#aidan turner characters

[stelly38]

Aidan’s characters as husband material.  After I weighed it all out, it looks like I’m going with Russel, which is surprising.  And yes, the availability of indoor plumbing and contraceptives in each situation figured greatly into my choices.  Can’t really complain about Russel, though.

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The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

[gayles55]

The prompt was to post nine of your favorite characters. Not sure about the rest of it, LOL but am going to ask my friends to do this as well. Tell me who your favorites are @blairsanne @lisstu @kathyg-61 @disdaidal @silvermoon-scrolls and anyone else who wants to play!

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Christmas Crackers

John Mitchell x Reader

Words: 4869

Summary: Having taken in a new vampire turned by Herrick’s crew, Mitchell does his best to ease her transition. The reader mourns the loss of her mortal life during her first holiday season without her family. The house comes together to help. 

Notes: It’s beginning to look a lot like Trope-mas… But seriously, I know I’ve kind of been M.I.A for a while. I’ve been working on school and some original works that have taken up a lot of my brain. I hope to write more often, especially for my favorite vampire. Mitchell, as I’ve said, is probably one of my biggest comfort characters. I thought it would be fun to do Christmas with the Being Human gang. One of my favorite parts of the show is the dynamic between their supernatural problems and their ‘human’ moments and I thought Christmas would be fun for that! (I’m only on season two, so I don’t know if they have one in the show) Let me know what you think and happy holidays to those who celebrate! 

Warnings: Oh so obnoxiously sweet. (and my usual angst, of course)

More Mitchell Imagines HERE

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5 months ago

You stood trembling on the stoop. Eyes darting at every movement. Body so awake it hurt. Everything buzzed. It burned. You knew what would stop it. They told you what to do. But you couldn’t. Not again. Not ever again. 

Your shaking hand rapped against the door. You watched it like you were no longer inside of your body. You were somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere hungry. 

God, please be you. You thought. Please answer. 

You knocked again. 

The door swung open and a pair of confused hazel eyes met yours. Your own confusion took over for a moment. 

The man from the hospital? 

You wanted to cry, though whether from relief or desperation, you couldn’t tell. He didn’t say anything. His face just morphed with slow realization as he understood. You weren’t sure how, but he knew. He knew why you were there. 

And where you came from. 

You held his gaze. “Are you Mitchell?”

-

Present Day

The neighbors still weren’t quite used to you. Of the inhabitants, you tended to stay tucked away the most. It’s not that you chose to become a recluse. You missed waving at people or yelling something at someone driving like a knob. You missed people. But their heartbeats wouldn’t leave you alone. 

You watched out the window of your room like a phantom behind the curtain. The brisk air outside cooled the glass to your touch. People bustled around, gift bags or evergreen wreaths in hand. Today was the day you were supposed to be putting up the tree in your parent’s living room. It was your turn to put the tree topper on. 

The glass fogged up, blocking your view. You wiped a tear from your cheek. 

A familiar dark car pulled up to the curb. George got out first. He looked irritated, but that wasn’t unusual. He was bickering with the car’s driver. 

Mitchell looked up at the window. It’s where he could usually find you. He gave you a small smile and waved. Your breathing hitched. Today had been hard, the thirst worse than it had been in weeks. But seeing him gave you the reassurance you didn’t realize you needed. 

“Does she ever come away from there?” George asked, following his companions' gaze. “I mean, it’s gotten a little creepy, don’t you think?” 

“She likes it,” Mitchell shrugged. “It makes her feel… a part of everything still.” 

“She has a job down the road. She goes out now and again. It isn’t as if she isn’t allowed to leave.” 

“She isn’t harming anything.” Mitchell scowled. “Let her be.” 

George grabbed his bag and shuddered. “I feel like I’m in a Victorian novel.” 

“Will you just help me with these?” Mitchell shoved a shopping bag into the werewolf’s arms. 

You came down the stairs and were promptly handed a mug of tea by Annie. 

“How are you feeling?” Having been stuck in the house with you all day, she was well aware of how hellish it’d been. She even had to talk you out of going to work a few times. 

You nodded and took a drink. “Better.” 

The boys came through the door and you both smiled. George gave you a nod, but Mitchell knew. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

You looked at Annie. “How does he do that?” 

She shrugged hopelessly in response and took your tea. Mitchell stepped towards you, eyes filled with worry, arms filled with… were those ornaments? 

“What’s that for?” 

“Don’t avoid the question,” he said sternly, setting the bags aside. He searched your face and put his hands on your shoulders. “Did something happen?” 

“Nothing, I swear.” You pushed away from him and moved to the sofa. “I just… had an off day.” 

“I don’t like the sound of that,” George chimed in. “‘Off day’ sounds like someone died.” 

“She called sick for work,” Annie said. 

“And I didn’t go anywhere.” You curled up with your arms around your legs and try and hide your trembling. “Promise. I could just feel it more today and… and…” Your hand went unconsciously to your throat. You wanted to kick yourself. You’d been doing so well. 

