my best friend just told me I have Alex from Red, White & Royal Blue vibes
we get it, I'm bisexual
my best friend just told me I have Alex from Red, White & Royal Blue vibes
we get it, I'm bisexual
That face of Jaskier 😂
Two brothers or cousins 👀😮. Can't believe it's the same guy.
“She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer."
richard papen on camilla macaulay
One of the many times Fritz spoke of missing his Sans souci while waging war.
Henry Tudor & Elizabeth of York - War of Hearts
“I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you; I know that I’d die without you.”
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖.
𝑇𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤:
Hello Professor Layton community :)
In the name of the goddess, the man, and the son of Krypton. Amen
The first thing I wrote on here was smut haha, that was years ago and when I read that shit now I realise that it really is shit but hey, writing shit is better than writing nothing. If you want to read then you can find the smutty and occasionally fluffy one shots right here.
I also have another story called FanGirl. This is my original work and I have used Henry as an FC. It is an RPF, Henry Cavill AU, romance thingy.
Henry Cavill is an actor living in London (he is the Henry we know and love but of course I have taken liberties and changed a lot of things, it is AU after all)
Our main girl is Sophie. She is a serious Henry Cavill fan girl and has been following(stalking) Henry since the beginning. And surprise, surprise, one night she actually meets him...
FanGirl is the story of Henry Cavill and Sophie Crawford. I have written over 60,000 words, it's not finished yet as I am still not quite sure of the ending.
If you want to read it I am happy to post it here. I don't get loads of feedback about Red and the Woodcutter but I like posting it because otherwise it's just sitting there in a Word doc and I am just writing in my own abyss haha. Also, it may give me the push I need to find the ending.
So, tell me now. Do you want to read FanGirl? Comment, reblog, like on this post or send me a message/ask so I know whether to post it or not.
Summary: Walter Marshall is in trouble again! On desk duty for time being whilst internal affairs investigate a claim made against him and ordered to attend therapy to address his anger. Will tme out of the field and in the office give him the chance to reflect on where his life is heading? Or will the arrival of a mysterious and beautiful counsellor just complicate matters further?
Warnings: Mild smut PG-13 (if you squint)
Tags: @xxxkatxo @summersong69 @seriouslygoodlookinggents @sugarpenchant @rn7rocks @memoriesat30 @oddsnendsfanfics @lady-death14 @omgkatinka @wheretheriversrunintothesea @lumiousmoon @gearhead66 @myloveforhenrycavill @amberangel112 @kebabgirl67 @greensleeves888
Marshall couldn't believe he was seeing this woman again. However, here she was in one of the dingiest cop bars in town, wearing an outfit that was meant to turn heads. Gone was the straight laced, slightly baggy, grey suit and in its place was a simple, black cocktail dress that hugged every contour of her body. Kate's hair was worn down and fell around her shoulders in soft waves. Marshall's eyes raked down the tips of her tresses, over her supple body and down her lithe legs. She was wearing killer heels to go with her outfit and looked a complete stark contrast to the last time he saw her.
Marshall shook himself out of his less than wholesome thoughts and turned his whole attention back to the bartender. However as he finished pouring the drink for his last customer, Marshall cringed inwardly as he gave the drink to 'Mrs Lambert'. Kate thanked the bartender kindly and for the first time Marshall heard her voice properly. She was softly spoken which surprised him, her vowels elongated and seemed to roll off her tongue like honeyed wine. It was then Kate glanced over at him. She had thought him just another patron of the bar and was taken aback when she realised she recognised him. After their last encounter she would have never had the nerve to speak to him, however the two cocktails she had already downed gave her some ill advised Dutch courage.
"Hello!" She said softly.
Marshall turned his face towards her and offered her a lopsided smile, for some reason doing his level best to appear casually cool.
"Hi. Mrs Lambert right?" Marshall said far too quickly, giving away the fact that he had clearly memorised her name.
"Oh, it's Kate." She corrected him,
"And the 'Mrs' is the former." Kate added.
This befuddled her. She didn't know this man at all but she wanted to make it clear she was single. Kate took a large sip of her potent drink trying to mask her embarrassment.
