#francis cooper

[chiropteracupola]

Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough / And so my good neighbors we'll drink unto thou / Besides all on earth, you have apples in store / Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door...

[have put the good-quality file of this up for pay-what-you-want on ye olde ko-fi in case you want to print this out and use it for its intended purpose. send it to your grandma. send it to your friends. send it to bernard cornwell on facebook. if you want.]

[dxppercxdxver]

i like my life this way and i don't know if i want it to change i have a void between my legs, and i imagine my insides are black shielded from the light but the outside gets some sun when i let it

[*shoots your chosen men with my lesbian beam* uh oh. anyway here's the result of several days of Deranged rambling with @chiropteracupola about sharpe but imagine they were women. maybe even butch women. imagine.]

[sharpescontainer]

quick cooper

[thekenobee]

Did I just go through 300 IMDb photos? I might have done that, yes

[splendontcore]

"the difference between me and you is that I have no any other housing option, meanwhile you...you can improve your way of life, but you choose...this...whatever."

this is the best example of how their dynamic as vigilate-antihero works hehehee

[phoenixflames12]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

1990. At the age of five, Antonia Sharpe says goodbye to her Father for the first time as he goes to fight in the Gulf War with the Chosen Men of the 95th Rifles. 2009. Standing in the arrivals terminals of Heathrow Airport, she finds she doesn’t have to. The first time her Father leaves for Kuwait, Antonia is five years old. She sits on the upright piano stool, letting her tiny fingers be dwarfed by the great expanse of white keys and black sharps and flats, letting them curl and twist to make a tune as Hagman had tried to teach her on one of his many visits. The sun spills over the deep, dark polish of the wood, tumbling through the white curtains and purple flowers in a blue and white vase. From the hallway, she can hear her Mother pleading in Spanish, her voice strange and strangled, contrasted with her Father’s deep, comforting voice that she loves to listen to when it is his turn to read her a bedtime story.

[chiropteracupola]

A pair of cunning thieves.

[francis cooper, requested by @seaglassandeelgrass]

[chiropteracupola]

death spiral