Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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Дайри сказали, что если я в течение 5 дней сюда что-нибудь не напишу, он перенесёт дневник в архив. Его, конечно, можно будет оттуда восстановить, но зная, как дайри лагают, я не особо хочу рисковать, поэтому вот, пишу :3
Привет всем, с кем я ещё тут не здоровалась

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Боже, я последний раз была на страничке своего днева, когда в группе Сэма было 300 человек. Снова пропустила кучу для меня новых ПЧей
Приветствую,  Alisa69,  Guy Fawkes,  Das ist dein Doktor и  RadionovaStar! Как видите, тут почти мёртво, но я всё равно очень рада вас видеть! Что привело?

@темы: приветственное

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Ещё один юбилей

Буквально недавно я отмечала 30 человек в группе Паркера потому что для группы Паркера это реально достижение, а сегодня я отмечаю 300 человек в группе Барнетта!

Всем этого прекрасного холистического котика за мой счёт

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И как вы предлагаете мне готовиться к диффурам, когда на тамблере постят ТАКОЕ





Этот фирменный взгляд Сэма на первой и третьей фотках меня просто убивает
(с) и (с)

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Принесу-ка я это всё сюда, моему дневнику нужно бооооольше Паркнетта

Для начала, вот эти прекрасные коллажи от сов(а). Джейми!Доктор и Сэм!спутник.



На мой взгляд, шансы на то, что Сэма сделают спутником крайне малы, потому что если всё хорошо пойдёт с Дирком и его продлят ещё на сезон (на что я очень надеюсь), у него просто не будет свободных 8 месяцев, чтобы провести в Кардиффе, а вот Джейми!Доктор... На сколько нам сейчас известно, у Джейми на данный момент официально не объявлен ни один проект на будущее, хотя на страничке его агента значится роль какого-то Капитана в сериале "The cloud", судя по тому, что можно нарыть про этот "The cloud", он в подвешенном состоянии не один год и когда его наконец снимут непонятно. Значит, 8 месяцев для съёмок у него есть. Плюс Оли за роль ГП добавляет ему 100 к признанию его актёрского таланта (как мне кажется) и вообще... Ходит очень много слухов о Докторе-женщине и я бы с удовольствием на это посмотрела, но если есть хоть малейшая возможность того, что Джейми станет новым Доктором, я бы очень хотела, чтоб это случилось, потому что я на все 100 уверена, что его Доктор будет абсолютно другой, ни на кого не похожий. Он не молодой как Смит или Теннант, не старый как Капальди, но и Экклстоновского в нём, как по мне, нет. И если с Сэмом!Доктором народ жалуется, что он будет просто ещё одним Одиннадцатым (с чем я полностью не согласна), то с Доктором!Джейми им даже жаловаться не на что, потому что если это будет, это будет не похоже ни на что. В общем, я ОЧЕНЬ хочу увидеть Джейми!Доктора. Вселенная, услышь, пожалуйста. Больше народу должны узнать о нашем солнышке!

Ну и вот эта прелесть: программка к Мере за меру
Действительно неразлучны, даже на бумаге



Ну и как только я увидела слово "неразлучны", я побежала гуглить попугаев неразлучников, просто потому что могу. И вот, что получилось:

@темы: Jamie Parker, Samuel Barnett, Паркнетт

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Неделя Бротцли. День 3: "Headcanons"

One of my hcs for Todd is that he becomes a grumpy depressed (and surprisingly needy) cat, I mean boyfriend, when he’s not feeling well. 😳 Plus I’m so down with the idea of Dirk being an attentive lover. Aw! (c)

Cuddles

So I saw this adorable art by @jaywani and this plot bunny just popped into my head, and this ficlet was the result!

Thanks for the inspiration and cutest art @jaywani!!!

Fandom: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency (TV 2016)
Characters: Dirk Gently, Todd Brotzman, Amanda Brotzman

Written for @brotzlyweek, Day 3 - headcanons

Teaser: “Amanda… something… something’s wrong with Todd!”


