#dialogue thursday

[kagehiradaily]

day fifty - dialogue thursday 🎬

[terribleoldwhitemen]

endeavour || raga

[werewolf-transgenderism]

in my documence, straight up "writing it" (I wrote three sentences of my intro)

[fanficrocks]

Heartbreaking dialogues from the Morseverse

Some of the shortest dialogues in the Morseverse shows are the most heartbreaking.

From the Endeavour finale (Exeunt) we have

Thursday: You'll keep an eye? Morse: Always.

And then from the IM finale (The Remorseful Day), there is that iconic scene where Lewis kisses Morse's body on the forehead and whispers "Goodbye, Sir" before walking away.

Finally, in the Lewis finale (What Lies Tangled), it is Laura Hobson who packs more emotional punch into her 5 minutes than the rest of the 85 minutes put together.

Lewis: Ow!

Hathaway: Well I think um I'll leave you guys to get on with it.

Lewis: What was that for?

Hobson: For putting yourself in harm's way.

A bare minute later, comes the suckerpunch - "Like Morse?"

And then, upon Maddox coming back in to call Lewis...

Hobson: Go. Be brilliant.

[the-haunted-office]

"I wasn't wrong, was I?"

Girl, it's been seven months. Seven months and he still wants to pin all that on you and you alone? When he knows better than that? I'm sorry, but you can't convince me that he didn't know.

"I don't know, Ollie. He sure acted like he didn't."

Yeah, he acted like it because that guy is too stupid to figure out anything on his own.

"Ollie!"

What? It's the truth. He needs everything spelled out for him. Guy can't choose which doorway to walk through without someone telling him.

"That's not his fault. And you know that."

What, you're gonna make excuses for him now? After ripping his head off? Personally I think you did him a favor. Gave him an upgrade, anyway.

"Ugh, you know what. This isn't really helping."

Look. I'm sorry, Thursday. I'm not meaning to upset you. I apologize. I just can't stand when you let them upset you like that. You let them do it to you in my timeline too, only you were better at hiding it there, I think. And no, don't say anything, let me finish talking, please.

"Typing."

TYPING. Shut up. You know what I meant. Anyway, all I'm saying is, this isn't your fault, okay? And if you want to think that it is, then only accept the parts that are your fault, which isn't all of it. If Stanley wants to skulk around kicking at rocks, then let him. Jackass is gonna stub his toe one of these days and then he'll have no one to blame but himself.

"...Right. Yeah. You're right. He's just- He's not even my Stanley, right, so what's it matter? Maybe I was just- just trying so hard to make things work out between us because... because I just really miss my Stanley."

...Yeah. I get you. I miss my Thursday. But hey. We're friends. We've got each other. I'm glad for that. I'm sorry about your Stanley, Thursday.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about your Thursday, Ollie."

[decepti-geek]

for all that I love Ghosts, I've been getting a very different kind of joy out of watching uploads of a very, very similar show on youtube - The Ghosts of Motley Hall.

Like, a setup where the ghosts actually mostly like each other from the off, so that a huge chunk of the dialogue just goes towards establishing more and more of their meandering, idiosyncratic shared history (especially because the budget was clearly about £1.50 so they have to establish most things through dialogue)... that has its own kind of charm.

[lovecoredeity]

hi if I just post the adoptable I made here can y’all just give me ideas of how to price it? pricing shit is difficult I’m like hhhh

[kagehiradaily]

day seventy.one - dialogue thursday 🎬

[frogmanfae]

*slips and drops this* oh- whoops!

"It's you and me, always and forever, right?"

Jack had a firm grip on Davey's hand as he asked the question. It wasn't easy, their relationship. Davey wasn't ready to tell anyone, which was fine with Jack, but it took a lot more work to stay secret than it would to just date openly.

"Right..." David agreed, but his voice was weak and his eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing, "unless..."

Jack raised an eyebrow and he made it a point to look into Davey's eyes, no matter how difficult it was, "unless...?"

"Well..." David looked down. He never had been good at eye contact, even under normal circumstances, "I dunno..."

