#aneurin Barnard imagine

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Finn Wolfhard…

(My fanart, I’ve made about three changes to it, hope it’s still good!) (HELL OF A SUMMER 2025)

Older Boreo (In my opinion, “why didn’t they kiss?” their lips were just a few inches apart…. “Boris, take the freaking opportunity, it was right there in front of you!” 😭)

(Hear me out, Boreo with this song? Gold 👌🏼✨)

[hollenka99]

I think it would be very funny if Roger ap Gwilliam was born when Ruby unleashed him. I don't think it's said which year specifically they land in but since Ruby could pay on her phone, I'm going to put it in the past 5 years if it's not 2024.

So you have this man in his early-to-mid 20s, saying shit about wanting nuclear control, and somehow he wins. He probably has much older opponents who are either middle aged like Ruby or older, something that theoretically indicates wisdom and sense, while this fresh faced Welshman acts like a living John Mulaney 'eggs and bottle rockets' sketch.

First Prime Minister to be appointed in his 20s in over 250 years (only other person in our history actually because Pitt the Younger is currently the only 20-something PM) and may even beat that record if he was born in 2023 or 2024. Possibly the last PM too if his plan went ahead.

All because people saw him and said "Sure, let's give this young man his bombs despite the fact he left school only a few years ago."

[lordbettany]

𝓐𝓷𝓮𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭 - 𝓟𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 - II

Upon boarding the ship, you are shown into a small private chamber, where you stay until the tiny window no longer invites sunrays into the swaying room, giving you ample time to overcome the shock, cry your eyes out, and then assess the situation and prepare yourself for all kinds of outcomes. Finally, the door unlocks and opens slowly, letting in a young boy with a silver tray full of food. He puts the tray on the wooden table, nailed to the wall, and timidly approaches you to let you out of your restraints. You do not show any outright hostility to the child, and, as calmly as you can manage, ask to speak with Mr. Boucan. The boy tells you that he does not know who you are talking about, but once you give the description of the villain, he runs out and returns quickly, saying, "The Captain will come and see you, m'lady." After you spend what seems to be an eternity, you sit down to eat the food that was set on the table. As you hungrily shove down the beef, cheese, and bread with your hands, for your captors very wisely forgot to provide you with cutlery, Mr. Boucan comes inside the room with a jug of wine and two cups. He sits across from you and, eyeing your stained hands and mouth, reintroduces himself as the infamous pirate, Captain Cael, a name that freezes your blood—a name that you've heard from your uncle many times before. The man bends over the table with an incidious smile and asks, "Now, how much do you reckon your dear papa would pay for your return?"

thanks @aneurinallday for the inspiration! <33

[lordbettany]

@ Aneurin, baby, I want you to know that you've always been my choice of Count Vronsky (even though you lack the hairy chest)

Aneurin Barnard as Boris Drubetskoy in War & Peace (x6)

[just-some-random-blogger]

Can i request some cregan, like reader having her first time with him?

A/N: i know you said *HAVING her first time, but im not in a smut mood. I AM IN A CREGAN MOOD THO. this has been holed up here for a while now, so anon, if ur reading this, sorry no smut but I hope you like fluff. edit: the fic died and now im sad so the fic is sad pls i hate hormones

Frosty Lips

As a girl, you never imagined you would one day be wed to the to the Warden of the North. As a grown woman, you can't imagine ever being in the arms of another.

Cregan Stark x Reader | 500> | cw: fem!reader, fluff, smitten!Cregan, domestic life, typos, etc.

Tagging: @aneurins-barnard because her gif is LICHRALY the reason why I wanna write at all EVERYONE SAY thank you eli. also @arabellasleopardcoat HI!!!! LOOK ITS CREGAN!

Cregan rubs your bare shoulder and kisses the spot that connects to your collar. He rubs your arm, adjusting the blanket on you.

It was late, and he knew it. From the way the sun shone from out the window, he figured it was possibly noonday already.

He slowly pulls away from you and for the fourth time, you pull him back into your chest, groaning in disapproval.

He sighs.

You rub your cool hands down his bare back and he rubs his nose into your neck as a response, mumbling, "we must wake, my heart."