“Amanda… something… something’s wrong with Todd!”

Amanda lifted a brow curiously at the panic in Dirk’s voice on the other end of the line.

“What… is he having another attack? What’s wrong with him?”

“Well no, not an attack… but… well, I woke up this morning and he was still in bed, and I didn’t want to wake him, so I went out to buy us some breakfast, and when I got back I found him on the couch, but when I sat down next to him… well..”

“Yeah?” prompted Amanda.

“He’s hugging me, Amanda.”

“Hugging you?”

“Yes… arms all round, and and… he might even have grabbed onto my jacket very tightly around the back. I can’t see, but I can feel it bunching, not that I mind him doing that to my jacket… and…”

“And?”

“Well… I think he’s asleep… but… he looks so sad…”

Amanda burst into a giggle.

“Amanda… this is very serious,” admonished Dirk, frowning at her response. “Something is very wrong with Todd. Todd doesn’t… he doesn’t… I mean, he does hug sometimes… but not…”

“Dirk,” responded Amanda as she held back another giggle. “Feel his forehead.”

“What? Feel his forehead?”

Dirk hesitantly shifted Todd’s face from his jacket a little, placing his hand gently onto said forehead.

“Oh my, it’s very warm!”

Amanda giggled again.

“He’s just running a fever, Dirk. Todd always gets clingy like that when he’s sick. Just give him some aspirin, he’ll be fine.”

“Aspirin, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty sure he keeps some in his bathroom cabinet… You guys are just adorable by the way,” she cooed.

“Okay Amanda, I’ll get him some aspirin… but…”

“What is it, Dirk?”

“Well, he still looks so sad… and… he might even be whimpering?”

Amanda sighed.

“Look, give him his aspirin… and if you want to make him feel better, just… cuddle him.”

“Cuddle him?”

“Yeah… it’s the only way to make him less… miserable? Whenever he’s running a fever, he gets all weirdly pathetic like that. It used to be so annoying when I’ll be trying to finish my homework and he’ll just be sticking to me like glue… but, that’s just Todd.”

“Okay, aspirin and cuddles, got it. Thanks Amanda!”

Dirk hung up the phone, huffing slightly in relief that Amanda had provided him answers. Gently, he detached himself from Todd’s arms to get him his aspirin, the other man giving him a small grumbled sob in response.

“I’ll be right back,” he reassured him, running his hands through his hair a couple of times before making his way to the bathroom.

“Here Todd, you need to take these,” he told Todd when he got back with two pills and a glass of water. In the time he had been gone, Todd had wrapped himself into a pitiful looking ball, a deep frown on his face, his hands now wrapped tight around a couch cushion. Carefully, Dirk shook the man awake, sitting back down on the couch and propping Todd up against himself so he could help Todd take his medicine.

“Okay, now… hmm… cuddles,” said Dirk to himself, awkwardly pulling Todd into his arms. Todd quickly clung to him like a limpet, his hands rumpling Dirk’s jacket again, his face resting into Dirk’s chest. Not used to the unusual pose, Dirk sat stiffly for a few moments with his arms around Todd, breathing carefully so not to disturb the man from his sleep. He studied Todd’s face, noticing how the man slowly relaxed, his furrowed brows smoothing out until he looked like he was peacefully dozing. At the sound of Todd’s steady breaths, Dirk felt himself relaxing, feeling Todd mold into his embrace.

This… this was nice, Dirk decided, pulling Todd tighter into his arms when he heard Todd whimper again. He smiled when Todd burrowed his face fully into his chest.

