#dad!gwilym

[queenfan221b]

Interviewer for Bohrap: So how many children do you two have?

Brian:Well depends

Roger: Yeah biologically,legally or emotionally be there eis a big diffrence

[wah-pah]

It may seem difficult as Nicholas Hoult is in it too, but I see you Gwilym Lee. I see you.

[vanhelsingapologist]

Happy Valentine’s Day.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Asking you because apparently you are the go-to person for all things Welsh in my bubble... Can you recommend any Welsh folk / folk revival music bands to listen to? Is there any Welsh equivalent of the Dubliners? Thank you ☺️

Um, yes, there's a few - the immediate ones that spring to mind:

Fernhill. Really good trad folk, they're a Welsh-Breton band so they sing in Welsh, French and occasionally English (I don't think they've ever sung in Breton? I wouldn't be surprised if they had a track somewhere, though). They're the most traditional in their instruments - in addition to the triple harp, they also use a pibgorn, which is an old Welsh horn that's a member of the bagpipe family and has a fascinating sound to it. It's the instrument that plays the repeating riff in the song Llatai, which is also a banger (and contrasts nicely with Ffarwel i Aberystwyth, which is a fantastic "soulful mournful tale of grief" type of folk song). They're quite trad in subject matter too.

Gwibdaith Hen Fran. More modern folk, a bit of a rockier sound. They really exemplify the 'fun silly nonsense in a pub' side of folk, a very joyful band. Most famous for Trons Dy Dad (Your Dad's Underpants), but I'd also recommend Coffi Du for pure joy, and Tanygrisiau for a more traditional and musical offering.

Brigyn. Kind of electronica meets folk? A more gentle and mellow sound to these guys. Os Na Wnei Di Adael Nawr is pretty good for giving an overview of their sound. They also have one (I think it's called Ar Ddiwedd y Dydd) that sounds uncannily like the Ewoks singing in Return of the Jedi.

There's also Calan, they've got some good stuff. I think Gwilym Bowen Rhys has been branching into folk in his solo stuff. Eve Goodman, maybe? Her cover of Dacw 'Nghariad is great. Pedwar yn y Bar are great for pub folk as well. Oh, and Max Boyce did excellent working class, often political, usually comedy folk back in the 70s.

(There are also others but tbh I know dick all about music beyond "That sounds nice" *add to playlist*)

[userjohndeacon]

golf dad vibes feat. gwilym lee

[llyfrenfys]

I knew you were based in Aberystwyth, but I didn’t know you were linked with the university, or the Celtic Studies course for that matter either, which is a course I’m planning to apply for!

I’m not sure whether this is overstepping, but I was wondering if you have any advice for academic enrichment in the mean time- I have limited knowledge of Welsh itself because even though my dad can speak it, I was never really taught it. I went to the uni open day, and they recommended ‘Say Something in Welsh’ which looks like a really good resource, and I was wondering if you knew any sites (or books!) which could be good to further look into, especially if you know where I could find medieval Welsh literature in modern Welsh online.

Also, I’m interested in Welsh history and language conservation, and if you have any book recommendations on those I’d definitely check them out!

Sorry for the long ask, I hope this finds you well

I'm so sorry anon that I'm getting to this so late (it's been months -mae'n ddrwg gyda fi!) but I will try and answer some of your questions now.

The Celtic Studies department at Aberystwyth is really lovely and quite small so everyone kinda knows each other. My Welsh teacher and personal tutor was Simon Rodway - he's a really lovely guy and was the first member of staff I shared my chosen name with (he helped me find out how to change my name on the Uni systems to my chosen name as well).

I've heard good things about SaySomethingInWelsh - the Uni also does (in the Celtic Studies department) intense summer courses in Welsh in person and online (I did mine online because pandemic) with DysgyCymraeg, who I also recommend. I have a post about free Welsh learning resources here:

For Medieval Welsh literature in Modern Welsh - dafyddapgwilym.net has a collection of Dafydd ap Gwilym's poetry in the original Middle Welsh, Modern Welsh and in English translation. Just click Cymraeg or English, go to Y Cerddi/The Poems and select a poem from the drop-down menu. More options will come up when you do this (including notes and where you can find the manuscripts the poems are from). I'm not usually a Medievalist so I'm gonna ask if any of my followers/mutuals have any recommendations for this.

For Welsh language conservation- (or language conservation in general) I would check out the module "Language Revitalisation in a Global Context" - usually run by Ben (another really sound lad from the department who teaches Irish and Scottish Gaelic) - I think that module is available in Second and/or Third year. But I do recommend it!

Apologies for answering this so late - feel free to send another message if you have any more questions.

Cofion gorau!