He feels your head shake. A sighs yet again, though devoid of any actual frustration; his eyes were brimming with endearment and amusement as he watches you pretend to sleep.

He speaks your name, meaning to sound vaguely threatening.

You frown and crawl atop him, "no."

"Gods be good," he mutters, clenching his teeth as you kiss his jaw. It was a losing battle, there was no way he was going to push you off, not when you were so warm and wanting.

"Must we rouse?" you mutter, "aren't I owed more time with my lord?"

Cregan's breath hitches.

You snake your arms around him, "we've just had our wedding night."

"Aye," he strokes your hair, "and I want for nothing more than to stay in your arms."

"..."

"..."

"... but?"

Cregan grunts, "but..." he rubs your back, "Winterfell will not stand without its ward."

You lift your head up.

The pouty frown you give him pokes a hole into his heart. It was not just a showy frown to get him to stay a little longer, you looked troubled. He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, "what's wrong?"

Taken off-guard by his question, you mask your expression with a pantomime of your original pout, "the ward of Winterfell does not warm my bed..." you nuzzle your face into his neck, "my husband does."

Cregan sighs as he clutches your head. He murmurs against a kiss on your hairline, "if you are worried the ward of Winterfell would forget about his wife, you are sorely mistaken."

A beat passes.

He rubs your shoulder as you draw aimless shapes on his skin.

"And what if the Lady of Winterfell does not do her duties well?"

He shifts to see your face.

"What if she makes a mess of everything she wishes to help with?"

Your glassy eyes make his brows furrow. He takes your hand and kisses it, "then I would be glad to have a lady who wishes to help me at all."

Your lip wobbles.

"And I would stop gifting her sweeties because she no longer deserve them."

You snort and slap his chest.

He smiles, glad the jest wipes the rueful look upon your face. He kisses the top of your head, "come, my bride. Let us make a mess of things together."

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape fancast faceclaims

The first and oldest Louis Garrel

(This gif just makes it reek of our precious depressed and sarcastic bat)

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Adam Driver

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Tom Hiddleston

(This is how i imagine him when he's an adult)

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Finn Wolfhard

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Aneurin Barnard

(Must I explain myself at this point?)

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The classic Adrien Brody

(I can see it, but he is also what I imagine Tobias to look like)

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Tom Sturridge

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Kento Yamazaki

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Lee Dong Wook

(I shouldn't have to explain myself at this point)

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Aiden Gallagher

(Seriously?! Must I explain myself?)

Seriously? must i explain myself?

LOOK AT ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL MEN AND TELL ME THEY DON'T HAVE THE AURA OF SEVERUS SNAPE!!!!! ALL THESE MEN HAVE THE SARCASTIC, DEPRESSED, GENIUS, DONE WITH LIFE AURA AND YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE

I also think Gabriel Marques, Simone Baldasseroni, and Tamino Amir also fit

But otherwise enjoy

[lord-aldhelm]

Smut Alphabet

Oh my lord... so @holy3cake sent this to me to fill out for Aldhelm and I am rolling rn because like... Aldhelm is so pure and innocent and I just cannot.. you guys...

I CANNOT 🫣

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OK let's see what this is all about here...

A- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): I imagine he likes to cuddle and snuggle

B - Body part (What's his favorite body part on himself? His partner?) Um... idk... I don't get the impression that he has a 'favorite' body part for himself... for his partner, I guess the eyes? Gazing lovingly into their eyes.

C - Cum - (basically, anything to do with cum) What the fuck even is this??? 🤨

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory. what's their dirty secret?) Doing shady shit for Aethelred before he wised up and decided to stop...

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)  Like... none...? my man's definitely a virgin ok (at least until I get to him...) (*runs away*)

F - Favorite Position : uh... idk regular?

G - Goofy (are they goofy in the moment, or more intimate?) He does not strike me as a goofy person, so intimate

H - Hair (How groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?) Oh my god this question... holy crap. He is very well groomed and takes care of his hygiene in general.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?) Very intimate and takes thorough care of his lover

J - Jack off (how often do they masturbate?) 😠 for real...

