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OMITB + Screenshots of Despair
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petersthree · 14 days
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Spotify Playlist Series: ↳ Only Murders in the Building Arconia playlist (2/?): Songs for the Arconia residents to solve (or cause) murders to (song) @lgbtqcreators bingo: typography (x, x, x)
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phantomstatistician · 11 months
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Fandom: Only Murders in the Building
Sample Size: 104 stories
Source: AO3
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nicheofmyown · 7 months
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Hey! Quick thing for "Only Murders" fans.
How did y'all find out about the show?
Cause I stumbled on it when I was binging forensic files at the time.
Also. Have some cute pictures of the trio just because.
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xfilesinamajor · 7 months
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I have to hand it to Only Murders in the Building...for a goofy comedy-mystery show, they are really, REALLY good at making you sad about the death of the murder victim. They were all flawed, but I am genuinely heartbroken over what happened to Tim, Bunny, and Ben.
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bookwormchocaholic · 7 months
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bttf-dork · 8 months
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Been rewatching Only Murders in the Building recently
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harrietmjones · 2 months
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It’s not a big thing but still I’m surprised that, though The Hardy Boys are meant to be around the same age, in reality, the age gap between the oldest and the youngest of the cast members, is 12 years.
They look similar in age, hence the surprise.
Selena Gomez (Mabel Mora) - 1992
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Julian Cihi (Tim Kono) - 1987
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Aaron Dominguez (Oscar Torres) - 1994
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Olivia Reis (Zoe Cassidy) - 1999
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And not part of the group but is meant to be the same age.
James Caverly (Theo Dimas) - 1989
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navstuffs · 2 years
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is it just me or mabel has more chemistry with people she isn't intended to stay with (theo/tim) than her romantic pairs (alice/oscar)????
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dramaticallychill · 2 years
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what is it with only murders in the building and making their characters loveable after they die??
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girlthatlikestotalk · 2 years
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me every omitb season: oh great which dead character are they going to make me love now
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OMITB + The Onion (I)
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saitamasgreencactus · 2 years
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Everytime I see Jan I get so mad 'cause she murdered Tim. Bitch, you killed off the best character... and I'm sure as hell will also detest Bunny's murderer 'cause the hell, why does this series kill off characters I end up loving so much?
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potterandpromises · 11 months
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secrets i have held in my heart
I was thinking about Tim and Theo, about loneliness, shared secrets, and how circumstantial obsession is still obsession, and this one shot just demanded to be written.
In which Tim Kono almost gets murdered. Also on AO3.
Theo can’t remember when he got his first crappy set of binoculars— a birthday, maybe, 15 or 20 years ago. Occasionally, he would take them out of their drawstring bag and press them against the window.
(His dad had scolded him over it, told him to at least keep the blinds closed if he was going to be a Peeping Tom. It hadn’t been like that, but Theo couldn’t explain what it had been like.)
Guilt over his advanced people watching curved over the years. At first, it hadn’t occurred to him as being wrong. Then, as a teenager, it became a guilty pleasure, like romance novels. It had been, simultaneously, a thrill and a comfort to stand by the window and watch, never knowing what small part of his neighbors’ lives he might glimpse.
He’d almost lost interest by the time he met Zoe, although he’d stopped feeling bad about it when he started work at the funeral home. But she’d resparked something in him. He upgraded his binoculars and searched for her with her ‘Hardy Boys,’ always in apartments that didn’t belong to them.
After she died, whenever he was home alone, he’d park himself by the window and try to find Tim Kono.
(Tim spotted him at least once. His eyes grew wide and he hit the floor as if the binoculars were a sniper rifle.)
Some people smoked cigarettes. Theo’d used his binoculars to cope.
It was like when he slipped a wedding ring off an old woman’s finger, or pried out her gold teeth. What they don’t know can’t hurt them, his dad said.
(What they don’t know can’t hurt them, he’d think, and see Oscar’s face.)
Theo’s own apartment overlooks the street. People watching doesn’t have the same appeal. Really, he’s about dropped the habit. But his dad texts to say he’ll be late. So, he’ll just take a quick look, just for something to do.