“Hey, it’s alright… come here,” he soothed softly. (c)


Headcanon: Dirk must stop at every single street vendor he sees and get snacks. He always orders for two, even if Todd doesn’t want any, because “well you might get hungry later, Todd!”
Todd just assumes that the extra food he doesn’t eat gets thrown away, until they get captured and locked together in a tiny cell for 24 hours and manage to survive off half a stale hotdog, 3 packets of peanuts, and a hardened lump of melted candyfloss that Dirk was hoarding in his inner jacket pockets. (c)

so this WAS just gonna be a simple relationship headcanons text post but i decided to flesh it out and and word it a bit more fic-ishly anyway. this one’s a bit bittersweet lads.

enjoy <3

Todd doesn’t realise he and Dirk are living together until weeks after Dirk has already moved in.

It starts with small things- Dirk’s jackets turning up in the closet, Dirk’s toothbrush by the sink, Dirk’s favourite mug by the kettle. Dirk’s clutter- the good, the bad and the nonsensical- creeping into his own living space.

At first he just thinks they just spend a lot of time together- they’re friends, boyfriends and work colleagues, of course they spend a lot of time together. Of course Dirk stays over a lot. Of course it’s easier for him to leave some stuff here.

It takes Todd’s ratty old couch magically transforming into Dirk’s for the penny to drop.

Dirk used to own too many sets of pyjamas for a person who more often than not just conked out fully-clothed in front of the telly. He still does, but if anything he wears them even less.

There’s only one thing he really wants to wear when he sleeps, and that’s Todd’s Mexican Funeral Shirt. It’s soft, it’s comforting, and he’s probably less likely to get shot at in bed than anywhere else so clearly it’s the easiest way to keep his promise to Todd.

Todd always laughs and tells him he doesn’t have to take that comment so literally. Teases him mercilessly when he clambers into bed, still stubbornly clad in the increasingly well-worn shirt.

But when Dirk wakes up to find Todd already awake and watching him, he knows he’s not imagining the look of soft, unguarded fondness on Todd’s face.

Or the way his hand bunches in his shirt on Dirk’s waist when they kiss good morning.

Todd often catches Dirk eyeing his guitar. Sometimes he’ll even reach out with reverent, tentative hands and pluck the strings when he thinks Todd isn’t looking.

Until one day, when Todd decides enough is enough.

He rolls his eyes, sits Dirk down and teaches him a G-chord. Dirk doesn’t do terribly, and his eyes light up, and he looks at Todd like he hung the moon.

Every time Todd catches Dirk taking interest in the guitar, he teaches him a chord. When he runs out of chords, he gives him tips on perfecting his fingering. When he runs out of tips, he teaches him about chord progressions.

Dirk isn’t a natural by any stretch of the imagination. But he tries hard, and he hangs on Todd’s every word and whenever he manages a chord change without too much fumbling he grins like he’s just solved the heist of the century.

He’d never say it out loud, but their impromptu guitar lessons soon become a highlight of Todd’s week.

Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of careful, experimental threads of chords floating over from the couch, and he’ll know that Dirk is having the kind of night where he’d rather avoid sleep altogether.

But he’ll look over and see Dirk smiling softly down at his fingers as they frame the chords, and he’ll know that he’s okay.

Dirk just needs to feel like he’s the one manipulating the strings every now and then.

Dirk doesn’t always receive compliments from Todd but when he does, they’re as heartfelt and sincere as can be.

They’re also immediately downplayed by the sarcastic comment or exasperated insult that follows.

It used to sting, feeling like Todd couldn’t ever give him a compliment that wasn’t backhanded. Used to make him doubt their relationship, his place in Todd’s life.

Now though? Now it’s not such a hardship.

He understands Todd- possibly better than he’s ever understood another human being- and he knows that this is uncharted territory for him. Todd has never been a relationship person, never had one before that he didn’t immediately sabotage. Never reached the point of emotional vulnerability that they have. He has ways of coping, just like Dirk does.

When he tells Dirk he’s the bravest person he’s ever known, Dirk hears exactly that.

When he follows it up with “and the stupidest”, Dirk hears and I love you.

Todd isn’t sure he’s ever dated someone as tactile as Dirk. Honestly, the man has no concept of personal space.