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks): Uh... I honestly don't think he has any. Devotion? Uh... letting the woman take the lead? I guess..

L - Location  Bedroom, I guess? I would assume he would want privacy

M - Motivation (what makes them want to do the deed?)  Because he is in love and wants to be intimate with that person?

N - No (something they won’t do, turn-offs)  I imagine a lot of things....

O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, skill etc) I don't think he cares as long as he is with the person he loves

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?) slow and sensual

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc). not really?

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?) probably not

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's in his 30's so I imagine just like... he can go for a while but needs a break, ok

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?) uh.. nope

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) maybe a bit?

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc) LMAO!!! oh lord have mercy...

W - Wildcard (random headcanon for the character) no clue

X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) oh my god what the hell... no 🙈

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) OK I feel like yearning and sex drive are two completely separate things here... he is a maximum yearner but I don't feel like he has a really high sex drive

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?) LMAO like most men probably not too long after

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ok this was awkward as hell, thanks Holly. I feel like Aldhelm is giving me a judgemental side eye right now... 😒

idk does anyone else want to do this???

@gemini-mama @thelettersfromnoone @thenameswinter99 @synintheraven @kingslionheart

@bagheerita @solinarimoon @errruvande @paula-in-dreamland @aneurins-barnard

@waterfallsilverberrywrites @whitedarkmoonflower @bilbotargaryen @lady-wyrd

@grinningkatz @ladyinred2248 @hikaruchen @st-eve-barnes @alexagirlie

[minetteskvareninova]

HE'S PERFECT

the world would be a better place if Aneurin Barnard got to play Napoleon

[you-get-me-closer-to-god]

Just for funsies this is from my fancast board on Pinterest. The minute I saw this man I said… Nikki my beloved is that you…. Aneurin Barnard as Nicholas De Lenfant

I don’t know about y’all but he is EXACTLY how I imagined Nicholas. He has a kind of cynical air about him that I always associated Nikki with, but also a sweet disposition. I’m just- ugh I’m obsessed.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Get to know your mutuals!

I was tagged something like in the previous century by lovely @paula-in-dreamland Thank you so much for tagging me and I'm so sorry it took so long to respond

What's the origin of your blog title? It is still my first and only blog title and honestly it doesn'tmean anything particular. I just started to type something in the field as I was prompted to create my name and then added words that came to my mind until it finally said that this name isn't taken. And I'm very happy of the outcome. 😅It's sometimes the way I write fics as well – just start typing what comes into my mind and then at some point it starts making sense 🤣

OTP(s) + Shipname: I'm not much of a shipper apart from shipping myself with my only true fictional husband Sihtric 😍

Favorite colour: Red, dark wine red or simply red

Favorite game: 😅 Oh this is a good one. I don't play video games but I love playing board games with real people and one of my absolute favourites is :

It's a world dominion strategy game. Try it out - it's gorgeous!

Song stuck in your head: right now Disease. Lady Gaga. Just heard in on the radio and can't get it out of my head.

Weirdest habit/trait? Being here in Tumblr? Writing filthy smut and angst stories? Is it weird? I love it!

Hobbies: At the moment surely writing.

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a boss over a bunch of people. Is being a manager a profession? I'm actually a lawyer turned into translator turned into manager... I don't really have a profession... don't know what the future will bring

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? I like my job, the same as I loved all my previous jobs. I like change, so I might go for something else in some time but I have no idea what for.

Something you're good at: I would like to think I was a good translator, I feel it very easy to learn languages and I think I'm good taking care of people as this is what managers a supposed to do in my opinion - take care of people entrusted to them.

Something you're bad at: organising my everyday life 😅

Something you love: my family and my cat, my friends – irl and online ones

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: wow – about raising childred bilingual or in my case trilingual

Something you hate: having not enough time for everything I want to do

Something you collect: nothing

Something you forget: so many things 😂 you can't even imagine...

What's your love language? Food

Favorite movie/show: The Last Kingdom is still the one and only absolute favourite. I enjoy The Wheel of Time extremely as I generally love this type of fantasy but my heart remains captured by TLK.

