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indie thomas cromwell (based on wolf hall) strongly affiliated with sweetbitterbitten

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[catherinesboleyn]

Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry VIII, Maria Doyle Kennedy as Catherine of Aragon

The Tudors 1.01

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Catherine Howards taupe dress in The Tudors 4x04

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown

[kathrynhoward]

TAMZIN MERCHANT as KATHERYN HOWARD THE TUDORS (2007 - 2010)

[catherinesboleyn]

Maria Doyle Kennedy as Catherine of Aragon

The Tudors 1.02

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Anne Boleyn's flower dress in The Tudors Season 1

[thetudorsedits]

JONATHAN RHYS MEYERS and TAMZIN MERCHANT as King Henry VIII and Queen Catherine Howard The Tudors (2007-2010) — Season four, episode two

[catherinesboleyn]

Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn, Pádraic Delaney as George Boleyn

The Tudors 1.05

[thetenthman]

Scott always feels like he should be immune to this, should be immune to Thomas. Everyone else finds him so standoffish, removed. All Scott ever sees are the cracks in the facade, and it leaves him wanting to chase after each and every one of them. Like the comment on his sweetness, bringing a huff of laughter from Scott's throat.

It's a hint. A hint of more, but it also could mean nothing, and it's the in between that leaves Scott always looking for more. Seeking. Wanting. Like the unwinding of the scarf. Like the way that Thomas accepts his kiss.

Because it is just that at first. It always feels like just that. A moment where Thomas' great mind had to decide if Scott is worth it, if the time is right, before he's pushing back. Before the scarf drops, before that hand, with those long, elegant fingers, press against his chest. Scott feels lightheaded then, lightheaded at the touch, but also drunk on the power of the action, of the allowance, of that sliver of want.

Thomas speaks, speaks in that tone, the one that wraps around Scott's spine, and all Scott can do is smile, lips somewhere between smug and coy and molten. If this isn't victory, he doesn't know what is.

"I dream about a lot of things." Scott's voice is gravel as he steps back. Just a little bit. Just far enough away to peel his hoodie off and discard it, too, on the kitchen floor. "It'd be a lot more fun to show you, though." A wicked gleam to his eyes as he drops fluidly to his knees, hands splaying greedy on Thomas' thighs. He's long past the age of the ingenue, but there's a cant to his chin as he leans forward, nosing at Thomas' zipper. "But only if you want to know."

[threecardtrick]

It's a laugh like honey, and all he wants is for it to slide down his throat, sweet and sticky. A taste he'd never get sick of. What does Scott enjoy about his bitterness, his frostbitten lips? Scott is the golden boy, the one who radiates charm, who could be in anyone's apartment. Who could be making anyone kneel at his feet. He's selfish in making Scott chase him, but it's a feeling he's unused to. It's addictive, this power that Scott gives him. This heady high that warms up his ice cold heart. He watches the other, eyes as sharp as a fountain pen as he registers every moment, every micro-change. He doesn't want to miss anything; he wants to archive it, polaroid print it. A scrapbook of moments he was wanted. His lips twitch, not a frown, just the edge of the feeling as Scott steps away him. But soon clothes are being discarded and those sizzling nerves calm again. Thomas takes in the show, the fluid movements, his breathing shallowing, like a man falling under the ice. His hand goes to Scott's hair, gripping loosely, but having enough purchase that he could grip him tight if he tried to get away again. The world around melts like snow and it feels like nothing else exists exist him and Scott here, in this moment. He's watching, transfixed. He has dreams about Scott. God, he hopes that they break past his unconscious while Scott is ever sleeping beside him in bed. Dreams that look like this... "Show me," he beckons, his body reacting from just the anticipation, like a live wire. Scott will be able to feel it, with the way he's leaning. "I want to know. So I can help you decipher them..." A convenient alibi; Thomas, always oh so helpful...

[supegod]

@threecardtrick asked: "there were nicer ways to ask that, you know." ( to clonelander?? thomas has another not-brother figure??? lol )

a sickeningly sweet smile crept across his lips, as he stepped over to thomas, firm hands grabbing each of his shoulders to look him straight in the eye.

" oh, thomas... i have to apologize if i made it sound like i was asking ─ 'cause it was not a request. "

[threecardtrick]

it's different. it is hard to put into words exactly, how. it is a smile with shark's teeth, more unsettling than his brother's rage (how strange to think of homelander as his brother, when no common blood flows through them — but in comparison, this homelander is even less so). "of course," he answers, professionalism punctuated. "what did you have in mind, exactly?" let there be no misunderstanding of what is being asked of him.

[sweetbitterbitten]

neither. a cancellation. a call with no echo, but an offense to both. he finds being hidden a better hearth than the light either could so produce if allowed. it is an old tale. a man willingly enlisted to self exile - thinking therein he will find an answer…if not acceptance.

“hmm…i’m not certain i should give answer unless it be similarly as vague.”

she can be as difficult as those who believe such to be a valid profession; having had more than enough practice with prior travel companions.

[threecardtrick]

vagueness is not the same as a non-answer; this a lawyer knows. there are worlds of woven threads to pull from a single word, until it all unspools before one's feet. if only one sees the beginning point and tugs. yet he is the one faulted for being insufficient... is it perhaps not a fault of his conversation partner? "then give it." the words come out almost soft, like the pads of a fox crossing grass. a mouth that has known starvation will take even bones if offered. "for as it stands, i have given more at the moment than you have."

[kathrynhoward]

TAMZIN MERCHANT as KATHERYN HOWARD THE TUDORS (2007 - 2010)

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Mary Tudors brown dress & tiara in The Tudors 4x04

[gamechxnger]

Scott came into his office and shut the door, walking over to his desk he sat across from them and said, "I've been telling the important people that I thought should know, but I'm also considering going public about this, but. . .I'm gay." He just came out and said it, "it still feels wild saying this to someone."

[threecardtrick]

Thomas can say that this was not something that he was expecting to happen today. Though, his very existence was to deal with the unexpected. Surprise crossed his expression at the sudden confession, though only for a few moments as he processed it. "I appreciate you telling me," he told the other softly, knowing that this was something very personal. Then... came the other side of it. "Can I ask what has made you consider going public with this in this moment?" Scott must know everything will change if he did that.

[darcylightninglewis]

- Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary [x]

[threecardtrick]

“speak true - do you want love or an audience?” - clara oswin oswald (she’s essentially a time traveler/dream walker/scary mary poppins with wide eyes that see everything so - have fun with that!)

"neither," he answers, truthfully, tongue twisting compulsively like a snake. what is love — when it only dies? when he can only seem to kill it? and what use is a spotlight, when the sun exposes you to all of your enemies? no, he chooses solitude & shadows. "and what do you choose, my lady?"