[illfoandillfie]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Just Married - Ben

Floor Sex - Lucy

Titfuck - Roger

Dry Humping - Ben

Phone Sex - Pedro

Hypnosis - Gwilym

Public Transport - Lucy

Somnophilia - Gwilym

Gun Play - Pedro

Drinking Game - Lucy

Play Fighting - Pedro

Office Sex - Gwilym 

Filming - Roger

Double Penetration - Lucy (feat. Rami)

Mile High Club - Roger

Ruined Orgasm - Gwilym

Afternoon Delight - Pedro

Total Power Exchange - Gwilym

Anal - Pedro

Hybristophilia - Lucy

Training - Ben

Choker - Roger

Free Use - Ben + Gwilym

Glove Kink - Gwilym

Punishment - Ben + Roger

BFFs Dad - Roger

Hate Sex - Lucy

Can’t Get To Sleep - Roger 

Dollification - Ben

Glory Hole - Pedro

[almightyellie]

gwilym lee masterlist

titles marked with a ♥︎ include smut

one shots

⇢ bookworm ♥︎

in which you have a rather large crush on your librarian and it gets you into a situation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

⇢ if it means a lot to you

in which in the midst of your best friends wedding, you find yourself having stronger and stronger feelings for the best man, despite the obstacles between you.

⇢ around the world and back

in which gwilym is a new teacher at the school you work at and your students truly can’t mind their own business.

⇢ fools ♥︎

in which your english professor was decidedly not a people person, but he developed a particularly soft spot for you.

⇢ rio

in which gwilym (your professor? your boyfriend?) must take care of you after a night out.

⇢ something stupid

in which your neighbor somehow always manages to make you feel better.

⇢ heaven falls

in which a feeble attempt at getting your best friend to fall in love with you turns into something far different.

⇢ i lived ♥︎

in which after tragedy strikes, you resolve to step out of your comfort zone and it leads you to something and someone unexpected.

⇢ carolina ♥︎

in which your professor is colder than you’re used to, but some unforseen circumstances bring the two of you a little closer than you should be.

⇢ p.s. i love you

in which your best friend gets sent to war, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if he’s just your best friend.

⇢ everything that glitters

in which two single parents rely on one another for the sake of themselves and their children, and after an almost mundane day, one finally has something out of the ordinary to say.

⇢ cold december night

in which while staying at your parent’s house for the holidays, you find that some feelings never change.

⇢ patience

in which you and gwilym are simply two fools. two blind fools.

⇢ classy girls

in which gwilym is, quite literally, the darcy to your elizabeth, but he takes the role a little more seriously than you had anticipated.

⇢ would that i

in which an arranged marriage is the worst possible fate and you refuse to accept it. gwilym makes it difficult to reject him.

series

⇢ secret for the mad (part 1) ♥︎

in which your professor is the object of your affections, but that is simply not going to happen. except it isn’t so simple.

⇢ would you be so kind (part 2) ♥︎

in which you and your professor have a hard time adjusting to your less than appropriate relationship.

⇢ absolutely smitten (part 3) ♥︎

in which a life you’d never found probable was now your reality.

blurbs

⇢ riding gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil and polaroids ➝ part 2 ♥︎ ⇢ enemies to lovers with daddy gwil ♥︎ ⇢ sugar daddy prof!gwil ➝ part 2 ♥︎ ⇢ a year in the life with prof!gwil ⇢ prof!gwil’s birthday ⇢ riding gwil’s thigh ♥︎ ⇢ pet names with prof!gwil ⇢ plus size reader + prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ soft prof!gwil ⇢ london holiday with prof!gwil ⇢ drunken tattoos with prof!gwil ⇢ baby making with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ wearing prof!gwil’s sweater ⇢ new years with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil on tinder ⇢ semi-angry sex with prof!gwil ♥︎ ⇢ prof!gwil choking you for the first time ♥︎ ⇢ protective prof!gwil ⇢ prof!gwil’s proposal ⇢ single dad x teacher!reader ⇢ dad!prof!gwil angst ⇢ prof!gwil smutty alphabet ♥︎ ⇢ dad!prof!gwil and his little girl ⇢ dad!prof!gwil when you’re still a student ⇢ primary school teachers

all mini blurbs can be found here!

⇢ dad!gwil

⇢ prof!gwil

⇢ dad!prof!gwil

[heavymetalseries]

A Verse of Vengeance | Chapter 1

1918, The Front, France

“So I says to him—”

“Brys, are you paying attention? I need your attention out there.”

“Of course I’m paying attention. You act like I haven’t been doing this the last two years. Am I paying attention… Fuck off, asshole.”

Brys’ eye hadn’t left the scope of his rifle the entire time he’d been talking. Even though he’d been lying on his stomach in the dirt for hours with only Gwilym spotting for company, his body hadn’t moved so much as an inch. He was too used to it for his muscles to fatigue the way they used to at the start of the war. 

Between the two of them, Gwilym was the better night spotter. He could make out figures in the dark that Brys couldn’t. Even when Brys couldn’t see through the lense of the rifle, Gwilym always made sure he made his mark. 