Mitchell could hear the pain in your voice. The fight for control was one he’d lost so many times. Seeing you go through it broke his heart. But you were trying. That’s what mattered. 

“Come here,” he soothed, pulling you into his arms. He tucked your head under his chin and rubbed slow circles down your arms. He could feel you shake against him and held you a little tighter. 

“I didn’t hurt anyone. I didn’t hurt anyone.” You repeated it more to yourself than to him, like a prayer. He kissed your forehead. 

“I know,” he whispered against your soft skin. “I’m proud of you. You’re so much stronger than I was.” Your whimpers turned to sobs. He looked over at George and Annie. The two nodded and retreated to the kitchen. “It’s alright. I know, love. It’s alright.”

-

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” George asked, brushing artificial pine needles off of his hands. 

“What Y/N needs is a bit of normality,” Mitchell explained. He set a box of ornaments on the table. He glanced at the two women in the kitchen making cocoa to accompany the cozy decorations. 

“And holly and mistletoe are going to solve that?” 

Mitchell scowled. “She needs our support, George. It isn’t just the end of her first year as a vampire.” He hung the wreath on the door, expression saddening with sympathy. “It’s her first Christmas without her family.” 

A glimpse of understanding passed over George’s expression. He hadn’t thought about it that way. And what could a few decorations hurt, anyway?

“Who wants hot chocolate?” You called, arms full of steaming mugs. The beaming smile on your face warmed Mitchell’s heart. If he hadn’t seen the state you were in an hour ago, he’d never known anything had been amiss. You handed George a mug and leaned over to Mitchell with his. “Don’t worry, I spiked yours.” You pulled away with a playful wink. He suspected his wasn’t the only beverage with a bit of liquor in it. 

“I told you this was a good spot for it,” chimed Annie, admiring the placement of the small fake tree. 

Mitchell handed you the box of ornaments. “Here. We saved the best part for you.” 

You took out a silver bulb and gave the box back. “Come on. We all have to hang them together,” you cheered. “Just be careful not to drop them. I can’t tell you how many ornaments my siblings and I broke because we would chase each other around the living room. My dad would get so mad…” Your laughter faded and a mournful gaze took over your eyes. You blinked it away. 

Mitchell looked at the others and shrugged. He picked a deer-shaped ornament and found a place for it in the middle. You reached for the same spot and your fingers brushed each other.

Blush attacked your cheeks and you jerked away, finding a different branch. 

Annie elbowed George in the side. 

“Ow!” He exclaimed. “What was that for?” 

She pointedly glanced back and forth from him to the two of you. Mitchell had said something to make you laugh and his eyes lit up at the sound. You stood so close that your arms kept bumping each other, to which you would both leap back, only to draw together again. George’s brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What?” 

Annie rolled her eyes. “God, you’re hopeless.” 

-

You lounged on the couch, legs tucked comfortably beneath you, and smiled at the room around you. It wasn’t much, but the living room had sported its cozy Christmas spirit for a little over a week. Mitchell was right. Silly as it was, it’d helped. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it before, but now, blinking in the tacky colored-lights Mitchell teased you for getting, you understood what it was. 

You were finally starting to feel at home. 

The stairs creaked under two pairs of footsteps. 

“We’re heading out,” Mitchell announced, pulling up the collar of his jacket. 

“I hate that you have to work Christmas Eve,” you sighed, waving to George as he ducked out the door. 

Mitchell shrugged. “Unfortunately, The Ghost of Christmas Present doesn’t mop floors.” He grinned. “I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t forget to pick up the crackers!” You called after him. The door slammed shut and you laid back, pulling your blanket around your shoulders. 

Annie appeared beside you. “Alright,” she said. “Spill.” 

“What?” 

“You two fancy each other!” She cheered, poking your arm excitedly. 

You could feel the heat rush to your face. You turned away, hoping she wouldn’t see it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh please. Like you haven’t ogled at each other since you first came to the door.” 

“Mitchell has helped me,” you insisted. “I came here because I heard he would be able to ease the transition and help me learn to not hurt anyone.” You stood up from the sofa and crossed your arms to hug yourself. It kept your hands from shaking with the nerves. “I’m just a stray he’s taken in. Nothing else.” 

“I see the way you look at him. And the way he acts when he’s around you, I mean come on!”

“Annie, stop it-”

“He’s got this whole place done up like a shop window for you. Do you think Mitchell would do that for- what did you call yourself- some stray?” She grinned. “No, no when I know something, I know, alright and I know that-”

“Enough, Annie!” You exclaimed. If your heart could beat, it would burst out of your chest. Running shaky fingers through your hair, you looked at her with genuine hurt in your eyes. “I’m not talking about this anymore.” You could feel the ache start to set in and it wasn’t just from hunger. “In fact, I think I need to step out for a bit.” 

