#Ian Hart imagine

[novelmonger]

I'm continuing on to the next LotR audio commentary. This one is with the design team, and there's a lot more people talking in this one! Including:

Grant Major (production designer), Ngila Dickson (costume designer), Richard Taylor (Weta Workshop creative supervisor), Alan Lee (conceptual designer), John Howe (conceptual designer), Dan Hennah (supervising art director/set decorator), Chris Hennah (art department manager), and Tania Rodger (Weta Workshop manager)

So here are some highlights of things that are new to me (after avidly watching all the BTS documentaries multiple times over the years) from FotR:

The guy who made the One Ring originally didn't want to do it because he didn't like fantasy, but then his sons badgered him until he agreed to do it - kind of a similar story to Viggo Mortensen, I think. He ended up contracting cancer and dying during the production of the first movie.

Alan Lee storyboarded a potential sequence for showing how Bilbo got the Ring. They would show Gollum grabbing a fish, taking off the Ring while he ate, and then it would roll away until Bilbo found it.

Some of Ngila Dickson's phrases and diction are pinging really loudly in my sense of deja vu - like, I remember hearing those exact phrases before. But I even went and watched the costume design portion of the Appendices, and none of it was a repeat. Have I actually heard this commentary before and then forgot all about it? @_@

The guy (the primary guy? I can't imagine it was only one person) they put writing on all the scrolls and things worked in a bank and had a hobby doing calligraphy. They hired him to do just a few things at first, putting writing on some props, but then it got to the point where he actually had to quit his job at the bank and start working full-time for LotR, and then continued to do stuff for merchandise for New Line. I do wonder what he did once the movies were all made and over with....

I always forget how they had to have two scales of everything. Not just stuff like Gandalf's staff or the sets, but they had to have two scales of all the props like cups and books and things. They even had to have two different sizes of horses, depending on the scene!

Lawrence Makoare, who played Lurtz, would have to start getting into makeup at 10 p.m. the night before he had a scene, so that he would be ready at 8 a.m. the next day @_@

Most of the horses used in the movies were Andalusian horses imported from Australia.

When they would film outside in nature, like in the forest where they shot on-location scenes for Rivendell, they would have to remove the native plants that were there, keep them in a greenhouse, plant whatever plants and other things they needed for the movie, then take them out again and put the original plants back. This would actually leave the area better than the way they found it, because they would remove weeds and things like that.

John Howe commented on how difficult it is to do hair in something like this that's meant to be kind of "historical," even though it's fantasy. Hairstyle is one of the things that is quickly outdated, so if you do it wrong, it can be jarring to watch the movie in later decades. He said, "I wonder how it will look 20 years from now." It's twenty years later, John. It looks every bit as good as it did in 2001 :')

Okay, I feel like this had to have been in the BTS documentary, but I don't remember it. For the moment where Bilbo goes Gollum-esque for a second when Frodo puts the Ring away, they morphed between his face and a puppet they made of Ian Holm looking deranged. Ian Holm was thrilled with the puppet and had several photos taken of himself with it, and then when it was time for him to leave New Zealand, they made a bronze version of the puppet and gave it to him as a memento! XD

For the shots of the Fellowship bursting out of the snow after the avalanche, they went to the Mt. Hart ski field, which was closed because of a blizzard. They were allowed to go out on the ski field, make snow caves, and film the actors bursting out into the open. The Hobbits wore Ugg boots over their hobbit feet in the snow when their feet wouldn't be in the shot XD Apparently, Richard Taylor actually asked Peter Jackson if there could be a scene of the Hobbits wrapping their feet in bandages or something, just so the actors could protect their feet a bit more in harsh terrain like that, but PJ said no, because the Hobbits' feet would be tough enough to be able to withstand all of that. Poor guys! x.x

Huh. I always assumed that they made the effect of ithildin by putting little glowing lights on the doors of Moria, or else maybe added it in post. But actually, they put some kind of reflective material on the design, and then shone a light from behind the camera, so it would reflect on the design and make it look like it was glowing! I feel like, if this movie were made today, they would totally have just done it with CG, but this makes it so much more realistic. Also, they had to paint the doors, but obviously couldn't paint over the reflective material, so they put plasticine over the design, then painted it, then took the doors to the site. They were still taking the plasticine off the doors when the whole crew and the actors turned up and started rehearsing the scene! So apparently, if you look hard enough, you can actually see a few small parts of the design on the door that are missing, because they accidentally left some of the plasticine on!

Okay, we all know about the crazy amount of attention to detail in these movies, but this story just takes the cake. In the room with Balin's tomb, there's all this Khuzdul writing on the walls. Someone wrote out all the text and had their in-house translator translate it into Dwarvish runes that they then carved into the walls. During one of the days they were shooting the cave troll battle, they had invited a Tolkien language scholar to visit the set, and he stormed out in an outrage, saying that someone had written something like "Joe was here" on the walls, which was disrespectful to Tolkien's legacy, etc. etc. Horrified to hear this, the art department got their translator to go over the set with a fine-tooth comb, trying to find the "graffiti" this guy had seen, because they'd already filmed a lot of shots of this scene, and they knew that there would be fans who would freeze-frame the scene and translate what's written on the walls. But they couldn't find it anywhere! So eventually they cornered the Tolkien scholar and asked him where he'd seen it, and it turned out that it was just some guy on the crew who'd told him that. Apparently, the Tolkien scholar was so uptight and serious about everything, this guy was just poking fun at him, and it snowballed from there. So they ended up wasting a lot of time looking for a mistake that wasn't even there, because that's how dedicated everyone was to getting every detail of this movie right.

