#Steve Woodall

[absolute-manwhore]

missing her always

[what-the-bally-hell]

RAHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. MY FAVE LOCAL LESBIANS

link to it on tt

[isombaird]

lesbianism so bad it has me hyperfixating on a couple from a comedy sketch show where both characters are played by men in wigs and their attraction to each other is implied in one (1) scene and the scene is not even in the show itself but in the non canon spin off film. anyway

[cos-mic-1vie]

Pauline and Bernice have become one of my favorite ships. I think I'm going to draw them more...

[autumnraine1996]

Bernice and Pauline moment from the league of gentlemen apocalypse digital art

[hitreasures]

Pauline x Bernice 🙏🏻🖋️

They should’ve been endgame and I will die on that hill!!!

my first ever edit posted on tiktok {localgirleh} ages ago so thought i’d share it here

[donotbelasagne]

I have spent a normal amount of time looking at this and have concluded that this is a normal adult man looking at his normal adult friend

....

[nahokura]

THE LESBIAN AND THE REVERENT EPISODE WHEN TO BE HONEST???

[moomin279]

everyone knows that bernice is the real hot priest

[amalthea9]

Maaaarrkkk 😍😍🥰🥰🥰

[stripesarein]

Double Take (i've posted this to a discord server)

[This takes place during TLOG Apoc BUT this includes everyones fav theatre company]

DOUBLE TAKE.

Rain. What a rainy and shite day. This was usually the normal weather for the town of Royston Vasey.  But this would all change, or will it? We begin in the Chapel of Royston Vasey, where we are joining Reverend Bernice Woodall, who is not really committed to her religion, despite being a vicar. In the catacombs of the church, hid the theatre education company, formally known as Legz Akimbo.

Behind a locked door was the portal to the present day, which would have been in London where the League's office was where they were typing up other projects. Back to the catacombs, the boys from Legz Akimbo were curious as to what was going on. Everything wasn't how it was when they first came to Royston Vasey. When the troupe finally came out from the bewitched catacombs into the present day, something was odd. Too odd..

First thing’s first, Bessie, Legz Akimbo’s van (and Ollie’s pride and joy) had gone. “What’s happened to Bessie?” exclaimed the founding member, Ollie. No one answered.  “Er, guys, look over there.” Dave, the last member of L.A.T.C said pointing to something very, very odd indeed. He had been pointing to what had been St Mark’s School, where they did Ollie’s (most likely) hated play of all, ‘Everybody Out’. The school was in fact boarded up. God knows why. As time passed, Ollie, Phil and Dave had been walking for what seemed ages, but managed to get to the heart of England. What was that, I hear you cry? Well, they had made their way to London.

However being from the area themselves, they didn’t recognise anything at all. “Phil? Dave? What d’you think happened?” The lead thespian asked. In short, the answer was a shrug from Proctor and a “I don’t know, maybe we passed through a portal or summat” from Parkes. Now walking through the streets of London, and attempting to get their bearings, they passed what would look like an office block.

They all looked up in unison. “Bloody hell.” exclaimed Parkes. The windows of one of the office’s had been open for ventilation to let air in. 

There was some chatter in the distance which had eventually began to get louder. Oh dear. Oh no. The actors that played Phil Proctor, Ollie Plimsolls and Dave Parkes had made their way out of the office building. Naturally, the gang (Legz Akimbo) had hidden behind something big. A tree? No. Possibly a van. Maybe.

Anyway, they had finally semi-successfully hidden from Mark Gatiss, Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton. The League had walked past where Legz was. Thinking that the coast was clear, Ollie walked out from behind the random van that the three of them hid behind. “Come on.” the thespian hissed to the other members of his theatre company. 

The short 5 '7 man thought he heard something. He stopped and then turned to see the big lensed thespian of Legz Akimbo. Reece thought he recognised who it was. A polite “hello” was exchanged between the two, as Reece walked on. Shearsmith, now being very, very fucking confused, thought he was having a very weird daydream back to when The League Of Gentlemen first brought in the sketch ‘Go To Joan Glover’ on the radio and on TV. 

Nonetheless, he thought that someone was dressing like the character or something. “Reece!?” Mark exclaimed as he tried to get his friend’s attention back. “Reece? What are you..” Gatiss looked at Reece then at Ollie. “I thought, we- Oh no. Not now, not again.” Gatiss looked to his right, Phil walked over towards him. “So I guess this is a sort of creator meets the character?” he chuckled slightly. 

Ollie has now met Reece and now Mark has met Phil. Where was Steve? “Hang on, where’s the lad that plays me?!” Dave asked both Reece and Mark. Well, Pemberton was actually standing behind Mark. The shock had got to him so much that he ended up hiding. 

[tlogblog]

Reece and Steve as Bernice and Pauline - behind the scenes of The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

I’m obsessed with seeing Reece being transformed into Bernice. He looks so good😍

From A Gentleman’s Diary by Steve Pemberton

[cameronmitchelljohn]

OH MY GOSHHH LOOK AT THEM !!!!!

girls who r weird and off-putting 😍

[outtamyleague1490]

[hitreasures]

Loving Red Devils

Summary: What happens when the local Reverend and the local beautician, both have a common problem that they try to solve together?

Notes: Before we begin, this is my first fic ever. I’m also very aware this is a very niche ship. And to be quite honest, I don’t even think I ship them -I am a Biblepens/Levinshull truther.

This all came about thanks to the lovely Lucy, who mentioned MONTHS ago about Pauline, Bernice AND Judee and the image has never left me. Initially I tried writing just Bernice and Judee, but then it developed into something completely different and now here we are.

So please enjoy two local idiots, pinning over their local redheads.