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Welcome to the Nes-atouille Universe

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Nes - they/them
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Sideblog about Our Flag Means Death & occasionally Sandman.
Was a BBC Sherlock and Johnlock blog before.
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klapollo

Hana-Rawhiti Kareariki Maipi-Clarke, the youngest MP in Aotearoa, starts a haka to protest the first vote on a bill reinterpreting the 1840 Treaty of Waitangi

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paapango

This is a good outline of just what is so repellent about the Treaty Principles Bill.

And further to that, there's a huge hīkoi coming. Thousands of people are walking from the top of the North Island (and the bottom of the South) to Parliament in Wellington. They should have arrived for this debate, but like the toadies they are the Government brought it forward so they would miss it. They're still coming though.

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YOU GUYS I WAS LOOKING BACK THROUGH ONE OF THE PANELS TO SEE IF THERE WERE ANY HIDDEN REFERENCES AND

(when asked to describe his characters journey in one phrase)

(WHEN ASKED WHAT STEDES FAVORITE CRYPTID WOULD BE)

his cryptid loving ass is so excited about getting to be a mermaid

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racketghost

the repetition of Crowley saying, "i'm a demon, i lie" (white lies. little lies. he doesn't lie about stuff that actually matters) vs Aziraphale thinking he really does lie (about stuff that does matter, like not wanting to be an angel, like not being a good person, like not wanting forgiveness). they really are listening to each other but hearing something different. (aim for my mouth, shoot past my ear)

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heyimcelery

Cannot just drop the "aim for my mouth, shoot past my ear" so casually like you didn't just unravel another brilliant layer of good omens season 2

It makes so much sense I'm goiNG TO CRY

you really gotta trust someone to do a bullet catch. like you would trust everything they say and do and know, implicitly, that you’re safe in their hands. they trust each other so much— despite the fact that their “exactlies” are different “exactlies”. and it’s like they can only see that out of the corner of their eyes because when they look directly at it they’re blinded by something (love? devotion? loyalty? all of the above? who can say. it’s ineffable).

they put trust in each other over everything else, over hereditary enemies and disagreements about humanity and deeply coded ethereal programming. they trust each other despite everything telling them they shouldn’t, through bad moods and insults and breakups. even when it could lead to danger or destruction or death.

Aziraphale caught the bullet in the story of Job (he ate food offered by the snake in eden, trusting him even then, so early, somehow, to not drag him to hell), he caught it again in the 60s (he gives Crowley holy water despite everything telling him not to, he trusts him not to take the suicide pill), he catches it again and again (he trusts Crowley and raises the Antichrist. he trusts Crowley and stops armageddon. he trusts Crowley and swaps bodies and steps down into hell. he trusts Crowley. he trusts Crowley to save him every time). I could always rely on you, you could always rely on me.

so he takes the offer from Metatron, he trusts that Crowley will catch the bullet this time (trust me, trust me, trust me. i know what i’m doing here, let me save you for once). and sure enough the bullet hits the wall behind Crowley’s head but there’s no bullet in his mouth. nothing about it hits. they finally see that they’ve both been aiming at the wrong thing this whole time.

and just when you think it’s over and the magic trick is finished, Crowley levels the gun right back (these are their normal positions. something about it feels right. Aziraphale is very good at looking down the barrel of that gun because he trusts Crowley so very much), except this time the bullet doesn’t graze past his ear.

it hits him square in the mouth.

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oziraphale

The BBC Radio's version of The Blue Carbuncle contains, what has to be said is, one of my favourite scenes... It's when Holmes and Watson are standing in the street after proving the innocence of John Horner.

Here it is in its full text glory 💖

From Bert Coules' book 221 BBC.

[ID: text reads;

Watson: No, I mean it. There he was, off back to his family and friends... Did my heart good.
Holmes: I await with interest your heart-wringing prose version.
Watson: Really, old man. Can't you let it drop for a second?

A moment.

Well. I must be getting home. It's certainly been a Christmas Eve to remember. And tomorrow I dare say I'll even find the children tolerable.

Holmes says nothing.

Watson breaks the silence. He rubs his hands together, ready to leave.

Ah well. Goodnight then.

Holmes desperately wants him to stay.

He drops the mask for the barest moment.

Holmes: Watson. Wait.

Watson stops dead.

To him, the plea was unmistakable.

He's not sure how to handle this.

Watson: Holmes?

And neither is Holmes.

A moment.

Way off, Big Ben strikes the quarter.

Watson looks at his pocket-watch.

Good lord. I'd no idea it was so late. Early.
Holmes: Watson...

An awkward silence. Watson takes charge.

Watson: Holmes... this is damnably rude of me, but... well, I know you dine very late, as a rule.

And Holmes realises what he's doing and is grateful for it.

The mask goes back up.

Holmes: Absolutely true, doctor. Are you about to tell me that I'm ruining my digestion?
Watson: Actually, I was wondering if Mrs. Hudson might stretch to providing for two.
Holmes: For two?
Watson: Mary will have gone to bed hours ago. The whole household. I realise it's a dreadful imposition.
Holmes: I believe I can tolerate it.
Watson: Thank you, Holmes.

And again the mask disappears...

Holmes: Thank you, my friend.

But not for long. After a moment:

Come along, Doctor. Faces to the north and quick march!

They begin to walk, their footsteps echoing in the early morning stillness.

The scene is over taken by the closing music.

Closing announcements.

The music ends.

The end.

I had more audience reaction to that one single scene than any other in the Adventures. Once again, the combination of the actors' performances, the sounds and the music gave it a power far beyond the words on the page; but if it hadn't been for Patrick Rayner, it wouldn't have happened at all.

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