Favorite food: There are too many.

Favorite animal: Cat

What were you like as a child? Who remembers that? Very responsible, serious, complete book worm.

Favourite subject at school? Languages, literature, math, history

Least favourite subject: Art

What's your best character trait? I can listen

What's your worst character trait? I can be very direct and sometimes people take it as rude.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would do more sports, I need to do more sports, I will do more sports... you'll see

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Oh, the ancient Egyptians, and Maya, and that lost civilation in India from where the indoeuropean languages have their roots from, that supposedly spoke sanscrit as a normal every day laguage...

No pressure tags:

@leftoverp1zza @gemini-mama @alexagirlie @thenameswinter99 @aneurins-barnard or anybody else who would love to participate

[squarerice]

this is random but i'm reminded of it bc of the mini tumblr 2025 goldfinch renaissance. it has to do w my fancast for the characters. so i first read the book late 2022 when i was staying w my dad and showing him the german netflix shows dark (2017) and 1899 (2022). (this is relevant, i promise.) he doesn't otherwise have netflix so these shows were a treat for him.

anyway, so i'm reading the goldfinch. first time, knew very little, vaguely recognized donna tartt's name from the secret history being popular on tumblr mid-late 2010s (why i picked TGF from the library in the first place, TSH wasn't there lol) but still knew very little. enter character named boris. no idea he was going to show up/exist. now obviously i think of the character named boris from dark, the tv show i had JUST finished (re)watching for like the 6th time. so béla gabor lenz was my boris faceclaim/fancast.

and the tv show i was CURRENTLY (re)watching was 1899. so i imagined isaak dentler as hobie (gruff bearded older man, though in hindsight dentler is a little too young).

i go through all of the vegas arc not really imagining any of the characters' faces clearly except these two. then theo goes back to NY, i get really depressed and annoyed and want to dnf, and i look up the name of the book to see if there's something online that will push me to continue bc the BEST character/section of the book is over.

enter the goldfinch (2019), starring aneurin barnard as adult boris. and i just-- excuse me???? ONE OF THE THREE LEADS OF THE TV SHOW I WAS CURRENTLY WATCHING, WAS ONE OF THE LEADS IN THE FILM ADAPTATION OF THE BOOK I WAS CURRENTLY READING, WHEREIN I HAD ALREADY PICTURED ACTORS WHO'D WORKED ON THESE SHOWS WITH THESE SHOWRUNNERS???? it was wild. unreal. anyway, that pushed me to keep reading bc i knew boris would come back into the narrative.

then a couple months later i was rereading vegas section snippets and got to this part where boris is explaining his name.

and i look up boris badenov from rocky & bullwinkle and prince boris drubetskoy from war and peace to visualize the joke. and i'm hit smackdab with THIS MAN'S FACE. AGAIN.

anyway, as far as the goldfinch (2019) goes, the movie as a whole is awful. aneurin barnard as adult boris was great, oakes fegley as young theo was alright, ansel elgort as adult theo was ew-ew-ew, and finn wolfhard as young boris was just.... who tf decided to do that....

jeffrey wright as hobie was so good he replaced my mental image of dentler and nicole kidman-- who is that? i don't know her. i actually like luke wilson as larry (the anti-type cast, since he usually plays bumbling good guys) and sarah paulson as xandra is... unexpected but her performance was good with the material she had.

so now when i reread, young theo is oakes, young boris is still bela, adult theo is [static], adult boris is aneurin (kind of, i mean adult boris is still bela but aneurin is also there in spirit. it's complicated), and hobie is jeffrey. no one else really matters as much as far as imagining faces.

even though bela is still what my boris "looks like," aneurin as a performer will always hold a special place as boris for me bc he was in 1899 alongside my original "hobie" (isaak), HE WAS BORIS IN THE GOLDFINCH MOVIE, and he was boris in the bbc adaptation of war and peace. and he understands the character better than john crowley ever will. thank you and goodnight.

[lordbettany]

“Did she cook for you? What was your favourite thing she cooked?”

