#barclay beg chetwynde

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

no one is talking about it enough but the character relationship shift the coopers have with barclay was so nice. he stops trying to take advantage of them once he spends about an hour of vulnerability with mike on fatherhood and after settling that land deal, he starts sending his old family baby toys to mike and alison, like. this is the most underrated character development we got in series 5. i am baffled the six idiots decided to make the asshole neighbor not an asshole anymore, especially after the petty shit he put alison through in series 4 good lord

[natequarter]

SHE'S CALLED ANNABEL IN HIS FUCKING PHONE CONTACTS

[stris-ciare]

alison finally snaps

[an-egg-on-it]

I miss Barclay's bitches

[moonah-rose]

Julian, looking through Robin's telescope: I don't believe it!

Alison: What?

Julian: Barclay is spying on us with a pair of binoculars! Some people have no moral compass.

[spineless-lobster]

Barclay Beg-Chetwynde thirst trap edit that no one asked for (except for @oddsydviscous who came up with the idea lol)

I regret nothing.

[half-an-hour-hence]

Ghosts characters in a sentence pt2:

Alison: young woman somehow manages not to have a stress induced breakdown every hour after dealing with nine clingy, childlike ghosts and the restoration and upkeep of a literal mansion

Mike: malewife contemplates launching himself from a window in order to be able to communicate with his wife’s dead mates

Annie: lesbian indulges in her god given right to slag off men after being killed by bread

Barclay: rich white man turns out to be the nosiest man in Britain and is despised so much that even a disgraced Tory MP shudders at the thought of him

Plague Ghosts: iconic basement dwellers who cannot deal with being called smelly died due to the power of friendship

Lucy: basically just a massive bitch

Sophie: aforementioned badass Frenchwoman discovers conspiracy and plotting regicide as coping mechanisms to deal with loser husband

Havers: hot military man makes his CO fall head over heals in love with him by simply breathing and causes the audience to go insane because he said a name

[capswarmedals]

I have a certain ABBA song that I feel is like YES, THATS THAT CHARACTER!!!!! (Even the side characters OKAY)

here we go.... (Feel free to make a playlist)

Like I think The Visitors is Ghosts in general.

Money, Money, Money is Mike & Alison

Lay All Your Love On Me/Take A Chance On Me/I've Been Waiting For You is Thomas

My Love, My Life/Soldiers/Under Attack/I'm a Marionette/The Winner Takes It All/If It Wasn't For The Nights is James (there are so many but ABBA bro they keep writing James themed songs!!!)

I Have A Dream/Chiquitita/I Am Just a Girl/Dancing Queen is Kitty

Rock Me/On and On and On/Lovers (Live a Little Longer) is Julian

Knowing Me, Knowing You/Should I Laugh or Cry is Fanny

Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)/Does Your Mother Know is Pat (he'd adore the upbeat ones and I hc his favourite album is Voulez-Vous)

SOS/One of Us/The Name of The Game/Two For The Price Of One is Humphrey

Eagle/Tiger is Robin (animal names because he is an animal (no offense robin ilysm) and Eagle is about wisdom whilst Tiger is about a threat)

Cassandra/Move On is Mary

I Wonder (Departure)/Angeleyes/Andante, Andante/Why'd It Have To Be Me?/Dance (While The Music Still Goes On) is Anthony

Our Last Summer/Kisses Of Fire/Super Trouper/Fernando/Waterloo is Capvers

So Long is Barclay

I mean it's actually pretty tough to choose these LMAOOO

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Shoutout to the time I used the ghosts for a French project :]

[idiotwithanipad]

Based on an idea wonderfully given to me by @imdefyingmavity

Basically if Robin's daughter, Pin (an OC of mine) died, not on the Button House land, but on Barclay's land and couldn't cross the border just like the other ghosts. So she never knew that Robin was just a short distance away, and neither did Robin. But one night, Alison returns from Barclay's after a dinner she was roped into and tells Robin about the strange woman who looks just like him

Now I will cry all night🥺👌🏻

"Oh, damn and blast!" Julian growled. Robin had once again won in their nightly game of chess, the caveman chortled and pointed in spite of his formal yet crass opponent.

"Told you! Me always win chess!" Robin laughed, raising a cocky brow at Julian and waggling his finger. Alison trotted into the room, seemingly out of breath with a red tint to her face, her eyes landing straight on Robin.

"Robin, I need to borrow you a sec" She panted, bending forward and resting her hands against her knees.

"Weren't you supposed to be at dinner with that loudmouth prat? Y'know, the one with the clearly unsatisfied wife? Could never be me" Julian added, straightening his tie with a smug grin on his face.

Alison swallowed back a glob of saliva and caught her breath.

"I was, but- I need you to come with me now, Robin"

"What? I done nothin'..". Robin pleaded, looking like a deer in headlights.

