#taboobbc

[lyralu91]

Me dɔ. My love.

(+ walk up to me like that = I'm a puddle)

say the phrase "my love" and I melt

[letthefairyinyoufly]

Jessie Buckley as Lorna Bow

[lyralu91]

I have a use for you.

Just a bit of James before bedtime 😌🤤

[aremindertoremember]

James... you came back...

...you told me you loved me...

My sister...

James... you shall see me again...

.... that great big river that connects us....

... if she was in the river, she would sing to me, and I would hear her....

[thatfooltheycallweaver]

In My Dreams it's Still the Same

Day 8 of @fluff-cember

Prompt: Sparkling Snow

Pairing: Meredith O'Connor [OC] x James Delaney

Fandom: Taboo

Word Count: 719

London had always been too chaotic, too loud, and too disconnected for Meredith to find peace within it. But that was nothing a strong cup of mugwort tea couldn’t fix. The fire in her room was beginning to die out, leaving behind the smell of wood-smoke that she enjoyed. Removing the corset and changing out of her chemise and into her sleepwear, she practically fell into bed and got comfortable under the blankets, allowing the warmth to envelop her, lulling her into a comfortable sleep. The next time she opened her eyes, she was nearly blinded by the sunlight. She sat up, feeling something other than the soft grass of her typical scrapped-together-from-memory meadow. It was powdery snow, cool to the touch, but not cold. She stood looking around. The snow shimmered in the light, and evenly blanketed the area as far as the eye could see. It had been quite some time since she had seen snow that hadn’t been tainted by the muck in the streets or by the smoke of the London sky, so it might have been brighter than it should have been. The snow was undisturbed, save for the stream that separated the banks, the large tree where the branches were covered in a thin layer of ice, and a set of footprints just at the edge of her vision. Outside of that, she knew by the shift in the air that she was not alone. But that didn’t frighten her, it had been an open invitation to begin with. It always had been, for him.

“I hope you’re not here for the reason I suspect…James.” She called gently. “You needn’t hide. I know your energy. I still recall, even after all this time.” She turned to see him standing parallel to her, shirtless, pants tied loosely at his hips. The tattoos were new to her. Decidedly tribal, they suited him.

“You and I have not spoken for quite some time.” He responded, tilting his head slightly. “I didn’t think it fair to approach you in such a way until we’d had a chance to…speak.”

“You and I have not seen each other for quite some time, either. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” She bowed, more as a joke rather than to mock him.

“I did not have time at the funeral, so I am making time now.” His eyes glanced over her as she decided how to react. She didn’t know if she was annoyed, upset, relieved, or what--but the happiness at seeing him again won out. She approached and hugged him.

“I was terrified you had died.” She admitted as she felt him hesitate. Meredith went to move away from him, but he pulled her in at the last moment, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you, and wish for your safety. I burned so many candles for your protection…”

“I know. I felt it.” His expression was unreadable, but his voice wavered just the slightest. His hold on her tightened.

“Why here, why now? Why after all this time?” She asked, looking up at him.

“I cannot tell you tonight. There is much work to be done.” He caressed her cheek. “The feelings I have for you have not diminished, Meredith.”

“Nor have the ones I hold for you. But ten years…doesn’t go away so easily.” He tilted her face up by the chin.

“It clearly can, if I have owned your heart for so long. You do not pull away from me, you do not banish me from your realm…” His lips brushed against hers. “You left the door open for me. Ten years can be mended, if you only let me.” It wasn’t much of a debate for her. She nodded.

“We can begin again, mo ghrá.” He smiled.

“My love.” He repeated. Her eyes fixed into his, her pulse quickening.

“You…you remembered.”

“It is not something I would easily forget.” She responded only by pressing her lips to his in a soft, almost tentative kiss. A welcome return, a reunion ten years in the making; marked by a growing fervor, a desire to not break the connection, to hold one another closer.

And to make up for lost time, in any way possible.

[wulfhalls]

So I don’t know about you but my final assessment of taboo was it could have been GREAT if they’d kept Zilpha and James in character through the end… let’s be real she was ready to murder her husband to be with him and after ten years of untreated schizophrenia he was still decidedly in love with her… him suddenly rejecting her and her suicide was so ??????

But sadly even in fiction that portrays incest they have to “punish” the characters by not really letting it work out in the end so we all know it’s Morally Wrong

My only regret is there aren’t enough fix it fics (and I only seek out fics relating to ships I really give a shit about… but there are too few for this one sadly 😕)

so so true like ur fuck ass show is even called taboo??? u couldn't have given me this one little incest win???? I'm going to kill myself. perfect show otherwise. tom hardy is there being intense and silent and INTENSE AGAIN prowling thru every scene ripping people's throats out with his teeth. trying to fuck his sister sooooooo bad until isn't. this show ended with ep 6. to me

[elliamarts]

Another tv show has swallowed my soul

[helaenatargarye]

[the-academic-actress]

Met the delightful @speakingskies today irl - she said it was lovely to meet someone else who's 'Hogg-headed' - I suggest we adopt that as our fandom name. Let's make it a hashtag. ;)

[lilpretzelsworld]

Can anyone add me to some telegram chats?

[lyralu91]

Writing smut = I NEED this man.

[aremindertoremember]

This is very simple James... there are no practical difficulties.

Apart from that great big river that connects us.

I'm planning to journey to heaven James.... Death is just the turning of a key in a lock.

If she were dead I would know it. I would hear her. And I would feel it. No... no.

If she was in the river, she would sing to me. And I would hear her.

[lyralu91]

(Text taken from the exhibition "The Romantic eye", Stockholm Nationalmuseum September 26h 2024 - January 5th 2025)

— unknown

[elliamarts]

They’re here!! @lyralu91 Speedpaint underneath

[lyralu91]

Tumblr needs more James! 🖤

[lyralu91]

🫣😌