The Terror Amc - Tumblr Posts
she has that sadness in her eyes that you only see in alcoholic captains of doomed arctic expeditions
Uhm
I had an intense hyperfixation for "The Terror" for a few weeks in December sooo have some Francis and James doodles
(also I listened to "Itaca" a bunch while I was thinking about them and realized that the song kinda fit)
I love her dearly
I had an unhinged idea about Fitzjames getting hanahaki disease except the flowers grow from his scurvy-opened wounds
I made a Terrorsona! I've never made an oc for a show but this was so fun! He is my blorbo and I love him so much and I have many Thoughts about him if anyone is interested
this might have been done already but it was my first thought upon seeing it
Sometimes a family is a rat, his bitch wife that hates him, and their dog who also hates him
What if Tozer had worn a dress to carnival? đź‘€
Tuunbaq relaxing after a long day of eating cold boys ^-^
Ms James Fitzjames
in honor of them finding Fitzjames bones, the queen herself that I drew on stream a while back
Staged Terror photos by Aidan Monaghan
I look at these and fall more and more in love what the hell >:(
Graham’s company has already gone over. Francis can hear the men yelling interspersed with gunfire and explosions. His company– a hundred and thirty five men– stand at the ladders, ready to charge out on the second wave. The air is cold, the sun blotted out by dark clouds of smoke.
“Affix bayonets!” James calls out to the assembled men.
Francis sees them all move together, locking the knife on to the end of their rifles. He slings his own over one shoulder, walking down the length of the trench to check his men are ready. They’re tense, knuckles white as they grip their guns.
“Steady men!” He yells, reaching out to pat the more nervous looking ones on the shoulders as he passes them. Francis touches his gas mask, then the three grenades hanging at his hip. He sees James, standing with his rifle tucked under one arm, pocket watch in hand.
“Thirty seconds.” James tells him.
A soldier in line turns to the side and retches.
“Rifles at the ready!” Francis roars. “Hold men! Forward on my order!”
He reaches out and rests a hand on James’s shoulder. “I’m with you.” James whispers. Francis squeezes his shoulder.
I wrote a Downton Abbey AU for the Terror
