#ros myers

[riversofmars]

Time for more self-indulgent fanart and fanfic :D

For part 3 of my Bodyguard AU, I decided to put the girls through hell and London Has Fallen. Sorted of ended up being an unintentional Spooks crossover seeing as they already featured in the first part...

Anyway, seven chapters await, updates every Tuesday! <3

Summary: Well into Helen's second term in office - and into her marriage to her erstwhile bodyguard Liv - the PM is faced with the challenge of a lifetime: the death of their monarch. The state funeral will mark the end of a very stressful time for the country and Helen can't wait to get it over and done with, not least because it presents a significant security risk for the many heads of state that will be in attendance. Despite the British intelligence service's diligent work to secure the event, Liv and Helen soon find themselves in a fight for their capital city - and their lives.

Chapter 1

[piraticaltwit]

Spooks + First and last look ↳ This job is a machine. Good people go in, they get chewed up & spat out.

[riepu10]

Together again on screen 4/x: Richard Armitage and Hermione Norris

Lee Preston and Karen Marsden - Cold Feet (2003) Lucas North and Ros Myers - Spooks (2008-2009)

[armitangel-1972]

[ceridwyn2]

An old “Spooks” story I wrote (2013 or 2014, though posted 2016) - set mid S5, where Ruth does not leave. “A Retreat of Truths” - What happens when a work retreat ends up in something a lot more complicated.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

by @pointdotiozao | commission detes

We gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way

I have to talk about Renato (@pointdotiozao). This is the sixth time I've commissioned him, and I cannot recommend him enough. He's taken everything from a text description from a fic to a near exact replica of a complex movie scene to the piece earlier this year, a relatively straightforward reference to a photograph, and each time created something wonderful.

This time I gave him my own VP set as inspiration for a post-coital cigarrette; a TL;DR about Phantom Liberty to that moment; and a vague reference to "lots of emotions". This is what he delivered — a gorgeous, emotionally wrought piece.

So many beautiful things — Val's hand on Ros's neck, cradling the wound; the background and stunning lighting; and the emotions, god!! The emotions! Val, ready to do anything for Ros, who meanwhile is lost in her own world, processing everything that's happened over one of the worst days of her life. Then there's Rosalind herself — the wrinkles and the belly and that soft sag of aging flesh. Incredible.

Thank you thank you thank you, Renato, for another amazing piece. I have to stop, I'm running out of superlatives. 😭😘

Normally I would post the official video, but I adore this version because of Tracy's reactions to the crowd and how reverent Luke Combs is to be on stage singing with her. What a legend. [But here's the official if you would prefer.]

[munchboxart]

Happy Splatoween 🎃! (even though I'm kinda late 👻) This one does have a comic but you'll have to wait a day or two for it

[moonage-tea]

rz michael myers, my beloved <3 (psycxmore)

[lodgeofeilhart]

@wanderingaldecaldo My dear, thank you so much for making extra clothing available to Rosalind!! You're truly the best, and I love this!! ♥️🙌

[luvwich]

wip whenever

@wanderingaldecaldo tagged me to share the last lines of what i've been working on, so here's a moment from the fic with Valerie and Myers i've been cooking~

"Your intel's bogus, Madame President." "My intel…?" "There's no custom-scented soap at 'Saka." She brushed past Rosalind with a yawn. "You'd sniff us all out from a mile away if that was the case." "Is that right?" "Arasaka gym facilities are stocked with the most generically scented products you can imagine." "Smart." "So we all just smell like this, really." She hovered four fingers away from the older woman's face, dressed in the cheap aura of that squeaky, chemical-smelling, skin-drying soap. She watched Rosalind's nose flare, those fine little patrician nostrils widening, before walking back to the window. In the near distance, Barghest's barges trundled around the hazy airspace, moving like fat groupers in an ill-tended aquarium. "If you want me to smell different," V added, "I found some shitty weed in the other room."

[bearfeathers]

no but the way halloween (2018) restores to michael myers the identity of the shape and the boogeyman is just 🤌

[cas-verse]

BARBIE POSTERS ft My current mains

Zoelie Myers, Joanna Hughes, Ayanda Ros, Alisha Harding, Victoria Curtis, and Xiomara Di Paola

Tag: 

@eddiemunscns @katiekinswrites @ocappreciationtag  @megandaisy9

[mysticalcactuspants]

Ro Ramdin and Elyse Myers have identical energies but Ro has that "I am so tired and scared oh god. But also do crime." type beat while Elyse has "I am so tired and overwhelmed oh god. I am going to have a pastry." jam. And I love both of these women so much.

[spynorth]

Thick fog hangs over the banks of the Thames like an early morning cloud, shrouding the river's visitors in a damp coolness. He waits, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers and weight leant against the wall at his back, the very image of a lion poised to strike. It's easy, he thinks, to pretend you're somewhere else. With an act as simple as closing his eyes, John can almost believe it. Most of London is still asleep, a slowly wakening world hidden by the ethereal mist that has welcomed him more warmly than the shadows ever have, and if it weren't for the woman awaiting his return, he'd almost contemplate staying.