The Moria orcs were originally designed to have pale, almost translucent skin (inspired by an axolotl! O.O), but when they saw footage of it on the first day, they realized the contrast with all the darkness in Moria was too much, and it made the orcs look like they were glowing, so they had to make them darker.

The eyes of the Moria orcs were enlarged after the fact, so when they made the prosthetics, they had to make the eyeholes extra big so the eyes would look like they fit after they were enlarged.

Originally, there was an idea that the Balrog would burst out from a wall somewhere while they're trying to jump across the gap in the stairs, and just generally make that scene even more tense and exciting, but then they realized that to do so would basically eat up half their budget, so they decided to do it the way it is in the final version XD

The boats' design was based on a leaf of a lemon tree. If you drop a lemon leaf in the water, it will look like a tiny version of the Elven boats! 8D

Ohhhh, so the scene where the Fellowship gets attacked by Orcs along the way down the Anduin was going to be a sequence at Sarn Gebir, where there are dangerous rapids, so the Fellowship has to land on the shore and carry their boats past. But then Orcs attack, there's a whole action scene, and they have to hurry back onto the water and navigate the rapids. But they never shot it, because right after they'd built the set and got all ready, they were hit with a lot of rain and flooding, and the water level in the lake where they were filming rose five meters and completely washed away the set. So that whole sequence got permanently canceled.

While working on Amon Hen, Alan Lee fell off the stone seat (kind of like Frodo!) and broke his wrist. Thankfully, it was his left wrist, so he could keep drawing.

The Uruk-Hai's hair was horsehair that they had to import because they needed it in such large quantities. In the location where they shot the battle at Amon Hen, the ground was covered with prickly bracken of some kind, so every time an Uruk fell on the ground and then got up for the next take, they would have to carefully pluck all the bits of bracken out of their hair @_@

The fletching on the Uruk arrows is supposed to be, not feathers, but Warg hair O.O

Okay, I knew they made a silicone dummy of Boromir for when his body goes over the falls, but they only had four days to make it?! :O

In the final scene, where Frodo and Sam are looking out over Mordor, what Sean and Elijah were actually looking at was a ski resort with cabins and a ski lift. "The one place in all Middle-Earth we don't want to see," indeed! XD

#lord of the rings #lotr #behind the scenes #gotta say it's MUCH harder to keep track of who's talking when there's so many people @_@ #some of them have very distinct voices like richard taylor or john howe #but some of the kiwi accents just kind of blurred everything together and i couldn't tell who was who ^^'

[the-boney-rolls]

The Great Covid Beatles Binge, Day 4: The Hours and the Times

Black and white shots of Gaudi set to somber violin, you say? Yes I see, this is a Very Serious and Artistic film.

Oh Ian Hart is in this too, huh? Wow the Beatles cinematic universe has been here all along.

His face while John flirts with the flight attendant.

I think my issue with Ian Hart as John in general is that he just feels like he belongs in the 90's. David Angus looks like he could have stepped out of the 60's and even this flight attendant is serving Patti Boyd vibes but I think some people just have an air like they belong in the time in which they lived.

“I’m one of the worst pool pissers there is and I can’t even swim” the way John is saying the stupidest shit with a smile and Brian is all heart eyes, “Fascinating.” Yeah Brian this is the man you love.

Again, this is a very artistic movie, you see.

“Do you also enjoy deep play” Nice

“I’ve just spent an insufferable evening with an insufferable fascist” Me to my girls after my last Hinge date, am I right

"I’m not very good at this" "Of course you are, dandies love to pose" He's thinking of Paul, obviously.

So this movie is pretty much just them talking about gay sex? I feel like, just do it or shut up and talk about something else, give me some subtlety.

NEVERMIND BUTT BUTT BUTT

Oh that's it? Oh we're done? Oh ok

It wouldn’t be a Beatles biopic with “the topper most of the popper most” 

Ok so did they fuck or??

I do like this flash forward premonition moment of Ed Sullivan and Brian’s glee as he imagines/foresees it. So sweet.

What an odd ending.

This feels like it was trying to be Before Sunrise but wasn't actually interested in fleshing these characters out that much. The run time comes in at a cool 57 minutes so maybe it would have benefitted from 20 minutes of them doing or talking about anything other than gay sex (or more actual gay sex, that works too!) As far as fanfiction movies, it's no Two of Us, but it was a fine way to spend an hour.

#I've had a pretty speedy recovery so this is the end of this #thanks for indulging me #the beatles #the hours and the times #john lennon #brian epstein

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

lol yeah I saw the new TLK crumb! (Osferth is my fave EM role, Aemond is amazing but I really really love Osferth, it’s a special character)

Seeing him in sweats and a hoodie feels like seeing Bigfoot lol. (“What do you mean, he exists outside of those roles? “)

The knife-flipping( and Ian Hart maybe looking on affectionately) is so damn cute. I loved Beocca and Ewan gives off a very baby-of-the-family vibe there.

Also I wonder if he reads ebooks ever ( only seen him with physical ones).

The bgm in the clip makes me wanna rewatch TLK argh. But I need to finish ATLA first 😩

Osferth will always be my favourite too! I get the feeling Ewan is the type of guy that prefers physical books over ebooks, considering how anti social media he is. I can't imagine him being into unnecessary tech and gadgets.

#asked and answered #lovely moots 💕

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Russian airports in chaos this week draft age men getting the hell out of there.   

Prices for one-way flights out of Moscow to the nearest foreign locations rose above $5,000 (£4,435), with most air tickets sold out completely for coming days.