"Walter or Walt. I don't mind." Marshall mumbled as he held his hand out.
Kate accepted the gesture and shook Marshall's hand. His grip was firm and his handshake clearly well practiced, but he adjusted his grip around Kate's slender fingers. Marshall wanted to slap himself in the face at his awkwardness but was saved by the bell when the waiter asked for his order.
"Haven't seen you in here before?" Marshall queried.
Kate looked at him intrigued and without hesitating answered honestly.
"My Dad used to come here a lot, with his buddies. I would tag along from time to time. Although that was years ago."
"Your Dad was a cop?" Marshall sounded intrigued.
"Yeah, he was a detective over at 12th." Kate replied.
Marshall was curious, most cop bars in the area would put normal people off from ever coming again. As the bartender gave Marshall the total, he handed over the cash. It was then it dawned on him why he knew the name Lambert.
"Wait, your Dad wasn't Dave Lambert was he?" Marshall wondered.
"Yeah? How did you-"
"He gave a lecture to us at the academy, back in 02'. It was about understanding criminal behaviour. He was inspiring." Marshall praised.
"That was my Dad." Kate replied, impressed. She was touched that Marshall remembered him and clearly had a lasting impact on him.
Marshall could sense the tone as Kate used the past tense when talking about him. He didn't want to pry so quickly changed the subject.
"So the former Mrs?"
Kate let out a hollow chuckle,
"Well, soon to be."
"I see. Who is the prick? Maybe I could arrest him for something." Marshall joked.
"Don't tempt me." Kate laughed along.
"Well he's an idiot if he let you get away."
Marshall gestured towards Kate's outfit and instantly regretted his comment. He knew despite the innocence in his sentiment he came off as a little creepy.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He flustered as he picked up the tray of beers for his table.
"Thank you!" Kate said sincerely.
Marshall and Kate drank at the bar for the next couple of hours and chewed the fat. Most of their conversation centred around their kids and their divorces. Eventually Marshall plucked the courage to find out why Kate was so dressed up. Her answer was succinct as usual and she explained she had agreed to meet her girlfriends and have her 'weekend in reverse' night out. The joys of being a single parent and only having Monday nights to yourself. Conversation flowed easily between them, which surprised them both. It was no secret Marshall was usually tight lipped, but Kate was not much different. Ben's behaviour since Emily was born had been strange, borderline troublesome. The worst part was his temper that Kate wrote off and constantly defended to her family and friends. At first she tried to talk to Ben to help him control his anger, this would just result in further arguments. So eventually Kate learnt to just not talk.
Eventually Kate looked up at the clock behind the bar. It wasn't exactly late but she knew she needed to get home. She stood from the stool and wobbled ever so slightly, Marshall caught her by the elbows and steadied her carefully.
"Woah, are you alright?"
Kate allowed herself to be cradled by him as the sudden wooziness washed over her. She had underestimated his physique the other day. He was muscular but more than that he was a solid unit. Kate was in no doubt that that man was able to look after himself and her for that matter if it came to it.
"That will teach me to skip lunch!" She joked attempting to quell her devious thoughts.
Marshall chuckled along with her and looked into her eyes for perhaps longer than he should have. Before he knew what he was doing he opened his mouth and asked,
"Can I give you a ride home?"
Kate was stopped in her tracks by the question. There was a part of her that was screaming inside saying, 'Yes, oh god yes!' Then the part of her that was still reeling from Ben's betrayal and wasn't ready to trust another man again took over.
"That's okay, I can call a cab." Kate sighed.
"Okay." Marshall replied stoically.
Although he tried to help it, he couldn't help his shoulders slumped in disappointment at her response. However, he understood what it was like going through a divorce. Your emotions are all over the place so even though a quick fumble with the wrong person could be lots of fun, it was most likely ill advised.
"Let me make sure you at least get in it safe." Marshall stated.
Kate nodded her head slightly, surprised that this man seemed to genuinely want to help.
