Absolutely Incomprehensible Sir Leon Is Playing The New Lord Featherington In Bridgerton

Absolutely incomprehensible sir Leon is playing the new Lord Featherington in Bridgerton

It took SO long for my brain to connect why I recognised him and then he tilted his head a certain way and my brain went SIR LEON???????????

You cannot tell me this is the same man.

The endless cycle of complaining you’ve run out of fics to read, devouring the new 10-20k at the top of the date updated page and going back to complaining how you’ve run out of fics to read.

Tbh the final season of killing eve really wasn’t it for me. While overall a great series I wasn’t as drawn into the story, and it felt like it was relying heavily on the narrative of the previous series to have any sort of impact, not even including the ending. There were many irrelevant plot points or items that could’ve been dealt with much more efficiently, and it was sad to see such a great series struggle towards the end, especially when previous series were so intense and capturing.

Give me Alex Rider’s politics teacher just being absolutely...astounded by the amount of knowledge this kid has on not only the socio-economic climate of literally every freaking country but the most freakishly good instincts of how each new politician that comes along is going to fare. It’s at the point he now has a secret cabinet of sticky notes on Alex’s off hand comments of each new public figure because God Dammit he always turns out to be right.

Give me Alex’s Riders politics teacher who stands up for him against others in the staff room because his essays provide the freshest viewpoints he’s seen in over 20 years. Ethics, politics, morality, social structures, negotiations, public figures, military influences and ulterior motivators; Alex Rider handles each topic with a grace and insight he hasn’t seen since university. Quite frankly he doesn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified. He settles on curious.

Give me Alex Rider’s politics teacher who’s family served in the army, who recognises the shadows of war in those dark brown eyes even if he can never understand why. The only one that seems to notice that seeing Alex’s controlled, efficient steps through a boisterous crowd of school children is like watching a ballet dancer glide through a swarm of drunk seagulls.

Give me Alex Rider’s politics teacher who let’s the poor kid take a nap in class or snack when he wants to (partly because 50% of the time he looks ready to drop) but mostly because deep down they both know there’s nothing that he can teach him here. Alex had an already pretty unusual and impressive grasp of foreign affairs before his uncle died and in the years since then? Well, he’s pretty sure Alex speaks more languages fluently than he has fingers.

Give me Alex Rider’s politics teacher whose subject gives him more of a glimpse into his talents than most people are allowed to see; who takes one good look at his extra little piece of the puzzle and thinks yeah. This kid is brilliant.

You know, I wasn’t really feeling the old guard for everything it was hyped up to be. And then I saw THESE TWO IN THIS SCENE

And well...promptly died and fell in love with these two immortal gays.

*i admit, tho the poem was *chefs kiss* I was waiting for joe to just go He’S mY HuSBaNd BiTcH

Patroclus and Achille’s story is so heart wrenchingly summed up in this poem that even if you don’t like poetry if you enjoyed song of the Achilles I’m begging you to read it because it’s actually beautiful.

There just has to be a happier story for us my love - Tash J Curry

There has to be another life,

another us, somewhere.

A story in which we were happy,

after everything.

One where you’re not dying in my arms.

And I can’t save you.

There has to be one,

just that One.

Where we live.

Where, we find peace knowing that,

the war is over.

It’s done.

And we don’t have to fight anymore.

One

where

we can live.

There has to be a universe

where this isn’t the only ending,

we get. 

That they’re other stories, 

for us, out there. 

Because we can’t be...

this can’t be...

We’re not this Almost which was never enough for us,

for this story.

There has to be another.

This can’t be the only end.

We don’t Deserve this my love.

I hope we’re there in and amongst other stories,

Happy Ones,

because we lived

through too many tragedies

history won’t let us forget.

And I can’t lose you again.

I won’t.

We Deserve to be happy, my love.