[Ian Bremmer]

* * * *

“The principle of compulsory service, embodied in the system of conscription, lias been the means by which modem dictators and military gangs have shackled their people after a coup d'état, and bound them to their own aggressive purposes. In view of the great service that conscription has rendered to tyranny and war, it is fundamentally shortsighted for any liberty-loving and peace-desiring peoples to maintain it as an imagined safeguard, lest they become the victims of the monster they have helped to preserve.”

― B.H. Liddell Hart, The Revolution in Warfare.

#quotes #B.H.Liddell Hart #Ian Bremmer #war in Ukraine #Russia #Russian airports #conscription

[denimbex1986]

'Andrew Scott is the latest actor to step into the sneaky shoes of '60s grifter Tom Ripley in Netflix's upcoming limited series, Ripley.

The Fleabag breakout — who is currently earning Oscar buzz for his role in All of Us Strangers — leads the latest adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s bestselling Tim Ripley novels, most famously seen on screen in 1999's The Talented Mr. Ripley starring Matt Damon, Gwyneth Paltrow and Jude Law.

Like that movie, Ripley follows the conman after he is hired by a wealthy benefactor to convince his vagabond son Dickie Greenleaf to return home from Italy. But Tom quickly becomes enchanted by the glamor of Dickie's lifestyle and does everything to ensure his place alongside him.

Netflix dropped a trailer for the suspenseful drama on Monday. "Tom's acceptance of the job is the first step into a complex life of deceit, fraud and murder," a logline for the reads.

Joining Scott in Ripley will be Emma's Johnny Flynn as Dickie, the part Law played in the film. Alongside him is Dakota Fanning as Dickie's picture-perfect girlfriend Marge Sherwood (Paltrow's previous role). She's the one who first suspects Tom might not be who he says he is.

All episode of Ripley will hit Netflix on Feb. 4. The eight-episode series is written, directed, and executive produced by Academy Award winner Steve Zaillian (The Irishman, The Night Of), who told Vanity Fair in December that telling the story of Tom's treachery over multiple episodes allowed him to be "more faithful to the story, tone, and subtleties of Highsmith’s work."

"[I] tried to approach my adaptation in a way I imagined she might herself," Zaillian told the outlet, adding that he even shot the series in "gorgeous" black and white to correspond with "the edition of the Ripley book" he had on his desk.

Highsmith — who did died in 1995 at the age of 74 — published five Ripley novels over the course of 36 years: The Talented Mr. Ripley (1955), Ripley Under Ground (1970), Ripley's Game (1974), The Boy Who Followed Ripley (1980) and Ripley Under Water (1991).

Before 1999's The Talented Mr. Ripley, that novel was adapted into the 1960 film Purple Moon, with Alain Delon as Tom. Ripley's Game was filmed in 1977 as The American Friend starring Dennis Hopper, and later under its original title in a 2002 movie with John Malkovich. Ripley Under Ground hit the screen in 2005, in a film starring Barry Pepper.

In 2009, BBC Radio 4 brought all five Ripley novels to life with Ian Hart as Tom. Other television adaptations have come over the years as well — though Netflix's Ripley is the most thorough.

Playing the role wasn't easy for Scott, who is also executive producing the show. "It was a heavy part to play," he told Vanity Fair. "I found it mentally and physically really hard. That’s just the truth of it."

"I feel like you’re required to love and advocate for your characters, and your job is to go, 'Why? What’s that?' You don’t play the opinions, the previous attitudes that people might have about Tom Ripley," Scott, 47, also said. "You have to throw all those out, try not to listen to them, and go, 'Okay, well, I have to have the courage to create our own version and my own understanding of the character.' "

That doesn't mean he ever got there, the actor noting that he struggled to understand some of Tom's actions. "Certain things I can understand, but other things — it’s actually the blankness that’s sometimes hard to engage with," he said.'

#Andrew Scott #Ripley #Netflix #Johnny Flynn #Dickie Greenleaf #Marge Sherwood #Dakota Fanning #Patricia Highsmith #The Talented Mr Ripley #All of Us Strangers #Fleabag #Matt Damon #Jude Law #Gwyneth Paltrow #The Irishman #The Night Of #Steven Zaillian #Ripley Under Ground #Ripley's Game #The Boy Who Followed Ripley #Ripley Under Water #BBC Radio 4 #Ian Hart #Purple Moon #Alain Delon #The American Friend #Dennis Hopper #John Malkovich #Barry Pepper #Oscars

[rsfannan4]

Day Six: We Finally Start Walking.

It seems like we have been in the U.K. forever, but it is now that we are actually beginning our walk down Shakespeare’s Way.

A note about our walk this time. We started doing these long distance strolls in 2014 (my, how time flies). We were much younger then. We have had to adjust the distances over time, being septuagenarians (we do not want to kill ourselves or our friends). The nice folks at Let’s Go Walking who arrange our Inn and B&B reservations as well as baggage courier service have gone that extra mile arranging it so each day’s trek is about 8 miles, which seems just right. As these walks are in the English countryside, there is not always an Inn available at the appropriate mileage. So, often we walk to a Pub where a cab, or in this case a van, picks us up and drives us to our accommodations and then drives us back to that place the next morning, where we continue our journey. This works great for us old geezers, and staying two nights in the same village is a delight.

Our journey started in Stratford-upon-Avon with brilliant weather and it was a fantastic thirty minutes or so before we found ourselves a wee bit lost. It seems that since the last time the guide book was updated, a new marina, Shakespeare’s Marina was built, so we had (under Chuck and Diane’s steady guidance) to divert ourselves around a little to find the path. After this slight adjustment, it was pretty much smooth sailing the 9 miles to Newbold-on-Stour.

