Tumgik
klcthebookworm · 1 day
Text
"Disembowel" is actually a hilarious term. Guts undone, bowels cancelled. Got your entrail privileges revoked. You can either act a clown or you can have your guts intact, but you can't have both and I can't unclown you.
2K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 1 day
Text
I want to see a work of fiction that reverses the "vampires are snobby upper class, werewolves are brutish lower class" stereotypes
53K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 2 days
Text
WIP Wednesday: Wars Are Won: Sacrifice of Happiness
Tumblr media
This has started off as a year to get words onto long-lingering planned projects! I have no idea when publishing will be because I don't want to make promises I cannot keep. But look WORDS!
These words are in Wars Are Won By Those Who Dare: Sacrifice of Happiness. Choice of POV will probably eyebrow raising but it is what it is.
Earth year 1996, September 21, 1530 local time
Greasepit has been put in charge of Operation Show Me Alchemy and I have already put in a request for a new nuclear transmutation ray gun from Plutarkian High Command. Estimates I have calculated show that we can fulfill Plutark’s order before the nefarious mice interrupt things so anything past that point is ancillary. But they will interrupt things and the nuclear transmutation ray gun will get destroyed, so pre-submission of that request.
Those preparations in hand, I called up a local real estate agent who was very good at forcing residents to sell for under market value. They found me a closed medical clinic on the opposite side of the city. Already a secured building, prepared with the power loads my experiments will need, and completely isolated from all of Limburger’s properties.
Now I need to source muscle to procure the test subjects.
6 notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 7 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Duke Humfrey’s Library - the oldest reading room in the Bodleian Library at the University of Oxford.
3K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 7 days
Text
Father Brown: Beneath the foolish-seeming exterior there lies an analytical, supremely sympathetic man.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Beneath the foolish-seeming exterior there lies an analytical, supremely sympathetic man. Beneath him there lies another very silly man, except this one reads Donne.
472 notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 7 days
Note
Hi! I just finished reading Gaudy Night, which I bought a while ago after seeing you talk about it. (Thank you so much for spreading the word btw!! I shall now be proselytizing to anyone who will listen.) I absolutely loved it. The mystery was great, the writing was 🤌, but the romance!!! Phew! So nuanced! So refreshing! But I'd love to hear your take on the dog collar thing. What was up with that?? Do you know if it was supposed to be as spicy as it seemed to my 2024 eye?
Hello, Anon, I am so delighted! The Gaudy Night proselytizing spreads!
The dog collar! As spicy as it appears to you? perhaps not. More confidently I would say: probably not spicy in precisely the same way it appears close to a century later. I think that the most significant way it advances intimacy is as the first thing Harriet allows Peter to give her, as he cannot resist pointing out. Because Harriet and Peter (my beloveds) are also terrible at talking directly about their feelings, it also allows them to do that. It allows Harriet a dispassionate (!) experience of Peter's physicality and her own, and I think that matters. And because -- again, I cannot overstate this -- they are terrible at talking directly about their feelings, it allows them to experiment with the vocabulary of claiming ("I have taken your collar away to have my name put on") in a context far removed from their scrupulous intellectual discussions about obligation, desire, and the counterpoint.
71 notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 7 days
Text
Tumblr media
Another Lord Peter and Harriet portrait.
229 notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 9 days
Text
WIP Wednesday
Tumblr media
Things should be calming down for them. After all, the bad guys have been defeated.
Hannah packed up her and Chuck’s stuff and they went to the nearest coffee shop for breakfast. “We’ll head back to the orphanage camp after we eat.”
“Not going back for Vash and Meryl-ma’am?” Chuck asked.
“I left a note.” She paid for the breakfast sandwiches, juice for Chuck, and coffee for her.
“But you always say not to split up, and bad things have happened when we have split up.”
“This isn’t splitting up. This is going to the scoreboard while Mom has alone time at the garage.”
“But they still aren’t alone.”
“You know how Mom and Dad like to have alone time together? That alone time. Vash and Meryl-ma’am haven’t had any alone time since we rescued them from Knives.”
“Oh,” Chuck said drawing it out. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
“It should be. We defeated all the Gung-Ho Guns and Bluesummers. If Vash runs into any normal trouble, he can radio for help through his transmitter. Do you not want to go? I thought you’d want to play with the other kids.”
“I do. I just wanna make sure it really is okay. We have been having an awful lot of excitement, even for us.”
Hannah sipped her coffee and didn’t point how right he was about that.
1 note · View note
klcthebookworm · 12 days
Text
i am a woman at war with herself, torn forever between my love of detective fiction and my hatred of cops and cop media
45K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 14 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
35K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 16 days
Text
WIP Wednesday
Tumblr media
Now it is time for telling stories.
They soon left the crashed ship and rode the motorcycle into New Oregon. After getting rooms at the hotel, Vash sought out a restaurant and brought back a dozen hot dogs and various additions. Hannah told Meryl about the solar power farms she’s going to help Doc with for the new community and get them spread out all over Gunsmoke and the commission she’s pretty sure is fair for being their public face as Vash and Chuck ate most of the hot dogs.
