#bbc miniseries

[roses-red-and-pink]

No one plays Elizabeth Bennett like Jennifer Ehle. The charm, the wit, the secret smiles she shares laughing at the ridiculousness around her. Plus she’s drop dead gorgeous. The way she acts it’s easy to see why Darcy fell in love even when she hated him. I stand by my opinion that she is the best Lizzie Bennett and portrays that character perfectly.

[groovy-lady]

For any Jared Harris fans, have some pics of him as Captain Anderson in the BBC miniseries To The Ends of the Earth (2005)!!!

[dalyankiz1981]

Andrew Scott as Lord Merlin in The Pursuit Of Love

Enjoyed this immensely (which got very mixed reviews!) and not being familiar with Nancy Mitford’s novel, the original source material, I did not see THAT ending coming 😭😢

And, needless to say, Lord Merlin is just a wonder to behold! 😍

[hug-me-brutha]

I am so frustrated

I cannot find a single place on the internet that lists all the bbc miniseries

Not one

Not a Wikipedia list, not on the bbc wiki, not even some random persons blog

There are about a million "top 10 bbc miniseries" lists but they all list the same things over and over and I just want a lost that tells me the name of every one no matter if people liked it or not just so I have an idea of if there's one that looks interesting that I've missed

[emmaysusmuvis]

**** (I enjoyed it so much, bit all my nails off. Very bad baddies and very likable anti-heroes. With a bunch of bad-ass women, there must have been plenty, but unfortunately, they were not portrayed so much in the past. Filmed in Spain, like the old spaghetti westerns. Cool photography, great acting, and good production in general. Very, very sad though, kleenex in hand)

[kenobihater]

made a post a while back on how javert's suicide is often poorly portrayed in film adaptations to the point of accidental comedy, and how the 1978 movie in particular is the most unhinged example. audio warning for a loud trumpet blast, don't turn up your volume

[arosebyan0thername]

Because it's just like. Darcy did everything Lizzy ever told him to, yknow? He asked how she thought people should kindle affection and she said dancing, so then he asked her to dance. She asked what he qualifies as an accomplished woman, he looked at her and the book she was reading, and said a well read woman. She said he should talk while they're dancing, so he asked about her and her sisters going to Merryton. She told him he should practice talking to people he's not already familiar with, so he came over and visited her the very next day. You know??? Do you see???? He has been shouting from the very start that he cares for her, in his own way, just as Jane shouted her love to Bingley, in her own way. And then when she was visiting Rosings and Lady Catherine de Bourgh, his own aunt, was being obnoxious and rude to her, he felt the shame of having undesirable connections just as she had in the beginning. Do you see it!!!! Mr Darcy has been ardently in love with her from the very beginning, and he's been missing the parallels between their lives the whole time!!! He's so pathetic and sopping wet it hurts!!!

[prettysweetprettysweet]

please go watch Mr Loverman on BBC iPlayer!

The Guardian review

[didanagy]

THE VIRGIN QUEEN (2005)

dir. coky giedroyc

[edelweiss-maiden]

‛𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 — 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.’

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 (𝟏𝟗𝟑𝟗)

[lilmoonbunny]

First Love; Mycroft Holmes x Singer!Reader [1]

Y/N and Mycroft's relationship was something that she would never forget.

Throughout her career, every single song that she wrote held memories of their past relationship. So when Sherlock finds out she is back in London, he can't resist the urge to meddle.

(Part of a mini-series)

People often say that you will always remember your first love, and for Y/N, this fact was true.

Every song she ever wrote held a memory of the first man she had ever loved, a part of her that she never wanted to let go. Whilst she could act like the lyrics were based on other men – other partners – she always thought of him whenever she would sing, and even as she stood in front of her current partner, it never felt right; he wasn’t him.

James was… nice, some of the time, at least. Sure, he could be rude and toxic, but he loved her, right? He was a good guy, maybe? She wasn’t too sure, but she was scared to leave. Whilst it didn’t feel right being with him, part of her was terrified of his reaction to her leaving. So maybe he wasn’t exactly a nice guy; this was solidified when Y/N discovered evidence of him taunting someone she knew and cared for dearly.