They were a good team. They’d bonded immediately over both being Welsh soldiers fighting for the British army. Gwilym had been in the service since long before the war broke out, and he’d taken Brys under his wing to replace his last partner. 

“Bullet between the eyes. So keep your head down,” Gwilym had said, drinking from his flask when Brys had asked.

It was advice Brys hadn’t forgotten so far. Every second he was out here, he was too aware of what could happen if he stayed upright too long. 

“Hold steady,” Gwilym said, shifting slightly as he looked through the periscope at the enemy line. 

Through the lense of the rifle, Brys could only just make out a shadow that was either a cloud, a head, or a dog. There were plenty of scavengers taking advantage of the corpses lining the battlefield. 

Brys hadn’t expected it all to be so bad. He’d heard the stories from soldiers returning from the front before he’d been drafted, but not even the most nauseatingly vivid descriptions could do it justice.

This wouldn’t have been the first time he’d seen bodies. He’d been there when Dad died, and he’d been there when Eirwen lost Ivor. At the time, he hadn’t thought anything in the world could be worse than holding his newborn nephew’s tiny, unmoving corpse as the doctors tried frantically to save his sister from bleeding to death.

While all of that had helped steel his stomach a little, nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it. The sighs were bad enough. He’d seen more organs that first week than his entire life. And the smells. Good God, the smells. Nothing could have prepared him for the smells.

“Hold steady,” Gwilym repeated.

Though Brys’ muscles relaxed as he slowed his breath, his position didn’t waver. His rifle didn’t slip as he focused on the shadow. Whatever it was, it wasn’t moving like an animal. He still couldn’t be sure if it was a person, but if Brys was sure, that was enough for him.

“Hold.”

If Gwilym was wrong and Brys fired, he would be giving away their position. Out in the middle of No-Man’s Land, with barely any cover, they were sitting ducks. A German sniper could take them out with one well-placed bullet each. 

I don’t want to die.

This wasn’t Brys’ fight. If Her Royal Holier-Than-Though wanted to get involved, that shouldn’t have been his problem. His brother-in-law, the predictable English bastard, had enlisted immediately and then gotten himself killed. He’d left Eirwen and her three living kids to fend for themselves. Her work as a seamstress didn’t even cover the rent, let alone food or anything else. Brys supplied the rest. The Front wasn’t the place for him. He had a family to support. 

And then the Empire decided Wales hadn’t bled enough for her. They didn’t care that he was the sole provider for a woman they’d widowed. He was over 18, healthy, not a widower himself, and not a minister when the conscription came. Shooting himself in the foot had crossed his mind, but he didn’t think it’d much help on the whole taking care of his family front. At least the bastards gave him a decent enough pay to keep a roof over their heads.

“Fire.”

The word seemed to bypass Brys’ brain. 

Don’t!

His body ignored his brain. 

It was a reflex now, for his trigger finger to twitch when Gwilym said it. There wasn’t time to hesitate. If he did, the target could move and he would give away their position with nothing to show for it. It wasn’t the only involutary reaction he had to Gwilym some days, but it was the one he hated the most. Watching the soldier’s head explode like a melon and the shadows of what was left of his body drop was almost enough to make Brys resent him. 

It wasn’t Gwilym’s fault, though. It wasn’t Gwilym’s fault the war had started or he’d been drafted. It wasn’t Gwilym’s fault Brys was the best marksman in training. Gwilym might have seen his potential and molded him into a sniper, but he wasn’t the one who’d decided he was just a number, good for nothing but killing.

He couldn’t resent Gwilym. Out here, Gwilym was all he had. If Brys started to resent him, he’d go mad.

The first time had been the worst. Brys had been spotting. Watching through the periscope, he’d seen every detail in vivid slow motion. Blood, bone, and brain matter spraying into the air. The brief spasm, then the stillness. It was like there had been a moment before the poor bastard’s body realized it was dead. And then the way it crumped to the dirt like a puppet who’s strings had been cut.

He’d realized in that moment that was exactly what they were. Puppets. Nothing more, nothing less. He’d known it the moment the draft had come in, of course, but it hadn’t truly sunk in until that moment just how disposable they all were.

“It gets easier,” Gwilym had promised as Brys puked his guts out onto the cold, blood-drenched ground.

It hadn’t gotten easier. Not right away. Somehow, the first time he’d actually done the shooting was even worse than that. It was everything that made him sick the first time with the added guilt of knowing he hadn’t just helped it happen, but he’d done it himself. He could have widowed a mother the way Eirwen had been widowed. All he could think of for days was that somewhere, a mother was getting a letter that he boy’s brains had been blown out by some Allied bastard.

Now, it just made him feel cold. Hollow. Like he wasn’t even human anymore. Humans cared when they killed somebody. Somewhere in the last two years, he’d lost that. He didn’t care anymore. They’d made him into this and he would never forgive him for it.