It doesn’t always present itself in romantic, sexy or even comfortable ways. This isn’t the casual physical affection of college girlfriends who used to sit on his lap in crowded bars, of college boyfriends who used to drape themselves over him like blankets on the couch.

But Dirk had been grabbing, prodding, patting and generally making a nuisance of himself since day one. He touches Todd when he’s happy, when he’s sad, angry, afraid, overwhelmed. He touches Todd (and other people, but he has a particular fondness for Todd) because he can do that now after years of being starved for it. It grounds him in the moment, reassures him that what he’s seeing and feeling is real.

And Todd grumbles, and rolls his eyes and scowls for the benefit of whoever’s watching. But it’s healthy, it’s good, and he never turns Dirk away. He wouldn’t even want to.

The days when Dirk doesn’t reach out for him, or for anyone, the days when he keeps his eyes downcast and his hands to himself…

Those are the ones Todd worries about.

Dirk and Todd don’t become a couple until long after they’ve already started doing the things that couples do. Until they’ve already started living together, sleeping together, sharing minty kisses in the half light. They live, they laugh, they kiss, they hug.

And they fight.

They fight over the little things- over who was supposed to do the dishes, over who tracked crime scene blood over the carpet, over who ate the last of the Lucky Charms (Dirk, Dirk and Dirk).

And then there’s the not-so-little things. The things that they avoid talking about for as long as possible because when they do it’s like pouring salt into an open wound. Things like Dirk and his reckless, heat-of-the-moment endangerment of himself at the whims of the universe. Things like Todd’s emotional self-sabotage and inability to well and truly leave the past behind. They’re both self-destructive people, in their own ways. And it hurts. It hurts them both more than they think the other can possibly comprehend.

And so they fight- never physically, but viciously nonetheless. They know each other too well, back to front, good and bad. Know each other well enough to make their verbal punches hit where it hurts, even accidentally. And it is an accident, whenever either of them says something truly cutting. They don’t want to hurt each other, ever again, not after the Patrick Spring case and the painful separation by Blackwing that followed. But sometimes they just can’t help themselves.

Which, unfortunately, comes as a surprise to neither.

Because Todd always hurts the people he loves.

And Dirk can’t hold onto anyone, no matter how hard he tries.

And so sometimes, when their voices are hoarse and they’re all cried-out and left to stand in the fallout, they go their separate ways.

Dirk seeks sanctuary with Farah- when she hears him knock politely on her apartment door instead of clambering right through the window, she knows. She just knows.

Todd, with nowhere else to go, tracks down Amanda. Their relationship still isn’t perfect and her resentment hangs over them like a cloud- but she knows Todd, knows his mourning signs, and knows exactly what to do.

Sometimes it takes days, or weeks. Sometimes it takes Farah, Amanda and the Rowdies literally setting up an ambush because Dirk and Todd can both be stubborn arseholes when they feel like it.

But eventually, when the storm’s blown over and the dust has settled, they drift right back into each other’s orbit.

They look at each other, for the first time in far, far too long, and they smile as the universe tips back into balance.

They both know that this won’t be the last time. They’re both messed-up people with mountains of flaws and change is a slow process. Sooner or later they’ll break again, and it’ll be some time before they mend themselves.

But they will mend themselves. Every single time. Being together can be difficult, but it’s nothing compared to being apart.

To Todd, Dirk is hope. He’s warmth, and sunshine and unconditional love and affection. He’s mutual understanding. He’s magic and adventure and complete and utter fucking chaos. He’s living proof that whatever mistakes they make, whatever bridges they burn, somehow they’ll always wind up exactly where they need to be.

And to Dirk? To Dirk, Todd…

Todd is home.

He’s never really had one of those, but he thinks he rather likes it.

Honestly, ‘couple’ seems a rather pedestrian term to describe what they are. Doesn’t quite capture the enormity, the complexity, the sheer absurdity of them.