Listen, I love Alec, but this girlie needs to read the room 👀

Green Eyes

Chapter 24: Three Years Later

“Daddy!” Clara ran across the gravel driveway of Arrow House and jumped into Thomas’s waiting arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I was wondering where you were,” Thomas said, returning the kiss, “It’s getting late, darling. You know you’re supposed to stay inside when it’s late, don’t you?”

“I know, but Daddy wanted to go for a walk.”

“Oh yeah?” Thomas glanced up at the slowly approaching figure.

Alec was walking behind his daughter, his head down. He only looked up for a brief moment before averting his gaze to the gravel once more, subdued. The evening sky was darkening behind him, but he seemed to be in no rush to get indoors.

“Did you have a good time?” Thomas said, turning his attention back to the child.

“Mhm. I brushed Queen Boudicea’s hair! Well, Daddy brushed it, but I helped him.”

“You didn’t ride on her, did you?”

“No, Daddy wouldn’t let me. He let me sit on her back, though.”

“Good, you’re not big enough to ride her yet.” Thomas made a show of checking his pocket-watch, as if he hadn’t been checking it every few minutes for the past hour, “Oh, look! It’s nearly suppertime. Go inside and get changed. Don’t forget to wash your hands.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Clara scampered away from him and into the house. She was five years old now, and her pale blonde hair had darkened to a deep gold, like wheat in the field. It was difficult not to see her resemblance to Cobb, but Thomas never remarked upon it. He was certain that Alec could see the similarities too, but bringing attention to them served no purpose - Cobb was nothing but a bad memory, and he deserved to stay that way.

“Something wrong?” said Thomas as Alec finally drew level with him.

“No, nothing.”

“You’d tell me if there was, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course.”

They walked side-by-side towards the house.

It had been three years since Thomas had thrown them out in the cold, only to take them back in his arms out of guilt. Three years since he’d rescued Alec from the Arcadia, and saved Clara from an orphanage - reuniting heartbroken father with lost daughter - and promised never to abandon them again. The damage could never be undone, but it was a promise he’d managed to keep. So far, at least.

“You kept her out late again,” Thomas remarked.

“Sorry. I lost track of time.”

“I don’t mind it, as long as you tell me first. If something happened to the pair of you and I didn’t know where you were…”

“Mister Shelby, it’s fine. You don’t need to know every little thing that goes on.”

“I know. But it’s a big estate, and if you got into trouble - ”

“Please, let’s not start this again.”

“...Alright.”

They passed through the front door, which Thomas closed quickly behind them, shutting out the evening chill.

In the hallway hung a large, framed painting of their little family: Thomas regarding the viewer with a cool blue gaze, Alec smiling softly, and Clara sitting happily in her father’s lap. Whenever he passed it, Alec would often stop and stare up at it - perhaps marvelling at how far he’d come from the Arcadia. His life with Thomas must’ve sometimes felt like a dream, so seeing them painted on canvas together must’ve been surreal.

Absent from the painting was Charles Shelby, who had refused to sit for it.

“I know why you keep disappearing,” Thomas said.

“What?”

“Whenever we’re going to have supper with Charlie, you look for a reason to eat separately. And if you can’t find a reason, you spend the whole meal acting like you want the earth to swallow you up.”

“Oh,” Alec looked away awkwardly, unbuttoning his coat, “I didn’t think you’d noticed.”

“How could I not? You barely laugh any more. You don’t enter a room without checking who’s inside first. You don’t dress up like you usually do because you’re worried he’ll judge you. You haven’t touched the piano in a week because you’re afraid the noise will bother him. I don’t know when was the last time I heard you sing...”

“I’m sorry. I thought I was making things less uncomfortable, not...more.”

“I know Charlie makes you nervous, but he shouldn’t. He’s just a kid, and this is your home as much as his. You’ve got nothing to apologise for.”

“Don’t I?”

“You don’t,” Thomas insisted. He cupped Alec’s face - his cheeks still cold from the outdoors - and kissed him. “I could just tell him, you know. We can’t keep up this charade forever, nor should we have to. He deserves to know, and you deserve to be acknowledged.”