For centuries, Brits have enjoyed a legal “right to ramble” throughout the countryside even when they might cross someone’s private property. In England and Wales alone, there are an estimated 140,000 miles of footpaths and bridlepaths that are considered public rights of way. This legal right stems from the Charter of the Forest, a social compact ratified (grudgingly, we suspect) by King John in 1217. How civilized! I cannot imagine that flying in the good old U.S. of A. Over the years, this “right” has been questioned, but associations of walking enthusiasts have prevailed and have mapped hundreds of trails for the public to enjoy. Good for them , and great for us.

In any event, our first day took us through fields, past ancient ruins, churches dating back centuries, friendly sheep, a pub or two to the White Hart, where we had a a couple of frosty beverages and crisps, before being delivered back to Stratford for the night. A mostly flat trail made for a wonderful introduction to Shakespeare’s Way.

We had promised to return to The Red Lion for dinner and ukulele, so after a short break, we found ourselves seated once again at “our” table, eatin’, singin’, and strummin’. What a joy it was to see Clare and Ian again on their last night on holiday. Clare mentioned that the main wedding song at her nuptials was Izzy Kamakawiwo’ole’s Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What a Wonderful World, and asked us if we knew it. Well, it, of course, is one of our favorites, so we gave it our all while she filmed us. Another magical moment.

Needless to say, we walked back to the Ashgrove Inn pretty happy with our visit to Stratford-upon-Avon.

More to come…….

[tawneybel]

Imagine Quirrell gazing into the Mirror of Erised and seeing you looking on proudly as he presents Philosopher’s Stone to Voldemort.

#Quirinus Quirrell #Harry Potter #HP #Philosopher’s Stone #imagine #minors not interact #possession #infestation #reader insert #Voldemort #Professor Quirrell #villain imagine #Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone #Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone #Harry Potter movie #Ian Hart #Richard Bremmer #Harry Potter franchise #Tom Riddle #Harry Potter imagine #Quirinus Quirrell imagine #Voldemort imagine #Ian Hart imagine #Richard Bremmer imagine

[yourgaydads]

kudos to the people who watched the terror and went, “mm-hm, gonna ship the shit out of these crusty, scurvy-ridden motherfuckers.”

#old dying englishmen are my forever aesthetic #i definitely do not have shipping brain #can't believe i've loved ian hart longer than most of you have been alive #imagine if herzog made this yikes #posting into the void #not b|ack sai|s

[patchoulisecrets]

Six months of reading (arranged in order of date completed):

January:

01-05 Zeyn Joukhadar, The Thirty Names of Night

01-09 Layne Redmond, When the Drummers Were Women: A Spiritual History of Rhythm

01-17 Jennifer Zeynab Joukhadar, The Map of Salt and Stars

01-21 Mickey Hart with Jay Stevens, Drumming at the Edge of Magic: A Journey into the Spirit of Percussion

01-24 Ian Rankin, A Song for the Dark Times

01-27 Aravind Adiga, Amnesty

February:

02-01 Kate Bornstein, Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women, and the Rest of Us (2nd Ed)

02-06 John le Carré [David John Moore Cornwell], The Little Drummer Girl

02-08 Mickey Hart and Fredric Lieberman, Planet Drum: A Celebration of Percussion and Rhythm

02-10 Michael Connelly, The Law of Innocence

02-16 Janet Mock, Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More

02-20 Heather McHugh, Muddy Matterhorn

02-22 John Connolly, Every Dead Thing

02-24 Algernon Charles Swinburne, Love's Cross-Currents: A Year's Letters

02-25 Chuck Klosterman, I Wear the Black Hat: Grappling with Villains (Real and Imagined)

March:

03-01 Robert Jones, Jr., The Prophets

03-04 Jessica Bruder, Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century

03-12 Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

03-19 Sasha Geffen, Glitter Up the Dark: How Pop Music Broke the Binary

03-22 John Connolly, The Dirty South

03-25 Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Committed

03-29 Remy Boydell [art] and Michelle Perez [words], The Pervert

03-30 Willa Cather, My Ántonia

April:

04-03 Charles Brockden Brown, Wieland

04-06 S. A. Cosby, Blacktop Wasteland

04-08 Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

04-16 Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers

04-24 Willa Cather, One of Ours

04-26 Paisley Rekdal, Appropriate: A Provocation

May:

05-05 Dawnie Walton, The Final Revival of Opal & Nev: A Novel

05-08 Willa Cather, O Pioneers!

05-12 Stephen King, The Institute

05-18 Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance

05-22 Elizabeth Siddall, My Ladys Soul: The Poems of Elizabeth Eleanor Siddall

June:

06-08 Ann Patchett, Taft

06-11 Jessica Barry [Melissa Pimentel], Don't Turn Around

06-14 Rachilde [Marguerite Vallette-Eymery], Monsieur Vénus: A Materialist Novel

06-21 Carole Johnstone, Mirrorland

06-24 Heath Fogg Davis, Beyond Trans: Does Gender Matter?

06-28 Karen Kondazian, The Whip

#reading

[azspot]

Even if the received Christian view of hell were that of an exclusive preserve for only the very worst of souls — Adolf Hitler, Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, Pol Pot — the sheer brutal banality of the idea of everlasting torment would still be morally unintelligible. As it happens, of course, the received view throughout most of Christian history has actually been that hell is the final destination not merely of the monsters among us, but of all sorts of lesser miscreants: the profligate, the wanton, the unbaptised, the unbelieving, the unelect ... the unlucky. But this hardly matters. No matter how exclusive we imagine the criteria for membership in the society of the damned to be, nothing can make the idea morally coherent. Choose just one soul, the most depraved you can conceive, and imagine him or her alone subjected to truly eternal suffering, and then try also to make yourself believe that this wretch’s unabating misery, age upon age, is an acceptable price to pay for the existence of the world, for the great drama of creation and redemption, and for the ultimate felicity and glory of God’s Kingdom. If your conscience is a healthy one, you will find it impossible to do so. Or so I would have thought.