After all, if life has taught him anything, it's that it's easy for a man to simply stop existing.

A shape begins to emerge, heralded by the sound of boots against concrete that almost seems to echo around them - ethereal, indeed - and as the outline of his companion comes into view, John grins - a small, quick thing that's over even before it begins .. but there all the same. He straightens, hands leaving the refuge of woolen pockets and shoulders squaring almost as if expecting a fight .. but as the distance between them lessens with no accompanying show of force, stormy blue eyes seem to soften slightly.

She's standing before him then, all steel and teeth that barely reaches his chin, and John tries for a camaraderie that he's no longer sure exists. "No taser this time?" The words are a huff of breath, a forced laugh that falls flat in the heavy air and the ex-agent gives a slight shake of his head in attempt to chase unruly bangs from where they rest against his forehead. Ros is an immovable statue, and for a single moment he feels the quickening of his heart against the walls of a hollowed chest, lungs suddenly far too right where they sit caged beneath sharp ribs ... body tense like a snarling dog as fingers find their way into her own coat pockets. But then she's pressing papers into his hands and there's a twitch at the corner of her lips, an emotion that almost seems foreign across features that are usually so immovable... and for a second John remembers Jo, wonders if maybe Ros also dreams of vanishing into a damp cloud, chased by memories but never reminded of them again.

@spygrid: “   i just need you to know that you’ve never been ‘nobody’ to me.  you’ve never been nothing.  ” (ROS)

That ghost of a smile is wiped clean off, features spasming in a flash of emotion that this particular ghost has long since thought himself incapable of. There's a million things he wants to say - apologies, perhaps, or the reassurance that their friendship had meant something, despite what she might now think. She knows .. he sees it in her eyes, sees that recognition of another lost soul hiding beneath layers of lies and John's thoughts flash back to a time when she had been just as much a mystery to him as he was to her.

What are you best at? Real thing or faking it?

The twitch in the corner of Ros' mouth matches the one in the corner of his own and John gives a nod of his head, tucking her gift of escape safely away. He shifts as if readying to leave, half turning but looking back in a moment of hesitation, ocean blues meeting ones dark in color. It would be easy to keep walking, to blame his silence on the way his tongue has suddenly found itself stuck to the roof of his mouth - but he owes her more than that. The words, when they come, are a soft eulogy to the woman who had first made him feel like he belonged. "Thank you. And Ros? Wolves always have hope, I think. Even the maladjusted, emotionally stunted ones."

Shoulders curl into the heavy fog and he can almost hear the sound of her own leaving, each step of boots into the cloud accompanied by a memory that echo around them both.

Colleagues are okay. Yeah. Colleagues are okay.

[themysticaldrumstick]

7 DAYS IN PARADISE

Marriage. Holy, pure, life-long, consuming-- or, so people think. It sure was, that last part, when it came to you, at least. But, that for you, was six years ago.

Now, you're pushing thirties, flirty and quirky-- no, you aren't. Stuck in a monotonous job with zero entertainment, and taking care of your son has become your full-time job. Or, at least, it feels that way.

But, one fateful Tuesday night, you find a ticket to Hawaii, under your bed and things take a turn for the comedic worse. Calm down, calm down. After all, what's wrong with a little trip to the soothing beaches with your ex-partner and your son, right?

You just know his antics too well by now.

Crazy little punk.

FEATURES:

Fully customizable MC with traits and features of choice(going for extensive customization).

Uh.. exclusive personality following the Myers-Briggs? Excuse me, what more can you ask for?

Choose the genders of your ROs.

Fall in love and enjoy the sunny beaches of Hawaii, girlies, guylies, and.. uh, non-binar-ies?

I'm gonna shut up now.

ROMANTIC INTERESTS:

Ellie/Elliot Williams

Yeah, exactly who you thought it would be. Your ex-partner, your ex-lover, blah. Once upon a time, you had loved them. Dearly so. It's been six-years since your terrible, messy divorce and, arguements between you two, are almost never ending. Will their lingering feelings for you be enough to pull you back into their love on this trip, or has their boat fully sailed?

Manjari/Manoj Patel

A blast from the past. If it weren't for E, you'd have almost dated them, instead. They were your best-friend and closest confidant back in the day. Now that, the lines between love and hate have blurred, will you still be able to find a common ground to love?

Bella/Beckett James

The sexy bartender and resident charmer that has you feeling all young and wanted. If it wasn't for your trip, you probably wouldn't have even thought that someone could want you so much. Will their crush on you magnify into true love or, will it wilt with the test of time?

Asks are welcome. All 18+ posts are under the #mature tag and community labelled for the safety of minors.

[childrenofcain-if]

Weird question but what slasher movie characters would the ROs be?

halloween is next month, bonnie, but i’ll indulge your curiosity.

C LACROIX: ghostface (billy loomis) / scream

V NÆSHOLM: vincent sinclair / house of wax

W OSTENDORF: michael myers / halloween

D DIACONU: pearl / pearl & x

M WHITLOCK-SINGH: patrick bateman / american psycho