“Meryl, I’ve been wondering. Why did you marry me?” Vash asked after the solar power conversation petered out.
“Why? Afraid I’m going to divorce you?”
He blinked. “Well I am now!”
She chuckled. “I’m not going to divorce you. What brought this up?”
He shrugged. “You said it wasn’t my heroics. So I’ve been wondering what it is.”
“Your kindness.”
“But I wasn’t very kind to you at first.”
“No, but I wasn’t trying to get along either. But you always reached out and helped people, never expecting anything in return. You’ll probably just shrug it off as practicing love and peace but Gunsmoke needs more of that from everyone.”
“Oh.” Vash’s cheeks reddened.
Hannah covered her mouth as she yawned. “Fair’s fair. Why did you pick Meryl-ma’am?”
“She’s determined.”
She knows he is awful at romance but really attracted to her domineering and argumentative personality? “Most people would think that’s just too stubborn to give up.”
Vash snorted. “Most people can’t see past the end of their noses, so letting them lead the way is fatal. Everything we have is the result of someone’s determination. Humans wouldn’t have gone to the stars and none of us would have survived on Gunsmoke without determination.”
“You think it’s that important?” Chuck asked.
“It is that important,” Vash insisted. “None of us would be here now if we just gave up. Did we tell you how we met?”
“No,” Hannah and Chuck answered in unison.
Meryl’s face heated up. “You really don’t have to tell them about that.”
“About midway through January of this year, I let myself run out of bullets and spent my last double dollar at the time on a glass of whiskey in a lonely saloon not too far from Felnarl.”
“You probably should have spent it on bullets,” Chuck said.
“After the week I had had, I needed that whiskey then. You’ll understand that when you’re older.” Chuck stuck his tongue out at Vash. Vash continued, “So no bullets, I got cornered and caught by a bandit named Descartes and his gang. Trussed up and trying to figure out a way to escape while the gang was already spending the bounty money, these two ladies come up the mountain riding a pair of toma.”
“Oh, now we’re ladies,” Meryl said.
“I said I was sorry for that; didn’t I? Anyways, as scared as they were, they approached Descartes and the whole situation and tried to give him donuts.”
Meryl covered her face with her hands. “The descriptions were so bad.”
“You thought that Descartes guy was Vash?” Chuck asked.
“The description we were given was a giant man with a Mohawk wielding a huge weapon with a ton of henchmen and a womanizer. Descartes was easily nine feels high.”
“They weren’t the only ones confused,” vash said. “Another bounty hunter showed up, Loose Ruth, and he thought Descartes was me too. And then Descartes started to question the description he had been given: blond man in a red coat with a big gun. Ruth fit that to a tee so they started shooting at each other. Descartes had a giant bladed boomerang that sliced up rocks and Ruth started tossing explosives everywhere.”
“What happened then?” Chuck asked. “You teamed up?”
“Meryl and Milly took off to warn Felnarl Town at the bottom of the mountain to evacuate and I caught up with them and ate the donuts.”
“You stole the donuts,” Meryl corrected.
“I was starving, you brought them for Vash the Stampede, and I earned them with the deal.”
“Deal?” Hannah asked.
“Meryl gave me ten double dollars and the donuts if I would ride down to the town and tell them to evacuate while she and Milly rode back to stop the fight and put Descartes under Vash surveillance. So determined to do her job.” Vash’s gaze at her was proud and loving.
“We didn’t charge in the second time,” Meryl explained. “We scouted out why the fight was over and got captured. Loose Ruth suggested Descartes have fun with us.”
“The hurt you until you scream fun. Why do wrenchheads call that fun?” Chuck asked.
“Because they’re bad guys,” Hannah said.
“Meanwhile, I rode down until I spotted some townspeople heading up to investigate the explosions and yelled at them to evacuate the town because some idiot was flinging explosives at Vash the Stampede.”
Hannah cackled. “Bet that got them running.”
“Gratifyingly effectively,” Vash said with a grin.
0 notes
klcthebookworm · 18 days
Text
Tumblr media
Friends don't let friends read Atlas Shrugged
27K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 18 days
Text
1K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 19 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
from The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy L. Sayers
922 notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 20 days
Photo
Tumblr media
Some character designs with some…atypical color choices? I guess. I don’t know what’s going on in that area.
This is Nimona and her supervillain friend (He doesn’t have a name yet, I’m working on that). Nimona is his sidekick/squire, they’re like the Batman and Robin of slightly Medieval villains, but she’s actually way more evil than him. He does what he does to make a point, and he doesn’t really want anyone get hurt - Nimona just gets a kick out of destroying stuff.
I’m going to attempt to make a two page comic with them? We’ll see how this goes.
105K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 20 days
Text
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
Tumblr media
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
61K notes · View notes
klcthebookworm · 20 days
Text
TIL there are only around 120 anonymous Michelin restaurant inspectors in the world. They spend 3 out of every 4 weeks on the road, and must vacate a region for 10 years if they think a restaurant suspects their identity.
via reddit.com
165K notes · View notes