"You're not in trouble, it's just- there's something I think you need to know...". Alison kept the situation vague on purpose, she knew he'd follow her if that was the case.

According to plan, Robin glanced over at Julian before rising from his seat and following Alison downstairs and outside onto the gravel driveway. He kept a questioning eye on her as she stepped forward onto the dew speckled grass.

"Alright, okay. So, you can howl, right?" Alison looked almost crazed as she braced her hands at her sides.

"... Yeah" Robin muttered, rubbing his knuckles up and down his furs.

"Good, well, I'm gonna need you to howl, right now, as loud as you can. Just- just do it" Alison would be gripping his collar right now if she could, and if he had one.

Robin sidestepped away from her, tutting slightly and rolling his eyes. He cracked his neck to the side with an audible 'click' and cut loose with a howl that was eerily similar to a wolf. Alison actually had to cover her ears because of its sheer volume and length; a solid 7 seconds were spent wincing and holding onto her ears desperately.

Finally, Robin ceased his prolonged howl and stepped back towards Alison, still looking at her in confusion and annoyance. Alison nodded in approval and lowered her hands from her ears, a puff of steam flew from her lips into the cold air as she stepped closer to him.

Silence. Just silence. Even Alison began to wonder if this had worked, that she'd just made a complete fool of herself and wasted Robin's time.

"Euck-" Robin grumbled and turned back towards the house with a disregarding flourish of his hand.

"No no, Robin, wait, I-" Alison was about to plead with him to remain with her, until, briefly, from the far distance in the dark, there came a response. A response that Robin had almost forgotten he was so familiar with.

He froze in the doorway, his metaphorical hackles rising and his head turning back towards Alison. His eyes wide and his jaw cracked open. His tongue set uselessly in his jaw as he gawked into the direction of the far away sound. It echoed in his mind for several seconds, and Alison could've sworn she saw a twinkle in Robin's eyes that hadn't been there for thousands of years.

Robin took a few steps forward, back out onto the gravel beside Alison. He diverted his wide eyed gaze to her briefly. Alison didn't need to hear any words from him, she could see it in his eyes. With a smile and a nod from Alison, Robin panted and shot off into the direction of the returned howl, quickly disappearing over the lawns and into the vast expanse of trees.

"Where's he off to? Not one of his primal superstitions again, is it?" The voice over Alison's shoulder was that of Julian. He lingered in the doorway watching as Robin disappeared into the night.

"No. He's just going somewhere for a while. There's- someone he needs to see again"

The journey through the woods seemed to be the longest yet shortest run of Robin's life, or death. He slowed down for nothing, not even attempting to vault the fallen tree trunks or twisted roots that stuck up from the dirt like tombstones. Running straight through them and disregarding the deer drinking from the lake.

Robin could see the tiny pinpricks of yellow lights coming into view behind the trees; he was close to the border. To the section of fence that separated his land from Barclay's. He slowed to a stop just before he could pass through the unseen one way portal that kept him trapped here for thousands of years.

His eyes frantically flicked and scanned all around, even behind him. The snapping of twigs made him regain his focus as he looked straight ahead at the trees, shrouded in darkness. The all great Moonah above seemed to glow brighter for him now, shadows casting in the leaves and branches and the dew glistening on the earth. Robin's pulse would be above human possibility is he still had one, as the snapping sounds continued, right up ahead of him.

A yellow Labrador trotted forward into Robin's view, sniffing the twigs and fallen leaves which carpeted the moist dirt. Robin tilted his head as the creature wagged it's tail at him. Then it turned away from Robin and gave a gentle bark back in the direction from which it came. A second round of snapping twigs began, this time the footsteps were different, heavier. Unnaturally heavy for a dog.

The yellow lab began to get excited, running in circles and padding it's front paws down into the leaves, jumping back and forth, whining. Robin's eyes flicked between the dog and the darkness ahead, when a figure came into his sight. Just another dog. It's muzzle close to the ground and it's eyes frozen. No. No, not a dog. A wolf.

The grey creature moved slowly, cautiously. It's thick fur caught the raise of Moonah, it didn't seem to ruffle in the slightest in the gentle breeze. It looked, for a lack of a better word, ghostly. Robin watched in curiosity and awe as the wolf raised it's head, higher and higher, it looked as though it had began to rise up onto it's hind legs, until another face rose up from beneath the creature's teeth.

The face of a woman.

The wolf was just like Robin; the wolf was dead, as was the woman who now wore it's skin and head. Falling from under the fur, her arm-length hair was a deep, dark chestnut brown, slight silver streaks grew from the hair at her temples and her eyes were as blue and beautiful as a summer sky. Eyes Robin remembered all too well.

