VOTE JOE

slovenia???????

look at your phone lock screen. that's your reason to keep goin

CHA-CHACHA-CH-CHA-CHA-CHA! 🇫🇮❤️‍🔥💚

literally everything about this guy is perfect and i would kill for him. i would literally be a murderer in midsomer just to meet him. im not joking. take me to simp jail.

FOLLOWERS AND FANS !

I am coming to you, Midsomer fans, because as you may saw it in here, I think Dan Scott is baby and that everyone should protect him at all costs-

But anyway.

If you have 2mins, reblog and tell your thought about him and also mention your fave sergeant! We need more content about Midsomer, there's too little to my taste at least.

Love all upon you, have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️

this screenshot is so fucking funny

we say Ishimondo is just a ship that fans have extrapolated from homoeroticism, but like... didn't Yasuhiro literally call Hifumi and Kiyondo "rivals in love" for Alter Ego? who disguised itself as Mondo for Kiyotaka, which basically confirms in canon that Kiyotaka is in love with Mondo? like people always say that Ishimondo is "basically canon" in that sense of "they're clearly in love but not confirmed" but It's Literally Right There.

something very funny to me about the progression of desert duo over the life series. we really went from "i'd die for you" to "i'm indifferent to you" to "i hate you" to "i'm going to actively murder you"

i loved the part in esc 2023 where käärijä won and he performed his reprise with bojan and the rest of joker out. and also when luke black came in the top five and also jann was there. and also when the juries all exploded

etho with no brim

etho with no brim

FAMILY TIME

ASKSHAGWHSDIQGAODIISNSEUEEUWHXHHDSUUAUSW THE SEASON FOUR HYPE IS REAL

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Etho stares at the message on his communicator until his eyes are nearly blurry. No. No. No. No. If he thinks too hard, his very blood is in flames, burning away himself and Joel. If he thinks too hard, Joel’s triumphant scream pierces the air along with the axe buried in his chest. If he thinks too hard, the scars on his arms turn back to the flame they once were, setting his clothing alight as he screams in agony. 

But They want blood, and who is he to deny Them? Who is he to deny protection to those he couldn’t save before? (He knows he’ll betray them to live anyway.) 

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“They want blood… gladly,” Grian’s lips twist up into a sick grin. He’s far beyond caring, and has been since he scrubbed the blood of his lover from his fingernails under the desolate, unforgiving desert sun. 

“Grian?” 

The sick smile disappears as he’s faced with the ghost that has haunted him daily since the beginning. 

“Scar.” 

“One more time?” Scar wears his own tired grin, just as sick as Grian’s, and far more bitter. 

“One more time.” 

(Is this the last time?)

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“Wh-now? Are you serious?” Jimmy drops the pile of wood he’d been carrying through the doorway of his empty town. “Right now?” 

There’s no response–there never is, and hasn’t been in months. All that’s left to keep him company are the tumbleweeds, blowing past him, and the mocking, empty vacation houses he’d invited the others to build in the hopes someone would come keep him company.

“Least I won’t be alone, if I go…” Somewhere, there’s laughter, a call from his rancher and respect he’d forgotten he could have. 

That’s all it takes. 

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“Oh, for goodness sake!” 

He tries to ignore the message for several hours, although it taunts him with every glance down to the communicator, seeing others log off Hermitcraft. Etho. Grian. Scar. Tango. Cleo. Ren. Impulse. 

No, no, not this time. He doesn’t want to go, not when he’s sure Impulse has a matching scar through his chest where Bdubs’ sword betrayed him twice-albeit, on accident the final time. Etho’s long gone–of course he’d go–and Cleo, for reasons well beyond him. Far more hours pass, before he breaks–

“...fine!” 

(He never really had a choice. He’s not proven himself beyond failing those he swore loyalty to, and he won’t rest until then.) 

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Sharp laughter fills the air, like electricity buzzing, and then-

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“No thanks, I’m good mate!” Mumbo shakes his head, already turning back to the flooring of his definitely full vault. 

(Although…) 

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“Of course, of course..” Scott chuckles slowly, as if in on some joke that nobody else could ever understand. Like others… he’s far beyond caring, and has been since the lightning arched through the trees to take him despite his supposed victory. But first… he takes his time. Makes himself a drink, watches the sun set orange. After all… the next sunset could be red. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, he turns away. 

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It’s as if the fear and rage she’d felt for weeks before comes back in an instant, electrifying her. She’s typed her answer before she can even think twice about it, half blinded. Why? Why? Why did he do that? 

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“Hello, Scott,” she grins up at the rising sun, at the unmarred landscape around her. “Would you like to play a game?”