“What, no, Y/N don’t-”

“I’ll be back before the boys. Don’t follow me.” You didn’t even grab your keys. You just hurried out into the night with your head clouded by your thoughts. If Annie could tell how you felt about Mitchell, surely he’d guessed as well. Was he just being nice to you so you wouldn’t go back to Herrick? Did he just feel sorry for the poor newborn vampire? Or worse, maybe he thought this was all some game, a way to amuse himself through a restless immortality. 

Whatever it was, your assumptions accumulated against your heart, squeezing and retching it until it was unbearable. Only one thing pulled you out of your heartbroken haze. As much as you wanted to stop it, it was a comfort to feel something other than the hurt in your chest. 

Hunger. 

-

Mitchell swayed back and forth, mop handle in hand. He was cheerier than he’d been in a while and it had not gone unnoticed. 

“Someone’s gotten into the Christmas spirit,” the sensible werewolf noted. Mitchell didn’t seem to notice him. George waved a hand in front of his face. 

“Hmm? What?” Mitchell said. The words delayed in his mind. George couldn’t help but smirk as he processed them. “Yeah. I suppose I have.” 

“This turn wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain doe-eyed newbie bloodsucker, would it?” 

Mitchell almost dropped the mop. “What? N-no. I don’t know what you mean.” 

“And you say I’m a bad liar,” his friend teased. “Come on, you can tell me. Annie’s been fussing about it for weeks now. You like Y/N.” 

Mitchell’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. But, after a moment of useless floundering, he surrendered. 

“Is it really that obvious?” 

George grimaced. “You did turn the living room into a Dickens novel. By Christmas standards, I think you went a bit overboard. But hey, what would I know, I’m Jewish.” 

Mitchell leaned against the mop, burying his face in his elbow. “Christ, this is just perfect.” 

“I don’t see what the big deal is. So what? You’re interested in her. She clearly feels the same way. Why not just go for it?”

“Because she doesn’t feel it, George,” Mitchell sighed. “Not the way I do. She’s just in a difficult transition and she’s using me to make it easier.” 

“She’s stayed with us for almost six months, Mitchell. I think it’s safe to say she isn’t just using you,” George nudged him with a small smile. “Besides, I think you’re overstating your usefulness there, mate.” 

Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut it.” 

Blocks away, you huddled close to the shadows as you wandered aimlessly through the streets of Bristol. The sun irritated your skin. It was too bright to lift your eyes for more than a few seconds. And of course, there was the thirst that pulled you toward every unaware passerby. 

But even now, you could hear his voice saying he was proud of you. You could hear his comforts and his quiet understandings. It kept you from falling over the edge that you wavered dangerously close to. 

You loved him. You hated yourself for it, but there it was. You couldn’t help it.

Somewhere, someone was playing Carol of the Bells. You stopped and listened. 

When you were young, you were in a choir that went caroling every year. Carol of the Bells was the final song each evening. Your sister always said it gave her an eerie feeling, rather than one befitting the jolly time of Christmas. 

Now, you understood what she meant. Not that it mattered, since you’d never be able to tell her. 

“Lost your way, love?” 

You started walking again, the voice turning the song to little more than ringing in your ear. A hand latched onto your arm and yanked you back. You tried to jerk away. 

“Come now, there’s no need for that,” Herrick tsked. “I just want to talk.” 

“There’s nothing you can say to me.” “It’s the wrong time of year to sound so ungrateful, don’t you think?” He pulled you into an alleyway. You thought of calling for help, but what would anyone do? He was in his uniform and you looked half-out of your mind. 

“What do you want from me?” It’d been months since you’d even heard from Herrick’s crew. It seemed after you chose Mitchell, that they’d decided to leave you be. 

“I want you to do what you were created for,” he said simply. 

Your brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” 

He sighed as if speaking to a child. “You completed the first part of your purpose, but you’ve completely bungled the rest. You were meant to make Mitchell come back to his instincts, not teach you how to suppress yours.” 

Your heart sank into your stomach and you had to lean against the wall of the alley. 

“There, there. You didn’t really think we let you find him by accident, did you?” 

“Let me?” You growled. 

“I don’t know how I can make it any clearer, dear,” he scoffed. “You were created to lure Mitchell back to us. I saw the way he looked at you at his silly human job. He bought you hot chocolate, didn’t he? He felt bad for you. It made you the perfect candidate.” Herrick leaned towards you with a grin. “Everything you’ve done, I’ve allowed to happen. But I’m telling you, now, that your time of playing house has come to an end. I’m tired of waiting.” 

Summoning your courage, you stepped towards him, face to face and sneering. “I’m not going to let you touch him.” 

He just smiled. “Sweetheart, you already have.” 

Your body went cold. His eyes burrowed into yours like they had their own claws. He was right. You’d already gotten too close. You’d done exactly what he wanted. 

Your feet moved before you’d thought to run. You took off down the alley. Harrick’s disdainfully cheery voice echoed after you. 