“We should move positions while it’s still dark out. I can keep spotting for a bit. You need some rest,” Gwilym said.

Brys didn’t move for a long few seconds. The space between his heartbeats was so long, he wasn’t sure it would start again.

What if Brys was already dead? What if that was why he couldn’t move? There were so many bodies. His very well could have been one of them, and he might not have even noticed until now. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be dead. But God, he didn’t want to be alive either, not in this place where everything tasted like blood and ash. What if that was his blood he was tasting, his own rotten entrails?

He couldn’t be dead. Not even Hell could possibly be as bad as this place.

A large, cold hand settled on the back of Brys’ neck. 

“Come back to me, love. Don’t start going to that dark place,” Gwilym murmured.

Brys’ shoulders twitched. It was enough to unfreeze the rest of his body. He jerked hard, gasping a little. He nearly dropped the rifle like it was made of snakes. It was probably enough motion to get the attention of anyone on the other side who might have been watching them. He held his breath, waiting for the bullet to shatter his skull into a hundred pieces. It never came, but his shoulders wouldn’t relax.

Gwilym brushed the back of his knucles over Brys’ cheekbone. His expression was unreadable in the dark.

“You’re all right,” he said softly.

To Brys’ ears, the tone sounded almost like pity. He pretended his hands didn’t shake as he disassembled the rifle. He pretended his stomach didn’t try to weigh him down so he couldn’t stand and be spotted by someone on the other side who’d only see him as a mark. 

If anybody did spot them, they didn’t have a clear enough line to shoot. The clouds moved overhead, blocking out what little light the moon gave. Gwilym found a new cover, and they repositioned themselves.

“I’ll take first watch. You get some sleep,” Gwilym said.

He touched Brys’ cheek in that soft way again. If it was anyone else, Brys would have jerked away.

If it were anyone else, Brys wouldn’t have pulled that trigger so many times.

Brys slept. At least, he thought he did. He couldn’t be sure. Sometimes, it was hard to tell the difference between the Hell he dreamt in and the one he lived in. 

Behind his eyelids, he was still holding the rifle. Gwilym was still spotting. Gwilym told him to fire, and he did.

He had to be dreaming, because he stood and crossed No-Man’s Land to check the body. He never did that when he was awake. It was a sure way to get sent home in as many pieces as they could collect, if anybody even bothered. Most people weren’t even worth the risk of collecting. 

Nobody shot at him. Nobody was in the trenches. 

He almost didn’t see the body. There wasn’t even a whole body left, only bits and pieces of Ivor splattered across the dirt.

He jerked awake, biting his knucles to keep from screaming and tasting his own blood. There was a split second where he swore he saw glowing eyes watching him in the darkness.

###

“You ever been in love?” Brys asked.

Gwilym looked away from the scope. His scarf was wrapped around his face. He burned like an agoraphobic Irishman in the sun. It was a wonder he’d been allowed to enlist, but Brys figured it didn’t count as a proper medical condition. As long as was fit enough to kill, they didn’t care. There were never enough bodies out here.

“What?”

“I said, you ever been in love?”

“Strange question, isn’t it?”

Brys shrugged his shoulder without looking away from the German line. It was a strange question. He wasn’t sure why he’d asked it, whether it was out of boredom or curiosity. They spent so much time out there, just the two of them, their conversations did sometimes get a little odd. It seemed in the past two years, they’d talked about everything but this.

“Not stranger than anything you’ve asked me,” Brys said. 

Gwilym hummed softly. From the corner of his eye, Brys watched him suck on the end of a cigarette and exhale through his nose before holding out to Brys. Still keeping his attention on the view through the scope, Brys held it between his lips. He spent longer than entirely necessary inhaling the nicotine into his lungs. It helped warm his skin and curb his appetite. 

“So is that a yes or no?” Brys asked, handing the cigarette back.

He savoured the way their fingers brushed together. God almighty, they spent way too long out here together. This was the only human contact he’d had in days, or maybe weeks. Time out here tended to blend together.

“I don’t know. Maybe once or twice. It’s been so long, I can’t remember.”

Brys snorted.

“You aren’t that much older than me. You’re, what, thirty? Thirty-something?”

“Something. When you get around my age, you stop counting.”

Brys’ snort turned to a laugh. He looked away from the scope only long enough to press his mouth to his arm so he could stiffle the sound. Even if he didn’t think it would carry to the German trenches, anything louder than a whisper was risky. There was no movement on the other side. It was getting late. It was more than likely there would be no more shots fired until morning.

“I still got a few years to go, then. Assuming I make it out of this war in one piece,” Brys said.

Gwilym’s fingers hovered over Brys’ hand a moment before he lowered it. Brys clenched his jaw to hide his disappointment.

“What about you? You ever been in love?”