Snow fell heavily, winds whipped furiously and the tribe huddled deeper into the cave. Rogh sat across from his sister who focused on the crackling wood and growing flames of the fire by their feet. The pitter patter of little fur boots caught Rogh's attention, he cocked his head back over his shoulder towards the noise.

A tiny girl adorned in leather and pelts stood shivering against the shadowed walls, her eyes wet and her arms trembling as she fiddled with a thin strap of leather around her waist. Rogh shifted where he sat and extended out his arm. The girl approached and sat down under his arm, clutching onto his furs and watching the flames ahead of them.

A tremendous thunder roll shook the cave, and all its occupants jolted and seemed to be contemplating grabbing their nearest spears for an attack. The girl practically dove into her father's furs, hiding away and covering her ears. She soon rose her face from his furs and pointed out towards the stormy night. The early humans spoke not in words, but in gestures; an ancient sign language aided by grunts, growls and whines.

"Why is sky so angry?" Her little hands pointed and gestured, her weeping eyes never leaving her father's.

"We give praise to Moonah and her light. We do everything good, but sky angry. Make everything loud and cold-"

Rogh cut her off with a soft grunt, he pressed his knuckles to the girls forehead gently and his brow twitched.

"Sky fight with Moonah, but Moonah always win. You know Moonah always win. Moonah give us spear, and club, and cave and tribe. Moonah always there~"

Robin stepped closer to the woman, his nose would almost be pressed against the invisible partition between the two lands. His face twitched and he blinked a few times to clear his head of the warm but so very distant memory.

"Pin?" He hadn't spoken that name for so many years, admittedly, he'd almost forgotten it. But he'd guessed correctly, as the woman reached up to lower the skinned wolf head off like a hood. Her eyes brimming with tears, she passed by the yellow lab and approached the small wooden fence. Robin forgot himself for a moment and reached his arm out to embrace his long lost daughter, but his hand passed through the barrier and popped back at himself.

His heart felt like it'd snapped in half again, but it was quickly mended when he saw his now grown up little girl's face illuminated by Moonah's gracious and guiding light. Moonah glowed so brightly just for this moment, and just for them.

She spoke, once more, in the ancient way. Her hands rose and rolled and flicked in a multitude of patterns and rhythms.

"It really you? You been here after all years?"

Robin, Rogh, nodded. Before reciprocating her question in their ancient language.

"Since day I try to tell your mother I still there, when she cry under tree, but hands go through her and me feel sick. Dunno why". Rogh could only stare at his daughter, she looked so much like her mother.

"Moonah make you guardian of land and reunite us finally" Pin huffed and smiled, stepping closer to Rogh, ignoring the invisible wall between them.

"You remember what I do to make you feel safe?..." Rogh questioned, a warm smile spreading on his lips as he rose his hand up to face level with Pin. She smiled and stepped up against the barrier, a childlike and almost giddy smile. Rogh brought his hand toward her forehead and barely, just barely, he imagined that he could feel his daughter's soft and delicate flesh beneath his knuckles, just as it was when she was but a little girl.

[captainfairygodmother]

Okay, why is Laszlo Cravensworth working in a play for Barclay Beg-Chetwynde, and why is his acting agent the Archangel Michael?

[thatgordongirl]

BBC Ghosts as Jack Whitehall quotes

Captain: There is nothing homoerotic about two muscular oiled up men in little pants, just hurling each other around, grappling one another on the floor and then pinning each other down 

Julian: As we said at boarding school, it’s not gay if there’s no eye contact

Barclay: Is it really worth leaning over for the sake of two inches? 

Bunny: Not in my experience 

Pat: Go on, Thomas! He’s dishonoured you!

Julian: The secret to a long lasting marriage, I’ve heard, is compromising. If you take some compromising photos of your partner, that means they can never leave you

Thomas: Sex with me is like arriving late at the theatre and trying to find your seat

[natequarter]

if bbc ghosts was from barclay's perspective, it would be called My Neighbour Annabel and the plot would revolve around barclay's increasingly bizarre interactions with his commoner neighbours. he does not realise that alison can see ghosts and assumes that that's just how working class people act.

[oatmilk-earlgrey]

clawing at my face because every time I have time to think & am not preoccupied my brain goes:

From when Flix had Trix

(confused Alison face)

When Felicity had Trixabelle

(confused Alison face)

When my daughter had my granddaughter

[ghosts-but-one-word-is-pussy]

So I wore a new pussy for nothing. Been bally baking in it all day, and talk about itchy!

- Barclay Beg-Chetwynde

[moonah-rose]

Robin being besties with Barclay's dogs is so funny to me, like just the thought of them often coming onto the grounds and he goes to chill with them on the lawn, gossiping together in grunts and barks, and then he relays any exciting dirt he hears about Barclay and Bunny to Alison who is very grateful for the potential blackmail ammo.

She's just lucky that the dogs can't relay to their owners all the dirt Robin tells them about the Coopers in return.