#sherlock speaks dutch

[cowboypoisons]

nanami being a quarter danish is actually so funny to me bc like he WOULD be…like out of everyone, he Would be part european 🤕 and it’s not just his blond hair guys

but like IMAGINE

grown up nanami, like probably pre cursed child arc, is just on the phone with his granddad, doing their monthly check-in. yk vibing 😊 he’s ofc speaking (fluent) dutch the entire time bc grandad doesn’t speak japanese well enough and hates speaking english over the phone. AND GUESS WHOSE NOSEY ASS IS EAVESDROPPING 💀💀💀 yep gojo and he’s absolutely FLOURED

nanami knows gojo is watching him, but he ignores him for now but as SOON as he hangs up, gojo is questioning him like he’s fucking sherlock holmes 😭

he knew nanami was danish, but he didn’t realize he could FLUENTLY speak dutch and he’s so fascinated by it. nanami thought gojo knew at this point, but tbf he didn’t speak it much outside of his paternal family so it made sense.

but from that moment on, gojo will randomly ask what certain things are in dutch and THEN annoyingly mispronounce it so nanami will keep repeating it ^_^ (after a while nanami just starts ignoring gojo…)

[anxious-ace]

Chronorun Reports notes:

Van Helsing, Jekyll, and Mrs. Frankenstein (Victor's mom) are siblings with Abraham and Henry being twins and Caroline being a few years younger (specific ages will have to wait until my brain decides that doing math is worth it)

(they are all a mix of Dutch, British, and Swiss btw)

(yes this means that Victor is Van Helsing's and Jekyll's nephew)

Van Helsing formed the HOSC to essentially bring light to all of the scientific discoveries that are happening (Jekyll's serum, any supernatural being he encountered, the time machine, Victor's creation, Griffin's invisibility, and more) but not without the house members' consent

Now let's get into the plot- a good amount of people in this universe have powers (almost all of the members of both societies have powers)

They are as follows:

Van Helsing- gains an ability of whatever type of entity he conquers (if he were to slay a vampire he would only get one of the abilities shared within all vamps. Ie teleportation) as well as natural immunity to most (not all) supernatural attacks and anomalistic mastery (or that could just be from his job)

Jekyll- technically he speaks to Hyde through telepathy as well as having telekinesis

Hyde- telepathy like Jekyll (because of course) and the ability to teleport objects and people away from and to him

(Jekyll and Hyde are forced to work together because they are not able to do what the other can as well as the other)

Victor- weather control (I just wanted to reference the movies, I think he would use it to help him animate the creation)

Griffin- now I know you might think that I'm going to make his invisibility his power, but that's not the case. He can however talk to animals, he just doesn't want anyone to know.

Time traveler- let's get the obvious out of the way, he can see any point in time (past present, and future), and it proved very helpful (but overwhelming and contributes to his time blindness)

Sherlock- like the time traveler, he could be obvious (giving him some kind of hyper-intelligence) so I'll give him tactical analysis and the hyper intertellince (or he could not have the ability and just be that smart, I haven't decided yet)

Watson- since he's a physician and royal army surgeon (according to Wikipedia), giving him a healing ability (more so healing others) would be a fair but obvious move. However, I want his medical knowledge to be utilized (meaning he would use actual medical practices instead of relying on powers) so the proper techniques would still have to be used (more so internal and really bad external wounds, broken bones, and deep/wide cuts being examples)

Gwen- now she could be a little difficult (considering the fact she is someone else's oc and I'm a bit scared to ask because it might look like I'm stealing their idea) so I'll move on for now. (she could have enhanced reflexes as it would be really helpful)

Switching gears to more general ideas (I'm looking for a reason to segway into the investigative committee's powers)

Griffin and the time traveler don't use their names for reasons they'd rather not admit (it has something to do with their experiments)

Van Helsing and Jekyll may make it look like they hate Victor (because he's an irresponsible, spoiled, college dropout who can be a bit of a nervous wreck at the most inconvenient times possible) but they're still trying to help him get over everything (and to take some god damn responsibly for once in his life)

Van Helsing and Watson are transcribing past journals, audio logs (the series takes place in the 21st century), and more as a part of the whole "bring light to all of the scientific discoveries that are happening" thing the HOSC does

The HOSC is very queer (not really with each other but you know)

Jekyll is a trans, ace, gay man (maybe Hyde too, he hasn't really thought about it, both he/him though)

Victor is pansexual and nonbinary (he/they)

Griffin is a bi demi-boy (also he/they)

Sherlock seems to be more interested in his work than in relationships (aroace cis man)

Watson is more open to the idea than Sherlock is though, at some point being stated to have said "I think everyone looks nice, does that mean im attracted to everyone? No not everyone, but certain people attract me more than others." (doesn't put a label on gender either but uses he/it/they)

Time Traveler is a theatre kid so he is probably the most open with his sexuality and gender (gay nonbinary dude using they/it)

Again, I have no idea for Gwen as she is not my character (well none of them are, I might have one at some point but thats not what I'm here for) so I either ask the creator or leave her as unlabelled (which might not be a bad idea actually) although the picrew shows her as aroace

Van Helsing might be the only straight one (I say might be because he doesn't know, still uses he/him though)

Now for the Missing person's investigative committee: they are in charge of finding out the who, where, what, why, when, and how of missing person cases

Utterson and Poole started it after Jekyll faked his death, which happened about a week after Van Helsing got back from killing Dracula (so it was like 7 years ago based on Quincey jr's age in the main story)

I'm now imagining a very stressed Van Helsing hearing about his brother supposedly killing himself because his latest experiment went tits up (excuse me while I try not to cry)

Their powers are:

Utterson- since he's a lawyer, giving him something like Holmes' hyper-intelligence (if it's his ability at all) is kinda obvious so some kind of adaptive ability could be fun (body language analysis could be useful)

Poole- super speed to help him with all of his duties (and in case of emergencies)

Mycroft- I kinda want his to be out of the park but still useful in a way, fuck it he can turn off others' abilities either by touching them or snapping his fingers

Walton- some kind of internal GPS for his traveling

Kemp- I tried reading the invisible man wiki to see what kind of doctor he is (he did go to a medical school so that could help) but couldn't really find anything so im going in sorta blind. I'm just going to make him a shapeshifter

Now that that is out of the way, few more things until pride shit

If someone pisses off Mycroft, their powers are just gone for the day (which could be devasting if they piss him off during a very important mission)

Walton being the youngest (younger than Hyde but older than Victor) means he is often the fastest and most agile of the group (until Poole uses his super speed obviously)

He's basically the group's son (at least to most of them, Mycroft might have some warming up to do)

Now, pride:

Utterson- Jekyll's husband (cis bi man, uses he/him)

Poole- unlabeled sexuality (aro he/it user)

Mycroft- like Van Helsing, he might be the only straight one (uses he/him)

Walton- trans, demisexual man (he/them/it)

Kemp- omnisexual nonbinary (they/them)

@mrhyde-mrseek what do you think?

