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"old friends" is an underrated relationship dynamic because it's such an innocent boring sounding term for what is usually some of the wildest shit imaginable. it's always like 'oh yeah we go way back, we have history' and then you find out that history includes sex, drugs, murder, divorce, war crimes and The Incident

#playground foil #english lit; amateur theatre; drugs; espionage; messy poly divorces all over; murder and The Opera Incident

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Незаконченная серия иллюстраций к книгам "Лемони Сникет: 33 несчастья", начало июня 2021 года

#the style slays sm! love the textured appliqué feel of these. but also. #The Grip. 💀 #anyway looking at the artist with nonjudgmental but knowing gaze of course

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Ed Ruscha

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#the end #👁️

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november 18th – the unfortunate generation

poetry critique

i have this image in my head of a post-canon isa and carmelita reuniting and putting the past behind them, and working on poetry and rhymes together instead. they're both still pretty critical of the other, but no longer intentionally condescending.

as part of @asouefanworkevent 's woevember event

#BURN SCARS CARM! MY EVERYTHING ! #c

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#maim him. #*tv #c

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getting shot with a harpoon gun would suck so much because with other weapons you can be like oh i was shot i got impaled i was stabbed i was poisoned but there's just no cool way to say "i got harpooned" like no disrespect to any harpoon victims out there but it just sounds so goofy. it would probably leave a really cool scar though so i guess it evens out.

#o

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It just occurred to me now that the abuse that Count Olaf put the Baudelaire’s through in the first book was entirely counterproductive to his stated goals. In every other book, the children already distrust him, and need to keep their wits about them, so the sort of psychological warfare he engages in makes sense. But in the first book, they have no reason not to trust him prior to his over-the-top mistreatment of them. The narrative suggests that the plan to marry Violet had already been hatched before the fire, so he’s probably not just wearing them down in preparation for a variety of possible schemes.

The only reason Violet and Klaus figure out what’s going on is because they were given every reason to be suspicious that *something* was up, and read trough book after boring book about marriage law. If Count Olaf had put on a charming character for the children like he does with everyone else, they might have trusted him and walked blindly into the trap that he set. Instead, he let his hatred and sadism get the better of him, and let their fortune slip through his fingers.

#o #metamorphic variables

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there can only be one

#b sweep!

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lemony: beatrice ... my noble lost love ... my elegant fallen flower

things we know about beatrice: loved bats, whistled with crackers in her mouth, did funny dances while pregnant, guilty of theft and murder, once got too tired from running and made salad sitting on the floor

#b

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instead of writing a fic in which b&o are making movies (and trying NOT to kill each other in the jungle) i’m just doing out of context illustrations for it and maybe sending the text to y’all telepathically who knows

#playground foil #***vis #beatrice baudelaire #count olaf #b #o

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not to be incredibly predictable but, beatrice + olaf for the brotp meme. thanks!!!

I picture them both as such melodramatic trash fires during their friendship years that my first instinct is to answer “both of these assholes would do this” for every bullet point haha

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: They both stole French fries, but then Olaf started booby trapping his plate by putting disgusting condiment combinations on his fries until not even Beatrice could deal with it. He made fun of her for being weak but at this point usually ended up eating more of her fries than his own. (Stuff like this is why Beatrice never told him about her allergy - he absolutely would have started eating peppermint on his fries.)

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: They both say yes and then they each have fifteen seconds to improvise the funniest lie. They’re typically either trying to embarrass each other or doing an impression of someone they both know. (They’ve kissed each other a few times and other non-partners several times on stage; it’s not really that remarkable to them.)

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Beatrice is better at missions / adventures than Olaf, but he’s as slippery as an eel and way better at making clean getaways no matter how much he fucks up. He heroically comes to her rescue (with a heartfelt lecture about not throwing her life away to, gasp, commit crimes) and it makes her so mad.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Both of them because they’re both convinced they’re a romance guru next to their hopeless friend, but Olaf hadn’t mastered his manipulative charisma yet so truthfully Beatrice had a bit of a leg up on him.