Brys almost closed his eyes. There was some movement in the trenches, but it wasn’t enough to do anything about. There was no clear line of sight. Part of him was relieved. It meant he wouldn’t have to be complicit in any more deaths. Part of him felt worse. Every one of those soldiers was aiming at someone on his side. They wouldn’t care about taking him out. They’d made Eirwen and countless other women a widow. Why should he care about taking them out?

“There was one bloke. Sloan Lockwood. Handsomest man I ever seen.”

Second handsomest.

“Anything happen between you two?” Gwilym asked.

“We, ah… got caught skipping Sunday school together.”

His lip twitched at the memory. Sister Mary had gone so red, he thought her head was about to explode. It was nothing short of divine intervention she hadn’t told Dad. It would have broken his heart to see his boy going around with a Lockwood. He wouldn’t have cared that Brys was chasing other lads, but a Lockwood! 

He would have been right. 

Sloan Lockwood had been drafted too, but while Brys hadn’t had any excuse to get out of it, Sloan’s father had paid some doctor to forge documentation about some bullshit injury. Sloan had told Brys himself. He’d even seemed proud of himself for it, like he was so clever for finding a way to stay home. He’d gotten to take over his father’s law practice, while Brys had no choice but to die out here in the dirt a million miles from anybody who gave a shit about him.

Gwilym cut his laugh short. He jerked upright and swore loudly.

Brys stiffened, his body reacting before his brain had time to process what he was seeing. Shots fired overhead. Soldiers popped out of the ground one by one, firing and ducking down before he could shout directions to Gwilym.

“Take a breath and talk to me!” Gwilym shouted over the gunfire.

Brys did as he was told. He couldn’t think. If he wasted time thinking, they were dead. They were all dead. Every soldier on their side, on the other side. 

His lips didn’t feel like his own. The voice coming from his mouth, shouting instructions at Gwilym on where to aim, didn’t feel like his own.

The bodies dropping weren’t people. They couldn’t be people. They were… It didn’t matter what they were.

Canon fodder. They were canon fodder.

Bullets whistled past his ears, leaving them ringing. Shells exploded around him. Dirt sprayed over him, blinding him. 

“I can’t see anything!” he shouted. 

“Keep your head down!”

Bullet between the eyes.

Brys pressed his forehead to the dirt. His hands gripped at the periscope so hard, he thought his knucles were going to pop out. He couldn’t quite tell if he screamed or not. The ground shook beneath him like Hell itself was preparing to open up and swallow him whole. 

Gwilym grabbed his arm. His voice was too muffled for Brys to make out. His face was streaked with dirt, making the whites of his eyes stand out. His eyes were the palest blue Brys had ever seen.

He was shouting. Even if Brys couldn’t here the words, he could tell from the way his mouth moved. He tugged at Brys’ arm, pulling him up to his feet.

“We— go!”

What?

“— on!”

They were running. They were running. The ground was uneven beneath Brys’ feet. He stumbled more than once. If not for Gwilym’s hand pulling him, he would have fallen.

This is the wrong way.

Brys wasn’t sure how he could tell. Everything looked the bloody same. There was something, maybe a colour or the shape of the trenches, that spoke to a deeper instinct.

There was a gun aimed at them. The man’s leg was clearly shattered. A piece of bone stuck out from his uniform. It was a mystery how he was standing on it. Blood streaked his face. His rifle hung at an odd angle, suggesting his shoulder was broken. His shouts were incoherent sound. 

German, Brys’ mind supplied.

He’d picked up a few words and phrases, but not enough to understand what the soldier was saying. The gun aimed at his skull didn’t need any translation.

His hand went to the knife that was supposed to be at his hip, but his fingers only found air. His heart lurched into his throat. He’d heard that in the moment before death, people’s lives flashed before their eyes. Thankfully, Brys’ didn’t.

What flashed before his eyes was so much—

Well, he wouldn’t say worse. It was stranger. 

What in God’s name was he seeing?

One second, the soldier was aiming the gun at him and screaming. The next, he was gone.

Brys’s eyes darted left and right. He didn’t find the soldier until he looked down. 

Gwilym was on top of him. How had he moved so fast? He’d been behind Brys a moment ago, hadn’t he? He’d been behind Brys a moment ago, and now he was on top of the German soldier. His face was buried against the man’s nexk. His hands had torn the dirty uniform open, and his nails scraped bloody gashes into his skin. 

When he looked up, his face was covered in blood. A stream of it pumped from the soldier’s neck. His pale blue eyes glowed like a cat’s. The red ring around his irises had bleed into the whites. The thin veins around his eyes were black through his pale skin, and his teeth—

His eyeteeth were extended into sharp points. He bared them at Brys, snarling. 

“H-Holy mother of God.”