[snoozingredpanda]

Nox Fjordson — Hate to Love You

Fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, aggressive love/hate towards reader, violence, swearing

—

• Nox had been following you for months. Like a shadow she’d been tailing you almost everywhere, anger bubbling up within her more and more with each day.

• God, she loathed you.

• Why we’re you making her feel so strange? Why is your smile so damn pretty? Why did she want you so bad?

• It was confusing; Nox had never even been attracted to anyone before, let alone stalked them.

• And it made her angry. No, furious. She so badly wanted to grab you, shout at you to stop making her feel this way, to reduce your stupid stupid smile to a scared frown.

• “Stupid—fucking—girl—“ She hisses as she repeatedly punches a brick wall metres from your house. She’d been watching you all night, through the window, growing more and more mad with each grin you gave to the TV show you were watching.

• Stop being to cute! God, you’re killing her!

• “Oh, lord, stop that!”

• Nox freezes as you sprint out of your house and grab her arm, pulling her away from the wall.

• “Goodness gracious, what on earth are you doing?!” You snap, but as the moonlight lit up her face, you instantly recognise her. “Oh… it’s you.”

• “Piss off,” she gruffly replies, shoving you away. You stumble, but regain your footing.

• “Are you okay?” You gently ask, reaching for her bloody hand. She quickly pulls it away.

• “I’m fine,” she grunts.

• Just go away.

• “No you’re not. Come on.” You take her arm and practically drag her into your house.

• Nox blushes furiously; it smells fucking amazing in here, just like you.

• You make her sit at your kitchen table as you leave to find a med kit. She gazes around, taking in all your decor. You have good taste. She tries not to think about the fact you and her are alone.

• When you return, you clean and bandaged up her bloodied knuckles. They’re painful and raw, almost showing the bone.

• “So are you going to tell me why you were attacking a poor defenceless wall, Nox?”

• The way you remember her name makes her tense up. You took that to mean the matter was private, and she didn’t want to talk about it.

• “It’s okay. You can tell, your secret’s safe with me,” you smile encouragingly.

• Nox swallows thickly. “I got mad.”

• No shit Sherlock.

• “At what?” You innocently ask.

• You.

• “…My broer.”

• You raise a brow, and she rolled her eyes. “Brother.”

• “What language is that?” She’s surprised by your curiosity.

• “Dutch,” she replies.

• “That’s so cool. Where are you from?” Your e/c eyes are sparkling with amazement and it’s making Nox’s heart thump like crazy.

• “The Netherlands,” she says.

• “You speak English so well,” you compliment. “You’ve hardly got an accent.”

• “I’ve lived here for eight years. I only speak it with my broer—uh, brother.”

• “Speak some more,” you ask. “Say a few sentences for me, please?”

• She narrows her eyes, and you take the time to admire them. One was a deep, warm blue, the other icy, almost white. Nox suddenly gets the urge to grab and kiss you, but shakes her head.

• “…Ik haat je zo erg. Ik wil je zo graag pijn doen, maar mijn lichaam laat het me niet toe. Bevrijd me uit deze gevangenis van verliefdheid.”

(I hate you so much. I want to hurt you so bad but my body won’t let me. Free me from this prison of infatuation.)

• “What does it mean?” You question, finishing wrapping up her hand.

• “I, uh, it’s a passage from a book,” she lies.

• “Which one?”

• God why can’t you let it go.

• “You wouldn’t know it,” is all she says, and you finally drop it.

• “Anyways, I think it’s really cool you’re Dutch,” you chuckle as you put the med box away. “But you shouldn’t get angry at your brother. Whatever he’s done, he’s still your brother.”

• “Sure,” she mutters, standing up. “Um… thanks.”

• And with that, she’s gone.

• But don’t worry, she’ll be back.

• Whether you like it or not.

[goj68]

from september to december of 1968, the second series of sherlock holmes was broadcasted on BBC2.

starring peter cushing and nigel stock and originally made in colour, the second series ran for sixteen episodes. sadly, while six episodes are complete in the bbc archive on their original 625 line colour videotapes, ten remain missing, having been junked by the bbc during the mid 70s, and no black and white film recordings are known to exist of the remaining episodes.

in 2019, four extended excerpts from four missing episodes were found on 16mm film from a tv archive in flanders, the dutch speaking side of belgium by the british tv archive finders, kaleidoscope. they were shown as part of a weekly entertainment programme which translated was called "do you like what you see?" which shows previews of programmes in the coming week. two more clips were found on the same programme the following year. Rather then dubbed, the programme had Dutch subtitles.

the clips were from the six episodes that are missing:

the second stain

the dancing men

the navel treaty

black peter

the musgrove ritual

and the solitary cyclist.

the six clips were restored, remastered and recolourised by jonathan coley and were released on youtube and dvd.

a short off air recording from the solitary cyclist was also found via the youtube channel "audio only".

update: kaleidoscope have recently found an off-air audio recording of "the second stain" and are making a reconstruction of the episode using stills, the camera script of the episode and the surviving clip.

[deductivisms]

dr. watson (the strange case of the dutch painter // timothy miller) ∥ kiyoshi shimada (the tokyo zodiac murders // soji shimada)

happy birthday to sherlock holmes ^__^ some quotes by other authors about him that made me 🥺 (yes even mitarai being backhanded about it-) despite being completely different in perspective wrt mr. great detective, they both speak to holmes’ humanity which is often downplayed or overlooked in more modern adaptations u,__u

last year i got back into reading and eventually fell back in love with mystery novels in particular. while most of the ones i read are fair play, holmes was my first ever exposure to the detective genre, and has been one of my favorite characters for a long time, so whenever he’s mentioned it’s like hearing about an old friend :]

[consult-sherlockholmes]

אם אתה משתמש בגוגל טראנסלייט אז אתה בן יונה :)

In tegenstelling tot jou, gebruik ik geen google translate. Weet je waar veel duiven zijn? Op de dam in Amsterdam. Ik ben niet de duif van ons twee, maar jij. Met je kleine duiven brein. :)

[chocolate-parfait]

can I suggest a headcanon for arthur, theo and comte ( or dazai ) reacting to their selectively mute s/o speaking for the first time? ( maybe even singing? ) you can decide if you want a scenario for one of them and what mc sounds like, wether shes soft spoken or has a mature voice~ whatever you feel comfortable with >:0 👌 — have a nice day ! ♡

I made some research to write this but tell me if anything's inaccurate or wrong! I'll fix it right away

Selectively mute MC - ikevamp headcanons (Arthur, Theo & Comte)

Arthur

Arthur's a bit suspicious when he sees how uncomfortable you seem to be on your first night. No normal person would feel completely at ease, that's for sure, and yet the way your gaze flickers around the room, the way you fidget with your own hands, the look of pure anxiety on your pretty features, they're all blatant red flags for him, though he decides to let you be. It's your first night, after all, for all he knows you could just be terribly shy, right?