As she stood in front of the door to 221B Baker Street, mask covering her face so no potential fans would recognise her, Y/N glanced up at the window. It had been years since she had seen Sherlock. He was a child when they last saw each other, would he even still remember her?

“You must be John,” she nodded at the short man who came to the door.

His eyes widened, presumably shocked at her knowing his name, and he cleared his throat. “Uhm – yes, come on in.”

With a small thanks, the singer followed John up the stairs to the flat.

“There’s no need to wear a mask, you know. It’s not like you’re going to catch anything,” came Sherlock’s blunt voice, one that had Y/N smiling.

“Trust me, I know,” she responded, removing the covering.

Sherlock froze in place. “Y/N…?”

With a soft smile, Y/N nodded.

“Hold on,” John interrupted, clearly confused. “Y/N, as in the singer?”

She simply giggled and nodded.

“You know her!?” John turned to face Sherlock who simply brushed him off, turning to his former friend.

“Does Mycroft know that you’re here?”

Ah… Mycroft.

Y/N tensed for a moment at the name, and that was all Sherlock needed to see for his answer, even if he did have trouble deducing her in the past; he was young, after all.

“I have something you might find interesting,” Y/N smiled slightly, opening her bag to pass him some papers. “My… boyfriend. I think he’s stalking you.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, lifting himself from the chair and snatching the paper from her, something that earned a giggle from the woman.

“Moriarty… Never heard of him.” Sherlock mumbled as he read over the sheets of information that Y/N had gathered and stolen. There was no doubt that James would notice, but if she was going to potentially save Sherlock’s life, that was worth the risk.

“I really don’t have long, I have a song to record, but I’m hoping that can help,” Y/N nodded, shutting her bag before turning to the door. “Nice to see you again, Sherly. Bye, John.” As she left the flat, she heard Sherlock call to her.

“Tell Mycroft you’re here. I’m sure he’d be glad to see you.”

She simply ignored him.

Having spent the day combing through each detail of the document’s that Y/N had given him, Sherlock was in no mood to deal with Mycroft asking him to take a case that he has no interest in.

“No, I won’t take your case.” Sherlock stated the moment Mycroft let himself into the flat.

“You don’t even know what it’s about!” Mycroft was glad John wasn’t around to hear him almost yell; it would ruin his uncaring façade.

“Don’t care,” he paused for a moment, before a smirk began forming on his lips. “I have something you might want to know. Something about a specific somebody.”

“Don’t care,” Mycroft mimicked his brother’s previous words.

“I think you will,”

“Well, I think you are wrong.”

“Suit yourself, Mycroft.”

Receiving a call from an unknown number always had Y/N on edge, and her recent breakup with James was no help to the matter, yet she still answered it.

“Hello…?” She asked.

“Ah, Y/N, finally.” It was Sherlock. “Dinner, my parents place for Christmas, you should come. If you’re not too busy, that is.” In the background, the woman could hear Sherlock’s friend scolding him for how blunt he was being. Sensing her hesitation, Sherlock added. “My parents would be pleased to see you.”

A soft sigh left her lips. “All right, fine, but you’re paying for my fuel.”

It was a long drive to the Holmes’ place, but it was a pleasant one, even if the drive did have her thinking of her first love.

Would he be there? She couldn’t help but wonder.

Nervousness filled her body as she wandered towards the front door, placing a gentle knock. Sure, she had performed in front of thousands of people, but knocking on this door was the scariest thing that she had ever done.

“Oh my Gosh! I didn’t believe Sherlock could actually do it.” Mrs Holmes squealed, immediately pulling Y/N into a hug as she spoke.

“Hi, Mrs Holmes!”

Inside the house, Sherlock smirked as he glanced towards his older brother who seemed confused. He recognised that voice but couldn’t exactly place whose it was. As though he sensed Sherlock’s gaze, he looked towards him with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning, but Sherlock gave no response.