But they adopt it anyway, by mutually tacit agreement at some point in their relationship that neither can remember.

It makes first introductions less of a headache. (c)

@темы: dirkgently, brotzly week, фандомное

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СЭМ, БОЖЕ, НУ ЧТО ЖЕ ТЫ ТАКАЯ БУЛОЧКА С КОРИЦЕЙ-ТО, А?

@темы: Samuel Barnett, Сэм Барнетт няшка

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Неделя бротцли. День 2: "Jacket"

Dirk wanted to let Todd wear one of his Jackets since Todd’s Cool Punk Jacket is pretty much fried from the maze. It turned out to be too big and Dirk cannot believe how adorable his boyfriend looks. He snaps a picture and sends it to Amanda before Todd can even blink.
(c)


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(с)

@темы: dirkgently, brotzly week, фандомное

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Неделя бротцли на тамблере. День 1: "First"

Сегодня началась неделя бротцли на тамблере. Тема первого дня — "First". Первое что угодно. Люди несут кучи годного контента и я просто не могу не принести его сюда.
Итак, поехали.


Their first date.
They rarely ever go on dates. They barely have time to breathe with the universe pushing them along. Their first real date wasn’t planned. They had been running around for hours on a case. It was late in the evening and suddenly there was an empty field in front of them, a blanket, and stars in the sky. Maybe this was the universes’s way of finally giving them a moment of peace. Todd sat watching his boyfriend talk excitedly and point out cool stars. This was the moment Todd realized he was in love. (с)


Brotzly week #1: (First) First Dance
Dirk’s an impulsive child and, spoiler alert, they fall. (с)


Their first dance. Todd is a little drunker than Dirk would probably like him to be. (c)


(с)


(с)


First time got drunk together
(с)

(c)

Todd had no idea why it took him so long to notice it. But once he had noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing it.

Dirk Gently never hugged anyone.

Which was… Weird. Well, sure, okay, some people just weren’t big into physical contact and that was fair enough- but Dirk? He had no concept of personal space! Since the day they met there’d been prodding, patting, grabbing- the guy had hands that moved a mile a minute and he wasn’t in the business of keeping them to himself.

So why no hugging?

He watched in bewilderment as Dirk bid Farah and Amanda goodbye for the day with a smile and a few awkward shoulder pats. He kind of figured at least Amanda might get a hug out of him, but no. Nada. He tactfully waited ‘til the girls were gone before he mentioned it.

“Hey, Dirk?” He said lightly, putting down his phone.

Dirk looked at him, tilting his head in curiosity. “Yes, Todd?”

Todd flapped his mouth a bit. Now that he thought about it, it seemed kinda pushy and weird to ask. But, well, he’d come this far. “Uh… Y'know, you don’t have to be shy. Around us.” Dirk looked confused and he was forced to elaborate. “I mean you don’t have to hold back, or whatever. I’m sure Amanda wouldn’t punch you if you wanted to give her a hug sometime.”

“Oh,” said Dirk, shifting about awkwardly. “Oh. Um, right, yes. Hugs, absolutely. Yes, I am good at… Hugs.”

“Hey, look, if you don’t want to that’s-”

“No!” Dirk’s face flushed red with embarrassment at his outburst. “I mean- yes, I would like to… Hug. Someone. Maybe.”

“Dirk…” Todd said slowly, heart sinking. “When was the last time anyone hugged you?”

“…”

Oh, no. No, this was fucking bullshit. Todd stood up from his desk and walked round it. “Dirk,” he said, a little self-conscious and trying hard not to let it show. “D'you wanna…” He cleared his throat and opened his arms.

Dirk stared at him, wide-eyed. “Are you- are you sure you want me to…?”

Ouch. Todd nodded, taking another step closer. “Yeah. Yeah, I mean, that’s what friends do, right? Hugs and stuff.”

“Hugs and stuff,” Dirk agreed quietly, still staring at Todd as if he could disappear at any given moment.