"Sweetheart," Jack moved his fingers to lift David's chin ever so gently, "Sweetheart look at me, will ya?" David's eyes fluttered up, but didn't meet Jack's gaze, instead fixing on his nose. Jack figured it was best not to test his luck, so he took it, but he did make note of the starting stages of tears he saw. "Talk to me..."

"It's stupid-"

"It ain't stupid!" Jack's voice remained soft in the way he was so good at, but it had a new edge to it. Firm, almost. Maybe urgent. Davey couldn't tell. "Hey, what did we talk about, huh? I wanna hear what's going on in that brain of yours." He moved his hand from David's chin to tap on his forehead like he would somehow reach Davey's thoughts by doing so. It didn't give Jack access to his brain, but it did make Davey smile, just a little, so Jack still considered it a win. "What's it tellin you?"

David sighed, looking away again. "It's just... I mean always is a long time... I'm..." He tensed his jaw, the way he does when he's trying to say something but can't figure out how to say it without conveying a certain message, Jack had noticed. After a minute, he decided on, "you'll get bored eventually."

Jack's brain stopped working for a second, then began turning a million gears all at once. There were so many thoughts running through his head that he couldn't grasp on to anything but the solid feeling of confusion.

"Bored?" he finally stammered out. "Bored?" Jack shook his head, as if that would help him understand the situation. It didn't. "Davey, Darlin' what are you... You think I'd get bored? Of what? Of you?"

"I... Jack I'm just-"

"Nuh uh." Jack held up his hand, "I'm sorry, you know I don't usually mean to interrupt you but... Davey, baby, I just... I can't even wrap my head around how I could ever be bored with you! I don't- I seriously don't... I don't see a... a possible way. I mean..." He shook his head and blinked for a long time, "I really don't see anythin that could... That could lead to... I mean... Gah!"

"Jack, one day, you'll meet someone who... Who will excite you in ways I never could. They'll go horseback riding with you and... and they'll start fights with the Delanceys and... they'll be able to show you off to the world... like you deserve..."

Jack smiles, almost a happy one. "Davey, Sweetheart..." he reaches to cup David's cheeks in his palms and softly wipe away his tears with his thumbs, "I don't care about any of that. I want you. You hear? You're my partner, my fella, my bookworm, my smarty pants, my Boopsie-" that one got a little giggle out of Davey, just what Jack had been aiming for. Jack's smile got a little bit wider, a little bit happier at the sound.

"Gross, never call me that again." Davey swatted at Jack's hands and turned to lean on Jack's chest. He didn't let go of his fingers.

"Ohhh but it made you smile!" Jack swayed (by extension swaying Davey on his chest, only making him laugh more). "I was gonna keep goin you know, till ya caved. They were just gonna keep gettin more n more ridiculous."

"More ridiculous than Boopsie?"

"I think you're underestimatin' me. I had Schnookums, Stud Muffin, Casanova, Dream Machine-"

"Dream Machine?"

"Yeah, you know, 'cuz I's a dreamer n' all n' lately you've been runnin' all my dreams-"

"God, you are such a sap," Davey sniffed away his remaining tears as he focused on twisting around Jack's fingers. If all else failed, that would always work to calm him down.

"Hey, Dream Machine."

Davey snorted. "Yeah?"

"I want you to remember somethin' for me, alright? I think you can do it, considerin' you're also my Bookworm and Smarty Pants."

He rolled his eyes, but Jack noticed his smile only got bigger, even just a little bit. "What might that be, Sheriff?"

"Sheriff?" Jack raised an eyebrow with an amused smile.

"Yeah, Sheriff. Or are you the only one who can make dumb nicknames?"

"I like it." He moved his hand to squeeze Davey's. The firm pressure always seemed to reassure David that Jack was meaning what he was saying, and Jack really needed him to know that he meant what he was about to say.

David took a deep breath. Not because he was nervous, it was more so because he was exhausted. Emotionally, anyhow. Jack knew it would be a while before he spoke again. It didn't take Jack long to figure out that for someone who always seemed to have the right words, sharing them took a lot out of David, and there were times where he just had to be quiet. That was okay with Jack. He knew David was still listening to his every word, even if he wouldn't respond to them.

