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17/06

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Do you think Havers ever returned to Button House after Cap died? Do you think he returned to the room where they held hands one last time? Or do you think he visits Cap's grave? Leaves flowers when nobody's looking? Kisses his fingers and trails over the name "James", etched into stone like it's etched on his heart? Did he think of Cap when he was old and grey, wondering if he'd be waiting on the other side for him when everything faded?

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BEN WILLBOND | Ghosts DVD Bonus: Meet the Ghosts

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BBC Ghosts is meant to be funny, why am I crying over 1940s gays?????

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bbc ghosts (2019-2023)

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pov: you are about to have a gay experience so intense that you literally die

(Lieutenant Anthony Havers from Ghosts. i love the framing of this shot so i decided to draw it lol)

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nah, fuck you. i was good enough, and you made me believe i wasn't.

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Favorite detail of this whole fight scene is The Captain very clearly seeing Pat being the aggressor and thrashing Thomas and still telling Thomas to stand down, illustrating two things we already know by now: 1. The Captain is ride or die for Pat and 2. He also just Does Not Like Thomas. He went into that scrap biases blazing

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Useful communication (request)

“My sweet, sweet Alison,” cooed Thomas, his hands clasped above where his fluttering heart would be, “surely you could stay here a little longer? For me?” The poet batted his lashes, praying that his sweet love would choose to stay in Button House.

Alison pressed her lips into a thin line, seemingly judgemental. “As much as I’m sure you’d appreciate it, I’m still not staying, Thomas. I’ve been arranging this party for weeks, I can’t just back out because some dead, regency bloke told me to.”

“You’ve got to let the woman enjoy her life, mate.” Sighed Pat, folding his arms over his chest and adjusting his old, 80s frames. For the past hour, Thomas had been badgering poor Alison as she got ready to leave for a family reunion between a few of her cousins — now finally applying the last few touches of her makeup before packing her handbag.

“Y’know whilst you’re out, you wouldn’t mind nicking a few of those cocktails that Nikki makes for me, would you?” Pondered Mike as he strolled towards his wife, currently wearing a thick hoodie, a pair of random joggers and some pink, fluffy slippers that Alison had forgotten to wear recently. “I think they’re probably the best ones I’ve ever had.” He remarked dreamily, imagining the sweet taste of tropical ice and sharp vodka rushing over his tongue.

“A cocktail? A cocktail is like…well, it’s like a really strong, sweet wine.” Explained Alison, seemingly speaking to one of the ghosts beside her as she applied some lipstick. She was always surrounded by those ghosts. What were their names again? Mike was sure there was a Pat and a Julia..or was it Julian? Then there was a Fanny and a Captain. Oh, and there was most definitely a Thomas! Mike couldn’t help but wish he could speak to those ghosts himself, he’d always found himself left out of jokes, conversations and even events!

“So who’s next to you this time?” He asked, stealing a piece of chocolate from his wife’s drawer with a quick smirk.

“Oi! Well, it’s just Thomas…and Pat…and basically everyone else now. Y’know you don’t have to congregate in here guys!”

“Oh, let me reminisce partying in peace!” Remarked Julian, huffing and folding his arms over his chest miserably at the thought of never being able to chug alcohol and have a cheeky hook up in some random room.

“Reminiscing won’t do you any good, mate,” said Pat, “plus, we can still party here, can’t we?”

“Oo, Alison, please may we party?” Begged Kitty as she hopped into the room, hands clasped together and squeezing each other tightly in excitement.

“No! Look, can you guys please just let me get ready? We can arrange that at another time, we don’t even have enough space in the house right now!” Snapped Alison, feeling her husband’s worried gaze fall onto her.

“Space wouldn’t exactly be a problem for us-“ began Captain, awkwardly bouncing on his heels.

“Shh! One mustn’t irritate a lady! It can cause terrible wrinkles!” Ordered Fanny from the other side of the room, previously having been gazing out of a window in the nearest room before coming in to hear the conversation.

“Thank you, Fanny..” murmured Alison, finally finishing her lipstick and throwing her phone into her bag. “Right,” she stated, standing up, “I’ll see you at around nine, I won’t stay out too late.” She smiled, moving to kiss Mike’s cheek before making her way out of the room.

Thomas glared at Mike, practically seething with jealousy. Why couldn’t that be him? All he wanted was to have Alison to himself. All he ever wanted to do was run his fingers through her silky, brown hair, brush his thumbs over her rosy cheeks and recite his love poems to her and await her sweet reaction. “Alison!” Called the poet, following his love out of the room whilst the rest of the ghosts stood within the bedroom. He would not be staying with Mike all night.

“Me want party.” Grunted Robin.

“Me too.” Nodded Julian.

“So do I!!” Nodded Kitty eagerly.

“I can’t exactly say that I’ve been to a party besides the one that Alison had here a few months ago but, er, I too agree.” Added Captain.

“Well we can’t party now! Alison’s gone and there’s nobody for us to party with besides each other!” Reasoned Pat, seemingly upset by the thought.

“Hold on…there is one person we could part with..” Suggested Julian, his gaze narrowing down on an oblivious Mike who was now chilling in bed with a huge bowl of tiramisu whilst his dead housemates conversed.

“Ohhh.” The ghosts all replied in unison, gradually smiling in excitement.

“Maybe he could talk into the telephone and get some other people to join us, some..friendly gentlemen..” murmured Captain in thought, his voice trailing off. “And some nice ladies, of course.”

“Right. Sorted!” Grinned Julian, rubbing his hands together. “So, how do we get him to communicate with us?”

“You could always knock over a vase or something, that’s what you normally do.” Shrugged Pat.

“You poke him. Get him to use phone, call friends.” Suggested Robin.