Outside the bar the cold night air seemed to sober Kate up more quickly than she imagined. Perhaps it was the chill in the air. Despite the effects of the alcohol beginning to wear off Kate couldn't help escape the heat that was seeping through her body. It spread from her head through her chest and into the pit of her stomach. Kate convinced herself it had to be the after effects of the cocktails and not the tall, hulking and brooding man beside her. The cab soon pulled up by the curb and Marshall opened it gentlemanly. He allowed Kate to step into the door frame and as she turned around he leant his forearm on the roof of the car. She was trapped in between his impressive mass and the cab but Kate wasn't scared. The fire that she felt in her belly only moments ago surged quickly and she could feel it seep in between her legs.
Just for a moment all of Kate's reasoning and logic slipped from her brain and she allowed her heart to take over. She leant up on her tiptoes to reach Marshall and planted a tentative kiss to his lips. Marshall was hesitant at first, not sure if he was taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation. However he couldn't seem to help himself. He leant into the kiss fervently, sliding his tongue along Kate's lip begging to be let in. She acquiesced and met Marshall's tongue with her own. The man's lips were oh so soft and tempting but his tongue left her with no doubt that he was charge. Marshal pressed himself into Kate, his groin grinding into hers. Her arms instinctively found their way up to his neck and wound themselves in his mess of curls. They were both lost in the kiss until they were rudely pulled back to reality.
"Where can I take you to, sweetheart?" The cab driver drawled. He was clearly unimpressed by their display and wanted to earn some money.
Both Marshall and Kate chuckled lightly at the unfortunate timing of the driver. Kate couldn't help but think that his interruption may have been a good thing. She found Marshall unbelievably attractive, he was clearly sexy in every way a woman found a man, but in the midst of her separation she questioned if she was looking for anything or indeed anyone yet.
"Thank you for seeing me to the cab." Kate purred.
"It's quite alright." Marshall replied breathlessly. The kiss clearly had the same affect on him as it had on Kate.
"Goodnight." Marshall said sadly.
With that he closed the cab door and watched a little melancholily as it drove away with Kate inside.
Henry performing at “Peace Elite Super Cup” in Shanghai on the 31st July 2021.
Henry interprétant au “Peace Elite Super Cup” à Shanghai le 31 Juillet 2021.
Inspired by @doomspaniels, how’s the span sleeping tonight?
Lying horizontally across the pillows with your head on my shoulder so I get to listen to your gross mouth sounds and snoring all night? Sounds great Hen, thanks.
See also: Harold and Moby smooshed up as close as they can be to me.. but like, in a more conventional and socially accepted way.
Summary: The woodcutter and Red have a slightly longer conversation, she feels hurt and alone. The wolf makes another appearance.
Word Count: 1,026
Warnings: fear, wolf attack, the attack gets quite descriptive and bloody so be warned!
A/N: There's a lot more action now after the last chapter, I don't know why but I really enjoyed writing this chapter, maybe because it's a little different to what I'm used to writing, hmm. Also the chapter have 2 pov's; Red and the wolf. I love animals, I really do! But I guess when we write we are dipping into worlds that we would never really be a part of or want to be apart of. Although I wouldn't mind a hot woodcutter around tbh. Please reblog, comment etc. Thank youuuuu!!
Tagging: @seb-owns-these-tatas @legendarywizarddetective@nimuewolfsbane @lumiousmoon
Chapters: One Two Three Four
Red went back to her own cottage, the next afternoon. Mother insisted on coming with her, she didn’t want Red going anywhere on her own. She stayed with Red for the next few days and Red was secretly glad she wasn’t spending the evenings on her own. Since the day at the market she hadn’t seen Henry. She walked by his cottage a few times and thought about knocking but she changed her mind at the last minute each time. After five full days, mama decided to leave. And although Red was nervous to be staying on her own, her mother told her that she had seen Henry the evening before and asked him to take extra special care of Red. Red rolled her eyes, he hadn’t even been to see her, to ask if she was alright. Not that she wasn’t, she just wanted to see him. They hadn’t spoken since their near kiss. It had been nearly a week, and he was unusually absent. Normally she would see him coming in and out of his cottage even if they didn’t speak but she had no idea of his whereabouts now and the suspense was killing her.