Tim’s at the window, tense, but that doesn’t exactly signal anything. The man’s been on edge for a decade.
(What they don’t know can’t hurt them.)
Tim stumbles, pulls himself back upright. Maybe he’s having an asthma attack? No, Theo’s seen his asthma attacks. This isn’t that.
Tim gazes out the window, unseeing.
Fearful.
It’s unmistakable.
(Theo would know.)
It’s a panic attack. It’s his asthma after all. He’s dying; suffocating? Theo holds his breath.
Tim stumbles forward, goes down.
He doesn’t get back up.
Theo turns around, tells himself it could be nothing, just lightheadedness. He retrieves the toolbox, quickly. The average person can survive four minutes without oxygen before brain death begins.
He slams his door shut, hesitates for a split second, slips through the splitting elevator mouth. He pulls out his phone, pulls up 911, types out Tim’s address, nothing else.
How many seconds?
The elevator doors open. Lester, with the luggage cart, rises his hand in greeting. Theo grabs his arm and tugs. He waves his phone in his face, gestures for him to follow.
Theo never has a reason to be on this floor. He knows the way by heart.
(His dad is going to kill him for this.)
He’ll tell people he was birdwatching. He’ll tell people he taught himself to pick locks as a hubby.
They round the corner. He doesn’t have to pick the lock, a blond woman— Tim’s girlfriend— slips into his apartment.
Yesterday, Tim almost got murdered.
And it wasn’t because of the Dimases or his sketchy loans or because he’d pissed off his boss. That’s not why he’s laying in a hospital bed.
He’d gotten lonely and slept with the wrong person.
She might be a serial killer, he was told. They think there were others. Her boyfriends, her exes, people kept dying all around her.
But today he’ll go home, to his financial problems and his internet slouthing. He might have to testify, someday, but otherwise…
His relief at being alive, his weird false lightness, drops into dread at the sight of Theo Dimas striding down the hallway, disheveled and pissed off, a cheep purple bouquet in the crook of his arm.
Tim pulls himself up, nearly yanks out his IV.
When he’d regained lucidity, covered in charcoal and his own vomit, Tim cried for the first time in a decade. He asked the nurse why he wasn’t dead. She informed him he’d been poisoned and a woman was in police custody— she’d been in his apartment with a gun, but the doorman and one of his neighbors broke in. They saved his life.
Theo with his binoculars, his creepy ability to almost never be noticed.
Theo, outside the glass door to his hospital room.
He points to his ear and shakes his head, an awkward smile slapped across his face.
The police officer doesn’t even ask for Tim’s permission, he just lets Theo in.
What the hell?
“What do you want from me,” Tim crocks out, but Theo just drops the flowers unceremoniously on the countertop by the sink. Tim doesn’t repeat himself.
Theo stands by the end of Tim’s bed, reaches for something in his back pocket.
Tim stiffens despite himself. The Dimases aren’t stupid… and he’s still alive.
Theo holds out a small notepad, a message already scrawled.
Does this make us even?
Tim blinks. Did he think it would? Is that why…? Tim can make his part in all this— not right, Oscar will never get that time back— but he can make it a little more okay. He’s fitting the pieces in place to make sure the right men pay. Theo—
Theo shoves the notepad back into his pocket, waits for an answer. He’s agitated, like he hasn’t slept.
He should just nod, Tim knows, imply he’ll stop hunting for the threads that will unravel the comfortable, safe life the Dimases have build for themselves.
But Tim’s only ever told one lie.
“Why am I still alive?”
Theo’s eyes dart to his lips. He waits. They both wait. Theo shifts from one foot to the other. Tim doesn’t think he got the question.
Tim doesn’t repeat himself.
A tense set to his jaw, to his whole body, Theo turns and leaves.
Tim gets out of bed, pulls his gown closed, and dumps the grocery store flowers into the trash. It’s partly because of who brought them, and partly because of the pollen.
