former group of people argued was because it's so obviously untrue that it didn't need to be explicitly pointed out.

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A full week after our trip to Milan, Noel Gallagher calls me out of the blue at

home. Not to retract quotes or what he might have done at 4am when he was

incapacitated by alcohol, but because he thinks lying prone on the floor of an

airport check-in is no way to get interview closure. He says he's glad I saw how the brothers really are. No one ever really understands that beneath the vicious teasing and goading lies an intense amount of interdependence. It's an odd marriage but the bond is strong.

In 10 years the Gallagher struggle has gone from an outward "us against the world" to an inward "do I really like you?". Wives and band personnel have come, played a role in the two-handed drama, and gone.

Source: Q, August 2005.

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*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

oh no

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classicists will make the ugliest least functional website in the history of html and it will contain the entire library of fragmentary papyri of the works of aeschylus. for free

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august please be good to all the friends in my phone. thank you

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from "darling, answer me this (who am i to you?)" by Anonymous

once again here to promote that this is the best Shimao (and one of the best fics in general that I've read) fic out there

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BECOME UNFOLLOWABLE

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there are people you haven’t met yet who will love you

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David Suchet on filming the final shot of Agatha Christie's Poirot

The last episode for Agatha Christie's Poirot tv series was shot on location at Greenway, Agatha Christie's house in Devon, on June 28 2013.

David Suchet improvised his last take to give thanks to the amazing crew, by tipping his hat like Poirot would have done. With crew members cheering and crying, David, too, was moved to tears. "This is the end of something that I have lived with half of my life, the culmination of a dream that has lasted years, the pinnacle of what I had worked towards for so long," he writes in his book Poirot and Me.

↳ Documentaries: BEING POIROT (2013) TRAVELS WITH AGATHA CHRISTIE & SIR DAVID SUCHET (2025)

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reblog if you're corny and insufferable

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every time you get a little moment of joy I need you to really notice it and revel in it. suck up every last ounce of serotonin you can get. you're going to need it.

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a co máte v plánu vy?

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Wailing sobbing crying about how often Jinshi is mischaracterized as a possessive prince obsessed with his new toy even by the fans. That boy has had every single thing he's ever cared about ripped away from him for the sole purpose of limiting his attachments and yet he still can't help but let himself feel them. This is a guy that will probably never see the throne but still has had every single experience shaped by it. The amount of choices this actual teenager has gotten to make about his own fucking life are probably capable of being counted on half a hand.

People are so quick to notice the patterns of motherhood and how it's thrusted upon women and the children suffer due to it, but no one is talking about how Jinshi is one of the biggest examples of this. His concubine birth mother twitched him at birth. The woman who raised him seems to have never formed an entirely strong bond with him. His nursemaid would hide his toys if he grew to love them too much, as she obviously saw it as a future distraction. To this day, both Suiren and Gaoshun view his emotional attachments as a prince still screaming for his toys.

The apothecary diaries as a whole is a story about lack of agency. It's about control, and how culture and gender and social status all feed into the same beast that no one ever truly escapes. No one in the rear palace is truly free; no one outside of the rear palace is ever truly free. Those that live their dreams are lucky, and permitted to do so. Jinshi is no exception. No matter how close he gets to someone, no matter how strongly he holds them or bites them, or claims them, it will never be enough. He can claim all he wants, but they will still be treated as a distraction he must grow up from. They will still be toys locked away for his own good.

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your regular reminder that "we protect the data we collect about you" will literally never be as safe as "we don't collect that data about you". If that information doesn't need to exist, then it shouldn't.

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Achilles was a mighty warrior, but his Achilles’ heel was his heel.

Canon [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Cueball talks to White Hat while reading a book. Both are standing.] Cueball: It's so weird reading these 18th century scholars argue about minor biblical details. It's like they're an online fandom or something - they've developed this whole elaborate canon.

[Caption below] It's fun when a word's usage goes full circle and, by analogy, lands back on its original meaning.