Brys didn’t consider himself to be a religious man. Mom was Jewish, but Dad had always insisted they be raised Catholic. The cross he wore around his neck was more a habit than anything, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to church, but in that moment, the only thing he could do was make the sign of the cross as he stumbled back.

He was seeing things. He’d hit his head, or he’d died, or— or—

Gwilym’s teeth retracted back to a normal size. He wiped his face on his sleeve, smearing blood over his skin. He reached out for Brys.

Brys jerked back. He couldn’t breathe. There was too much smoke and blood in the air. He stumbled over something, likely his own damned feet, and hit the ground. Flashes of white danced across his eyes.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

He couldn’t wake up because he wasn’t asleep. This wasn’t a nightmare. It was a nightmare, but it was part of the same waking nightmare he’d been living in for the last two years. 

“Gwilym,” he gasped.

He wasn’t sure if he actually said it outloud or not. His lips were numb and all he could hear over the ringing in his ears was his own racing heart.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Please, we have to get out of here,” Gwilym shouted.

Gwilym didn’t wait for Brys to say anything. He hauled Brys up to his feet like he weighed nothing. It was only his grip bruising Brys’ bicep, half-pulling and half-dragging, that kept him moving. 

Brys swallowed down something sharp and acidic, nearly choking on it. Dust and dirt stung his eyes and throat and nostrils. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

They didn’t stop moving until they reached the Allied trench. Soliders moved around them, too busy dealing with the injured to pay them any attention.

“Are you hurt?”

Gwilym’s voice was still muffled.

Was he hurt? He couldn’t tell. Everything felt numb except the pressure of Gwilym’s hand.

The medical tent was full of wailing soldiers. The image of a bone sticking from what was left of a man’s leg burned itself into Brys’ mind. His screams mingled in with the rest of them. 

“Sit down. There you go. Look at me. Can you tell me your name?”

Large hands cupped his cheeks, angling his head so he was looking down at Gwilym. Even covered in blood and grime, he was beautiful. His full mouth was pulled down and his brows were drawn together in a concerned scowl.

Brys licked dirt from his lips and immediately regretted it. He grimaced and swallowed a few times. 

“Brys. Brys Tuck.”

“Good man. And do you know who I am?”

“Gwilym Darcy.”

His partner. The man he’d fallen in love with. And a monster.

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[queenfan221b]

Gwilym: This is such a bad idea

Rami: Then why are you coming along

Gwilym: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong

Joe:Thanks dad

Gwilym: Shut up weirdo

[stanweirdosalliance]

Get to know me

Sorry if this is too long I really want some to understand me. Most people have hard time knowing real me not just online me.

If you see a lot of football aka soccer for you American I grew up watching it I am from Belarus but live in America. Growing up I was huge fan of David Beckham had him as my wallpaper on computer and my bro was okay with it. I am huge into entertainment, movies and music. My fav director is Edgar Wright I am taking Edgar Wright filmmaking course online it's not cheap but my mom bought me that as my early 28th bday last year. I really love him as film director even when Last Night in Soho came out and I saw it. I came home and watched his every interview on that movie. I love how his movie usually come out like 3 to 4yrs. He takes time on his movies and I see how a movie fan he is. Last year I went from just listening to pop music and soundtracks to Indie music. I cant do anywhere without my headphones I listen to so much music in public to get away from people it's part of my disability. I listen to music too much does not matter time of day cause it calms me down. All of my rock music love comes from my amazing mom. I am future Filmmaker 4yrs ago I think I wrote like 54 pages script. Truth is we need to write 100 pages but teacher had so many problems about my British character who is cop but my bro was helping. Also I am ON THE SPECTRUM that's why my teacher let me make shorter then 100 pages script. Their is a reason why I chosen filmmaking well because my whole family is medical even my aunt and for me learning it would be hard cause I wanted to be vet. Someone in new high school when we moved to new state like a decade ago told my mom I would never graduate high school and I did close to graduating community college. When I came to community college and took classes I really wanted like filmmaking ones I finally became so happy cause school was never happy for me with my disability school was hell if no one would of helped me I would of failed it on my own. If you talking to me and its not movies, music or entertainment, or football sorry I start to either freak out or I just need to leave I can't be in that room. I wish someday to see my fav band live French band Phoenix but I seen one of my fav bands last year in music festival thanks to my bro its The National. I love anything British my fav actors Dan Stevens, Gwilym Lee, Martin Freeman and Simon Pegg. My favorite tv shows are Legion yes it ended but still it was the best one, Fargo, The Bear, What we do in the Shadows, Welcome to Wrexham, loved Pose and Righteous Gemstones

Just 3yrs ago during the middle of season 4 of Fargo I started to like actor Jason Schwartzman and now I know so much about him. I own almost everything with his band he made Coconut Records only need Nighttiming Vinyl. I won Davy on Ebay for 300 dollars and in 2021 in one auction I won his red jacket from Fargo season 4. If you need to know anything about Jason just don't afraid to ask me. People make fun of me being fan of him cause i know too much but that's not my fault being On The Spectrum he is my hyper fixation. Growing up I been bullied so much even for liking some actors. People tell me on on TWITCH channel how bad of an actor he is or terrible actor. My mom recently came to terms to liking him after I showed so much videos and made her listen him talking about his kids. She says he is a great person and dad. If ever asking one of my fav Jason videos it has to be Sesame Street Memory: Jason Schwartzman | #ThisIsMyStreet cause part of it I relate knowing his one daughter is autistic and special needs. Talking about Jason sometimes annoys my mom.

