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Such epic eyebrow action deserves its own post.

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@hatigave said ❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ | Archie

Ocean blue eyes widen ever so slightly. TAKEN ABACK by such a suggestion. He should be used to this by now, used to his partner's wild heart, and he is, truly he is, it is simply the fact that it still catches him so off guard, so much that he is left speechless.

The slightest of smiles, an almost smirk, tugs at the corners of his lips, and he moves over to Archie. Hands on his hips, fingers resting so tenderly there.

"I would not be opposed to such an idea"

It is whispered so softly, yet with the smallest hint of a rougher undertone. A kiss, then, to the corner of his lip, smirk widening further.

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Paul McGann in Swallow Your Dreams (2021)

Happy 62nd Birthday, Paul McGann! | 14 November 2021

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hatilead​:

           ❝  i was waiting for you to come home ,     actually .   ❞          𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘   .           not yet willing to rise ,      yet still making preparations to do so .       it is loss which settles in his bones and lungs when william isn’t home during dinnertime              /             when nights are spend  alone in a bed too large for simply one man .         𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒   .          ❝  but you don’t have to cook if you’re tired ,      i’m sure i can make us an omelet or something simple .  ❞ 

unlike his partner ,      he himself has not been blessed with the gift of cooking      ;      no feeling for such a thing to truly make something worth eating          ;        too quick to disregard recipes and step off script .      ❝  or i can simply stand before you in the kitchen ,      make it impossible for you to reach a cabinet .     i must warn you ,    i do demand a kiss for each request to move .  ❞

Fingertips reaches to rest against firm jaw. Thumb brushes against the jawline, soft, yet with a subtle hint of a stubble underneath. THE SMILE STAYES, brightens up sharp features, there blue eyes seeks out lover’s own. Tonight is a celebration. Not only for William’s return, but for Archie’s achievements as well, for he is proud. Proud and in awe of the man he calls husband. 

“You needn’t wait much longer, beloved, I am home, safe and sound, and I am very capable of cooking, despite my disheveled appearance. However, I do require that you accompany me, you are my strength after all”

He lets out a sigh, CONTENT AND RELIEVED. This home, a safe haven for them both, secured and protected, and William would fight with all his might to strengthen that safety, to ensure that Archie shall never again be harmed. 

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✩ 2nd Lieutenant William Bush recovering behind bars

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Norrington. The name is not unfamiliar to him, for it rests on many lips. The grandness of the senior, the brilliance of his son, and even if he would have been more than happy to sail with one of a lesser name, or even a vessel of his own, it is an honour to be regarded in such a fashion that he now are standing in the presence of James Norrington. 

His back is straight, arms rests behind his back, mirroring the composure of the younger man. It would seem they are both TRAINED UNDER STRICT EYES, which is not uncommon in their line of work. Yet, he dares a smile, only a slight tug of lips, upon the words spoken in his regard. A hint of his sarcastic nature. 

“I do know my way around on a ship, for sure. And yourself, Commodore at such a young age, quire impressive” 

           𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓     ,          it is the promise of the fall which leaves bitter aftertaste in the back of his throat .       demands to be felt in the way salt poured into a wound does          ;           the same way a flickering candle promises pain to wishful outstretched palm .        𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋    .        spine is straightened by the weight of the world which rests ‘pon his shoulders ,      young man not yet blooming underneath fathers’ gaze .      ❝  i have heard about your successes .  ❞ 

conversation about work comes easily .       duty not a burden to those raised underneath its watchful eye .       𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒      .       ❝  a few captains have spoken highly of you .  ❞

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hatilead​:

           𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊   .          clings to the last shred of hope of light offered in dark world .       edges of his being are still blurred ,     raw and bleeding            /             he is not yet made whole again after nightmare stripping him of humanity .        but he is ,       if nothing else ,      halfway there .    𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   .        weak ,       compared to his usual beaming glow ,       yet ,      it has to do  .        it has to .     for now .      forgive me my love ,      i tried   .        

