britishdetectives:keliana856:britishdetectives:True, they were discussing a case, but this scene was
britishdetectives:keliana856:britishdetectives:True, they were discussing a case, but this scene was really about UST.Why? He’s not the least bit fit, attractive, or commanding. He’s just a lump of pale clay. What could she possibly see in him? What do women see in men at all? Why do men even exist? Hmmm. Any Inspector Lynley or Nathaniel Parker fans care to clarify?Ooh. This question raises all my latent quixotry (never far from the surface.) I definitely recognize the experience of wondering these things… but in the case of Lynley and Havers, it never arose for me. In the books, I don’t ship them. I adore their difficult, awkward, intimate friendship, but I don’t ship them. Still/also, they’re so good for each other! There’s so much they don’t understand about each other! They love each other so much! I love and cherish their relationship, because I never see enough good, real, complex friendship in fiction. (If you love classic detective fiction, try the Elizabeth George books. This has been a PSA.)In the films, WOW, I ship them so hard. The show first aired when I was in school, before I realized I was queer/ace, but/and I never, ever questioned the UST. In retrospect, I probably had at least as much of a crush on Sharon Small as on Nathaniel Parker. HMM. My epiphanies aside: what I love about their relationship is that it’s never dependent on standard expectations. It’s not about him being fit/commanding. It’s not about her being conventionally attractive. Neither of them has to perform for the other. He doesn’t have to go to the gym. She can continue to cut her hair with nail scissors. In this instance, he can wander around in a towel and make remarks on a case file while she sits around in an oversized jumper and ancient anorak. I love them. -- source link
#friday thoughts#inspector lynley#sharon small#nathaniel parker#barbara havers