He started piecing the signs together after a couple days when your voice was yet to be heard. The only thing they knew was your name, which you wrote on a piece of paper after Vincent's many soft encouragements.

The English writer had tried flirting with you a couple times, but after being met with the same indicators of discomfort as night one, he decided to step back and watch from the sidelines, occasionally helping others translate whatever you were trying to tell them with your body language.

Selective mutism had been diagnosed around 1870 for the first time, and although it was still a relatively new medical condition, he still was a couple decades more experienced when it came to medicine. After realizing that was your case, he moved to inform everyone in the mansion so that they could adjust their behaviors and avoid causing you too much distress.

Eventually Arthur becomes the person you spend most time with in the whole house; you can feel he genuinely cares and, despite the voices you had heard about his incorrigible attitudes and questionable habits, you start appreciating all the efforts he puts into making sure you're always comfortable and understood (his efforts were very much succeeding, by the way).

On one particular night, you decided to bring some coffee to his room, a silent gesture of support in his regards, but once you entered the bedroom, he turned to look you in the eyes and you saw his beautiful blue orbs, usually alight with mischief, now dark and wavering, surrounded by puffy, red skin. He had been crying. Despite all his best efforts to hide it, everyone knew the writer had his own ghosts from the past haunting him, but seeing him so wretched and broken made your heart squeeze in sympathy and pity.

Seeing your worried expression Arthur immediately turned the other way, letting out a self deprecating laugh as he thought this was probably not helping with your case at all. "Ah- D-don't worry about me! I just got some dust in my eyes. Clumsy old me-!" You set down the tray on his desk and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"A-arthur, you can tell me. I'm here for you."

His heart almost flew out of his chest as his wide eyes stared at you in disbelief. He abruptly stood up and had to stop himself from hugging you and twirling you around, grabbing your shoulders instead. "MC, you just spoke right now, didn't you?!". He was so shocked he completely forgot about his troubles and spent minutes fawning over you. He didn't realize he was coming off as too strong until he noticed your voice getting quieter and quieter. He then apologized and took a moment to cool himself off.

From then on, your relationship goes through revolutionary changes as he finally gets to learn more about your past, tastes and personality. Each little detail makes him more and more interested in what had been a complete mystery to everyone for days. As the writer of Sherlock Holmes he certainly couldn't let this one chance fly out of the window now, could he?

If his brain malfunctioned when he heard your voice for the first time, it is pretty accurate to say that he almost passed away for the second time when he heard your laugh! It's the best and most effective antidepressant he's tried in a long time, and the more open you become, the more the look in your eyes starts to brighten up, a worthy rival to the breathtaking smile that graces your lips every now and then.

Your voice is sweet, calm and soft, and Arthur feels as if he's floating on a cloud whenever he hears it. It isn't loud, either, making everything you say seem like the most intimate secret one could whisper to a close friend. On the other hand, your laugh is like the clear and light tinkling of a bell. Each time you let out even the smallest of chuckles his cheeks flush with a rosy blush, earning him stares and teasing remarks from the closest fellow vampire in the room.

Slowly, he starts to see his reactions for what they are: sprouts of a new love. As time passes by, he realizes he wants to hear more and more of your voice. He wants to hear you whimper his name lost in overwhelming pleasure, he wants to hear all the sweet nothings and declarations of love you can offer him, comforting words, even gibberish and dark secrets. Everything that comes out of your mouth is like molten gold to him, and he wants it all to himself.

He starts bragging to others, though it does not take long before you're comfortable enough to grace them with the sound of what Arthur has come to love so much. On one side he's jealous because you've denied him the privilege of being the only one to hear your voice, but at the same time he's also extremely proud of you! You're finally happy and there's no more traces of anxiety and worry in your eyes whenever you're surrounded by the other vampires, and that's one of the most important milestones he's honored have witnessed by your side.

Theo

Let's just say that you and theo start off on the wrong foot. To say that you're frightened of him at first is an understatement, and you very much avoid him for as much as you can. He feels guilt strangling his throat whenever he sees your quivering form running away from him, and after noting that you behaved similarly with everyone and still hadn't uttered a word in days made him worry even more.

Arthur's the one who comes up with a diagnosis, and with that everyone changes their manners and speech to make you feel more at ease. Theo, just like his blue haired friend, is actually pretty good at reading body language so he has no particular struggles when it comes to your needs. Unfortunately, he's not so smooth in regulating his tone and words, which often come out a little to harsh. Vincent often reprimands him for it, and he can't help but feel even worse when he realizes he's probably ruining your whole stay.

He starts distancing himself, and you gradually start sticking by the local angel's side, never leaving him for even a second; his vibes are so pure and soothing that they help you out with your anxiety and symptoms. Needless to say, he's also very understanding and is not at all bothered to speak in your stead. This leads to Vincent being the first one to hear your voice, and he's without doubt elated, but he also wishes for you to be able to socialize with the others, too. Theo in particular.

After days and days of the artist's endless rants on how good his little brother actually is, your image of the gruff man has been replaced by that of a soft hearted puppy. Too bad that this soft puppy looks like a hungry hunt dog more than a small, soft cloud of love.

Ironically enough, what brings you and Theo to a new stage of your basically nonexistent relationship is King. In the dog's presence he lets his guards down and turns into a loving owner of a very good and friendly golden nugget, subsequently becoming more approachable. Besides, everyone knows how helpful animals are in fighting anxiety and social disorders! And on the advice of Arthur, he invites you to his daily walk with his dog, hoping your fear will melt away with time.

He's a stubborn man, and even when such delicate issues come his way, he has no intention of giving up. No matter how much time it'll take him, he believes he's going to convince you he's not that bad as you first thought. Why is he trying so hard though? Well, not only it's something that stems from Vincent's care for you, but it's also something for your own good. If you were to avoid him for a whole month, you'd get nothing out of it, and a constant lingering sense of panic would follow you pretty much anywhere; but living for a whole month in those conditions is a no-no for Theo. He has no intention of uselessly make you suffer like that, and as he reminds himself of that, his willpower strengthens his determination to search for a common ground between you two.

