the denouement parlour

Charlie Brooker’s Legendary Wipe Shows
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linnealurks:

I finally put my finger on exactly why I dislike the line “Rule One: the Doctor lies” so much.

It’s not just the fact that the Doctor is lying. It’s not even whether or not he has good reason to lie. It’s the message this sends to the companions, that lies from the Doctor are normal and acceptable, and that they should just turn off their own critical thinking faculties and listen to what the Doctor tells them, because he knows best. 

It’s basically saying “Don’t question authority.”

a-gal-insane:

I’ve read somewhere that Morrissey borrows some of his lyrics from kitchen-sink dramas so I snooped around a bit. These are from A Taste of Honey and he’s used them in Reel Around the Fountain and This Night Has Opened My Eyes. Nice film, too.

A Taste of Honey is one of the most beautiful films ever made and everyone should watch it.

youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Definitive Stereotype Map of Britain and Ireland
People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.

Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)

Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”

(via coolestpriest)

5centsapound:

Nadia Myre, Indian Act

Indian Act speaks of the realities of colonization - the effects of contact, and its often-broken and untranslated contracts. The piece consists of all 56 pages of the Canadian Federal Government’s Indian Act mounted on stroud cloth and sewn over with red and white glass beads. Each word is replaced with white beads sewn into the document; the red beads replace the negative space.

dropitlikefscottt:

the-library-and-step-on-it:

This is one of four manuscript versions of Wilfred Owen’s seminal poem “Dulce et Decorum est” digitised for the First World War Digital Poetry Archive. The manuscript resides at The British Library.

Christopher Eccleston reading this poem

dropitlikefscottt:

the-library-and-step-on-it:

This is one of four manuscript versions of Wilfred Owen’s seminal poem “Dulce et Decorum est” digitised for the First World War Digital Poetry Archive. The manuscript resides at The British Library.

Christopher Eccleston reading this poem

averyrevealing10secs:


I have no idea how much of Malcolm Tucker there is in Armando or in me or indeed in any of us – it’s a wonderful part and it’s mine and I will thank Armando forever.

-Peter Capaldi, in Armando Iannucci’s British Comedy Awards 2011 tribute video for winning the Outstanding Achievement in Writing Award from the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain

averyrevealing10secs:

I have no idea how much of Malcolm Tucker there is in Armando or in me or indeed in any of us – it’s a wonderful part and it’s mine and I will thank Armando forever.

-Peter Capaldi, in Armando Iannucci’s British Comedy Awards 2011 tribute video for winning the Outstanding Achievement in Writing Award from the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain


Philippe Halsman Jean Cocteau with Birds

Philippe Halsman
Jean Cocteau with Birds

Sagas for the Impatient

kainoliero:

Since I’m not sure if I’ve advertised this yet, here goes: you can now follow Sagas for the Impatient (sagas re-written in a short form) via tumblr! List of sagas already written can be found here. After the current one - Grettis saga - we’re doing Hervarar saga. This means shieldmaidens, two of them, both called Hervör. One is a zombie-fighting serial murderer-embroiderer and the other one’s just kick-ass. It’s the only one so far that’s NOT an Icelandic saga but hey, shieldmaidens! Hordes of the undead! Berserkers! Huns! Embroidery!

[bolding mine]

qthewetsprocket:

regndoft:

alittlebitontuesdays:

keraaminenkettu:

Achilles mourning the death of his boyfriend Patroclus (on a plate).
aka. A Greek burrito of mourning.

I WILL WRAP MYSELF IN THIS BLANKET
AND STAY HERE

#except not really because then I’ll realise I’ll feel much better if I murder loads of guys but y’know #one thing at a time

"Achilles, have you got any pants on under that sheet?"
"…No."
"Okay."

qthewetsprocket:

regndoft:

alittlebitontuesdays:

keraaminenkettu:

Achilles mourning the death of his boyfriend Patroclus (on a plate).

aka. A Greek burrito of mourning.

I WILL WRAP MYSELF IN THIS BLANKET

AND STAY HERE

#except not really because then I’ll realise I’ll feel much better if I murder loads of guys but y’know #one thing at a time

"Achilles, have you got any pants on under that sheet?"

"…No."

"Okay."

trr-rr:

Same, Chilton.

This. Scene. Ohmygod. Ever since Hannibal served up some tongue whilst name-dropping Auguste Escoffier in season 1, I’ve been daydreaming about them being inspired by the Escoffier recipe for ‘Suprême de Pigeonneaux à la Saint-Clair.’ I even wrote a draft about it at the time and then deleted it because I though it sounded… unhinged.

And guess what that dish looks like?

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Yes. As always, thank you, Hannibal, for giving me what no reasonable show ever would.

coelacanthteeth:

never ever apologize to me for your dog being too excited to see me

a dog could knock me to the ground and give me a black eye and I would still hug it and love it because dogs hurt because they love too much I love dogs