some of you don’t know I made uncannily accurate recreations of a.z fell and co, the record shop, give me coffee or give me death, alec hardy’s blue hut, paul coates’s church, and the miller house in the sims. you just don’t know.
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some of you don’t know I made uncannily accurate recreations of a.z fell and co, the record shop, give me coffee or give me death, alec hardy’s blue hut, paul coates’s church, and the miller house in the sims. you just don’t know.
Spilling the tea on my upcoming David Tennant career analysis!
im really liking david tennant's character in broadchurch because i just know there's no way in hell he is gonna get any pussy for the length of this show and there is a sense of comfort and security in that. he is so bitchless its endearing.
me looking through broadchurch screencaps is basically just going “dsgklskhfgs those colours” every ten seconds
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Fandom: Broadchurch Characters: Alec Hardy, Ellie Miller, Daisy Hardy Additional Tags: Blood, Unconsciousness, Hospitals, Angst, Whump, Alec Hardy Whumpm Whumptober 2019, Hurt Word Count: 1249 words
Summary: Alec came to in his living room in a pool of his own blood. What happened? How did he get there? (stick around to find out!)
Excerpt:
When Alec came to, his entire body hurt. And he could barely lift his head. And it was cold. Why was he so cold?
He blinked, tried to clear the fog clouding his mind.
He took a deep breath- which was a mistake. Sharp pain flared up in his side. He raised a shaking hand to touch his side. His shirt was stiff. With great effort, he pushed himself upright. His hand registered something on the carpet.
His eyes widened. Blood. The carpet on his left side was caked with blood. His head began to spin. He blinked several times before lowering his head to check where the pain came from. Which would also have to be the source of the blood. That would make sense right?
Black spots danced across his vision as he looked down, but he could make out the dark red stain in his shirt.
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I AM SO HERE FOR OLDER LESBIANS
Go Ellie taking charge I love her
Awww the cutest thing ever - the first person who Hardy messages is Miller!!! AWWW xxx ❤️❤️❤️
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