Once, he’d considered what life would have been like if Theo had joined the Hardy Boys. He’d concluded that Zoe would still be dead, and had wished, stupidly, with everything inside him, that her and Theo had never met. He’d wished Teddy’s father had been shot dead before he had a chance to reproduce. Now though, he’d give up all those unstained memories from when it was just him and Mabel for a chance to understand the man walking down the hospital corridor away from him.
Down the hallway, the elevator doors open. Theo nearly knocks shoulders with Mabel Mora.
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sexybeee · 1 year
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Only Murders in the Building is the best show ever!!!! I finished season 2 like four days ago (i watched it w/ my sister) and i rebinged season 1 in these past 2 days. There are just so many things I love about that show. Here comes the rant.
Like, in season 1, I love how we really get to know the characters. We not only learn who they are and basic info, we go sort of deep into their backstory while being able to remain perfectly in the present. With Oliver, we learned about his many, many, failed performances, his bad relationship with his son, his constant need for money, his relationship with Bunny, and the love he holds for Winnie. We learn about his failures and his mistakes and how he tries to make up for them. I also love how we see his past as a director really be incorporated in the podcast.
With Mabel, we learn about Zoe, Oscar, and Tim. Lemme tell you, I so need a spinoff mockumentary about those four because they were really well written imo. We get to see her mom, we dive into her relationship with Oscar, and how she was connected to Tim Kono. We see her past rise up as she solves the case.
With Charles, it's mostly Jan. Yet, I love how there's the scene where his neighbor is like "I can smell your omelets; they remind me of Lucy". And when Charles fesses up to Jan about his past dating life, it's so real. And the cartoon images that he sees are such a great way to incorporate his past without trying to force it.
Most importantly, I love how the characters' pasts aren't revealed in one overly dramatic scene. Yes, we may see a lot of someone's past in an episode, but later on more is revealed and explained really well. The writers aren't trying to make the characters be like "im sorry for lashing out at you yesterday, it's just that my mom died 20 years ago and blah blah blah". Like Katara in all of ATLA. Instead, we see the past spread out in a really well balanced way. Mabel's connections with Tim and Zoe are really naturally brought out. And so is Oliver's with Will and the faint glimpses of Charles' with Lucy. (Also, I really love how he makes the omelets for Lucy everyday) Everything is so naturally brought it out in OMITB, it's truly one of the best shows ever written/directed. Huge props to Steve Martin and John Hoffman.
Now, onto season 2. (Warning: SPOILERS)
The finale was so epic. I totally believed Alice mvrd3r3d Bunny and that she stabbed Charles. I was literally in tears for the whole scene. It was a really well written plot, because I didn't expect anything that happened. And, the backstories were expanded even more.
Also, season 2 seemed to be more centered on Mabel, but I love how it still majorly included Oliver and Charles. We dive deep into why Mabel forgets every dramatic thing that happens in her life, and why she flips over the puzzle. I really love her relationship with Alice. It's a strangers to friends to lovers relationship with so many ups and downs. I love how they managed to work together in the end, though. And I love how really go deeper into Will and Oliver's relationship. The whole DNA tests and the "tells" is so well written. I really love Oliver's involvement with the Son of Sam game. Finally, there's Charles and Lucy. I love how Lucy perfectly tied into the whole story. Her being there wasn't really forced or anything. I also love her relationship with Charles. It's really really reminding me of my relationship with my grandpa- especially because they both look alike.
I just really really love OMITB and I'm super excited for season 3 to come out! I even have some predictions. Like, Charles is gonna be blamed for Ben's sudden death like Mabel was framed for Bunny's demise. It makes sense because Charles was the last person to see Ben alive just like Mabel w/ Bunny. IDK, it's just a feeling. I'm hoping we get to see what Charles was upset about, too. He was mad, and if he and Ben were fighting a lot, then he could get accused like Oscar was. I'm also hoping Charles gets another almost fatal injury, like in previous seasons, because (and ik it sounds weird), Steve Martin always makes it really suspenseful and hilarious.
IN SUMMARY, GO WATCH OMITB IF YOU HAVEN'T YET
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Today’s Autistic character of the day is:
Tim Kono from Only Murders in the Building
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