“No, please don’t. It’s bad enough as it is without him knowing that we sleep together.”

“Still…Eat with us tonight. Sit at my side like you belong there, and talk to Charlie even if he doesn’t answer. Otherwise he’ll never get to know you.”

Something in Thomas’s face must’ve given Alec a brief burst of confidence.

“Alright, I will,” he announced.

“And for God’s sake, start calling me Tommy,” Thomas chuckled, kissing him again. “I can’t be Mister Shelby forever.”

“I told you,” Alec laughed, “It feels so wrong. You’ll always be Mister Shelby to me.”

“Even when I’m inside you?”

“Especially when you’re inside me.” Alec pushed him away gently, in a way that promised intimacy later. “I’ll go and get changed - do you want to come with me?”

“No, I’ve got some letters to answer.”

Alec disappeared up the stairs with a noticeably lighter step than before, as if buoyed by Thomas’s belief in him, and Thomas watched him go.

At seven-thirty, the residents of Arrow House assembled for dinner: Thomas sitting at the head of the table, Alec and Clara on his right, and Charlie several seats away on his left. Arranged between them was a chicken pie with a crispy golden-brown crust, creamy mashed potatoes, and steamed seasonal vegetables.

Charlie was silent and glowering as usual. For the past three years, he’d come and gone through the doors of Arrow House, never staying more than a few weeks at a time. Every attempt at reconciliation was the same: he would move back in, they would argue, he would leave, and Ada would scold him until he reluctantly returned. Thomas and Alec welcomed him every time, but their welcome was never reciprocated.

For Charlie’s sake, they maintained that they were just friends, not lovers. Thomas had told half of the truth - that Alec was down on his luck and needed a place to stay - but omitted the awkward fact that they were intimate. But they couldn’t hide the way they looked at each other, nor could they hide the fact that Clara called both of them ‘daddy’.

As they ate, Alec put on the same bright, brittle smile he always wore when he was nervous.

“Mister Shelby, would you like some salt?” he asked - a needless question, since the salt-shaker was within Thomas’s reach.

“No, thank you.”

“How about you, Charlie? You haven’t seasoned your potatoes.”

Charlie shot him a sidelong glare, but said nothing.

“Charles,” said Thomas warningly. “Alec asked you a question, so answer.”

Charlie suddenly put down his cutlery, looked Thomas in the eye, and asked:

“Why is he sitting in Mother’s seat?”

Alec instinctively started to rise, propelled by years of trained obedience, countless punishments he’d endured when he’d failed to please; but Thomas held out his hand to stop him.

“Sit down,” he ordered, “A chair is just a chair. You started your meal there, so you’ll finish your meal there.”

Alec glanced towards Charlie, and slowly resumed his seat. He groped for something to say.

“Would you like to talk about your mother, Charlie?” he said, “Your father’s told me lots of nice stories about her. Would you tell me a story too?”

Thomas tried to catch his gaze, silently signalling for him to stop, but Alec didn’t notice - his attention was too focused on the children.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” Charlie said.

“Did she cook for you? What was your favourite thing she cooked?”

Charlie abruptly stood up, his chair scraping the floor, and strode away. Clara looked up, confused.

“Charlie!” Thomas called after him, but was ignored.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Alec whispered, “That was so fucking stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.”

“But he’s right. I shouldn’t be here.” The way Alec said it made it clear that he wasn’t referring to the seat, but to Arrow House in general.

Without another word, Thomas rose and followed his son.

“Daddy,” Clara said, “What’s happening?”

“Nothing, my love,” said Alec quickly, “Charlie isn’t feeling well, so he wants to go upstairs.”

“But what about pudding?”

“He doesn’t want pudding right now.”

“Oh.” Losing interest, Clara resumed playing with her gravy.

Thomas caught up with his son on the stairs.

“Charlie,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice low, “Remember your fucking manners. Ask to be excused before you leave the table.”

“I hate him,” said Charlie fervently. “I hate looking at him. How can you let him speak to me?”

“Alec is being kind to you, so you should be kind in return. He’s done nothing to deserve your hatred.”

Charlie whipped around to face him accusingly.