The obscenity of belief in an eternal hell

#hell

[satanssmutcorner]

Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters:  SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry,  Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett)  Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100  Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan) 

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters:  John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston

#characters #actors #celebrities #smut #lemon #lime #masterpost

[doctors-star]

Oooh directors cut on Two Magicians? (Yes I'm aware I asked about this one for the last ask game, I recently reread it and remembered how good it was sue me)

i'll pop it under a read more and then talk through the whole thing.

the central premise, here, is the strong overlap of early modern magic and religion. this is the hill this fic dies upon. this is why they cast on specific days, and the spells sound like prayers, and it's all a bit churchy. ruth casts for the sheep using agnus dei, which means lamb of god; the whole thing is rather easter-y, what with the palm leaves and lambs and ashes. incidentally, "palm to palm, bless us" is one of my favourite details in the fic, because it's a pun: palm (leaf) to palm (hand), palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss, etc.

ruth says "perhaps we ought to use the english prayer now, though; only i can't remember how it goes," which i imagine must have happened a lot during the reformation. like most people, they are neither fervently catholic nor protestant, but abiding by the rules set out by an enthusiastic government, and bending them where it suits. is this whole fic just my reformation thesis statement? yes.

yan-tan-tethera, an ancient british counting system largely used by shepherds, is absolutely clearly magic. i don't know why, but i know it in my heart. the idea behind tree roots and clay in your wall is to give the wall the sturdy stability of the roots - sympathetic magic. welsh is also clearly a magic language. it just is.

ruth's big book o' spells owes a debt to agnes nutter's prophecies, but also any good family recipe book that's full of newspaper cuttings from the eighties and receipts with instructions scribbled on the back, the collaborative work of at least three generations. at time of writing this fic, i was making up one such recipe book from a tattered file: gluing all these cuttings and scraps and notes into a scrapbook and noting down who wrote what, and when, to keep for years to come.

the parallels between this fic and the lammas hireling by ian duhig should be extremely obvious. i studied the poem at a-level and liked it very much for its magic and menace and weird gay vibes; a lot of details in this fic come from it.

alex isn't magic, he just knows about clouds. but also, a lot of early modern magic had to do with Signs and celestial movements and planets and such, so i couldn't resist tying them in.

the smoke of burning juniper is used in various rites to cleanse and bless a house and its inhabitants. ruth uses it to clean tables.

baptism is extremely important in early modern (and mediaeval and others etc) communities: it makes the new baby a part of the community, it is an excuse to hang about and coo over the child, but most importantly it protects the baby from the fires of hell, which is something of a big deal. it's why people got so up in arms about the anabaptists, who only went for adult baptism - when child mortality is so high, not giving the baby the protection of baptism is seen as neglect to the point of active malice. because birth was so dangerous, midwives were given emergency powers of baptism in case the child was clearly not going to make it; this way, at least, it wouldn't spend very long in the special region of purgatory just for unbaptised babies, and could be buried with a name rather than, as some were, as "creature." this is where i would go off on a tangent about chrysomers, if it were relevant enough to excuse it. can you tell i wrote an essay on baptism, and then a dissertation on death.

There was a preacher, once, that Alex had heard speak on a rare trip to Chichester for the big market there, who had said that the dead were not dead, but waiting; and that someday - and soon - they would rise from the ground and ascend, and that we need not, therefore, grieve. - this was a real attitude from some protestant preachers. i cannot imagine this made anyone feel any better, or grieve any less.

if anyone's been to the weald and downland museum, the maxwells live in pendean cottage.

ruth's baby basket is a reference to out of the bag by seamus heaney, another a-level poem whose imagery haunts me, which is all about birth and healing and sympathetic magic.

telling the bees is an ancient tradition, with practical uses: my mother, who was a beekeeper, tells me that a beehive that is used to the sound of your voice is friendly, less agitated, and less likely to swarm off.

britain has a great tradition of faerie hunts: pwyll, herne, white harts, etc. we used to be all woodland, hurtling about between trees to escape wild boar and ghostly frights, chasing and being chased. why not try waiting for your fae deer to come home to you instead? incidentally, if you've not been on a walk by moonlight along chalk paths in the wood, i would recommend it; it's deliciously ghostly and ethereal, and if you're tremendously lucky a friend will vanish abruptly from sight beside you, having fallen in a ditch. the light changes the colours of the downland, too - everything goes purple and blue in the halfdark. this is rather obviously set on my home turf, huh.

i've discussed the steeleye span-ness of this fic before, but this is the big bit. it entertains me that ruth becomes a cunning fox, having been what would, contemporarily, have been called a cunning woman.

and then, lo, it is all alright in the end. aw. if you still have any questions, let me know!

#thank you! this is long. #anyway hope it's interesting i'm a big history nerd #this is your captain speaking

[dreaminyourvoice]

So I finally got round to watching Snodgrass, the short film that imagines a world where John left the Beatles in 1962, and by 1991 was a washed-up shirker. It’s a great piece starring Ian Hart (from Backbeat and The Hours and Times) - the whole thing can be seen on YouTube here. 