“Dirk?”

“Hm?”

“These… These things usually work best if you do it too.”

“Oh! Right, yes, let me just…”

Dirk eyed Todd’s outstretched arms warily, and stiffly imitated him. When he finally stepped into his embrace he did so with trepidation and not a little awkward arm repositioning as he shuffled about in search of the optimum arrangement. It was one of the weirdest, stiffest hugs Todd had ever been a part of.

And then Dirk finally managed to get his arms comfortably around Todd’s shoulders, chin propped carefully against the top of his head, and something just sort of… Clicked. Despite his uncertainty, Todd found himself melting into the embrace a little, face tucked up against Dirk’s chest, arms wound tightly round his waist, and it just felt right in some deep-seated way that he couldn’t quite define.

“Oh,” Dirk said softly, arms squeezing Todd a little tighter. “This… This is nice.”

“Yeah,” Todd agreed, voice a little choked. “Yeah, yeah this- this is good.”

They both fell quiet, nothing to hear besides their own slow, even breaths as the noise of the street below faded to an indistinct background hum.

“…Todd?”

“Yeah?”

“Why on earth haven’t we done this before?”
(с)

First time Todd says he loves Dirk.

“Why are you calling me, Todd?” Amanda’s voice on the other end of the line sounds flat and bored and it’s easy to believe, for just a moment that on the other end of the line she is wandering around her lonely home, hiding from the world.
But she isn’t, he reminds himself. His sister doesn’t hide anymore. She’s probably riding in the back of that van filled with the anarchist punk vampires who wrecked his apartment. The general scramble in the background confirms his suspicion. He can hear someone offer to threaten him with death and she says “gimme a second, Vogel.”
“Listen. I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now but–”
She huffs a laugh but says, “say what you’re gonna say, Todd.”
He swallows hard and instantly regrets making this call. There was a time when he told Amanda everything. But even then, even before he had never talked about–
“I think I’m in love with Dirk,” he blurts out. As soon as the words leave his mouth he cringes.
“Oh my God.”
“Listen, sis. I know this might be a surprise–”
“Oh my God,” Amanda repeats. “Oh my God.”
“Is it. Really that surprising?”
“No,” Amanda laughs out loud. “No. Oh God, no. That’s why I’m–Todd. Everyone knows.”
“They–they do?”
“Yeah. Everyone. Except maybe–You’ve told DIRK, haven’t you?”
“If it’s so obvious then why should I have to say anything? I’ve been living with him for a month.”
“Yeah, because Dorian DIED in YOUR apartment.”
“No, because your friends–” Todd stops himself just in time to keep from starting an argument. “–you know what, nevermind. You don’t think he knows?”
“It’s Dirk.”
“Do you think that he–”
“Yes! Stop wasting time talking to me and go talk to him,” he can almost hear Amanda’s rapid-fire eyerolling over the phone.
“I. Okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I–I will.”
“Good.”
“Amanda? Thanks.”
“Yeah. Goodbye loser.”
“BYE LOSER” chorus some voices from Amanda’s end of the line. She hangs up, leaving Todd holding his phone in bemusement. Taking a deep breath and standing, he shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans and exits his bedroom.
Dirk is in the living room watching Food Network with rapt attention. He looks up at Todd, expression concerned. “These people are seriously misinformed as to the nature of biscuits.”
Todd circles around the couch and sits down. “Dirk, can we talk?”
Dirk eyes him suspiciously. “Yes?”
Todd reaches for the remote and mutes the television. Dirk turns to him, attentive to what he is about to say. He looks at the shoulder of his yellow jacket rather than his face. “I think. This is something I’ve needed to tell you for a while.”
Dirk’s eyes widen. “You’re a robot!”
“I am. Not. I’m,” he takes another deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. “Dirk. I think. I’m. In love with you?”
Dirk’s eyes grow even wider, if it’s possible. He stares at Todd for a second and then grins. “Good.”
“Good? Dirk, is that all? I just told you–”
“Everything is connected, Todd. Everything. But especially you and me.”
Todd takes this as an invitation, and although he hesitates at first he finally reaches slowly for Dirk’s hand and thinks that maybe just this once the Universe has gotten something right.
(c)