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?” he said, “You think I don’t notice the things he does? He waits until everyone else has gone to bed, then he goes sneaking to your room, and you let him in. Why?”

“Well…sometimes he sleeps in my bed.”

“But why? That’s Mother’s place. Nobody else should sleep there.”

“Charlie…”

“Tell me the truth!” the boy demanded, “You lied to me, didn’t you? He’s not just your friend, is he?”

Thomas hesitated, but the anger burning in Charlie’s eyes told him there was no point in lying.

“...No, he’s not,” Thomas admitted, “He’s more than a friend. But that’s got nothing to do with your mother, and everything to do with me. Don’t blame him and Clara for it.”

“I don’t like him and I don’t trust him.”

“How come? He’s nice to you, isn’t he?”

“I heard Uncle John and Uncle Finn talking about him.”

“Oh yeah?” Thomas bristled at the information. “What did you hear?”

“That he used to be your enemy. That he betrayed you. That you’re stupid for forgiving him.”

“Well, Uncle John and Uncle Finn need to mind their own fucking business, don’t they?” said Thomas, affronted, “What else did they say?”

“That he’s a whore.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Yes! It means he wants money. And Uncle John says you’ve spent hundreds of pounds on him and his brat!”

“Charlie, please,” Thomas said, lowering his voice so nobody would overhear him pleading. “I’m not asking you to like them. I’m just asking for civility. They’re good people, they’ve suffered a lot, and they don’t deserve your scorn.”

“Don’t they?” Charlie’s voice dripped with bitterness, “Where are all of Mother’s things? Her clothes?”

“I put them away because they were getting dusty.”

“No, you put them away to make space for your whore.”

“Stop calling him that.”

“He doesn’t belong here,” Charlie protested, “He shouldn’t be here…Mother should be here!”

“I know she should. I know, and I’m sorry I can’t bring her back.”

“Even if you could bring her back, would you? Or would she get in the way of your precious new friend?”

“Charlie, listen.” Thomas grasped his son’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Your mother will always be your mother. From the day I married her until the day I join her in the ground, she will always be my wife. But I’m lonely and in love. I’m lonely, do you understand?”

“Then just be lonely! Don’t betray her.” Charlie glared back at him angrily. “Don’t you kill people who aren’t loyal to you?”

“It’s not a betrayal.”

“You took down the paintings of her.”

“I’ll put them back up…”

“Where? Next to the painting of stupid Clara?”

“Charles,” Thomas’s voice sharpened, “Clara may not be my child, but she is in my care. You don’t need to treat her like a sister, but you will treat her with kindness and respect. Do you understand?”

“Why should I? I can see her playing with my old toys. She acts like she owns the place.”

“No, she doesn’t. She acts like she lives here, because she does.”

“Why can’t you just send them away? You’re rich, you can buy them five houses!”

“They’re staying here, and that’s the end of it.”

Angry tears had appeared in Charlie’s eyes, but he didn’t let them fall.

“I want to go live with Auntie Ada again,” he declared. From the look in his eyes, Thomas knew he wasn’t bluffing.

“By all means,” he replied, “I’ll telephone her right now. Go pack your suitcase.”

He half-hoped Charlie would back down in the face of consequences, but the boy turned in a huff and ran upstairs. A few moments later came the sound of his bedroom door slamming, followed by the muffled thump of his belongings being dumped on the floor.

Thomas considered following him up those stairs, offering him a hug which he already knew would be refused, and continuing the conversation at a more reasonable intensity - but after a long hesitation, he turned and headed back to the dining room where Alec and Clara were waiting for him.

[laginestra98]

After all your marvellous and complex posts about Celeborn, I just wanted to add a silly little thing.

SPOILER FOR 1899 (NETFLIX) AND INTELRUDE IN PRAGUE

I think that, if they must cast someone in that role, the perfect choice would be Aneurin Barnard.