“Happy Christmas!” 

-

Mitchell unlocked the door with one hand and held onto the box with the other. They were nearly all sold out on Christmas Eve, but he’d tracked them down. You said that popping open the Christmas crackers was your favorite tradition growing up and he wanted to make sure you didn’t miss out this year. 

Annie leaped up from sitting on the stairs when the door opened and Mitchell and George stepped inside. Mitchell was grinning from ear to ear with excitement. 

“I found them,” he beamed. 

Annie chewed on her bottom lip nervously. George looked around the living room. 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked. Mitchell’s eyes followed his and shot back to Annie. 

“Now,” she gulped, “don’t panic.” 

“Panic?” George squeaked. “Why should we panic?” 

Mitchell put his hands on her shoulders and tried to keep his voice calm. The worry in his eyes betrayed him. “What’s happened?” 

Annie frowned. “It’s Y/N. She just… left.” 

“Left?” George exclaimed. Mitchell put a hand up to silence him. 

“What do you mean, left? Why did she leave? Did she say where she was going?” 

“No!” Annie stepped away, pacing with exasperation. “I don’t even know what happened. We were talking about-” She stopped suddenly. Her eyes widened and she looked over at Mitchell. “Ohhhhh.” 

“What? What is it?” 

She winced. “How dangerous is an emotionally distraught newborn vampire?” 

Mitchell’s gaze switched from worried to panicked. “What did you say to her?!” 

Before she could answer, the front door creaked open. You stepped through without a word. You didn’t even look at any of them. 

You went straight into the living room, slowly walking around its perimeter with your eyes glazed over. Your fingers traced the garland until you reached the tree. Your eyes fixed on the stack of presents beneath the tree and it was like watching every memory of every moment since you’d been here. 

Having morning tea with George in a peaceful and quiet kitchen. Gossiping with Annie and finally feeling like you had a sister again. And Mitchell… god, Mitchell. Every smile, every comforting touch, every flutter in your stomach when he looked at you. 

It’d all been a lie. 

George and Annie didn’t know what to do. They stood quietly together in the entryway. Mitchell took slow, cautious steps towards you. 

“Y/N,” he said softly. “What happened?” 

“It never meant anything,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. 

“What never meant anything? Y/N, love, you’re scaring me.” 

You finally tore your gaze away from the tree and met his hazel eyes. “I have to leave.” You started for the stairs, but Annie stepped in your way. 

“Y/N, if this is about what I said, I didn’t know it would upset you so much-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “None of it matters.” 

“Did you…” George started. There wasn’t any judgment in his voice. He looked at you with such genuine concern it made the hole in your chest ache even more. “Did something happen out there?” 

You choked back a sob. 

Mitchell hurried to your side. “Y/N, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out. Things happen, but you can still-”

“Stop trying to help me!” You shouted, voice breaking. All three silenced and watched you with surprise. “It isn’t what you think, but I can’t… I can’t be here anymore… I’ve put all of you in more danger and now he’s going to…” You cried, shaking your head. “No, no it's better for me to just go.” 

“So you didn’t hurt anyone?” George asked, sounding relieved. Both he and Annie still looked confused, but Mitchell’s expression had darkened.

“What did Herrick do?” He growled. 

“Herrick- when did Herrick come into this?” George exclaimed. 

“What did he do, Y/N? Did he hurt you? Did he force you to feed? What happened?” The anger in Mitchell’s voice was only overshadowed by his worry for you. 

Your lip trembled as you spoke. “He told me the truth.” 

“What truth?” Annie asked. 

Mitchell already knew. As you relayed everything Herrick said, it only confirmed what he’d suspected from the moment you showed up at the door all those months ago. Sobs interrupted your story, but you pressed on until you finished. He couldn’t decide what his arms itched to do more- wrap around you in comfort or tear Herrick to pieces. 

“That’s why I have to go,” you concluded. You wanted to sound determined, but it just came out as miserable cries. “I won’t be a part of his plan for you anymore. I can’t.” 

“Don’t you see?” Mitchell sighed. “You’ve already beat him. He sent you here thinking you’d draw me back, but really you’ve become my anchor. You reminded me why I chose to leave.” He drew a deep breath and braced himself. “Because loving you makes me feel human.” 

The room went silent. George nodded at his friend, a smile teasing his face. Annie looked ready to burst from excitement. A tear streaked down your shocked face and landed on your jumper. 

“You… what?” 

Mitchell’s eyes softened and a small smile graced his features. “It’s the one thing Herrick didn’t expect. It’s not lust or-or the need to fix you. His plan didn’t work because I fell in love with who you are, not what he tried to turn you into.” 

You felt like your head was underwater, his words flowing together and making your breath catch in your lungs. 

“But I- I thought- I didn’t think you-” you stammered. 