Albeit slowly, you start getting less tense around him, and the fright fades away bit by bit with each walk in the woods with the Dutch art dealer and the excited bundle of golden hair. It's a lengthy process that takes many days, but Theo finally knows his efforts aren't vain when he hears you coo at the golden retriever. "King... you're such a good boy.." You say with with the warmest smile he had ever seen painted on someone's face as you patted his canine friend's head lovingly. In that moment he wished he could frame the scene and hang it up in his room next to his brother's paintings.

He didn't know whether it was the emotion of hearing your voice for the first time or the implications that told him you weren't that scared of him anymore, but he became hyper aware that his wasn't a normal heartbeat. Unsteady and crazy like that of a lovestruck fool. Was this all it took him to fall head over heels for someone? Or was this a process that had started way before?

It still takes you some time to be fully able to speak complete sentences in his presence, but once you do, he's overcome with one of the greatest feelings of satisfaction he had ever felt in his two lives, and he can definitely agree that everything was worth the wait and the labour.

Just like Arthur, your laugh almost makes him fly through the roof, but what turns him into a formless puddle of mushy feelings and amazement is your singing voice. The first time he hears you intone a medley to him he turns to stone and just stays there, unmoving. He has an eye for finding hidden talents, but oh God was your singing unexpected. His feeling may be out of place here, but he's so, so glad to have your singing all to himself. He finds the act extremely intimate, and for how much he may believe he doesn't deserve it, he cannot deny the positive effects it has on him

Sometimes, when you're talking to him, you can see him turn his face away and smile to himself like an idiot. In those times, he's thinking about how far you two came, and how glad he is to have persisted as much as he did.

Comte

Comte emanates a slightly threatening and imposing aura but it can also be calm and placid, like his voice. First and foremost he's a gentleman, but he sometimes comes off as very intimidating to those who are not used being around such strong presences like his. Luckily, he's a very patient man, and you can feel no judgement nor malice coming from him. He's lived a long, long life, and he knows better than overstepping people's boundaries and making fun of their insecurities.

When with him, you can do things at your own pace! If you don't feel like talking then he's totally okay with it; take your time to find your own way and pace of doing things, he'll gladly help if you ever ask him (with gestures or, once you're closer, with words).

The panic you feel in his presence dissolves gradually; there are no particular events that cause a turning point in your relationship, it just happens. Despite living in such a big mansion, avoiding all life forms is pretty much impossible, so you happen to share some interactions every now and then. Sometimes it's an afternoon tea, others it's just him making small talk as you clean his room (he's either talking to himself or asks answers you can nod to if you feel more comfortable). He immediately makes it clear that he doesn't expect nor want to pressure you in delivering any answer, and if you ever happen to feel too overwhelmed he excuses himself and leaves the room.

One day as you were dusting the shelves in his office, he casually says:"The weather's really nice today." But your head doesn't move in assent, instead he receives a shocking reply despite the ordinariness of the topic. "It really is... T-there's not a cloud in the sky, either." A shocked expression momentarily appears on his features, soon replaced by a wide smile as he hums back in agreement.

He doesn't let it show but he's utterly in love with your voice. It's an addiction but he still wants to give you enough space and time to get comfortable with the idea of speaking around him, so he tries to keep himself in check all the time.

It's when he hears you singing that he can't help but feel greedy, and the rare sight of Comte's blushing cheeks greets you for the first time ever. It's his weak point, use it as you may deem ;)

(okay but jokes aside WHY would you ever want to use it against him, he'd build a pyramid with a butter knife while doing a backflip if you asked him to tbh,, the man is Whipped.)

Everything you do has a meaning and a significance, so he's always taking in even the smallest piece of information you may subconsciously slip his way. Seeing how you trust him enough to lower your guards about him makes him all the more appreciative of the bond you two share. For this reason, if you ever want to try and get over your anxiety, he'll be there to walk with you from the first to the last step of your journey.

His favorite thing is when he's holding you in his arms, nuzzled against his chest while he dozes off to your heavenly humming. It makes him feel like a prince living his happy ever after in a fairytale and he couldn't be more grateful.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

23 little things about me

Well, look at the time! Well, date, actually. It’s the 20th of February which means I’ve grown yet another year older. Twenty-three winters, in fact.

Now, I’m not one to celebrate birthdays since I don’t see the point in it. Yes, you’ve survived yet another year and are one step closer to death. Good on you. All the same, I’ll use the occasionally to share twenty-three wee facts about me.

1. I am fluent in Dutch (native tongue) and English (native-like).

2. Hair colour: Currently burgundy/reddish brown. Naturally, it’s dark brown with a reddish glow.

3. Eye colour: Hazel

4. I used to be able to speak French fairly well, but my mastery over the language has deteriorated over the years. Seriously need to brush up on it, though my passive skills are still good.

5. I love to travel solo and spent my gap year doing so. I still do whenever I can.

6. Thus far I’ve been to Ireland (2x, all over), Northern Ireland (Belfast, where I picked up my accent, apparently, although it’s now also mixed with Galway’s and Dublin’s with a sprinkle of Yorkshire and Edinburgh), South-Korea (2x, Seoul, Busan & Daegu), Czech Republic, Hungary, Indonesia (Java & Bali), England (all over), Wales, Scotland (4/5x), Denmark, Belgium (Bruges & Brussels), France (Paris, 2x by myself, multiple times with others).

7. I have both forearms tattooed.

8. The wolf tattoo is to commemorate getting my Celtic minor.

9. The bird and axe tattoo I got simply because I liked the design when I first saw it at the Brussels Tattoo Convention last November. I got the tattoo in December.

10. I plan to get more tattoos in the future which will be placed according to the aesthetic of being somewhat of an excavation site that contains relics that may or may not be related to Loki and the schematic I divided my body into.

11. That being said, the schematic is;

- Right arm: Blackwork (Norse/Celtic)

- Left arm: Neotraditional (preferably all done by the same artist)

- Left leg: Neotraditional (stained glass, to be done by the same artist). Getting the line art for piece to start it off on April 24th.

- Right leg: To be decided, but I think it’s gonna be either blackwork or Japanese. Maybe a combination.

12. Favourite movies: Venom, The Gentlemen, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, Arthur: Legend of the Sword, The Wolfman (2010 remake).

13. I can’t handle hot weather, so I’ll start complaining as soon as the temperature rises above 25 degrees.

14. I’m a pescatarian bordering on full vegetarian/vegan (though I’m not too picky about dairy and gelatin).

15. Self-diagnosed misanthropic, anti-social, anxious narcissist with a case of high-functioning depression.

16. Also an arrogant prophet of her own creative destiny.

17. If I had to pick an aesthetic it’d be: James Joyce/Florence Farr/W.B. Yeats/whiskey/cappuccino/full bookcases/solitude/melancholy.

