#william blore

[thekenobee]

'Straight actors shouldn't play gay characters' - do you want Burn Gorman to lose his job

[mang0chees3]

I hate being outside so I’m drawing bullshit on my moms phone #AWESOME

don’t question my designs these are from open theater production

[artificiallyalivecoolblog]

These 10 stupid things caused me stress this entire week, throw tomatoes at them please

[christopherballot]

blorbos from blorbo island

[veiledsweetener]

“ Doctor , would you look at me the same “ “ With love , Blore ? “

“ ARMBLORE IS CANON ARMBLORE IS CANON BELIEVE US !!! “ >> pairing :: edward armstrong x william blore >> tw :: DOOMED yaoi ,, drinking ,, mentions of past murders ,, not exactly angst but … >> tags :: @mang0chees3 … I mean random anon who happens to know “And Then There Were None”!

Dr. Armstrong was so certain that Blore wanted to die on his own. The way he flung back bottles upon bottles was worrying the deep gut feeling he held. Blore paid no mind as he swung another back down his throat to cool the aftertaste of the last.

“William.” Edward started as he grabbed the ex-policeman’s hand to stop him from drinking anymore. Blore huffed as he rolled his eyes back and mumbled gibberish as he watched his hands shake in the doctor’s hands. “You see what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, so I see what I am doing. Why does it matter? You can work it can’t you? Just do your magic or whatever,” Blore absentmindedly blabbered as Armstrong clutched his hands a little tighter and kneeled down to look at the man eye-level.

“Stop it.”

“Why does it matter?”

“We all hold our guilty consciences. Don’t do this again if you want me to help you.”

“…” The man seeing the fear lighting up in Armstrong’s eyes over the dilemma finally dropped it as he pushed the alcohol away from himself. “I’m sorry.”

Armstrong looked up from trying to stitch a cut in Blore’s arm with a light hum and smiled.

“You’re forgiven… you are so much more handsome without the shake.”

“You are too.”

Armstrong glanced up at him and froze up as he narrowed his eyes.

“What??” The man being operated on laughed as he stole a quick kiss to the doctor’s temple. “You act like I said your greatest worries out loud! We all see you don’t drink.”

“For a good reason. It be in your best intent for you to stop.” The doctor huffed as the kiss landed and went back to work.

“Doctor’s orders? Can’t decline then, y’know. And hey… if anybody is a murder, I don’t think it’s you.”

“Do I now?” Armstrong finished the stitch as he stood up and cocked his head as Blore stood up beside him and grabbed him by the hips as the two started to sway.

“Truth, I’ll protect you till the end m’kay, just give me this one dance.”

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>> “ oh my sweet sweet gullible Edward George Armstrong … don’t you know how you’ll meet your end? ( •̀⤙•́ ) … stop romancing the hot policeman “ >> not proof read

[theravenclawrevolutionary]

Thinking about those morally grey little homos from Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None again (and working on their fic). Blore and Armstrong, they could never make me hate you.

[underrtheskinn]

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE (2015)

[rags-hexx]

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

This book really got me, and I had to show it some love. A more cohesive presentation is available on my Instagram. Full spread below