Anyway, it inspired me to write a short fic using the film as a jumping off point. Check it out. ♡

(Ian Hart as John Lennon and Emma Stansfield as Cal (John’s landlady) in Snodgrass)

#my fic #mclennon #if you squint #ian hart #snodgrass #au

[pcttrailsidereader]

Ordeal by Ice and Snow

As a counterpoint to Monday’s post, Ian Sarmento’s story is illustrative of what can happen without the right equipment and experience in navigating the winter PCT.  Ryan Forsythe, author of “Sometimes They Come Back”, in The Pacific Crest Trailside Reader: California, observes that “there are two types of stories of lost hikers.  First, are those the hikers themselves tell of being stuck or stranded, perhaps due to injury or horrific weather, before somehow miraculously finding their way out.  And then there are those stories that others must tell, of friends or loved ones lost forever …” Ian Sarmento, thanks to a blend of determination, stamina, and luck, lived to tell his tale from the wintry north this past autumn.  While there will be some second guessing of Ian’s decisions along the way, there can be no question about his courage, his fight, and unwillingness to give up.

Today marks the 8th anniversary of the safe conclusion of Sarmento‘s story and his thru hike.

By Ian “I’m Fine” Sarmento

October 19 - November 11, 2012

I was hiking in the rain south of Glacier Peak when I passed two other thrus mid day who were waiting out the weather in their tents. After a few hours of hiking, rain turned to sleet, and eventually to snow.  I crossed Red Pass, and was soaked to the bone and freezing, so after descending a thousand feet to a small patch of trees, it started to get dark and I decided to setup camp. When I awoke in the morning, the snow was knee to mid thigh deep, with some waist high drifts, and it was still coming down. I packed up and decided to make a move for lower elevations, soon losing the trail. As I cut downhill, the side of the ridge was covered with nearly waist deep snow. I aimed for a creek with the intention of following running water to lower elevation and hopefully eventually exiting the wilderness. After following the creek for an hour or so, I noticed a saw-cut stump and soon three small logs lying across the creek with saw-cut ends. There was a noticeable indent (trail) in the snow on the other side. I crossed the logs and followed the indent the best I could, eventually leading to a very nice man-made bridge. I came to a side trail with a sign that read, “Trail Abandoned, Use New Side Trail .25 mile North of Sitkum Creek on PCT”.  I continued until I reached that side trail where there was another sign posted.  “White Chuck Road and Trail Washed Out”. F***.  

I continued north on the PCT until I reached a sign reading “White Chuck Road, and Kennedy Hot Springs”. Scratched into the sign were some notes from other hikers including “Both Destroyed!!!” and “Not an exit!!!”. F***!!!.

I stayed on the PCT intending to cross Fire Creek Pass, and camp by Milk Creek, hoping that the Milk Creek Trail would offer an exit. But by nightfall I had lost the PCT just north of where it crosses Glacier Creek (not realizing that it crossed the creek I continued straight instead), and dug in next to a boulder, set up camp, and hoped to find the trail in the morning. By morning a fresh 3-4 inches of snow had fallen.

I crested the ridge. I saw no sign of the trail. The ridge dropped steeply down in front of me. To my left was a steep treacherous pass, complete with shear cliffs and glaciers, and to my right the ridge gradually descended until there were trees on it. I couldn’t cross the pass, I didn’t want to slide down into the canyon ahead (which eventually ended up happening anyway), I didn’t want to backtrack, so I trucked down the ridge to my right hoping to find sign of the trail once I got into the trees. Cut off branches, blazes, anything.

However the ridge grew steeper and steeper until I started sliding out in 20ish foot sections, stopping myself on trees, until I reached a small cliff.  I lowered myself, holding onto small trees and branches. Eventually the path I chose became nearly vertical offering me no other options than to continue forward. I reached a 15-20 foot cliff.  I maneuvered horizontally holding onto trees until I found a more manageable section of cliff. I dropped my pack and trekking poles down first, then pissed on my hands to warm them up enough to gain enough grip strength to lower myself down holding onto exposed roots or rock. When I got to my pack, which had rolled about twenty feet in the snow I noticed my camera had fallen out of my hip belt pocket. I dug all around in the snow, went downhill, back uphill, nothing. I had lost the only thing making me feel somewhat connected to the outside world/people. My video diaries of this whole misadventure were lost. Felt more alone.

I continued forward until the terrain flattened and stumbled through a patch of small trees bent over under the weight of the snow. I reached one more small cliff and dropped down to the scree slopes of the canyon below and started following the creek at the bottom downstream until it dropped off steeply into a section of canyon with 20-foot vertical walls. I backtracked until I reached another waterfall. Each side of the canyon was too steep to ascend, so on the floor of the canyon between two branches of the creek, I stomped down and scooped out as much snow as I could on the flattest spot for my tent.

And I waited. And waited. And waited. And starved. And froze. And waited.

On day two for some reason I had a premonition that after nine nights in my tent I would be rescued. I spent the next nine days rationing food at 300-500 calories per day (the first couple days were closer to six or seven hundred). The first five or six nights were very cold.  During this period the snow would melt a little during the day but be replenished at night with new snow. After that it warmed up enough to rain and even the nights were only slightly below freezing. After night nine, the snow had mostly melted. During this period I spent all day crazy with hunger pangs, hoping, and thinking. There were times I was extremely anxious. Sometimes I felt good about my decision to wait for help and other times I contemplated trying anything I could to escape. I would drift back and forth between feeling relatively calm and sedated to helpless and anxious. At times I was confident that I would survive, and other times I was less hopeful. By the fifth or sixth day I began imagining airplane sounds from the noise of the creek. Two days later I began imagining helicopter noises, and by day nine or ten I would constantly hear both airplanes and helicopters. I wore earplugs the last two days to protect my sanity the best I could.

After the ninth night the snow had melted enough that I should have made a break for it then, but I decided to wait the day out to honor my premonition. If I wasn’t rescued I would go for it the next day. This was my first full day with zero calorie intake. The day came and went, and when I woke up the next morning I decided that if I were going to die in the wilderness, I wasn’t going to die laying in a nylon coffin in that god forsaken canyon I had grown to detest.