18. I’m guilty of Musedom and basically see myself as the female W.B. Yeats. One Muse in particular has persisted over the past four years, which is quite an accomplishment. He’s the inspiration for Christopher and Chan-Woo.

19. Favourite music artists: Stray Kids, Ed Sheeran, Within Temptation, Jay B, Jackson Wang, Gentle Bones, DPR IAN, DPR LIVE, Einar Selvik, SKÁLD

20. Despite being an artistic perfectionist, I’m an easy-going student who’s happy if she gets at least a 5,5 (the minimum passing grade). In other words, I place art above education. Please don’t ask me how I keep getting 7s & 8s, though!

21. Currently reading: How Did We Get Here? by Glenn Patterson and Solo Leveling Vol. 1 by Dubu & Chugong

22. Aside from The Last Kingdom, Vikings, Sherlock, Peaky Blinders and Rebellion, I do occasionally ike to watch a KDrama.

23. Unless you are or are similar to one of the following men, I have absolutely NO INTEREST whatsoever:

- Bang Chan/ Christopher Bang

- Clive Standen

- Tom Hardy

- Thomas Hayes

- Im Jaebeom

- Park Jinyoung

- Simu Liu

- Ben Barnes

- Jensen Ackles

- Charlie Hunnam

- Jordan Patrick Smith

- Mark Rowley

- Ewan McGregor

- IAmArankai (bassist from ARCHERS)

- Any of the wolves and foxes I’ve written about

[doberbutts]

As someone whoa hoh due to audio processing, something that always makes me >:/ is when shows will provide translation for slang but then not just cc what theyre actually saying. Like i know this is only adjacent to the conversation, but it feels like its less about accessibility and more pandering to a presumed majority white audiences.

Oh I feel the same- and I always complain about the lack of accurate subtitles in non-English films because English subtitles always take liberties with translations and sometimes miss some subtle nature of what's being said- I see this most often with Spanish and Japanese, primarily because I actually understand large parts of these languages so sometimes I'll see the subtitle really does not say what was actually coming out of that character's mouth. I'm not good enough with German to try this! Censorship is the most common reason, but also culture-specific metaphors and turns of phrase that someone assumed would translate poorly are often lumped in with that.

And the thing that bothers me about open captions is that they often present differently to accessiblity devices (such as screen readers) and often closed captions will literally just stop to allow the open caption to do it instead, which does not make any sense outside that open caption is often placed exceedly poorly (and usually too big and with bad visibility to boot) so there's really no where on the screen for closed caption to go... and THEN you add that most open captions provide a basic translation but then closed captions if they're present during that bit at all just go [speaking x language] and don't bother trying to transliterate it on screen...

It also provides a stumbling block for those who ARE interested in learning more about that language in question because we know they didn't actually say whatever that phrase was in Standard [American] English, and yet we're Not Allowed to know what words actually were spoken in the dialect in question.

Additionally I still hold onto my critique that I never see dialects not associated with POC or lower class or poverty translated like this. Someone mentioned on one of my other posts on the subject that they've seen some Scottish films with Standard American subtitles- I haven't seen many if any Scottish films so I can't verify, but that's interesting if that's the case. I have watched some BBC shows including Doctor Who and Sherlock and Torchwood and can tell you that with my ADD processing and my inherent difficulty with thick accents there's times where I need to turn subtitles on because I genuinely cannot understand what's being said.

And yet, no open captions for an American audience because we're just expected to know and understand how white British people speak. It took me forever to understand what Sherlock was asking for when he wanted 'a moment of privacy' because he was muttering, his accent was difficult to understand at times for me, and his pronounciation of 'privacy' REALLY threw me. Why is it that AAVE, which I honestly DO NOT struggle to understand whatsoever outside of some older, less common words, is given the open caption 'we can't expect Americans to understand this' and yet heavily accented British English is expected to be perfectly understandable sans-caption for a hearing American audience? An American English dialect is too difficult but a British English dialect isn't?

One last thing: Cajun, like AAVE, is not slang but a recognized dialect of the American English language. There is also the Cajun French dialect, which iirc is considered endangered. In doing my research on this topic, I discovered that I actually grew up speaking two dialects: AAVE and Pennsylvania Dutch English. I had not realized that my heavy German influence to some words and phrases and the smattering of German I've been taught to use in place of English words was considered a recognized dialect.

[semper-legens]

118. The Devil and the Dark Water, by Stuart Turton

Owned: No, library Page count: 548 My summary: It’s 1634, and detective Samuel Pipps is being taken from the Dutch East Indies back to Amsterdam for trial, but nobody knows of what he has been accused. His bodyguard, Arent Hayes, is determined to see this injustice righted. But that isn’t their biggest problem. There’s devilry aboard their ship, and it’s destined to sink before reaching port... My rating: 2.5/5   My commentary:

I had very high hopes for this book. It’s set in the 1600s, it’s on the ocean, it’s a mystery with supernatural elements...all of these are things that very much flat my boat, pun entirely intended. Unfortunately, this was written by the author of   The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, a book I very much didn’t like, and I came out of this one more annoyed than anything else. I didn’t overall hate it? But it certainly did a few things I wasn’t a fan of.

So first off we have one of the main POV characters, Arent. He’s Samuel Pipps’ bodyguard, a former mercenary, and currently needs to fuck Pipps already. Seriously, every five minutes he would not stop going on about how great Pipps was. He’s so handsome and smart and moral and so much better than everyone else and nobody understands him but me...it was a really weird read because I liked Arent as a character, but just wanted him to fall over the side of the ship instead of going on and on about how great Sammy is. Speaking of, I genuinely thought for the first few chapters that I was reading a middle book in a series, because Pipps was not seen enough to validate the amount of investment I was meant to have in him. We never see him do anything, really, he just sits around making sad faces while Arent goes on about how perfect he is, and I’m supposed to give two shits about his fate and mystery? I feel like this book was meant to be a bit of a character study for him, which doesn’t work because he’s just an annoying Sherlock Holmes-a-like without much real depth.

Sara is our other main POV character, the wife of a wealthy merchant who is funding the voyage, who absolutely hates him because he is a loathsome asshole. Fair enough. I actually really liked Sara, though in places I found her writing to be lacking (more on that in a bit). She’s moral, her plight is relatable, and honestly I think I’d have enjoyed this story more if she was the central character more than Arent. I think it’d have helped the whole Sammy problem too. 

