#Danvich

[romans-art]

"Für mich gibt es auf dieser Welt nur eine Mrs. de Winter."

[cementbeverage]

Was wird aus uns, wenn man ihn hängt? By @jon-withnoh lives in my head rent free. And now I can’t stop drawing them.

[igelmanz]

Angry Danny? ANGRY DANNY!!!

[txciaz]

i can't stop thinking about them.....

[whycantwegivellove]

Day 16 of @gelphiefemslashfeb: Crossover

in which Elphaba isn't the only one who gets a makeover

[notinmyvocab]

[callmekamel]

from "just look don't touch" employer to "omnhomnhomnhomnhom" employer

[booplesnotts-art]

And then they kissed

Redrawing of this one picture I discovered a while back that’s been sitting in my camera roll since because I was talking about it with mutuals on instagram and the lesbian urges took over me

[past-misfortunes]

[aliesafenlock]

A Chicago-inspired "Rebecca Alternate Ending" video by Kara Lane and Lauren Jones!

"We've been sent so much fanfic from all over the world, and we've loved every single alternate ending! We thought we'd create our own. Chicago the play was first performed on Broadway in 1926, the same year Rebecca is set... Maybe that's where the similarities end... or maybe not!"

[likealifelessthing]

if anyone posts about any version of Rebecca (the novel, the Hitchcock film, the musical - even the 2020 adaptation), please like or reblog!

especially if you ship danvich or danbecca - i'm seeking my people

[romans-art]

“Is that all you want me to do?” she said. “Kiss you? Come now, Mrs. de Winter, you could have found me down some deserted corridor for that.” 

from 'ganz besonders' by @neednottoneed

[cementbeverage]

Heavily inspired by this. Because I saw it and thought of them immediately.

[igelmanz]

I have SO MUCH to say about them

[gwouinaelle]

Drawing inspired by the fic of @aliesafenlock "Her Heart is Fit for Home"!!

I love this fic so much and who doesn't need a bit of Susan!Danny in their life? And here's a close up because I'm kinda proud of their expressions:

The snippet that got me:

“Do you dance, Mrs. Danvers?”

Her reverie broken, the housekeeper scoffed at the unexpected question. “Who would want to dance with a withered-up old woman like me?”

“First of all, you are neither old nor withered,�� Mrs. de Winter countered. “And secondly, I would! Very much,” she added with a smile.

“Madam.” Mrs. Danvers was taken aback. “Surely you’ve got better things to do with your time.”

“If my memory serves, I did not get to dance at the ball,” the young woman pointed out reasonably, “so you owe me at least one dance, Mrs. Danvers.”

I can't be seriously considering this, the housekeeper thought as she prepared a polite refusal, but her voice caught in her throat as she took in Mrs. de Winter looking at her expectantly. Her eyes were sparkling with hope, her hand extended in a silent invitation, and Mrs. Danvers felt her resolve evaporate. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing Mrs. de Winter today as she had done in the past.

“All right then,” she allowed softly. “Perhaps just this once.”

Mrs. Danvers took the young woman’s outstretched hand with some trepidation, expecting it to feel awkward and ungainly. She became acutely aware of how comfortably their bodies fit together as her free hand rested on Mrs. de Winter’s waist. Mrs. Danvers led instinctively and was relieved to find she still knew her way around a slow dance. Her initial reluctance gave way to a quiet joy as she watched her companion’s eyes gleam with delight. With every step they held each other a little closer, and the housekeeper began feeling light-headed.

The record wound down and their movements slowed, then finally stopped. They stood quietly in a gentle embrace, neither of them willing to break the spell and lose their closeness. In the silence, the air between them became charged with expectation. Mrs. de Winter lifted her eyes to study her companion’s face, finding it transformed from its rigid, severe beauty to looking achingly vulnerable. The young woman was suddenly overcome with a wave of affection so intense, she had to reach out and place her palm against Mrs. Danvers’ cheek.

[marascomics]

Reading Danvich fanfiction nobody talk to me