“I don’t expect anything from you,” Mitchell said, the sincerity in his voice making your heart swell. “But I can’t let you go on thinking that he’s won. Herrick thought he could use you, but you're stronger than he thought. Stronger than you think. Even if you don’t feel the same, you need to know. All this time, it’s really you who’s saved me.” 

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was close the space between the two of you and pull his lips to yours. Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief against your lips and deepened the kiss, his hands moving around your back to pull you closer while yours tangled in his hair. Even when you pulled apart, your forehead stayed pressed against his, and your bodies intertwined. 

“I love you, Mitchell,” you said breathlessly. 

You looked into each other's eyes in the light of those tack Christmas bulbs and forgot the world around you. 

“Is this a bad time to say I told you so?” Annie beamed. 

George chuckled. “I second that.” 

You and Mitchell stepped away from each other and you couldn’t stop smiling. His hand took yours, fingers laced together and the fabric of his gloves softly pressed to your palm. Everything hit you all at once. 

And you just started laughing. 

At first, he thought you’d started crying again and Mitchell’s hand held yours a little tighter. But the sound of your laughter rang through the living room and he just turned to George and Annie in complete confusion. They both shrugged. You cackled like a madwoman until you could contain yourself. 

“I’m sorry,” you snickered. “I’m sorry, this is just… ridiculous. One minute I’m scared shittless of Herrick in a creepy alleyway and the next we’re confessing our love to each other in front of our flatmates.” You held Mitchell’s hand up to your heart. “And to top it all off, it’s Christmas. You have to admit… this is insane.” 

Mitchell chuckled and pulled you back into his arms. “This is our lives.” 

You looked around, taking in everything. George and Annie looked as happy as you felt, and even a bit smug, content with their successful matchmaking. Mitchell kissed your cheek, his gaze following yours around the house. The living room really did look like one of those shop windows you gawked in as a child. 

It was perfect. 

You nodded. “That it is.” 

-

Annie tore through the wrapping paper and you watched with a nervous smile. 

“I hope it works,” you said. “I just thought it would be nice to have something else to wear every once in a while.” 

The ghost opened the box and gaped at the bracelet within. It was simple, but it was sweet and she instantly through her arms around you. “I love it!” She cheered. “Let me get yours.” 

You leaned back against Mitchell’s chest. The two of you were seated on the floor, with his back against the couch and you practically in his lap. While Annie reached for your gift, you told George to grab his. 

“I know Christmas isn’t your thing, but I still wanted to get you something,” you explained. 

“Y/N that’s…” He said, feeling rather touched by the gesture. “Thank you.” 

Inside the wrapping was a nice dress shirt.

You snickered. “That way you’ll have something to wear for your dates with Nina other than that horrible orange one.” 

“Alright, fair enough,” he agreed, laughing. 

Annie, unable to actually go out and buy anything, had made her gifts. For Mitchell, she burned a CD with his favorite old rock songs and for you, she made a photo collage using pictures she could find on your old internet accounts. 

“You know, so you’ll never forget what you look like,” she said. 

“It’s perfect.” You gave her a small smile, taking her hand. “Thank you.” 

She went back to the tree and grabbed the final two gifts. “And now for the lovebirds.” She handed Mitchell a small bag and you a poorly wrapped paper lump. 

Mitchell smiled sheepishly. “I tried.” 

“Go on,” you said with a grin. “Open yours first.” 

You watched as he removed the thin, colorful paper and looked into the bag. He pulled out a pair of grey, fingerless gloves that were in much better condition than the ones he was currently wearing. 

“I know they aren’t much, but I thought, well you wear those all the time, so something new might be nice and well, it’s all I could really think to get someone who's been around as long as you have,” you rambled. He smirked at your nervousness and started to set the bag aside. You held up a hand. “Oh! Wait, there is something else.” 

His brows knitted together as he checked again and lifted a small packet out from the bottom of the bag. 

“Is this… cocoa mix?” 

You nodded, suddenly feeling a lot more embarrassed about the gesture. “I never paid you back for the one you bought me when we met. It was terrible, but my wrist was broken and it was my birthday and you were the only person that made me feel better.” You exhaled, smile falling. “In hindsight, I guess that’s when Herrick started all of this and it might not be as good of a memory for you as it is for me but-”

He cut you off with a quick, sweet kiss. 

“It’s great,” he beamed. He held up his gloves. “And these are great. I’ve been meaning to get new ones. Thank you.” He kissed you again, chuckling against your lips. “Yours might be a bit disappointing.” 

“I’m sure it’s fi-” You ripped through his terrible wrapping and found the gaudiest pair of sunglass you’d ever seen. You gulped. “Fine.” 

“Oh god, Mitchell, where did you find those?” Annie gasped, trying to contain her laughter. 

“What? What’s wrong with them?” He asked, eyes as innocent as a puppy. 

“Nothing,” you put a hand on his shoulder, also struggling not to burst out laughing. “They’re lovely.” You snorted and slapped a hand to your mouth. “I swear. They’re wonderful. Look.” You put them on and, though you couldn’t see your reflection, knew you looked ridiculous with the large, plastic frames. Annie and George were practically rolling. 