And, okay. The author in his afterword says that in places he threw out history to service the needs of the story, which is fine. Things like characters speaking in a more modern dialect, or fudging the details of how sailing ships work, that’s fine, I get that. But some of the ahistorical elements of the book were more puzzling to me. Like, it’s mentioned a few times that Sara’s dresses have no pockets, which is weird because pockets in women’s clothing in this era were huge, essentially bags tied at the waist under their skirts, but this never made any big impact on the plot. It seemed like the author was just coming up with small issues women today face and transplanting them into history without bothering to do the smallest research? It just bugged me.

More than that, though, the book just fell straight into some broader historical fiction tropes that I absolutely hate. Everything’s about the wealthy people, with there being one working-class protagonist, and the poor and regular sailors on the ship being characterised as a mass with broad stereotypes and dismissed. Sara and her friend have a lot to say about the plight of women in their society, but it falls a bit flat when you consider that they, as wealthy white women, are still privileged despite their struggles, especially when you consider that this is an era and society where slavery is commonplace. And the poor passengers are essentially treated as cannon fodder - when the people behind everything reveal their motives, the protagonists are quick to forgive them despite the fact that they crashed the ship, costing many innocent lives among the guilty. But hey, we didn’t bother characterising them, who cares? The working class people who get characterisations are broadly evil, natch.

And then there’s the whole mystery element. I thought the writing here was just strange at times. Like, in one example, the protagonists are looking for a candidate for a passenger who is possessed by a devil named Old Tom. Sara thinks that it could be her husband. Then, the next chapter, we see him talking about making sacrifices to Old Tom. Boom! Tension gone. It kept undercutting its mysteries like this, giving big answers shortly after the questions were asked, without much room for tensions and questions to grow. It made for a frustrating read, overall.

Next up, a bit of YA horror, as the trees are lurking...

[cherry3point14]

Cookies & Milk

Pairing: Dean x British!Reader Warnings: Established D/s, mind you don’t fall down the crack Word Count: 2,172. Summary: Dean buys you some cookies. You call them biscuits. Arguments ensue, lines are drawn and restraints are required. A/N: Have any of y’all met @winchesters-meaty-feast? She’s my pal and partner in crime. We have extensive conversations about many a subject but one day the most important topic arose. Biscuits. I’m a dunker, she is not. It almost tore us apart but luckily we’re stronger than that. Anyway, I drabbled this Dom/sub biscuit thing in our chat and the following CRACK is what snowballed from that. (This is meant to be dumb ok. Don’t come for me over this weirdness.) 

Ao3 if you prefer.

You should close your laptop.

In the late afternoon—underground where the time of day doesn’t matter—even then the light it’s emitting is too blue. Sure, you could turn down the brightness but it’s too little too late. Your eyes are already starting to ache from the strain.

You're not even doing anything important. You started scrolling a few hours ago; a news story that might have been something, but turned out to be nothing. Less than nothing, it was mundane. Dull as dishwater, as your mum might say. You would have closed your laptop then if it hadn’t been for that link at the bottom of the page. To another article, this time about an unexpected cold snap. This leads you to look up weather trends in Kansas, which becomes reading the articles on weather.com. Who even knew weather.com had articles? Still, they do and they’re very informative. The problem is that their data all points to it being cold as balls soon (your term, not theirs). So, now you’re shopping, with a pair of snow boots and two winter coats in your basket. And you’re debating a new scarf to put you over the free shipping threshold.

It is really time to shut your laptop before you go ahead and checkout. Dean hates having to pick up your parcels in town. Always complains that you have a problem. Pretty hypocritical considering the number of breweries he keeps in business. Besides he doesn’t even have a reason to complain, Marta loves seeing him, she lights up like a Christmas tree for him. You walk into the post office and you get a ton of side-eye, plus a ten-minute wait, but Dean? Well, he’s always at the front of her line.

You’re so engrossed in shopping that you don’t immediately look up at the sound of the bunker door. It’ll be Dean, you know that much. He’ll have a couple of brown bags from his supply run and you don't want to insult him by insinuating that he needs help.

It’s for the greater good anyway, the longer you sit here the more chance there is of you buying him snow boots too. Maybe he'll let you buy him a hat too.

Once he’s finished stomping his way down the stairs he sets the paper bags down next to you. It just so happens that's the exact moment you finally look up at him. A grateful smile on your face and over the top fluttering eyelashes—to remind him how loveable you are.

He shakes his head at how obvious you are. “I didn’t buy them for just you.” His unnecessary emphasis is all the permission you need.

“Is that smoke?” You sniff the air, one arm sliding inside the nearest bag, “must be the fire in your pants.”

He tries. Bless his heart. He tries to hold out. You can see him chewing the inside of his mouth as your arm moves about inside the bag to liberally finger his goods. The haul from the supermarket anyway. But he cannot resist your lame jokes and it ends the same as always. He cracks. A twitch of his lip, shaking his head and then an eye roll even Sam would be proud of.

“Other bag, Sherlock.”

“Ah-ha!” You grin when you switch to the other bag. Instead of fresh fruits and vegetables, you’re treated to food of the more processed variety. Plastic bags filled with crisps, a pie carton and, oh he really does love you, biscuits.

You slink back down to your screen, tearing the package open with your teeth as you do. Revitalised by the imminent influx of sugar. Dean sighs but doesn’t say another word. He picks up the rest of the groceries and carries them away. Presumably to the kitchen by the distant sounds of him putting everything away.

It’s another five minutes when he returns with a glass of milk that he puts down next to you. With a determined thump of glass on wood, as if the sound is an entire explanation.

“Thanks, but you know I don’t…”

“Take the damn milk.”

Normally you’d be irritated for being cut off mid-sentence, but it’s his exasperated tone that catches your attention. You even deign to look at him again, ignoring the popup that’s offering an extra 15% off if you enter your email. “You ok?”

He scratches at the scruff on his jaw while he tries to internally talk himself down from the ledge. “Nothing, nothing. Drink the milk, please.”

You look from him to the glass and frown at the white liquid. There’s nothing wrong with it per se. It looks like a perfectly good glass of milk, the kind you might see on a ‘got milk’ ad from the nineties. It’s not that you hate milk, you just prefer your biscuits to have a little bite. Dean should know that by now but if he’s forgotten then you are more than happy to remind him. “You eat your biscuits how you want, let me eat mine how I want.”

In your attempt to be rational you have failed to notice the desperation in his, 'please'. And now you’ve managed to tick him off.

“Cookies,” he grinds out.

“What?”

“They’re cookies. Dammit, you’ve lived here long enough to call a cookie a cookie.”

The outburst is not Dean’s fault. He’s not exactly hoarding MAGA caps and asking you to go back to England. No, this outrage is the product of a very specific joke that you might have taken too far.

Ordinarily, you switched back and forth between American and British all the time. As easy as breathing. You’d lived in the good ol’ US of A for long enough that your brain simply picked out the first word it could reach. A lot of the time it ended up being American without much intention, people understood better. 

