Jan 14, 2025
one of the clues in the nyt mini today was fancy and personally i love that they shouted out my favourite dead bitch from itv endeavour
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one of the clues in the nyt mini today was fancy and personally i love that they shouted out my favourite dead bitch from itv endeavour
I am very camera-shy, but I’m not letting my fandom down at a time like this, so here, have my attempt at a Dorothea Frazil cosplay.
cannot believe its only march and my entire world has been shaken by endeavour so much. what the fuck am i meant to do w the rest of the year? the rest of my life?
The Captain emerged from his quarters in a whirl of lace and velvet. He was buttoned up to the throat in white ruffles and gold and crimson. His heeled boots flashed with polished buckles that matched each gleaming embellishment on his ensemble. Under his feathered hat tumbled auburn curls that framed his sun freckled face. His mustache, waxed into sinister points, and beard were a lighter ginger shadow with a hint of silver grey that could only be noticed the way he was now, glowing in the midday sun. George saw the Doctor behind him, always impassive behind the round spectacles he wore, and at their arrival the deck of the ship erupted into movement - most of it seemingly unneeded - songs, and whistling, and whirls of what they’d all call work.
George caught an elbow from a muscular pirate in dark blue. He looked familiar but George couldn’t place why. The man smirked cheekily, “That’s ‘im.”
“Oi, Matey,” Bosun Jim Strange hissed a warning, “Get busy. And it’s Cap’n Morse if you know what’s good for you.”
The Captain settled one hand on the wooden rail, each finger sparkling with rings, and then his other - beneath a delicately ruffled sleeve curved something silver and gleaming and unapologetically wicked.
George smiled and whispered the hated name, “Hook.”
a hook-ish au from @bryndeavour with gorgeous art from @nuizlaziart thank u both for making this a thing
each endeavour episode but as 3 emojis
Me going on twitter looking for polling results seeing that Dabi is trending