Mitchell frowned. “They’re supposed to help with the sun.” 

“I know, dear,” you said, now joining in their cackles. “It’s the thought that counts.” 

“Alright, that’s it,” he exclaimed, leaning forwards so you tumbled out of his lap and onto the floor. He leaned over you, attacking you with kissing and tickling while the other two kept giggling like schoolgirls. 

“Wait wait, we forgot- Mitchell stop it-” You laughed. “We forgot the crackers.” 

“I’ll get them,” Annie said. 

Mitchell sat back up, pulling you up with him. “I’ll return the sunglass tomorrow,” he said. 

“Don’t you dare. I’m keeping these forever,” you teased, taking them off and setting them aside. 

Annie brought out the Christmas crackers and the delightful popping sound filled the living room. You placed a pink papery crown on Mitchell’s head with a bright smile he wished would last forever. 

As he put on your crown, you took in everything- including those awful glasses- and felt a deep content settle into your heart for the first time since turning. When you pulled him in for a kiss now, it was full and loving and, most of all, thankful. Mitchell may not be the best gift giver, but he’d already given you something so much more valuable than anything he could buy. 

He gave you a home. 

-

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[lucyfishwife]

If you are UK based, be advised that Being Human (the VASTLY SUPERIOR UK version) is now streaming on ITVX. All the sweetness of Annie, the torment of George, the hotness of Mitchell. I ripped off ALL of Mitchell for my secondary male lead. I needed an unapologetic pan hotcake and lo, there he was.

[foxanderus]

John Rawson / Terry Night-Davis

[oldestenemy]

it's always fun to realize the moment I've gotten attached enough to a piece of media to gain a new internal monologue voice.

Welcome to the team, Volition/The Narrator and also Kim Kitsuragi.

certainly hope you don't mind that the other common residents here are the Master and Paul fucking lostboys.

[cptnprice]

Old photobashes

[cappycodeart]

These are... a LOT older than some of my other stuff (oops), but I’m still pretty happy with them and feel they’re still worth posting!! Some art I did for one of SweetsFactory’s exchanges back in the day. These were the drawings I sent over to @inemisol !! Took a million years to actually... send them, but they eventually got there! Can’t help it still love these characters dearly....

[stelly38]

More of Aidan’s characters as husband material.  This was a tougher bunch to weigh out than the first group I did, but I’m gonna to have to go with Luke here.  There’s not a cell in my body that doesn’t want to destroy some shit when I’m PMSing.  Luke would understand.  All characters considered, I think I’m still a Russel Hank girl.  @hanabbrmpg

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Is it just me or does Aidan Turner look a little like Sean Chapman?

I wish there were better gifs to compare cause even their bodies are similar...

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I’ve got no idea why Kili Durin is suddenly on my radar again (other than that he’s played by Aidan Turner of course) but I love this goofy strong dwarf. Just FYI. 

[samanthamarkle92]

Hey followers! My Poldark fan fiction The Ward of Nampara has just hit the 6k mark! To celebrate, here's a favorite scene! To clear things up, Ross and his foster daughter Emma go to Truro and have an unexpected encounter with a long time nemesis.

Ross had just finished getting Demelza's gift and visiting the lawyer and bank and was headed back to the stables with Emma.  He handed Emma a few coins.

"Go buy something for yourself." He told her. Emma responded with her bright smile that he loved.

"Thank you, Ross!" she said, and went off wondering whether to buy a hair ribbon, a ginger cake, or a currant bun.

Ross had just finished saddling his horse and was headed out of the stable when out of nowhere, Emma ran smack into him. Her face was pale and she was panting. Ross saw her face and she looked terrified.

"Emma! What's wrong?" he asked, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"I......I....saw him, Ross....." she sobbed.

"You saw who?"

"Phillip.....I went into the Red Lion to buy a ginger cake....I heard his voice...I turned and I saw him in the next room."

"Did he see you?" Ross asked, trying not to let his anger flare.

"No, his back was to me." Emma said, finally catching her breath.

Ross stood up straight, his fists clenching and unclenching. He looked down at Emma.

"Go to the back part of the stable and don't come out until I come for you." He said gravely, and headed for the door.

"No, Ross! You can't go there!" she screamed, holding him by the arm.

"Emma, as long as I'm here, he'll never hurt you." Ross assured her.

"But Philip's with Mr. Warleggan!"

Ross stopped abruptly. George would surely start something if Ross made a scene. But, he had to keep Emma safe too.

"Stay here with the horse until I come back." He said again, and Emma nodded.

Ross walked into the busy tavern. He could see George talking with another man; he didn't look much older than Sam. What could a young man have done to a girl to make her so terrified of him?

Ross realized he couldn't get in a fight; if he got arrested, Emma would be alone and unprotected. What would happen then? And then George looked up.