❝   basil would be nice .   ❞        speech grows slurred .        leg falling asleep as steadily as his heart calms .       surely his husband must be feeling the same      (      slight tug on heartstrings .      william should not be sitting on the floor ,      not with his leg      )         𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍       .           motion of fingers through his hair soothing ,       mesmerizing ,      calming  .       everything he has ever wanted or needed  .        ❝  fine ,     no art then .  ❞      a chuckle as he leans up to kiss lover’s cheek .     ❝  i won’t be able to sleep again ,     how about you get into bed ,    try and catch a few more hours    ?     i’ll just go make some tea ,      out of a bag ,     like the peasant i still am until you get us some home-grown mint .  ❞

Expression softens at the kiss against his cheek. THE GENTLENESS, and though his heart aches for the fear, THE TRAUMA, he knows his beloved suffers from, William has confidence that Archie will battle through them. That his strength will shine through the horror, and if he so wishes, William will stay by his side through it all and fight alongside him. He married this man to keep him safe and loved, after all, and these vows he has sworn to keep. 

“Tea sounds lovely, if you don’t mind the company? The chamomile I bought the other day should do the trick for restlessness”

Goodness, why is it that every time he hears his sunshine laugh or chuckle that his heart tightens with PRIDE AND AFFECTIONS. Calloused fingers brushes lovingly against his arm, dares to put a little more strength into his touch, yet not too much. 

William knows within himself that if he ever meets those responsible for Archie’s pains, he will be unable to hold back. Inside there hides a soldier, a battle born soul. 

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William Bush, Lieutenant, from Hornblower

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Duty will always rest upon his broad shoulders, but whether it is to king and country, or to his found family, only the tides can tell. For a long time he wondered if it had been the right path to follow, but now-- he wonders no longer. It’s in that distant sound of laughter, Silver who has told some unbelievable story again, or maybe it’s Archie this time, yet he can’t help the small smile that rests upon his usual stern features. 

“If faced with the choice, I would have done it again. For them. For us all” 

Selfish, it might be, but there’s loyalty in the selfishness. LOYALTY TO HIS FAMILY, to those he has sworn to protect for as long as breathe fills his lungs and strength finds him. He sends James a look, turns from the sea that still calls for his return in the middle of the night. 

“It is supposed to be a secret, and I am certain Victoria will have my head for telling you, but she is with child, and I am quite certain your brother is deadly afraid I might stab him in his sleep”

He looks to the sky, hands clasped behind his back as a gentle chuckle escapes him. 

“This family of ours will expand, which means our duty to protect only gets harder from here on. Babysitting and the likes”

‘ believe me when i say there is no pride in this ’     @willixmbush​ 

           𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃      cradled between their hands .       life becomes them ,       grows over the skeletons of the men they used to be like an offering of peace .        how long has it been since the both of them have opened their eyes in the morning and felt the comfort of knowing that it is      a good thing     that they are doing     ?          𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 ,     𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 .       𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒      without a second thought .        gone are those days ,      here to stay are the days of a new type of duty .         a duty to love .      a duty to family  .     

❝ there are times during which i wonder if there ever was .  ❞      they stand besides each other .      allow for eyes to look over the water         /         allow for shoulders to bear the weight of the world over and over again .        𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 .      𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄   .          ❝ but surely ,      this must beat the rules and obligations we have faced before .  ❞

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@hatilead​ said  [ flower ] for our muses to grow something together - Victoria Bush. 

Mud and dirt has soaked into the fabric of his nice trousers, A SCANDAL IN MOTHER’S EYES, he is certain, but he is far too old to be scolded for something like that. This is his argument, which he also finds a sturdy reasoning in as well. Or perhaps he simply does not care here he sits, crouched down, together with his sister in the garden of the Bush household. 

It is not often he lets it show, but his passion in plants and greenery is one very evident in this moment. Long, calloused fingers rests against the wet dirt where a seed is resting below. Feels the life that is slowly coming to life underneath his touch. 