@темы: dirkgently, brotzly week, фандомное

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Пора орать про охуительность Сэма





ВЫ ТОЛЬКО ПОСМОТРИТЕ НА ЭТОГО ПИРОЖОЧКА! ОТКУДА ТЫ ТАКОЙ КРАСИВЫЙ ВЗЯЛСЯ, А?
Почти всё интервью стоял и мило улыбался, но КАК УЛЫБАЛСЯ, Ё МОЁ!!!
Жутко хочу нарезать из этого кучу гифок, но мой ноут всё ещё сломан -__-

@темы: Samuel Barnett, Сэм Барнетт няшка

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Юбилей!

А У НАС ЮБИЛЕЙ!!! НАС СТАЛО ЦЕЛЫХ 30 В ГРУППЕ ПО ДЖЕЙМИ!!! ЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫЫ
Всем Паркеро-пикспам за мой счёт!












ну до чего же хорош, чертяка

upd: ну и кто там такой умный отписаться решил?

upd2: бубубу отменяется, нас теперь даже 31 :3

@темы: Jamie Parker

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Я не ребложила это на тамблере, не скидывала никому в вк, но я всё-таки принесу это сюда, потому что несмотря на то, что написано это было достаточно давно, оно написано настолько жизненно, что блин... блиииин! В свете последних событий и того факта, что я до сих пор воспринимаю поездки в метро без особого энтузиазма, это настолько сильно бьёт по больному, что я почти плачу


ANONYMOUS:I've been getting into Pablo Neruda's poems lately and they make me cry but it's just so fucking good I keep coming back for more. Anyway, his poem 'Don't go far off, not even for a day' reminds me of Posner so much, and I could just imagine him reciting it to himself while worrying about Scripps coming home when it's raining really heavily or something like that.

asexualscripps: ohhh man this gave me the biggest plot bunny tho i’ll warn you that this is not that nice in terms of a plot event:

so, right, it’s the mid-90s and they’ve moved to Manchester together, into a little house on the outskirts and they’ve probably got a cat (Scripps got a job at one of the northern branches of the big papers so they had to move, and Posner manages to get a temp position at one of the posher schools there)

then, it’s just a Saturday in June and nothing’s going on, they’ve nothing planned except a quiet dinner in with Scripps’s parents that night. Scripps has a last minute piece he needs to get to the office for the Sunday issue, so he picks up his bags and his papers and the car keys, kisses Posner before he leaves and says he’ll be back soon.

then the city centre gets blown up.

and Posner doesn’t find out immediately, because this was pre-everyone having a phone on their person at all times, so he gets a call a few hours after the fact from Akthar (who’d found out through one of his wife’s colleagues) panicking like “are you both okay??”

and Posner doesn’t know what’s going on so Akthar tells him and Posner immediately flies into a panic because Scripps work oh god where is he is he okay is he alive is he is he is he–

so he hangs up on Akthar without so much as a goodbye, rings around every hospital and none of them have heard anything and even if they have he’s not sure they’d tell him anything because he’s just a “friend”, he’s not family and they’re not married and it is the 90s so the whole boyfriend-of-ten-years thing isn’t something they want to blurt out to people they don’t know and trust.

