#gillington

[thekitofit]

the purpose of creating art is to make yourself sad. The purpose of successful art is to make everyone else sad as well.

[ commissions very much very open!!! ✨ ko-fi ]

[homericwinter]

finally found a post to fit something other than That screen cap. gillington nation rise

[streatfeild]

you know i had to do it to em

[fred-erick-frankenstein]

Gillette* covered in blood :3

poor Jimmothy... poor Andrew....😌

*as per popular demand (two posts by @homericwinter and @streatfeild on my dash:))

[kniightslayer]

wip wednesday

evil tagged by @peg-the-empire (ty ily)

go my gillington

“Sit.” James commands. Andrew does.

Someone who would bend the knee to him, for a change. That was what James had been missing.

And it had been right in front of his face all this time.

He reaches a hand out, hesitating when he remembers his fingers are rough with work that never ends, but Andrew doesn’t pull away or complain. He allows James to brush the pad of his thumb along his bottom lip, almost experimentally, so carefully one would think he was handling something fragile. James is afraid to meet his eyes but he can feel them, deep brown and searching, hoping.

Shame settles in, finds comfort in his conscious. What was he doing to his subordinate—his friend? But it does nothing to wane him, not when Andrew was looking at him the way he was now.

“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?”

Andrew scoffs. “Need me to spell it out for you, Commodore?”

James draws his hand back like he’s been burned. “How long?”

“Long enough.”

idk who’s already been tagged just do it and say i tagged you

[swanfloatieknight]

"night" + gillington if you still do the 5 sentence drabbles? 🥺👉🏻👈🏼🩷

I very much am still doing five sentence drabbles :D especially for you, and especially for these two <3

32: Night The beach was silent, and the black night sky stretched endlessly wide above their heads, just as the black sea stretched before them. James wrapped one arm around Andrew's naked shoulder, nuzzled his face into his soft hair and kissed his temple. "Do you ever wonder if some day you will forget what the stars in England looked like?" Andrew leaned his head against James's shoulder and dreamily looked up at the starry sky, the continuous murmuring of the waves being the only thing that disrupted the silence. "Not as long as you are my star to guide me home."

Five Sentence Drabbles

[thejackalxi]

Gil: Salt water monsters can't be trusted. Fish pee in the ocean!

Also Gil: I'm not racist against salt water monsters, my girlfriend is from the ocean!

(The webisodes drag out the issue of his parents being against them and for a long time, Gil doesn't fight for their relationship. Eventually that gets resolved, but then Skull Shores shows Gil's bias and assumptions about sea monsters too. And Gil can never seem to shut up about them being different even after standing up to his folks and meeting her parents. Lagoona constantly feels insecure about it (13 Wishes) and when she sees Gil with Lorna in the later webisodes after her exchange student program, she immediately assumes he's cheating and doesn't believe him when he tries to explain things. There's no trust. This couple is so unstable I don't understand why fans like them? Lagoona deserves better. Lagoona's character hinged on her relationship with Gil and that sucks. She didnt have a chance be her own character with a shining personality and I blame that racist, whiney son of a beach.)

[mastererestor]

Fic: Ambarussa (SIL/LOTR/POTC crossover), M, Erestor/Glorfindel, Gillette (of sorts)/Norrington (compl.)

Demasted in a hurricane after a battle with pirates, HMS Dauntless has entered unchartered waters in the west. The crew is dying, and all hope seems lost when an unknown ship approaches the Dauntless – unknown to all but Lt. Gillette, James Norrington's redheaded first lieutenant.

AMBARUSSA Chapters 3 - 11/11

(Link goes to AO3)

Warnings for angst, hurt/comfort and life aboard a 18th century ship not being particularly fluffy, especially in battle.

When I started writing this tale back in 2013, it was supposed  to be my farewell-gift to my two fandoms, LOTR and RNOTC (an offspring  of POTC). Specifically a small "thank you" to those who had always  begged me to write at least once "sons of Fëanor who are not crows". But  then "Ambarussa" was lost along with parts of my website. I have now  managed to restore the first five chapters and rewrote the last two, so  here it is. It was great fun stretching my sea legs once more.

A word of caution for my LOTR readers: while it says Erestor/Glorfindel in the tags, this is not the Erestor you are used to from my other tales.

Short  explanation for non-LOTR readers regarding the who is who (LOTR  experts, you really do want to skip this!) can be found in the notes at  the end of the first chapter.

Beta: First five chapters by the wonderful Eveiya