With mama gone and a full pot of chicken stew in the oven, Red settled down. It was silent in the cottage. Night had fallen and the whole forest had gone to sleep. It was still early for Red, yet she felt drowsy in front of the fire. Perhaps it was the peaceful quiet since mama had gone. It wasn’t that mama talked a lot but she was always doing something, the woman didn’t know the meaning of the word rest, so there was always some kind of noise in the cottage. Red lay on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and becoming hypnotised by the gentle hiss and crackle of the flames. She watched the spitting and glowing embers and the dancing amber flames. It was not long before she fell asleep.
The leaves stirred and rustled as the padding of four feet paced over them. Clouds of eerie grey steam billowed about a furry canine face. Eyes burned deep orange and its jagged jaw was ajar. The low panting was interrupted by a feral growl as the clouds in the night sky parted to reveal a sombre looking moon. It was nearly midnight and the animal approached the small cottage in the woods, it was completely dark but for the amber glow coming from a tiny window. The wolf picked up a scent, a scent that it was hungry for, it raised its nose into the air and sniffed. Honing in on the scent it made its way to the window in stealth. Getting up on its hind legs, it placed its fronts paws n the windowsill. It was nearly two metres in height, it was a giant creature with glossy dark brown fur and muscular build. It saw a figure lying on the floor in front of the fire, taking deep breaths as her chest rose and fell. The wolf let out a small whimper and came down on all fours again. It began to circle the stone cottage, it was a cool night and thin trails of smoke came out of the chimney, painting the air with grey swirls.
The wolf’s ears pricked up at a noise that only it could hear and it began to salivate wildly, twisting its head backwards it heard a warm heartbeat. It was a fawn, meandering around the trees and feeding on grass. The wolf’s heartbeat began to speed up and its tongue lolled out of its mouth with deep pants, allowing trickles of saliva to drip down onto the grass at its feet. It was hungry, it needed to feed and it sidled closer to the fawn, careful to remain in the dark shadows. The young fawn was unaware of the imminent danger it was in and went about its mindless business of munching at the grass. With a piercing howl the wolf leapt forward and with its razor like claws, it swiped across the side of the fawn’s body, leaving lacerations that began to bleed immediately and profusely. The fawn’s futile whines and whimpers were drowned out by the vicious snarls and low growls the wolf made as it bore down on the smaller animal’s jugular. Blood gurgled and gushed out as teeth ripped away at warm flesh and it fed hungrily and violently without taking a breath. The fawn had not been big but still the lone wolf had managed to devour the entirety of the poor animal. When the wolf was done, all that remained was a bony carcass and the wolf picked it up in its blood dampened jaws and paced languidly to the cottage.
Once it had reached the door, it dropped the carcass and glanced to the window, which was darker now. The fire had burned out but the hot embers remained, the wolf spied two little glimmers shaped like almonds behind the glass. They were human eyes, it knew. But it did not want or need to attack, it had had its full feasting on the fawn. Yet, with what could have been considered an evil smirk, it took a deep breath and grew taller as it stood on all four legs. Raising its head skyward it let out a majestic, wailing howl that made even the leaves on the trees quake. The howl seemed to go on and on, and just when the wolf stopped to take a breath, it began to howl again for a second time. It took a couple of steps towards the window and made sure that it had been seen by the eyes behind the window, it was proud and basking in its post feast glory. It made eye contact with the shaking human hidden behind the glass, it let out a low gruff and began to walk away, leaving behind in its wake, two young fawns, one ripped to shreds physically and the other ripped to shreds in a very different way.
“Du bist erst eine Maus , wenn du dich von den anderen zu einer machen lässt .” (Hatcher , S.72 📖)
Die Chroniken von Alice.
Ein weiteres Bild von Henry Scott Duke. Titel des Bildes, das blaue Hemd. um die Jahreswende 1899
Nun schauen wir mal genauer hin, und entdecken gegenüber den anderen Bildern von Henry Scott Duke, das er diesen Jungen sehr oft malte und diesen Jungen sehr fenemin erscheinen lässt. Dadurch bekam das Bild eine sehr hohe erotic. Ich bin mir sicher das dieses Bild in seiner privaten Umgebung hang und nicht zum verkauf stand. rho
HEAD SO FUCKING FULL OF HENRY DRESS THOUGHTS