“Try it. Let your fingertips rest against the soil and you will feel the harmony that rests beneath. There shall be life, but only with patience and care” 

She is old enough to understand this, yet William speaks like the older brother he is. The older brother who has barely had the chance to watch his youngest sister grow up. GLIMPSES HERE AND THERE. But he loves her just as dearly. 

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hatilead​:

           HE KNOWS IT ISN’T MUCH  .        TO SHOW DEVOTION        by running his hands through husband’s hair and silently asking him to know all the love that seeps through gentle motion .       it isn’t much ,        and still it is everything that he can allow himself to give .        THEY HAVE CLAWED AND KICKED THEIR WAY INTO SAFETY             ;             and they aren’t about to give up on it anytime soon .      this ,      other man must surely know too .      

❝   lies and slander ,       have you ever tried waking you after a 24 hour shift    ?    ❞      a chuckle ,       a joke he knows william must surely understand .       ❝   i’d say you sleep like the dead ,      but the dead do not snore .   ❞       HE BENDS DOWN TO KISS HIS LOVE         /            not at all bothered by the strain of his back ,        the unnatural curve of his spine .      

❝   i love you too .        even when you snore .   ❞

He laughs quietly, a laughter that shows more in his body language than it does with sound. It is true, after inhumanly long shifts, William is more or less dead to the world. Unable to properly wake, and all one might get is a soft grunt as a proof that he is, IN FACT, still alive. Even so, he is clingy. EVEN SO DOES HE CRAVE THE WARMTH OF BELOVED SOUL BESIDE HIM. 

“Do you want me to fix us something nice to eat? Or have you already eaten, my love?” 

Tired, he might be, but the kitchen is his place of mind. A place he can de-stress, create a meal with love and affection for the home they have made together. FOR THE HOME HE HAS FOUND IN HIS HUSBAND. 

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STARTERS FOR QUIET MUSES

note: actions are from the receiver’s pov. send ‘reverse’ to change perspective GENERAL: [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine [ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder [ need ] for your muse to come to mine for help  [ want ] for your muse to show up in mine’s room in the middle of the night [ shower ] for our muses to bathe together [ flower ] for our muses to grow something together [ peak ] for your muse to teasingly sneak up on mine and put their hands over mine’s eyes  [ hike ]  for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere [ sleep ] for our muses to wake up in the same bed  [ caress ] for your muse to hug mine without explanation  [ kiss ] for my muse to kiss yours forehead [ assist ] for your muse to help mine with their appearance (braiding hair, fixing tie etc) [ first ] for our muses first kiss [ hurt ] for your muse to find mine injured [ heal ] for my muse to treat yours injury  [ scream ] for our muses to find something horrific  [ body ] for our muses to stumble on a crime scene [ martyr ] for my muse to die/almost die for yours [ sob ] for my muse to open up about a traumatic experience  [ share ] for our muses to share something for survival (food, water, body warmth, clothing etc) NSFW: 1. for your muse to give mine oral  2. for my muse to finger yours  3. for your muse to top mine  4. for your muse to pull mine’s hair  5. for your muse to tie mine up  6. for our muses to have drunk sex  7. for the morning after a one night stand 8. for my muse to wake yours up with sex 9. for my muse to spank yours 10. for your muse to tease mine/withhold orgasm 

WORDS:  “  stop.  ” “  please.  ” “  i want you here.  ” “  i don’t know how to talk about it.  ” “  we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk.  ” “  you can trust me.  ” “  please, trust me.  ” “  just talk to me, please.  ” “  i love you.  ” “  i hate you.  ” “  will you stay with me? just for tonight.  ” “  i don’t want to sleep alone.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  stay.  ” “  just go.  ” “  i don’t know how to ask for help.  ” “  tell me something good.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ” “  help me.  ” “  you’re safe with me.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  you don’t need to protect me.  ” “  tell me why you stayed.  ” “  why should i trust you?  ” “  i believe you.  ” “  i need you.  ” “  i just want to be needed.  ” “  i have nothing left to give.  ” “  i don’t know what to say.  ”

