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Regé-Jean Page as Xenk Yendar, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)
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Obsessed with that kiss scene actually but I'm being very Normal about it...
I have been very Normal about that kiss scene for twenty years or so and I still can't believe it happened. And there's so much more good stuff to come! Can't wait to hear your thoughts on the finale when you get there!
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Mein lieber Scholli. Mein lieber Schwan. Mein lieber Herr Gesangsverein. Mein lieber Freund und Kupferstecher. Alter Schwede. Alter Verwalter. Ich glaube mein Schwein pfeift. Ach du grüne Neune. Da wird ja der Hund in der Pfanne verrückt. Himmel, Arsch und Zwirn. Da brat mir einer nen Storch. Holla die Waldfee. Heidewitzka. Donnerlittchen. Ich glaube es hackt. Leck mich fett. Da boxt der Papst im Kettenhemd. Heiliges Blechle. Ich glaub mich knutscht ein Elch. Das geht aber auf keine Kuhhaut. Da haben wir den Salat. Ich glaube mit tritt ein Pferd.
Sehr geehrter Herr Scholli, sehr geehrter Herr Schwan, sehr geehrter Herr Gesangsverein, sehr geehrte Damen und Herren Kupferstecher,
bezugnehmend auf Ihr Schreiben vom 22. März-
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i really just don't think we as a fandom talk enough about how the ghost of caroline fraser (benton fraser's mother) was played by martha burns (paul gross's wife)
I think it might have been hard to even find anyone interested in taking that part? I don't know the going rate for a thirty second appearance with no lines, but it may not have been worth the effort for many actresses. It wouldn't have been a very attractive prospect on a professional level for Martha Burns either, but the fact that she'd get a chance to hang out with her husband would have made up for that (even if it was only on set). I did read they didn't see much of each other while he was filming AND producing for Due South, so this would have been a good opportunity.
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Fuck height difference in my OTPs, give me build difference.
Self-reblog because this has gone waaaaaay too far down in my tag.
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me watching 'gratuitous' sex and violence and ''problematic representation'' in my shows and movies made for adults
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if he was still alive I know in my heart that Terry Pratchett would have done a bit about Igors and Igorinas doing gender confirmation surgery by now. going into a lab full of bubbling vials and picking out a penis from a tank the way you pick a lobster. that one, please. you gotta be careful though because they'll really try to upsell you into getting two or three installed. people going to the clinic as pairs and just having parts swapped out for a discounted rate. maybe you actually just trade brains, that's even easier. Igorth have already been doing that thurgery for thenturieth.
#one day an igor forgets the lock the cage and a pack of penises escapes into ankh-morpork#the watch spends the next three weeks rounding them up
how DARE you leave this in the tags (affectionate)
Everyone knew it was best not to look too closely at Igor's jars.
Vimes was beginning to wish he had looked more closely at the most recent additions before Igor came lurching up the stairs to inform him:
"They have ethcaped, thir."
"Escaped. What has escaped, Igor."
"Thome of my.. appendageth, thir."
"Appendages."
"Yeth, thir. Of the... intimate variety."
"Of the intimate..." Vimes trailed off as the dawning horror overwhelmed his vocal cords.
He rallied. "Igor. HOW have they escaped? They are not known for their... perambulatory abilities."
"Really, thir? I've alwayth found them to have a mind of their own at timeth."
Vimes was staying calm. Yes. That was it. He was staying very calm. Definitely NOT thinking AT ALL about how Vetinari and... Good lord, The Times, would react to marauding pack of penises. Would it be a pack? Or would they go off on their own?
"I wath exthperimenting with cuthtom grown oneth, you know. For thothe who cannot grow their own."
"Err... what? Of course you were. I mean. Very good."
Pictured: An Igor harvesting appendages
#[a loud crash is heard from the lab] #[another igor runs past with a giant butterfly net. stopping briefly at the door to shriek 'THE VULVATHS''] (via @the-wave-finally-broke)
It turns out to be a brilliant feat of advertisement, as the people too shy or uncertain to go visit Igor rightaway effectively get a chance to discretely window-shop in public.
An unfortunate side effect being that a small girl, denied of her rightful need to be a Horse Girl by the limitations of being a native Ankh-Morpork child[1], would have adopted one of the larger Appendages of the pack and named it Free Willy. Her insistence that she could understand her pet through a bond of mutual sympathy was both touching and troubling, as was her announcement that Free Willy did not want to be attached to a governing body and forced into service, saddled with clothing, or made to perform tricks for audiences. With no Igor having the heart [2] to take it from her, the child was allowed to keep Free Willy, who lived for five healthy years in her family’s pigeon loft and eventually passed away from natural causes after a battle with another fighting cock. The child went on to write a well-acclaimed children’s book, The Willy that Would Be Free, which was, necessarily, a pop-up book.
[1] where an ordinary working class child CAN form a magical bond with a horse, in the form of a pie, labeled as beef.
[2] ha
Look, it got longer.
So did Free Willy.
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me in the mornings & me omw to work
OMG thank you for the tag @allofthebeanz! Evening: made!