I packed up and headed for the upstream waterfall, carefully climbing hand over hand beside it, then following the creek to a low spot in the cliff above the steep canyon wall. This was the only possible chance I had to climb out. I crawled up the scree slope on my hands and knees, then grabbed onto rocks and roots to climb the canyon wall. I fought through thick undergrowth and trees until I was able to climb a small knoll to view the surrounding area. I spotted a route for getting up the canyon wall and back onto the ridgeline from which I had descended ten days ago. I crossed a steep, unstable scree slope very carefully with each ill-placed step sliding out. Once across the scree I had to attempt a climb. I started up, and grabbing onto the frigid rock face for dear life, made it. Thinking back I cringe at the thought of how narrowly I had made it and just what would have happened if I made a mistake. I resurveyed my surroundings on the ridge hiking around the area for a couple hours. I eventually traced my steps back to Glacier Creek, found the trail where it crossed, and followed it up to Fire Creek Pass, which was still completely covered in enough snow to make navigating very difficult. The north side of the pass still had deep snow drifts but as I lost elevation back into pine forest the way became clearer.

It started raining lightly and by nightfall I was pretty wet. I camped on the trail north of Milk Creek. The next two passes were pretty much the same – difficult to maneuver, covered in snow, and sometimes frightening. I made it to Stehekin on a Friday. My last meal, if you can call it that, had been Monday. Hiking without any food, after already barely eating for nine days previously, was very difficult. Sometimes I could hardly keep moving when going uphill or through the snow. Having to pick my feet up to step over logs or rocks felt like I was lifting blocks of concrete. I ended up consuming massive amounts of water in spite of hardly sweating. When I arrived in Stehekin, I had lost eighteen pounds. I was ecstatic to have found my way out and to eat again, but also extremely sore and a little disoriented.

After deciding to continue north to the border (with a GPS this time), my backpack was unbearably heavy as I carried a ton of extra food. It was at least sixty pounds. The first twenty miles to Rainy Pass were smooth sailing. Then it started snowing again and by the time I reached Cutthroat Pass a fresh 3-5 inches had fallen. The higher I climbed the more snow remained from the last storm. It was frozen to a hard shell and very slippery and made for difficult walking. The north side of the pass was worse and wherever there was a steep ridge, the trail was completely snowed over, then frozen solid, making it nearly impossible, and completely terrifying, to traverse. South of Harts Pass the trail was treacherous as well.  I had to traverse a section on one ridge on my knees, facing the mountain, and stabbing my trekking poles a foot into the snow as to anchor myself. North of Rock Pass I slid about 100 feet down the ridge until stopping myself by digging my elbows and trekking poles into the ice and snow. Then using my trekking pole as a break, I slid down to the next switchback. Several times it took everything I had to keep going. The last day it never got above thirteen degrees. My nose was bleeding all morning from the cold dry air. By nightfall, before the sun had even finished setting, my thermometer maxed out at zero degrees. After the ice that had formed in my inflatable sleeping pad the night before ruptured it, I set up a bed of pine branches under my tent for extra warmth.

I finished my thru hike on November 11th.

[tawneybel]

Note: Top ten hottest characters, part sixteen. Hiram would probably be top five if I actually watched Riverdale. At the beginning of Yesterday, I was actually planning on putting Jack on here. 

10. Hiram Lodge (Mark Consuelos) from Riverdale

I don’t watch this show, but evil businessman hot. 

9. Quirinus Quirrell (Ian Hart) from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone 

Imagine the head game. Why is his obsequiousness so attractive? 

8. Valiant Thor (Cody Fern) from American Horror Story: Death Valley

Finally, an evil male sexbot. 

7. Raylan Givens (Timothy Olyphant) from Justified

If anyone had to be consensually handcuffed to a bed and have P-A-N-T-I-E-S shoved in his mouth, it should have been him.

6. Gavin (Alexander Arnold) from Yesterday

Poor guy. It was a jerk move for Jack to confess his love for someone else’s girlfriend IN FRONT OF MILLIONS. 

5. Evan Smith (James Earl) from The Belko Experiment

He’s secured my heart. 

4. Nothing (Evan Jonigkeit) from The Night House

When he’s not disguised as Beth’s husband in the raw, he’s a geometric menace. And still hot. 

3. Roberto da Costa (Henry Zaga) from The New Mutants

Why did they delete his fanservice scenes?

2. Bill Gambini (Ralph Macchio) from My Cousin Vinny

He’s a cute little thing. 

1. Aidan (Tyler Posey) from Alone

I watched this intently and I don’t even like zombie movies. All for the Posey booty.

Note: Previous part. Gavin was the Pete Best of the AU. Anyone remember Justified’s Tiny in Fixer? MY KINDA MAN. I would write for him if his scene was on YouTube. :(

#Aidan #Bill Gambini #Roberto da Costa #Nothing #Evan Smith #minors do not interact #Gavin #Raylan Givens #Valian Thor #Quirinus Quirrell #Hiram Lodge #Alone 2020 #My Cousin Vinny #New Mutants #Night House 2020 #Belko Experiment #Yesterday 2019 #American Horror Story #Harry Potter #Riverdale #Tyler Posey #Ralph Macchio #Evan Jonigkeit #James Earl #Alexander Arnold #Timothy Olyphant #Cody Fern #Ian Hart

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

MAZEL TOV!

(A Comissary Yakovlev x Rebeca Rosenfeld fanfiction)

FANDOM: Nicholas and Alexandra 1971

A fanfic describing the wedding of my Comissary Yakovlev with my OC, Rebeca Rosenfeld.