“That’s a pretty solid plan, actually.” Agreed Julian.

And with that, the politician moved towards an oblivious Mike whilst the others watched as he used all his might to prod at Mike’s arm. “What the..oi! Look, I know Alison puts up with you guys all the time and she’d want me to as well but tonight I’m resting.” Huffed Mike, frowning before shoving another spoon of tiramisu into his mouth. Maybe he didn’t want to communicate with those ghosts. Actually, scratch that. The last time he did, they saved him from being robbed. “Actually, never mind. What is it?” He replied, looking around at the ceiling.

“He’s never going to stop thinking we’re up there, will he?” Sighed Thomas as he poked his head through the doorway, likely having chased Alison down the driveway a few minutes prior.

“How am I supposed to answer that?” Grilled Julian, eyes searching his friends for ideas.

“Uhh…oh! Try and nudge his phone! Maybe use that notes thing that Alison was talking about yesterday!” Replied Kitty.

“Perfect!” Cheered Julian, using whatever force he could to push Mike’s phone around before the man picked it up and let Julian type in what he wanted to.

“Party.”

“Party?” Questioned Mike. “Wait..you guys want to party?”

“Yes. With you. Lights. Kylie Minogue.”

“Do we always need to play that when we get to dance, Thomas?” Whined Pat, practically sick of hearing all of her songs on repeat every time Thomas made contact with a speaker.

“What? Her words are the finest poetry I’ve ever heard!”

“What about that Billie Piper?” Suggested Captain sheepishly. “I believe her songs are quiet..groovy..?”

“You like pop, don’t you Captain?” Grinned Kitty. “You always tap your feet when I play the Spice girls and especially Britney Spears!”

“Well, I can’t exactly argue..they all make very nice rhythms.” Answered the solider sheepishly, feeling everyone’s gaze on him.

“Okay. Billie Piper, Kylie Minogue, Spice Girls and Britney. Anything else?” Announced Julian, fingers hovering over Mike’s phone whilst he curiously waited for the ghosts’s requests.

“Could we do some Michael Jackson?” Chimed Pat.

“Kylie Minogue. Billie Piper. Britney Spears. Spice Girls. Michael Jackson.”

“Wow. I’m seriously getting a bunch of ghosts to put in their song requests for a party.” Muttered Mike, dumbfounded. “At least you guys have good taste.” He shrugged. He took a moment to scoff the rest of his tiramisu before hopping out of bed and hunting down a few speakers, some disco lights and a few decorative drinks for the ghosts (Julian) to stare at.

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“Are you sure you guys don’t mind being alone? I messaged a few of my mates but they’ve not replied…y’know, seeing as it’s nine o’clock at night.” Wondered Mike, phone still held out so Julian could type into it.

“Yes.”

Welp. That settled it. Mike clicked play onto a shuffled playlist of all the songs that the ghosts asked for and watched as the empty room was filled with loud, fun music and shining lights. A bustling energy brewed within him and before he knew it, Mike was singing along to some random pop tunes from twenty years ago and hitting some great dance moves.

Unbeknownst to him, Humphrey’s head cheered him on from the nearest coffee table whilst he watched Kitty teach Captain and Thomas some dance moves whilst Robin stared at some alcoholic beverages as Julian taught him the history behind them and how to make them. The invitation had gone so far that even the plague ghosts were allowed up to come and party! Humphrey had never seen them so happy!

Despite being unable to see them, Mike could feel the joy within the room and he couldn’t help but be filled with it too. He danced and swayed with the music and even made himself his own little cocktail. Even if he couldn’t communicate with them that well, it felt nice to speak to the ghosts for once. They seemed nice and had great music taste. It was nice to be included. Now he understood why Alison liked them so much.

Speaking of Alison, just as Mike thought about her, the sound of her shocked laughter came from the nearest doorway. “Oh, my God!” She grinned. “You did all this? Was it for them?”

“Yeah! One of ‘em typed a bunch of stuff into my phone and here we are. I can’t even see them but it’s actually great.” Smiled Mike.

“Well, you’ve done a great job! Cmon, dance with me!” Beamed Alison, taking her husband’s arms and swaying to the beat of the newest song playing.

Maybe Mike should’ve spoken to these ghosts sooner!

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number one thing that i think would fix him is kissing a man

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I just finished BBC Ghosts.

I know, late watcher. But my god, I love it.

Julian's speech in the penultimate episode solidified why he is my 2nd favorite character. I know the character is "morally bankrupt", but I can't help it. Simon Farnaby is too funny. ORDAAH!!

My favorite character, of course, is the Captain. He had the best story for me, and it was utterly heartbreaking. Also so cute when he makes his weird Captain noises. And, I'm not ashamed to say it - I simp over Ben Willbond. That man is gorgeous!

That being said, I still do love all the characters. Perfect ending. Made me cry.

I will miss this show so much.

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14/06

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The cast of "Ghosts"

Living

Charlotte Ritchie as Alison Cooper

Kiell Smith-Bynoe as Michael 'Mike' Cooper

Ghosts

Lolly Adefope as Katherine 'Kitty' Higham

Mathew Baynton as Thomas Angus Thorne

Simon Farnaby as Julian Fawcett MP 

Martha Howe-Douglas as Lady Stephanie 'Fanny' Button (née Colebrooke)

Jim Howick as Patrick ‘Pat’ Butcher

Laurence Rickard as Rogh/'Robin' / Head of Sir Humphrey Bone

Ben Willbond as The Captain

Katy Wix as Mary Guppy (series 1–4)

Yani Xander as the Body of Sir Humphrey Bone

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Lmao

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Y'all I made a thing

(THE FACE AND HAND LMAO-)