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oxfordsnotr0gues · 3 days
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Alison cooper I need your fashion style
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one-fancy-flapjack · 6 months
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I've been making these and reading them with the character's voices for the last 30 minutes.
edit : You guys have no idea how heartwarming your reblogs are, seriously I had no clue that this shitpost would be so well received 😭love y'all, take care 👻🏠
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bookshopcrow · 4 months
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"In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago"
I really wanted to post a Christmas illustration so here's my favourite scene from the entirety of BBC Ghosts in honour of its last ever episode today!
It makes me cry so much every time I watch it and it sums up Christmas so perfectly ❤️
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melted-mercury · 11 months
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a good dynamic methinks
(feel free to redraw this with whatever characters as long as i'm credited :v)
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butnotforlongg · 10 months
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Humphrey is such a good man like
He tried so so hard to make his wife happy. Not so that she’d love him, just so that she could be happy.
He held off the queen’s guards so that his wife from an arranged marriage could escape.
He stayed with Thomas when he went cold turkey and helped him with disassociating words from Alison.
He defended Mike when The Captain lost his temper at him for not sticking to the script.
He took the time to explain to fanny how good it is that equal marriage exists, in a way he knew she would understand.
There’s probably more that I can’t remember but yeah, I love him with my whole heart
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liamtheshark7 · 8 days
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Aww 🥲 /pos
I love kiells instagram story’s
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reluctantjoe · 8 months
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Yonderland (2013-2016) / BBC Ghosts (2019-2023)
MATHEW BAYNTON & CHARLOTTE RITCHIE Chief Elder Choop | 2.02: The Winging Detective Alison Cooper | 3.04: I Love Lucy
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ramblingsofafanatic · 3 months
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bbc ghosts art i made for my wall
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allmyfandombrainrot · 2 years
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Ghosts text posts cause I've finally completed the Good Omens to Succession to Wwdits to Ofmd to Ghosts arc
I have more here <3
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what-the-bally-hell · 6 months
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women of bbc ghosts appreciation post<3 (because I don't think they get enough love)
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doomsdayoption · 1 year
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I swear every day I am closer to getting a shirt with "written by BEN WILLBOND" on it because I, too, am queer, depressed, and funny.
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sunnyy3d · 5 months
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Bingley Is the One|Thomas Thorne x Reader
A/N: I hope this is good and people like it cause it took me forever to write… Requests open!
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"Thomas, what are you talking about? Bingley is obviously better than Mr. Darcy!" This is so stupid. I can't even believe that we are having this argument, but Thomas just has to be persistent. Of course he would say that Darcy is better; he has been acting just like him!
"Darcy is clearly better! He's much more sophisticated and mysterious than Bingley. Plus, he gets the girl," he argues. Really? That's his point?
"That is so stupid, Thomas. Bingley gets the girl too! You know what? I am done with this conversation, it is pointless," I exclaim before I storm out. I really wish I could slam doors right now. It just makes me so angry! What is wrong with him?! Does he have to be so annoying? I finally reach my room, for once glad that I do not have to change or get ready for bed. With a sigh, I tiredly plop into bed and fall asleep for the night.
I wake up with a yawn and look over to the bedside table. The antique clock on top of it tells me that I overslept. Allison would be having breakfast by now, so I need to hurry because if I do not, I will miss talking to her before she leaves for work.
Allison has been a massive help as of late. She has been listening to me complain about how Thomas has been acting and offering me advice, though it hasn't gotten us anywhere. I smile as I enter the dining room, "Good morning, Allison!" I look around to see no other ghosts bothering Allison this morning. That's perfect. I can talk to her in solitude.
"Good morning," Allison greets, "you're unusually chipper."
"Oh, you know me! A great nights rest after yet another futile argument with Thomas," I retort. Allison sighs and gives me a dejected look as she pours her cup of coffee. "I do not get it, Allison. What ever happened to the old Thomas! That one was just fine! He was nice and considerate. Now this one is trying to say that Darcy is better than Bingley."
She shrugs, "Well everyone is entitled to their own opinion."
"But that is the thing! I heard him talking to Julian about how he liked Bingley more than Darcy. So, why is he lying to me? Is he just trying to start an argument?" I sit in the pulled-out chair with a frown, crossing my legs.
Allison sits across from me with her coffee and breakfast. Oh, how I wish I could eat breakfast. "Hm, that is weird. What's weirder is that he was talking to Julian, of all people, about Pride and Prejudice. I don't know, something is off."
I shake my head, "Is it me? What made him change?"
"No! Of course it's not you. You haven’t done anything but be kind. Well, before he changed… But at the same time, I'm not sure what caused this. Maybe I can ask Julian." She's finished her breakfast now, her chair screeching as she stands up to put her dish in the sink.
I give her a small smile, "Thank you, Allison. You are a big help. I guess you have to go to work now, huh?" She cocks her head with a thin smile and a hum, as if to apologize for having to leave. I walk her to the door, as she makes me promise to update her on the situation when she gets home.