"Ross! I'm surprised they let you in at all."

"I'd stay if you weren't here, George." Ross said, hiding his clenched fists.

"Have you met Phillip Crawley?" George asked.

Phillip turned and gave Ross a smile that made his skin crawl. Ross couldn't keep the words back.

"Oh, George, you have friends that like violating little girls?"

Phillip held his gaze, and evil sneer playing on his face.

"Things the servant's say...nothing more than rumors." He said defensively.

Ross remembered what Emma had done to escape.

"I heard you hurt your shoulder." Ross implied.

"Yes," Phillip said, "I was drunk and I fell on a decanter."

"A decanter, or a skinny little girl with a paring knife?" Ross asked through gritted teeth.

Philip's face turned into a grin worthy of a snake.

"Oh, Emma's your serving wench now? What are you planning on doing with this one?"

Ross was on him in an instant, pushing Philip against the wall and knocking a picture off in the process. He could take a lot of insults, but couldn't help but fight back when people brought Demelza into them.

"If you come near Emma again and as much as breathe on her....I'll kill you." Ross said in a deadly whisper. With that, Ross stormed out of the tavern, flinching as he heard Philip utter one threat;

"This isn't over, Poldark!"

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What is The Twilight Saga about?

Summary (first movie only): "High-school student Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart), always a bit of a misfit, doesn't expect life to change much when she moves from sunny Arizona to rainy Washington state. Then she meets Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson), a handsome but mysterious teen whose eyes seem to peer directly into her soul. Edward is a vampire whose family does not drink blood, and Bella, far from being frightened, enters into a dangerous romance with her immortal soulmate." Source: Rotten Tomatoes

Source: Twilight (2008)

Cast:

Kristen Stewart - Bella Swan

Robert Pattinson - Edward Cullen

Taylor Lautner - Jacob Black

Ashley Greene - Alice Cullen

Jackson Rathborne - Jasper Hale

Note: Cast lists provided here are not complete lists of people and characters featured in the media being listed. These are partial lists that include some of the main characters and their actors.

Additional information: The Twilight Saga are based off of the books of the same name by Stephenie Meyer.

Meyer attributes one of her desires to create her books to 2000s band My Chemical Romance (other bands and media also inspired her, but MCR is much more well-known for being one) and even attempted to get them to make a song for the movies. The band's response was that they wouldn't and would later they would create a song in response/as a reaction to this offer (Vampire Money from Danger Days).

What is Being Human (US + UK) about?

Summary:

US version: ""Being Human," based on a BBC series of the same name, features three 20-something roommates who each try to keep a secret from the rest of the world -- one is a ghost, another is a vampire and the third is a werewolf. The three roomies try to help one another navigate the complexities of living double lives." Source: Rotten Tomatoes

UK version: "Deciding to turn over a new leaf, a group of friends who also happen to be vampires and werewolves move into a house together, only to find that it is haunted by ghosts of people who have been killed under mysterious circumstances. As they deal with the challenges of being supernatural creatures, their desire to be human bonds them." Source: Rotten Tomatoes

Source: Being Human UK

Cast:

Russell Tovey - George Sands

Guy Flanagan (pilot) + Aidan Turner - John Mitchell (UK)

Andrea Riseborough (pilot) + Lenora Crichlow - Annie Sawyer (UK)

Sam Huntington - Josh Levison (US)

Sam Witwer - Aidan Waite (US)

Meaghan Rath - Sally Malik (US)

Mark Pellegrino - Bishop (US)

Note: Cast lists provided here are not complete lists of people and characters featured in the media being listed. These are partial lists that include some of the main characters and their actors.

Additional information: The UK version of the show came out first, airing on the BBC, dubbed Being Human (UK). Later, a new show of the same title would come out, dubbed Being Human (US).

In the UK version, two of the original three cast from the pilot would be replaced. These two would be Guy Flanagan and Andrea Riseborough, replaced by Aidan Turner and Lenora Crichlow respectively.

[love-little-lotte]

A Look Into My New Guilty Pleasure: Poldark (2015 Series)

My biggest weakness is period dramas — especially period dramas with a talented cast, sweeping romance, terrific scenes (preferably set in some kind of country/provincial side), and lots and lots and lots of just sitting around and talking.

That's probably why Poldark has captured my heart. As a big fan of Outlander, it's no surprise that I fell in love with this show. Outlander and Poldark have so many similarities that I may make a lengthy post about it, but for today, let me just rant about my new guilty pleasure. I'm so obsessed with this show that I actually finished watching the entire five seasons in one week!

Poldark is based on Winston Graham's novels and adapted by Debbie Horsfield. I was so excited to start this show, with a male protagonist originally written by a man, created and written for a series by a woman. I haven't read Graham's novels (I'm going to one of these days, I swear!), so I'm not sure how well Debbie's adaption worked. I've read many Reddit threads, though, and some fans of the novel are not that impressed with how she omitted and added details to the show (will get back to this once I've read the books or at least the seven ones that were used in the show). The show has also been adapted in the 70s, so this was not the first time Graham's novels were seen onscreen!