And then a few weeks back you’d been on the way to a hunt, sprawled in the back seat. Despite the fact that you were still strategizing with Sam you were comfortable. You could have fallen asleep right there if Sam hadn't kept talking. The word had slipped out on a whim. You called Baby’s trunk a boot.

Dean—being an absolute drama queen—had slammed on the brakes and eloquently asked what the fuck you called his Baby. Apparently, it was the first time you’d said that particular British word.

If you hadn’t found his reaction utterly hilarious that would have been the end of it. Except you did find it funny. The way his face soured, that little crease in the middle of his brow, he was so offended by four little letters. It was beautiful.

Now it’s been a few weeks of very purposeful language choices. Asking to borrow his mobile to make a call, or to wear his hoodie. And you’ll admit the ‘pip pip cheerio’ as he left the bunker earlier had been excessive. That isn’t even a real thing people say.

You’ve been torturing the poor guy with British slang. And because this isn’t the first time you’ve taken a joke too far, you’d usually hold your hands up and apologise. You’re good at apologising. He likes when you have to apologise because you always make it worth his while.

The problem is, biscuit had been an honest-to-god slip of the tongue. It had been the most natural word for your brain to conjure and so his anger seems a tad unjustified. Utterly out of proportion.

“It’s a biscuit.” You repeat as you take a bite, noticing the way his left eye seems to twitch at the crunch.

“It’s a cookie. It says right there on the packet. It’s a fucking sandwich cookie.” He points at the ripped plastic on the table for emphasis.

You sigh with the kind of effort that forces all the air from your lungs. “This country can’t spell half the time, why should I trust the packet?”

“Because you’re eating from it.”

He’s got you on a technicality. And he knows it. He knows it by the telling pause before you speak and the flash of panic in your eyes.

“So?”

It’s not an argument that’s going to win world-class debates but you couldn’t go ahead and let him have the last word.

Dean's problem now is he thinks he’s got you on the ropes, so he goes and gets cocky. He puffs out his chest a little and bites back a smirk.

“So? So… cookies and milk is as American as apple pie-”

“Invented by the Dutch.”

“-whatever. It’s a thing. Which means you gotta sit down, shut up and drink your fucking milk.”

You always love it when he does that. Argues his way to a conclusion whether he’s right or not. It’s kind of ridiculously hot.

Or at least that’s how you justify putting your half-eaten biscuit down. Slowly rising from your chair and crawling onto his lap. You lean in, slow enough to tease him, letting your breath settle over his skin as you whisper in his ear. “I know a way we could settle this.”

“What’re you doing?” He manages between teeth that are grinding against each other. The muscles in his arms are tense where he’s pulling at the rope that holds him.

Any other night and you might calm him down at this point. Remind your good boy that he shouldn’t hurt himself. Or depending on the game you’d remind him who he belongs to, who he’s foolishly directing his anger towards. But there’s no soothing touches or harsh reminders bestowed upon Dean tonight. This game is different. This is a battle for dominance, unlike one you’ve played before.

For the first time, he wants to win as much as you do.

There’s no mutual satisfaction in the room because you’re both out for blood. Where blood equals being right about snack goods. And unfortunately for Dean, he didn’t figure it out before he let you tighten the ropes around his wrists.

“I thought that was obvious, baby. I wanted something sweet.”

His eyes flick between the glass of milk he’d seen you carry in and the cookies plated up beside it. Well, you’d call them biscuits but that’s not what this argument is about.

“Don’t you dare.” There’s a threat in his voice.

For a moment it surprises you and you’re quick to counter him, “I’ll do what I like.” Your tone is reminder enough for him to remember his place.

He retreats a little, gives an inch so that you can take a mile. A breath rattles through his chest doing little to calm his tightly wound body. At the very least, he switches anger for desperation. Dean knows you love it when he pleads, “please Princess. Please, I’m begging you. Dunk it.”

Your entire body glows a little when he calls you by your name. The change in his attitude only urges you onwards though, with a smirk turning up the corners of your mouth.

Your hand finds a treat, fingers picking it up with deliberate, delicate movements. His eyes are wide as he watches you hover the biscuit over the glass as if maybe you’ll appease him. The whimper he lets out when you bypass the drink is almost fulfilling enough that you’re no longer hungry. Almost.

The room takes on an eerie silence as you part your lips and take a bite. A loud, crunchy bite. Crumbs fall onto the table beneath you—probably in slow motion— and chewing only seems to increase the volume.

“Son of a bitch.” He mutters as you swallow, “you’re crazy.”

You hadn’t planned on it but you walk across the room then, half a biscuit in your hand and a satisfied smile on your face. He’s slumped in his chair a little. He’s defeated since he knows he won’t defeat the knots keeping him in place.

“Come on, try it for me.”

“Go to hell.”

It's your turn to roll your eyes, “don’t be so dramatic, you’ve been to hell. This can’t be that bad.”

As you reason with him, you slide into his lap again, which will be torture enough because he can’t touch you. Except you also hold the biscuit to his lips.

“Please. For me. Be my good boy.” You coo as if you're not toying with him.

His thighs twitch beneath you at the use of his nickname and, because he’s always your good boy, he opens his mouth.

5eva tags: @divadinag @darthdeziewok @fluentinfiction @witch-of-letters @supernatural-teamfreewillpage @magnitude101999 @alexwinchester23 Dean babes: @thewinchesterchronicles @akshi8278 @bloodydaydreamer

[bwoahtastic]

How many languages do you speak? What made you write ABO fics? And which is your favourite ship in F1?

How many languages: 2, I only speak Dutch and English fluently, but I can understand German and Italian pretty well too (i just cant form sentences myself lol)

ABO: I read some stuff about it in other fandoms (like Merlin and Sherlock I think) and I thought it was very interesting!