[bajaarizonabooksart]

My latest book, "Take Four," is my loving acknowledgement of jazz, the unique American musical form. In this passage, jazz pianist Nina Perry, is getting to know visiting Canadian jazz fan, Gwilym Havard. You can hear Nina Simone herself singing "Feeling Good" here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5Y11hwjMNs and you can link to the book here: https://books2read.com/u/mYqAPV

“Now you know my middle name. What is your middle name, Nina Perry? And did you grow up here?” Gwilym asked.

“Oh, you know what my middle name is.” She rolled her eyes.

“I do? No, I don’t. Give me a clue.”

Nina looked at him, her eyes half closed, and she sang in a sultry voice, “And I’m feeling good.”

Gwilym burst into laughter. “Of course, of course. I’m an idiot. Nina Simone Perry. What a great name. I take it your parents were jazz fans.”

Nina was grinning now. “Yes, both my parents were crazy about Nina Simone. Actually my dad is a jazz musician. He played piano like me. I was born and spent much of my childhood and early teen years in New York City. We moved out here to Tucson when I was in high school.”

[simbelmyne20niniel]

i did watch the dirt! i thought it was very funny and i loved the format! have you seen “bohemian rhapsody” the movie? it’s one of my favorite movies but I would be interested in seeing it in more of a the dirt format and focused ot on some of the other members as well! how did you like the dirt?

i unfortunately don’t know much about richie blackmore (yet) but a blondie movie would be so fun! ok i’m gonna trade lightly here because i know a lot of def leppard fans hated but have you seen the def leppard movie?

oh i totally agree he just seems like a genuinely nice person and his smile is probably in my top five favorites! did you see that video of him from a couple months ago playing a trumpet(?) in footy pajamas?

childhood: wanted dead or alive by bon jovi and we will rock you by queen (ofc😅)

cleaning: i don’t usually have music playing when i clean because I’m never in one room long enough but i do usually have some hellish combination of two or three song stuck in my head example: pour some sugar on me, emo girl (by machine gun kelly) and everybody knows (by leonard cohen)

same questions back to you!

and do you put up a christmas tree or christmas lights

~chris🦝

Hi!! Sorry for the time it took me to answer.

How have you been?

Yes, I watched Bohemia Rhapsody. It was a great movie. The casting was fantastic, I really thought for a moment that Gwilym Lee was an "unknown" May's son or grandson. I liked the format.

I was surprised to see Machine Gun Kelly being casted as Tommy Lee, I didn't know he was an actor too. The part when Tommy described how touring was for him was funny and cool. I like that scene. The format was perfect in the way that we saw the point of view of all members, not just one of them. But I still think that it could have been better if they had taken a more serious tone at some moments. In general, the movie was good ✨💓

No, I haven't seen that video of Rick. Where can I find it? 👀🔍

Again, no, hahahahaha, I haven't watch Leppard's movie, hahahaha. I do know the hate it has, maybe that's part of the reason I don't watch the movie. What do you think about the movie? Is the hate understandable or exaggerated?

Childhood songs:

All The Beatles albums, my dad is a big fan, so I always listened them with him.

The Cranberries — Zombie

Linkin Park — In The End

Gorillaz — Clint Eastwood

Yes, I listen to music when I'm cleaning. Sometimes is rock, sometimes pop, it depends on the mood.

Which artist would you like to be a Secret Santa for?

[mistymazzello]

them with your newborn

borhap boys x fem!reader

joe mazzello

so your first baby was a boy

little baby joey🥺

he’s got auburn hair (just like joes)

BUT he has your eyes

when you brought him home from the hospital you put him in his crib and you guys were like “okay now what”

joe jolts awake in the middle of the night randomly and goes to check on him, even when he’s not crying

he’ll just kinda sit next to the crib and watch him for minutes on end

it literally WRENCHES HIS HEART to hear the baby cry

“no, no, don’t cry pumpkin, it’s okay, i’m here”

pumpkins the main nickname for the baby

some honorable mentions include; bubs, tater tot, chickadee, jelly bean, the baby™️, and his personal favorite with a grand story behind it, destructo-baby

he has regular conversations with the baby

“the yankees are 5 and 0! can you believe that?”

joey just gurgles back

“i totally agree.”

gwilym lee

it’s a girl:)

her name’s holly and HOLY SHIT she looks just like him

even as a baby

weighing a whopping 9.85 pounds, she’s a chunky lil baby

gwil loves to just kiss her all over her face and make her laugh

she does this cute little things where gwil will pick her up and she’ll do this deep sigh and then lay her head on his chest

he’ll look at you with the softest look in his eyes

one day you were holding her and he was sitting next to you on the couch and you were both just gazing at her

you hear a little sniffle and look up at him and he’s crying

“gwil, sweetheart, why are you crying?”

he sniffs and says “i’ve just got all i need. right here. i’ve never loved anything more than i love you two.”