Despite not having read the books, I fell in love with the story, the characters, and the cast! The show follows Ross Poldark returning to Cornwall after fighting in the American War in the 1780s. He looks forward to marrying his childhood sweetheart Elizabeth but, believing him to be dead, is now engaged to his cousin Francis. He then tries to resurrect his family's mining business and hires a young girl Demelza to be his kitchen maid (whom he eventually marries) while also crossing paths with the villain George Warleggan, a corrupted banker who stops at nothing to ruin Ross's prospects and personal life. As the show progresses, we also meet other characters, including Prudie and Jud, Ross's servants, Verity, Ross's cousin and Francis's sister; Ross's friend Dr. Dwight Enys and his love interest Caroline Penvenen; Sam and Drake Carne, Demelza's brothers, and Morwenna Chynoweth, Drake's love interest.

Yes, this show has a large ensemble cast, and trust me, there always comes a point when you hate or love them. Especially our protagonist Ross Poldark. Ross... is an interesting character. He's terribly, terribly flawed and many times times, I'm so infuriated with him to the point that I want him to suffer. I swear, you cannot go through this series without screaming at Ross. (When that moment came up in Season 2, I swear I had my middle finger ready every time Ross showed up on my screen from then on.)

But my favorite character in the show is Demelza, Ross's wife who started as his kitchen maid. She's the heart of the show, the voice of reason, and even though she makes questionable decisions along the way, you can't help but get on her side no matter what. She's the perfect fiery yet gentle match to Ross's stubbornness. He treats her like shit many times in this show, which makes me angry to no end, but they eventually grow to be understanding, loving partners.

And it also helps that Aidan Turner and Eleanor Tomlinson have one of the best romantic chemistries I've ever seen. They're terrific actors as well and they bring the characters to life so effortlessly. They just seem like they have the best time shooting this show. I kind of want to rewatch Loving Vincent now just because they're in that movie, even just in supporting roles.

Poldark is a roller coaster, with so many ups and downs (mostly downs, to be honest, please give Demelza a break!) My favorite season has got to be Season 1. Season 1 had the best Ross and I loved the early stages of his relationship with Demelza. It also has my favorite episode: Season 1, Episode 8. That episode broke me so much, thanks to Aidan and Eleanor's perfect performances. It's the only time I ever cried watching this show. I usually cry in period dramas (I've cried countless times in Outlander and Downton Abbey), but for some reason, I only cried once in Poldark. Most of the time, I'm annoyed and infuriated (hahaha but I still love it!)

The romance in Poldark is also quite unique, something I haven't seen before. Ross and Demelza emotionally hurt each other many times in this show, and they don't have the best communication. It's not an ideal marriage, but that's what makes it so raw and real. It hurts when Ross sleeps with his first love Elizabeth or when Demelza falls for the much-sensitive Hugh Armitage, but these are challenges people face all the time, and it's interesting to view it in characters and circumstances through 18th-century lenses. Plus, it can be very tiring to see perfect couples onscreen all the time. So watching Ross and Demelza's relationship thrive, suffer, and reconcile is very refreshing to me.

Nevertheless, Ross and Demelza are still able to work together. Seasons 2 and 3 showcase the worst moments of their marriage, from infidelities to insecurity, but the love between them still perseveres and they learn to forgive. In the end, they realize that they belong together.

And despite the unconventional marriage, Poldark is not a stranger to grand romantic gestures. Two of my favorite Ross and Demelza moments occur in Season 2:

A real funny, old-married-couple type of bicker in The Beach Scene:

And of course, showing all intimacy in The Stocking Scene:

(Let's just not talk about what happened 2 episodes after this!)

The romance in Poldark not only ends with Ross and Demelza. We also got two really good couples in the series: Dwight and Caroline and Drake and Morwenna.

And these love stories don't just happen! They're fleshed-out characters with proper backgrounds and their own problems, especially Drake and Morwenna's relationship. Morwenna is one of my favorite characters, and she doesn't deserve all the shit thrown at her. The last season of Poldark is not the best (bordering on bad, actually, especially the last two episodes), but watching Drake and Morwenna get their happy ending is worth it.

Finishing all five seasons is bittersweet. I enjoyed most of the story and fell in love with different characters. I kind of regret watching everything in one week haha. But what can I say? As soon as I finish each episode, I'm so tempted to start another episode. I think the last time I stayed up until 5 AM the next morning to watch TV shows was Yellowjackets. Poldark's just too good to binge! It's one of my favorite TV shows now. Maybe I'll watch Sanditon next...

I want to write more about Poldark soon, maybe a comparison with Outlander or maybe just a post about each character. I realized I hadn't talked much about Elizabeth, Francis, and George in this post; I was too preoccupied with the love story aspects and Ross and Demelza. We'll see!