First, because he already worked with Clark in Interlude in Prague, in which they have a love story that ends tragically (very tragically) and The personal history of David Copperfield. In Interlude they even meet at a ball!! Coincidence?? I don't think so, lol

(he play a goofy Mozart, here)

We met in a glade of flowers. I was dancing and he saw me there Galadriel, 1x07

Second, he is the perfect "husband who stays on the background while his strong-willed wife flirts with the mysterious handsome co-protagonist"

Here (1899) she, Maura, doesn't even remember who he is, neither that they have a son; she is too preoccupied to solve the mysteries on the ship they are in (is more complicated than that, btw) with the captain (Eyk, in the gif below) she barely knows, whom she (probably, but we'll never know because Nteflix cancelled it, sigh) has a cosmic connection with (ring a bell?)

I mean, imagine this

with this

He's perfetc for the role!

[j-exclamationmark-l]

Movie: Timestalker

Score: 8/10

I've been waiting forever to see this film. It wasn't what I thought it was going to be. And that's not bad! It was artsy in a way that surprised me, funny in ways I wasn't expecting. It also kind of resonated with me in a way that I didn't expect, as someone who's been stalked. I actually normally try to avoid things about stalking (couldn't watch You or Baby Reindeer for the life of me despite many pleas to watch) but I actually really appreciated the way it was written, and I have mad respect for Alice Lowe giving herself some of the dumbest dialogue imaginable. I love when a person can make fun of themselves.

It wasn't perfect, but it's also incredibly original and not a film I'll forget soon.

Fun fact: I was originally going to rate it lower but my partner convinced me to give it a higher score. He has nothing but praise for it.

I also adored how much fun Jacob Anderson seemed to be having. And of course Aneurin Barnard was my entire reason for wanting to watch and he never disappoints.

[seriousbrat]

luke newberry would be suchhh a good remus !!! also he's almost exactly who id imagine as an older Cory Gruter Andrew, who I often see as a young/ 11-12 remus.

also someone mentioned abhay verma and I completelyyyy agree!! he's such a cutie (doesn't give the arrogant vibe tho) and the sec I saw him in munjya I was like THATS MY JAMES🤧 also im tired of people using younger and younger fcs for the women (eg annalise basso) but the same old ones for men!! abhay I think would look v cute with her.

and omg the sirius fc u suggested😩😩😩🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

also earl cave could be a good severus fc?? esp him in the school of good and evil. but i agree his fcs are very hard to find

Oh I recognise Cory Gruter Andrew from Anne with an E! Yes, I definitely think hes very young Remus vibes!

Luke Newberry is great because stuff from In the Flesh and Banana works well for teen Remus, like this gifset. There he is on a train, it's giving Hogwarts Express, there he is wearing Gryffindor colours. But now he's actually around the age of adult Remus in the books and still looks the part imo!

I definitely agree about people using younger FCs for the women (although tbf the footage I see people use of Annalise is usually from when she was younger than she is now.) A lot of it is just what's available though. It's definitely... something that Lily's most popular fc keeps changing as younger actresses appear but they've been using the same men for the boys for decades lmao.

Honestly my main issue with the FCs people use for the boys is mostly they're just too attractive haha. Remember Matt Hitt as Remus lol?

Abhay Verma is very cute and he actually wears glasses! But I agree he doesn't look arrogant enough lol.

As for Earl Cave, I looked him up and omg I think he's great!! Definitely a huge step up from Aneurin Barnard or (bleh) Louis Garrell. I'm screenshotting this with the caption from the interview because it's all very fitting for Snape lmao

[tovalhallaandback]

A Game of Revenge and Loyalty - Chapter 8

GIF by aneurins-barnard

Pairing: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir/Sigtryggr Ivarson

Summary: The career academy may have taught them how to win the Hunger Games, but nothing of how to win the game of love. A forbidden love becomes more complicated as they quickly learn, the Hunger Games were not the only thing they signed up for when they decided to volunteer.

AKA - It's a Hunger Games AU! Mentor/Mentee vibes. Career vibes. - But not in the way you might imagine! TONS of angst but a promised happy-ish ending.

Trigger Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! HG Canon typical violence and atrocites. TLK Canon typical violence and atrocities. Better tags on AO3, with each chapter having a content warning drop down for those who do not wish to be spoiled.

Chapter 8 Now Available on AO3