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: God, this is definitely both of them.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Beatrice; Olaf is kind of gangly and tall for most of his life, so he’s not wild about the top bunk, and she likes hanging out on the top bunk and being taller than him

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Beatrice, the sporty Baudelaire, started a pillow fight once. Olaf bit her. 

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Oh, this one is definitely Olaf.

#playground foil #normal about them

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#two of them……… #***vis #beatrice baudelaire #count olaf #playground foil #b #o

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— she had looked up, waved him over to their table and - skilfully catching the nearest garçon, - recited perfectly to her catch Gustav’s preferred breakfast order, in detail (he was surprised to learn B didn’t forget about his aversion to seafood before noon). Her companion meanwhile stared Gustav down and gave a noncommittal nod in between two drags of his gaulouises.

The couple at the table greeting him had a distinctly bohemian air about them. More damningly - even from the farthest seat in the bistro they looked like actors. Even a stray journalist could see that this morning congregation over a dog-eared script and a plate of beef stroganoff with a side of buckwheat porridge had all the signs of a Suspicious Show Business Backdoor Dealing. This Gustav’s observation wasn’t unfounded, for - before gustav’s order even arrived, - a slip of a schoolgirl (a sort somewhat more astute than a journalist we’ve met in the previous sentence), clutching a daguerreotype of some betasseled screen vamp, came up to their table and chocking on her own audacity, squeaked out a plea for a autograph from the young woman.

B, - now hastily wiping off sauce from her lips and searching for a pen in her handbag, - when compared to her picture in young fan’s hands, - bore fewer signs of a maneater archetype. Still, she had her hair in a somewhat romantic disarray and her eyes were dark like a confessional. There were marks of tiny claws all over black velvet of her sleeves.

Her companion was completely still and silent during the autograph signing and little fan’s sighing - he sat in an almost perfect repose, in some sort of reptilian rest no doubt, unmoving - with an exception of two of his heavily bandaged fingers idly swirling his glass around splashing the inside walls with the swill. If forced to be generous Gustav would call his type of face unconventionally attractive, with a possibility of turning - with age - into an interestingly ugly one. Director’s eye told him that O’s features (those being: heavy brow, vivid eyes - unsettlingly bright, deep set; sharp line of nose and narrow chin, conflicting with full-lipped wide mouth) no doubt would lend themselves very well to a performance of some diabolical villainy or caricatural bigotry on or off the stage. His overcoat was unbuttoned, allowing for a glimpse of a crooked waistcoat and a stained front of tolstoy shirt, his hair slicked back, his demeanour was as cheerful as one of a scorned debutante sitting in the corner of a ballroom while her peers are living it up on the dance floor (as in, cloudy with a chance of thunderous)

#playground foil #***voc #salvaged a piece of ‘b&o are making movies’ vignette; taking a bow about it. just know that gustav lives in his car; — #— b&o are on coexisting terms (with malicious intent) and they’re going to film polidori’s the vampyre — #— adapted to screen by everyone’s beloved ex-bf ls. #i wrote more of this but my at time pov was so distrustful of b i might as well try again some other time..

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#this double opera hc is so interesting to me.. cause obviously you can and should commemorate an anniversary #playground foil #b #o #(i’m a stickler to the word of common sense here and think if you get orphaned as an adult it doesn’t count actually. so. late teens — #— is my pick here. also while we’re at it. i hope o&b never really had a big blowout about it #just continuing on as colleagues and close acquaintances letting this fester between them; waiting for the other party to come clean — #— or at least acknowledge their involvement in the incident; for years on end etcetera

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#violet/carmelita sweep!!! #because some things should rhyme you know like a poem

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Au Theatre (c. 1920) by Albert Guillaume.

#👁 #opera

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#this is the one #playground foil