Fav ship: i'm not very picky at all jsjs, but I always seem to come back to Maxiel or Kev/Nico

[to-dare-is-to-do]

i was tagged by the lovely @thethorkingdom 🧡 i appreciate it very very very much my dear

🐳name: Laura

🐳nickname: Lora, Mauci

🐳zodiac sign: Leo

🐳height: 172cm

🐳nationality: Slovenian

🐳languages spoken: slovenian, english, spanish, i also understand croatian, serbian, bosnian, i know some dutch and german and i'm currently learning french 🙃 oh and i also know the slovenian sign language (but i don't speak it lol)

🐳what time is it: 21:51

🐳celebrity crush: Tom Holland, Shawn Mendes, Bradley Simpson, Harry Winks, Leon Goretzka, Chris Evans, Lando Norris....we have enough material for an essay tho'

🐳favourite fictional characters: hermione granger, elizabeth bennet, sherlock holmes

🐳favourite musician: coldplay, the 1975, harry styles, sleeping at last, imagine dragons, khalid

🐳favourite sports team:

- football: spurs/bayern

- f1: mclaren

🐳favourite season: fall

🐳favourite flower: sunflower

🐳favourite scent: sea, rain, lemon grass

🐳favourite animal: red panda

🐳favourite food: lasagna

🐳dream car: mclaren 765lt or bmw x4

🐳dream trip: uff either something across scandinavia or a roadtrip throught middle and west europe

🐳instruments: i play flute and piano (badly)

🐳coffee, tea or hot chocolate: torn between coffee and tea

🐳dog or cat person: DOGGOOOO

🐳following: 269

🐳followers: 825

🐳other blogs: @to-andromeda-and-back

🐳blog established: june 2012 i believe

🐳do you have tumblr crush: of course i do! @kimmichsworld ❤

🐳do you get asks: well sometimes, i would love more but i think people are tired of me replying late 🤦‍♀️

🐳what is your lucky number: 8

🐳number of blankets you sleep with: 2

🐳average sleep hours: 6 (when i manage to fall asleep at least)

🐳random fact: i can walk on the trampoline wall 🤷‍♀️

i won't be tagging anyone because i'm super late to this and y'all probably done it already but if you want to do it feel free to say i tagged you

[alexsfictionaddiction]

Review: The Devil and the Dark Water by Stuart Turton

Although I am yet to read Stuart Turton’s very successful debut novel The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, I have had a copy of it for a while. I think I just wanted a chunk of time set aside to devote to it and haven’t quite found that urge as of yet. It has been staring at me recently and I will no doubt be giving into it very soon because I’ve just finished his latest mystery and boy, was I shook!

It’s 1634 aboard the Saardam, a ship that has just left the East Indies (modern day Indonesia) bound for Amsterdam. Its crew includes a fantastic detective Sammy Pipps, who is being held prisoner and awaiting execution for a crime he didn’t commit, and his loyal bodyguard Arent Hayes. Not long into the journey, a lame leper inexplicably manages to climb on top of a stack of crates on the deck and burst into flames. Strange symbols begin appearing all over the ship and dark things occur including sightings of this thought-to-be-dead leper. Is there really a demon in their ranks? With the only man likely to solve the mystery in manacles, Arent takes it upon himself to get to the bottom of these bizarre, impossible happenings.

They’re joined by a malevolent governor general Jan Haan, his frustrated wife Sara, their brilliantly clever daughter Lia, Jan’s mistress Creesjie, a Dutch minister Sander Kers, his apprentice Isabel and a band of other officials and sailors. As you might expect in 1634, there is a fair amount of misogyny amongst the male characters but the excellency of the women blast all truth of their remarks right out of the water. In truth, the women of the book do a lot of the actual mystery solving and Turton has written some truly amazing women in this novel, so you’re in for a real treat!

Sara is a woman of noble birth and she has married well but she still bears the brunt of mistreatment and underestimation from men. She was one of my favourite characters and I was so invested in things working out for her in the end. She is incredibly wise and sharp, both qualities that have been passed on to Lia and I had no doubt that her teaming up with Arent would help get the mystery solved. This little line where she complains about the lack of pockets in her dresses made me smile -close to 400 years later, women are still asking for more pockets in their dresses! 

‘Dark water is our soul, and Old Tom is swimming within it.’

The atmosphere on the ship is one of inevitable doom and anticipation of death. I could almost feel a very heavy black cloak over the whole thing and every room and passage way reeked of curses. Turton is great at evoking this gloomy setting and creating an overwhelming feeling of dread. It’s perfect for this claustrophobic Christie-esque air that haunts the entirety of the book.

Arent and Sammy have a very strong Sherlock and Watson dynamic and I loved it. They have such a wonderful bond and unwavering trust in each other and I would love to read more of their cases. At several points, I did fear for Sammy’s life and I had only Arent’s huge presence to assure me that he’d be ok. Although it seemed like a perfect friendship for most of the narrative, the end revealed that even the closest friends sometimes have secrets between them -much like Sherlock and Watson!

In spite of all its death and skullduggery, the book also has a few rays of light. The mystery was still being fully unravelled in the final pages and I did fear that it would leave some things unanswered or not quite satisfactory. However, it was rounded off on a hopeful note and I was grateful to finally emerge from the tunnel of a very immersive reading experience into the light.

The Devil and the Dark Water is an addictive, wise, twisty mystery that is perfect for curling up with during the upcoming long cold nights. The characters are fantastically developed, the twists just keep on coming and the little jewels of wisdom from centuries ago speak directly to a contemporary audience. Agatha Christie fans will devour this chunk of a book.

‘Strong is strong and weak is weak, and it doesn’t matter if you wear breeches or skirts if you’re the latter. Life will hammer you flat.’

[muqiing]

20 questions

i was tagged by the lovely @utopiajeon thank you fabi i tag whoever feels like doing this!

how are you feeling today?

good! i played skribble.io with some friends this afternoon and then skyped with my friends from uni this evening so it’s been a nice day 🥰

what is the best thing that happened in 2020 to you so far?

i saw day6 and halsey live and i immensely enjoyed that!! apart from that i’ve been in lockdown so not much interesting has happened haha

fave song at the moment?

— dreamin’ the score ft. blackbear — 4x4ever mamamoo — filter bts — gasoline halsey — dynasty miia

last movie you watched in the cinema?

i haven’t been to the cinema in years lmao

fave movie?

— parasite — mamma mia (look i really fucking love this movie ok) — gonjam: haunted asylum — train to busan

fave season?

spring!

dream job?

author

fave animal?

cats!! and also koalas and alpacas

fave color?

beige or soft pink

what languages do you speak?

dutch, french, english, some german, some spanish

what languages do you want to learn?

i’m learning korean atm! i would love to learn chinese as well but i fear it’s just too difficult ;-;

dream vacation?

i wanna go back to korea :( i would also love to visit australia, south africa and canada one day

if you could listen to one album for the rest of your life which one would it be?

i wanna be (the 1st album repackage) key

what song got you into kpop?

sherlock (clue+note) shinee

are you watching kdrama’s? what was your last kdrama?

i’m currently watching itaewon class and it’s really becoming my favorite!! next to that i really enjoyed suspicious partner, weightlifting fairy kim bok joo, and romance is a bonus book :)

your ultimate kpop song that brightens up your mood always?

any second generation kpop song tbh

last song you listened to?

friends bts

what’s one thing you have most in common with your bias?

i think i’m the same as jin in the aspect of being a quiet worker, and we’re both very serious when it comes to things we hope to accomplish