@amalthea9 @princesssarisa @mademoiselle-princesse @superkingofpriderock @lioness--hart @hmmm-what-am-i-doing

Two weeks had passed...

Now, Rebeca was seeing herself in the mirror, while her sisters  brushed her hair.

Aunt Masha had taught her about the charm of, in the wedding day, wearing something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, to have luck and happines in her married life.

Her mother’s wedding dress was the something new.

Blue and new was the ribbon that she was wearing in her hair, tyed in a coque.

And borrowed by Hannah were a pair of nacre earings and a silver brooch.

She was about to cover her face with the white veil, when she heard steps entering the bedroom.

Rebeca turned her back, and saw that it was her father, entering with extended hands.

-How does the dress is on you, daughter?

Rebeca camed close to her father, and he delicately touched the veil behind he head, and the fabric that involved her shoulders and arms.

Old Abner smiled, and letted a tear fall, while he sayed:

-You are beautifull. Like your mother, in our wedding day.

Rebeca, also smiling and starting to cry, answered:

-I wished that Mami was here.

Old Abner responded:

-I know, that wherever my Sarah is, she is watching you and praying to God for your hapness.

At this moment, Aunt Masha got up and asked:

-Now, good old Abner, what do you think if us two give our arms to our *devushka to the registter’s office?

Old Abner nodded with his head.

At the office, Yakovlev was on his foot, in front of the peace judge, wearing his boots,  black pants and a blue *kosovorotka, waiting for the arrival of Rebeca and his family. At his side, there were his friends Dr. Ivan, also wearing boots, combined with blue pants and a white *kosovorotka, and the photographer Benjamin, wearing black shoes and a black pants, tux and tye combination.

-Are you nervous?

Asked Ivan to Yakovlev, who answered:

-Happy.

First, camed Hannah, who stayed at her husband Ivan’s side. She weared a purple dress.

Them, camed Yakovlev’s younger sister, Sophia, alongside Noemi and Lilia, Rebeca’s younger sisters.

Sophia was wearing a blue dress, in a tone close to the kosorovotka of her older brother. She stood by her friend Benjamin’s side.

Noemi weared a red dress and was holding and old cup made of clay alongside a piece of white fabric, while Lilia weared a yellow dress.

Them camed Rebeca, holding arms with Aunt Masha, who weared a magenta dress, and her father Old Abner, wearing black pants and suit, with no tye, and a black *kippah on his head that he always reserved for special ocasions.

They brought Rebeca to her groom, who offered his hand to her.

Aunt Masha sitted alongside the other ladies, while Old Abner followed soon after kissing the forehead of his older daughter and say to Yakovlev:

-Always look after her.

-I will, Mr. Rosenfeld.

Answered Yakovlev to him.

As soon as the old man sitted down, Yakovlev and Rebeca turned their faces to the peace judge, who asked:

-Before i start the ceremony, i need to ask if there is anyone who oposes the celebration of this matrimony.

-If there was someone, we kicked him out!

Exclaimed Aunt Masha from her chair, making everybody laugh.

-Them, let’s start. First, the age of the bride.

Rebeca answered:

-26.

The peace judge now turned to Yakovlev:

-Now, the age of the groom.

Yakovlev answered:

-36.

The officer turned his face back to Rebeca:

-Rebeca Rosenfeld, do you accept *Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev as your expouse?

-I do.

Answered Rebeca, looking at Yakovlev with a smile.

The officer them turned back to Yakovlev:

-*Mikhail Sergeyevich Yakovlev, do you accept Rebeca Rosenfeld as your wife?

-I do.

Answered Yakovlev, smiling back at Rebeca.

The peace judge extended a pen to the couple:

-Now sign the papers, please. And them pass the papers to the testimonys.

Rebeca and Yakovlev signed the wedding papers, and them they passed the pen for Hannah, Ivan, Benjamin and Sophia, to sign their roles as testimonys.

-Noemi. Lilia. Aunt Masha. Come sign as well.

Called Sophia. The three ladies camed and signed.

The peace judge them sayed, to finish:

-Now, for the power to me invested, i declare you both, now married.

Just as he sayed that, Noemi raised her hand, where she holded the cup of clay, and sayed:

-Before you two kiss, i would like to ask to the groom to break this cup with his foot. This is a tradition of our people, to remind us of the fall of the Temple of Israel.

-I will be honored, Noemi.

Exclaimed Yakovlev.

While Noemi covered the cup in the piece of fabric she brought, Aunt Masha sayed a few words:

-The holly book has sayed: “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”.

Yakovlev asked, looking at Rebeca’s face:

-And who is my neighbour?

-Is me.

Sayed Rebeca to Yakovlev, who answered, while the veil away from her face:

-I love you.

Noemi putted the rolled cup on the floor, and her now brother in law broked in it with his foot, while her and Lilia exclaimed raising their arms to the air:

-Mazel tov!

And them, Yakovlev holded Rebeca by the waist, and raised and turned her around, while exclaiming in joy:

-My wife!

Before finally kissing her, who hugged his shoulders.

NOTES

*Devoushka is ‘girl’ in russian.

*Kosorovota is the traditional russian male shirt

*Kippah is the traditional jewish male small hat.

*I chosed to use Mikhail Sergeyevich as Yakovlev’s first two names as an homage to two Anton Chekhov characters that Sir Ian Holm has played: Michael L. Khrushchev in The Wood Demon and Peter Sergeyevich Trofimov, from the Cherry Orchard.

The music that i imagine to be the theme of this story is this one:

#period drama au #fanfiction #miriam margolyes #nicholas and alexandra 1971 #ian holm #sir ian holm #historical drama au #my ocs #my couples #inspiration station