ALWAYS volunteers for the night shift

when you hear the baby start crying and start getting up, he always just grabs your arm and kisses the back of your neck and whispers “i’ve got it, baby.”

ben hardy

he’s so scared because he has no fucking clue what he’s doing

oh yeah it’s a girl named nora (eleanor)

i know this is so cliche but HE SINGS TO HER

when she cries in the middle on the night he’ll pick her up and kiss her tear-stained face and then sing an entire song until she’s asleep

sometimes you’ll just stand in the doorway and listen and he doesn’t know you’re there

when he puts her down he kisses her forehead and whispers something to her but you can’t hear what he says

he turns towards the doorway and sees you and looks all flustered

“how long have you been there”

yeah ben everyone knows you’re a softy you can’t hide it

not to be cliche again but he CAN and WOULD beat the ever living SHIT out of ANYONE who hurts his daughter

the power that this little girl has over him is incredible

like he’s wrapped around her finger and she’s a BABY

you can only imagine what it’ll be like when she gets older

when he comes home from work he’s always like “how are my girls doing? :)”

man i just want to have his children

rami malek

so you had twin boys

absolute chaos luv😔✋🏼💅🏼

daniel (danny) and elijah (eli)

he’s just in pure awe of these boys

right after they were born, the hospital room was CHAOS

both babies were crying, nurses were running around, rami was sobbing

eventually when things calmed down, he laid next to you in the bed and you each held one of the boys

you were kinda early on having the babies so you didn’t have names picked out

it was decided that each of you would pick a name

you picked daniel and he picked elijah

when you got home from the hospital, his favorite thing to do was to hold both babies at once and just admire them

once again, i cannot stress the CHAOS that goes on in the malek household every single day

but, you both work as a team and get shit done

and not saying you don’t love the chaos, because you definitely do, but it can be super hard and tiring trying to take care of two new born babies

whenever you get overwhelmed, rami’s there to literally just take control of the situation

he’s able to calm the boys down (and you) so easily and, at times, he’s had to do it by himself because you were to overworked

anyway, father of the year award goes to rami thank you and goodnight.

[heybenhardy]

Joe / Gwilym / Ben - Annoucing the birth of their babies on Instagram

Joe -

Ben -

Gwilym -

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Please can you do a dad!gwilym blurb where it’s y/n’s birthday and all the kids work together (with some help from their uncles) to make a big present and it’s just rlly fluffy? Thanks much! Xx

Sure thing broseph

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“Gwil?” Y/N mumbled, reaching across the bed in hopes of coming into contact with Gwilym’s warm body and her tired frown deepening as she came up empty, met only with cool sheets.

“Morning, Cariad,” his arms wrapped around her from behind in an awkward position that made it clear he was stood by the side of the bed.

Even so it brought a smile to her face and she rolled over to squint up at him.

“What’re you doing up?” She asked and Gwilym chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Happy birthday, Mum!” Three voices cheered and Y/N flinched at the sudden noise.

“What the fuck?”

“Y/N!” Gwilym scolded, laughing.

“Sorry - forget that word!” Y/N said, giggling a she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and smiling gently at her three kids.

“Mum, I’m seventeen, I’ve definitely heard the word fuck before,” Lily pointed out, walking over and placing the tray onto Y/N’s lap.

“Lily,” Gwilym said, his tone warning. 

“Sorry,” Lily said rolling her eyes.

“This all looks amazing, thank you guys,” Y/N said, looking down at the tray of food.

Gwilym climbed back into bed on his side, the three kids getting onto the foot of the bed, Jess with a mug of coffee in her hands and a scowl on her face.

“What’s wrong, Tiger?” Gwilym asked, laughing at her unimpressed face.

“It’s too early,” Jess muttered.

“Mum! We made you something!” Sam cut in.

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that!” Y/N protested as she began to eat her breakfast.

“We did! We spent ages on it!” Sam informed her, pulling out a book from behind him.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she flipped through the book - taking them through hers and Gwilym’s relationship, Lily’s birth, starting Bohemian Rhapsody, Jess’ birth, Sam’s birth and then all of their school photos.

“Do you like it?” Lily asked hopefully.

“It’s wonderful.”

Fatherhood Friday!!