"I'd rather be bored with you than excited with anyone else."

Davey turned to look at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It almost seemed like he was going to cry again, but he just pressed his lips together into a soft smile and squeezed Jack's hand tight. Now, Jack would never claim to be the smartest guy around, especially not in the presence of Davey, but it didn't take much for him to understand what that meant.

[5-pp-man]

yeah Seigi. sure. the ring.

[the-haunted-office]

"Okay, let me preface this by saying that, I'm not mad. Definitely not mad, but I need to know the truth. I need to know who did it, and why, so we can get to the bottom of this. Okay? Just need to know who, and why, and quickly, so we can solve this problem quickly.

[deityofhearts]

Kane leaves tomorrow ;-;

[jonathanbyersphd]

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“Jonathan wait” Nancy calls frantically. He complies with her request but he doesn’t turn around. Her heart races and slowly she finds herself noticing the little details of his appearance that she didn’t before; The sunkissed highlights of his hair, the red flush on the top of his ears from being in the desert too long, the way his old shirt is pulled too tight around his shoulders. She never really understood what people meant when they said time stops. But she thinks that eons could’ve passed by outside in the few minutes they’ve been standing here. Nancy doesn't really know what to say but she knows that if she lets him go now that this is it. That if she lets him avoid and evade they'll never get over whatever this is. Any chance of a future they have together will slip away with him. The knowledge has sent her heart plummeting. “Please don't leave” she pleads, her stomach in knots. “It's really not important” he brushes off. “It is to me” Nancy swears. “I can't go to Emerson” He repeats clearly, with the same resignation as ten minutes ago. Like he’s given up without a fight. Nancy wants to scream. “We-” Jonathan turns to face her suddenly, the stairs have added a couple inches to his height and the imbalance is incredibly uncomfortable. “I-I can't ask you to give that up because then you'd… you'd resent me. Maybe not right away but eventually. I'd-I'd be holding you back and then you would… you would leave and the kids would hate me and-” “We'd be just like your parents” she finishes with a sigh.

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[startrekdescribed]

hi!! i’m trying to make my star trek blog accessible and i’ve got a question if you don’t mind. i’ve been adding alt text (using tumblr’s alt text feature) to all my images and gifs as i post them, but i’m not sure if that works on tumblr bc i’ve noticed you’ve added a couple of descriptions to posts of mine with alt text already there. is alt text actually visible or should i be putting the gif / image descriptions in the caption instead? thank u in advance!!

Hello hello.

Okay, so, I had a moment on main a few weeks ago, where I was going to reblog an undescribed post and add a description to it because there wasn't one at all, but instead of reblogging I accidentally clicked on the OP, which showed the post actually had alt text added to it. Now, I don't know if it was always there or if OP had added it at a later date after my mutual had queued it, or perhaps, Tumblr had glitched out and the alt text just wasn't showing up at all except for on the original post.

That's why I copy and paste alt text.

It's always best to go with a plain text caption, sometimes alt just doesn't work, sometimes the clash of colours is inaccessible, sometimes the great big paragraph is too much for people. I have Irlen's Syndrome, I can't read a giant paragraph of alt text because the words begin to blur and move and I'll lose my spot constantly. Sometimes it's just inaccessible.

Feel free to ask as many questions as you want, it's no problem.

Although, does anyone know if the alt text disappears when the original poster deactivates?

[potential-fate]

July 17th, 2033

Roman: ...Wait....

Abe: What’s wrong? Roman: [sighing] What do you think?

Abe: It’s gonna be fine. Roman: You keep saying that...

Abe: Cause it is. It’s only a year... What’s the worst that could happen? ... Don’t answer that. Roman: ..... You’re sure?

Abe: Of course I’m sure. I mean, the university isn’t even that far away. Roman: I guess that’s true... Abe: Besides... It’s us. It’s always been you and me, Ro.

[airenyah]

i keep seeing gifs from our dining table on my dash bur unfortunately my brain refuses to let me watch anything at all that isn't a gmmtv series until i've finished writing my thesis