so he has to wait and wait and wait and it’s horrible and he about drinks the house out of tea and he cries, a lot, and he sits there staring at the door and he just starts by thinking this poem to himself, to try and calm his thoughts down, except that only works for so long so he ends up saying it and saying it over and over until it’s almost turning dark and there’s still no sign and he’s starting to wonder whether it’s worth calling the hospitals again to see if they’ve heard anything more and–

and then there’s the noise of a key in a lock and Posner’s on his feet and Scripps is there, a bit worse for wear and there’s a bit of blood on his shirt (“Not mine,” he’ll insist later, when Posner asks. “The woman next to me, she was hurt and I couldn’t just leave her there.”) but he’s okay and he’s not hurt and he’s whole and he’s there and Posner’s crying more than he’ll admit to (but so is Scripps, because what they leave out of news reports of bombings is the way it shakes you out of your bones and pushes your organs into your mouth and you feel nothing but fear fear fear) and they’re kissing against the wall of the hallway and the front door is barely shut and they should really call Scripps’s parents and Akthar and everyone just so they know they’re alright.

and then Posner mumbles it under his breath, like a litany against the line of Scripps’s jaw, “Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because – because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you–”

@темы: the history boys

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А я насмотрелся Историков и Dirty Weekend с Джейми и теперь у меня в голове Скриппс и Познер только приехали в Париже, заселились в отель и Поз сразу пытается потащить Скриппса гулять, на что Скриппс читает ему вот это:

да, я всё ещё не могу перестать думать о "muttering romantic quotes into each other's ear"
тут стихотворение начинается с 3й строфы, потому что так под ситуацию подходит, в вк есть полная версия
а ещё у меня появилась идея, как можно превратить фразу Поза "Only you don't catch God ponsing about in his underpants" в Поз/Скриппс клип под бевитчед или гифку на крайняк но я не могу сделать ни того, ни того, потому что у меня нет компа, рррр

@темы: Jamie Parker

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Shirtless Jamie

за что я, помимо всего прочего, люблю Джейми, так это за то, что у него много вот такого

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Кстати, привет,  Kintosha!
Очень рада тебя здесь видеть :3

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Я не умир, я шнатценпюгал и пытался сдать все зачёты вовремя, вышло не очень, но теперь у меня хоть намного больше времени подготовиться, поэтому я убежал отвечать всем, кому не ответил

@темы: сессия-хуессия, студенчество

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А я снова тащу с тамблера Чувства по историкам :3
Наткнулась на пост хедканонов о Скриппсе и Позе. Я не со всем согласна, не всё мне нравится, но ровно одно предложение снова отправило меня в далёкие дали и заставило мозг придумать кучу сцен:
"A lot of muttering romantic quotes into each other's ear"
Вы только представьте себе это. У меня сейчас даже слов не хватает вообще никаких и не на что, только образы в голове, но я обязательно когда-нибудь об этом что-нибудь напишу

@темы: History boys, scripps x pos

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Я притащу это и сюда, потому что у меня Много Чувств по этому поводу




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Я увидел "A husband" и меня унесло далеко и надолго. Не понимаю, как я это пропустила на тамблере, когда это только опубликовали. Кажется, я напишу об этом фанфик как только смогу. Только сейчас поняла, что на всех совместных фотках Сэма и Джейми можно представлять Скриппса и Поза и КАКАЯ ИЗ НИХ ТОГДА ПОЛУЧАЕТСЯ ПАРА ГОСПОДИ. Наверняка все давно так делают, а я слоу как всегда, но вы только представьте себе Поза, постящего

вот это

на какую-нибудь их со Скриппсом годовщину.

*Скатилась в фангёрлинг капсом*

АААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА!!!!! БЛИН, БЛИН, БЛИН! Я ПОШЛА ПЕРЕСМАТРИВАТЬ ФОТКИ В ГРУППЕ ПО ПАРКНЕТТУ В ВК И ОНИ ТЕПЕРЬ ВЫЗЫВАЮТ У МЕНЯ СОВЕРШЕННО НОВЫЙ СПЕКТР ЧУВСТВ! ААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА!!!!! БЛЕН! СПАСИТЕ МЕНЯ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, Я НЕ ЗНАЮ, КУДА ДЕВАТЬ ЭТИ ЧУВСТВА АААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА

@темы: Jamie Parker, Samuel Barnett, history boys, scripps x posner