“Come in, come in! Sherlock’s already here, so is Mycroft!”

Ah, so he is here, Y/N thought to herself, taking a deep breath as she entered the house she had not seen in years.

Following Mrs Holmes into the living room where the others were seated, she was yet to be spotted by Mycroft, at least until Mr Holmes spoke her name.

“Ah, Y/N! Long time no see,” Mr Holmes grinned, smiling up at her from the sofa where he sat beside Mycroft.

Mycroft’s head shot up at the name, eyes shooting towards the door where she stood.

Sherlock… He thought to himself. Oh, how he wanted to kill him at that moment,

“You knew she was here, and you didn’t tell me!?” Mycroft demanded to know as he stood opposite his brother in the kitchen after excusing himself.

“I did try, Brother Mine, but you said you didn’t care.” Sherlock’s reminder of their previous conversation left Mycroft speechless, and he froze as he heard a familiar voice.

“Are you two all right? You kind of seem angry,” Y/N smiled sweetly. “Sorry, your mum sent me to check that you two hadn’t killed each other.” She giggled.

Sherlock knew that his brother wouldn’t speak, too frozen in shock and anger, so he had to. “Not yet, Y/N, but Mycroft wasn’t aware you were coming. I did tell you to go see him.”

“You did.” Y/N swallowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t, Mycroft.”

“Well, I guess this is my cue to leave,” Sherlock said, smirking the moment his back was turned to the pair.

An awkward silence filled the air the moment the door clicked shut behind Sherlock and they both cursed him internally.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated, “I can leave if it’s too weird for you.”

Mycroft cleared his throat. “No! It’s… fine.” He rushed out, pausing for a moment before finishing his sentence as to not seem too enthusiastic to be seeing her again. Sure, it had been years, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t miss her occasionally. Although, that was something that he would never admit. Another awkward silence. “I’ve heard you on the radio, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

Y/N blushed. “Thank you, Mycroft…”

As they stood there, memories of their past relationship began flooding into both their minds.

“Well, I suppose we should be going back to bother Sherlock.” Y/N grinned, desperate to get out of the room, praying that she could last long enough without admitting how much she missed him.

“We should,” Mycroft nodded awkwardly, before moving past her, into the previous room, glaring at Sherlock who sat beside John with a smirk on his lips, before heading outside.

Sherlock’s smirk dropped the second Y/N grabbed hold of his ear, leaning down to whisper “I’m going to kill you, Sherlock,” before moving to sit beside John who seemed shocked at how close she seemed with the Holmes family; he still couldn’t get over the fact that Sherlock knew her.

[adaptations-polls]

Which version of this property do you prefer?:

[guillotineman]

BBC's Oppenheimer Miniseries from 1980 side by side with Nolan's Oppenheimer film from 2023.

[sentientcave]

I'm working on a rag rug and let me tell you: There is a lot of braiding involved

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders in a famous au:

sirius- actor/comedian (famous influential family)

james- actor/comedian (started as a footballer but had a career ending injury early on)

peter- music artist

remus- youtube essayist/tutor (father famous in the anthropology sphere)

marlene- bassist (started as a rugby player but quit after she was outed)

lily- photographer

mary- model

emmeline- painter/artist

dorcas- footballer

[silverbastardgoldenfool]

Absolutely inhaled Fingersmith by Sarah Waters the last few days while recovering from being sick and riding out this horrid heatwave. I love a no plot just vibes situation but it is so special when a novel can balance a gripping, twisty plot with deeply complex characters and has you thinking, feeling and simply enthralled all at once. The Paying Guests was one of my favourites last year too and I'm now convinced I have to read everything Sarah Waters has ever written. I love the sapphic romance aspect of her work but I also just think she is so brilliant at creating characters that feel real and at conjuring an atmosphere. She reminds me why I love reading and writing so much which is one of the highest compliments I can give to an author. Just so so good and highly recommend giving her books a try if you haven't!