I sigh as I head to the family room. Right before I reach the door, I hear Thomas' voice, which makes me hesitate. Do I really want to deal with another fight this early in the morning? I am already upset about the entire situation. In my moment of hesitation, I realize that Thomas is whispering to Julian. Why is he whispering? There is no harm in listening in, right?
"I don't know, mate, but that's on you. Just go up to her and kiss her or something, everyone knows that you like her," Julian teases. I feel my heart drop. Who are they talking about?
"Are you crazy? Don't say that," Thomas whisper-yells.
"Just talk to her. She doesn't bite," Julian jokes.
"You don't know that, " Thomas replies seriously, "You've clearly never had an argument with her." Oh. They are talking about me. I think I will just go now, maybe to the lake. Thomas may have that window as his sighing place, but the lake is mine. It's so calming to watch the waves.
Why am I disappointed that Thomas does not like me? I should know that by now. I mean, he has been starting arguments with me for over a month now. Do I like Thomas? I cannot; I despise the way he acts. Or at least I do now. I liked him before he changed. I would have considered us at least friends, but he must not have liked me that much. I do not understand what happened though. He acted just fine; he was kind and caring and ever so sweet to me. And then he was not. He started ignoring me and brushing me off. And those are just the tip of the iceberg.
But here I am, sulking because he said he did not like me when he has made it so obvious. How long have I liked him and not realized? Did he ever realize? Is that why he changed? Did he recognize that I had deeper feeling for him that he did not reciprocate?
Before I realize it, the sun is setting. I have been so lost in my thoughts, trying to calm myself by watching the tranquil clouds and rippling waves, but it has not worked. I had no idea that I have been sitting here for hours. To be fair, there's not much else to do when you're dead. Suddenly, I hear a twig snap from behind me. Whipping around, I spot Thomas. Of course. "Not now, Thomas. I'm really not in the mood.” He sits down anyway. "I'm serious," I warn.
"Can I please have just a moment? This is quite important."
"If it is imoportant." I shan’t look at him. I cannot let him see how this is affecting me.
"I have been searching for you all day, you know. I am not sure why I didn't check here first."
"Please, skip the pleasantries and get on with it. I have a feeling I know what this is about anyway." I shake my head, trying not to cry. I had not cried this entire time; but of course, now that he's here, the tears have come. Hopefully, they will fall and blend in with the lake.
"You do?" questions Thomas.
"Yeah, I heard you talking with Julian. I know he was messing with you about liking me. Do not worry, I know it's not true."
Thomas lets out a light scoff. "Then you must not have heard the entire conversation. I do like you."
"I already told you that I am not in the mood for joking."
"I am not joking! I really do like you," Thomas argues.
Thomas ducks his head, trying to put himself in my line of sight. And for the first time since the start of this conversation, I look at Thomas. Tears are rolling down my face. "Then why have you been treating me like this? I do not think there has been a single day where we have not argued."
"I will admit that I made a grave mistake. I listened to Julian's advice.”
"Why would you do that?" I scoff.
"Because I wished to impress you. I was so desperate at the time and I thought you would not like me. So, I tried to be someone that I wasn't. I wish to blame Julian but it is on me. I cannot fathom why I thought that you would like what Julian made me out to be. I apologize for the way I have treated you. I can see how much I have hurt you, and I understand if you do not return my feelings." Thomas reaches his hand to my face to wipe away my tears, and I can't help but lean into his touch.
Holding his hand to my face, I explain, "I will say that the way you have treated me has hurt, but I understand now. You should have just talked to me in the first place." Thomas drops his hand to face me entirely, and I miss the warmth.
"I realize that now. I'm not sure why I ever listened to Julian in the first place. He made me believe that you would like Darcy more than Bingley, and that says a lot."
"How does he even know who Darcy and Bingley are?" I chuckle.
Thomas laughs heartily at that comment, "I had to explain the characters to him. I was trying to explain how I was more of a Bingley than a Darcy."
I look him in the eyes, smiling. "Well, it is a good thing that you now know that Bingley is the one for me."
"Really?" Thomas asks with a broad smile across his face.
"Yes! Thomas, I liked who you were before Julian’s tutalage. If you can go back to being yourself, that would make me more than ecstatic."
Thomas jumps forward, clasping his hands in mine, "Of course, I would do anything for you!"
I laugh, resting my head on his shoulder so that we can watch the sun finish setting together, "That's more like it."
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its-a-hare-pom-pom · 3 months
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After Alison and Mike move away Alison just talks to herself but Mike thinks there are new ghosts and neither of them realise why the other is acting weird
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reluctantjoe · 7 months
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Without the income from the gatehouse, even with functions, it's gonna be tight.
MIKE COOPER & ALISON COOPER BBC Ghosts | 5.01: Fools
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Back again with more insane crossover art! featuring some first impressions :]
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