Oh YES !!!!!!
Holy shit, y’all. This is big. I mean, I am skeptical of any project about Freddie because it’s Freddie, but I’m into Rami Malek and Allen Leech sharing a screen.
Allen Leech Joins ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ As Paul Prenter, Freddie Mercury’s Judas
This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month… I am SO sorry that I haven’t done anything about it! But I am now rectifying this! Here goes.
“Hurry up Tom!” Sybil shouted down the stairs.
Sybil had remained upstairs to strip their bed of dirty sheets, whilst Tom had gone down to the laundry to fetch clean ones.
Sybil had now finished stripping the bed, but Tom hadn’t yet returned with fresh ones.
“Coming!” he called back up to his wife.
“Hey love,” Tom said when he finally returned to the bedroom.
“Hey, where were you?” Sybil said, turning to face him. Her words faded slightly as she looked at him, realising that he was no longer wearing a top.
“Sorry,” Tom said, placing the fresh sheets on the side. “I got myself a drink before I got the sheets, but I spilled it on my top, so I have to deal with that first.”
“I approve of your solution,” Sybil said, suddenly short of breath.
“You do?” Tom said, quirking an eyebrow and smirking slightly. In three large paces, he was by Sybil. He lifted her into his arms and fell onto the unmade bed with her.
Sybil squealed as she fell, but then laughed when she found herself in such close proximity to Tom.
Her laughs were stifled by Tom’s lips pressing against hers. Suddenly Sybil’s mind wandered to something else entirely, as Tom’s hands explored the curves of her body – curves he knew well, but that he would never get tired of exploring.
Maybe making the bed could wait until later, after all other activities were completed…
Victorian Sybil.
THEY JUST KEEP JUMPING ON THE COUNTER. AND CRAWLING UP HER LEG. THIS IS THE GREATEST PROBLEM YOU COULD EVER HAVE
This is both adorable and stressful to watch. Damn it, kittens, be good! Food’s coming!
OH MY GOD SHE NAMED ONE OF HER CATS OBAMA
LET THEM EAT
I’ve been working all evening on picsets for tomorrow, and I can’t wait to show them! I hope they inspire many an S/T and M/M fan! (and of course, lovers of bromance!) ;oP
Day 148
“BRANSON: For now, God knows, it’s enough that I can kiss you.”
All screencaps from Jessica-BrownFindlay.com, all transcripts from Script Line
CHAPTER TWO OF SPARE BRIDES – THE MIDDLE MAN
The Napiers were, unsurprisingly, as charming as ever. In Clarissa Napier, she had found something of a confidant and mentor during her season – following an ill advised visit to a vote count in Ripon when she was eighteen (one in which she’d ended up unconscious and almost costing the poor chauffeur his job), her father had wanted to put a stop to her politics but, as with most other things when it came to his youngest daughter, Robert had been brought around with just a little persuasion from his wife, had agreed to allow her to continue on the condition she was chaperoned at all times. With a Viscountess at her side, it was impossible for Sybil to get into trouble, and so it was that she’d swapped rallies and canvassing for committee meetings and tea – it wasn’t ideal in Sybil’s world, but it was a compromise…
And it hadn’t lasted.
Now that she was a free and independent woman, she had joined the cause once more. Whilst some women had the vote, it still wasn’t enough, and Sybil had once again joined the cause, a common interest that even to this day she still shared with Clarissa.
“Oh I wish I had more time to get involved,” Sybil lamented as the two women conversed in the drawing room before dinner. “But my studies have been keeping me busy. So many seem to have given up now that some have the vote.”
Clarissa smiled fondly at her young protege. “The day will come when everyone will, I’m certain of it,” she said. “Especially while their are still women like you pushing for change. It’s an admirable cause.”
“My father still doesn’t think so,” replied Sybil. “And Granny is more convinced than ever that all I need is the right man to come along and change my opinions and priorities.”
“And what do you think?”
“That the right man would never ask me to.”
“You know, Evelyn is a strong supporter of suffrage too.”
“I should hope so, with a mother such as you bringing him up.”
Clarissa laughed. “He’s to spend an awful lot more time in London in the coming months,” said the Viscountess. “Perhaps you could introduce him to some like-minded people?”
Sybil nodded. “I’ve known Evelyn since I was a girl,” she replied. “He’d be most welcome.”
Clarissa smiled to herself as she took a sip of her cocktail…
Sybil, it seemed, wasn’t the only person set on playing matchmaker for her son.
Musings of a Yankee Countess 