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what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

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my mood

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hatilead​:

            BREATHING SLOWLY RETURNS TO NORMAL     .            rise and fall of his chest no longer painful ,        lungs seeming to remember what it is like to be made out of flesh rather than sharp blade of daggers .        it still hurts ,      but it does so less and less with every ragged breath passing his lips .        there is shame burning behind his eyes ,        drips out in a collection of fresh tears .         HE LISTENS TO LOVER TALK       ;       feels more human than he has done before .     curls up like dying dog on the floor ,       head resting on top of william’s thigh .     lover is gentle when he takes his hand ,      does not demand him to stay ,     yet he does not wish for anything but to do so .       

❝  you’d have the patience for a garden .  ❞       words are a whisper ,     fingers entwining with husbands’ .     ❝  you have the patience for anything .  ❞       (     even for him .     which was the cruelest joke of it all .     )        TREMBLING HAS NOT SUBSIDED YET      ,          but he is halfway there .       just thankful that he didn’t have a seizure this time  .       the nightmares ,     he could deal with ,     the seizures ,    not so much .        ❝   perhaps some herbs .     they smell nice .   ❞

Thumb brushes over soft skin, other hand moves to very gently card through damp, blonde curls. He could sit here for as long as needed, talk about all and nothing, about the future he sees with Archie. About the silly vegetable garden he wishes to make. He could tell dumb stories about his life on sea. FOR AS LONG AS NEEDED. 

“I could try my luck on Basils, which would do great in my pasta dishes. Mint for tea perhaps”

His mind is already made up on the type of herbs and vegetables to pick from, yet he shares it with his husband nonetheless, perhaps he could even get some pointers on other variations of plants, and hopefully it could help Archie calm his heart. Let his mind relax a little. 

“And you might be wrong, my dear, I fear I have little patience for painting. Nor am I much of a drawer either. Art in general really”

Fingers continues carding through the soft locks of blonde, and he lets out a very gentle chuckle. 

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hatilead​:

             HE MUST SURELY BE AWARE THAT SHE’S JOKING    .          even when tone holds little joy ,      arms crossed still ,      only giveaway to her glee is the slight curve of lips into a gentle smile .       she is ,      after all ,       nothing but pleased to see him return to their side     safe and sound  .          SHAKE OF HER HEAD TO HIDE SOFT TONES OF LAUGHTER    .           a kingdom for his safety ,       heaven traded for his happiness if such a thing was possible .   

❝  i thought by now you had learned of my despise for that name .  ❞       hand outstretched to tap his shoulder        /          not one to draw him close for a hug ,    especially not here underneath the        EVER WATCHING EYES OF A WRETCHED SOCIETY    .          ❝   call it a family emergency if you must .   ❞       but come home as soon as your able .       

they are a mirror image    ;     always reflecting back the same ,      the same weary lines of life around mouths unused to bringing forth smiles .      the same darkness captured underneath eyes to reflect a lack of sleep .         THEY ARE THE SAME .    AS ONE COULD EXPECT    .         ❝  or do not ,      i can entertain them for a few hours longer if that is what you need    -     but please return home before dusk .  ❞

Already now he can feel the beginning of a minor headache, or perhaps it’s the dull pain that is finally showing it’s fury. LITTLE DOES IT MATTER. Really, there is no reason for him to tag along with his Captain, and seeing that most things are in order onboard, he should be free to leave. RETURN HOME TO WAITING FAMILY. Maybe this is why a smile, small, yet there, grows upon tired features. 

“I shall not abandon a family emergency then, I am certain the admiralty will forgive my absence” 

He says so, but not without a hint of humor in his voice. PEACE OF MIND, all in the insanity that is his home. His sisters, his mother. THEY WHO KNOWS HIM BETTER THAN ANYONE. 

“Will you let me pick up my belongings and excuse my absent with the Captain? Then I shall accompany you”