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Multi fandom blog & gif maker.
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Vikings (Athelstan/Ragnar - Athelnar).
George Blagden (Tblag with Travis Fimmel).
James McAvoy (McFassy with Michael Fassbender).
X-Men (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr - Cherik)
And then the occasional Sherlock, Merlin, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Atlantis, Red Dwarf, Kingdom Hearts, Hannibal and anything else that takes my fancy.
Could have NSFW content.
Is that Killian’s onesie??
it wasn’t intended to be— when I did that one I had never seen his onesie, I was just making a joke off of that selfie George took. But it was too good to pass up…
Tiny Viking style.
This. I made it for you. <3
Now you have photo submission and I can send it :D
Oh for christ’s sake, Mike will you shut the fuck up about me not having a husband!!!
Every other day it’s, “Why don’t you have a husband yet?” “You should have a husband.” “You are nearly 30 years old you should have a husband!” I don’t know if it’s Polish thing or just a man thing in general, but jesus fuck SHUT UP!!
I was talking to him about my move to Scotland and how I’m now looking at a one bedroom bungalow, and how I still want to work nights, and he says, “But what if your future husband doesn’t want you working nights?”
What century are you from?
I tell him, for the 3 billionth time, that I don’t want a husband! He asks “Why?” I reply:
"Why don’t I want a husband? Well you’re making a pretty good case for not having one right now!"
Ecbert/Athelstan, 25. librarian/avid reader au
He’s young enough to be your son, he tells himself. Sometimes. Mostly on the days after he’s had dinner with Aethelwulf and Judith. You should be ashamed of yourself, you dirty old man.
It’s just - whenever Athelstan walks through the doors of the library, it’s as if the sun’s come out.
Even when he’s in the company of one of those friends of his, mostly from the local viking reenactment group. But it’s better when the young man comes alone, when he has time to stay and chat, gush about whatever book or author he’s currently devouring and listen to Ecbert’s suggestions, before wandering off with a pile of fresh supplies.
Lately, Athelstan’s taken to taking fewer books home at a time - sometimes just one - meaning he comes back more often, sometimes several times a week. Ecbert is trying not to read anything into that - nor into the fact that Athelstan has stopped bringing friends along and has taken to avoiding the times when he knows the library will be crowded and time for chatting scarce.
He’s trying very hard not to read anything into that.
But then there’s today and Athelstan is back, returning a Discworld novel and a Norwegian viking novel Ecbert had to ILL for him (“It’s Vikings! In Africa! How is that not cool?”), and Ecbert brings out the book that’s been waiting patiently on the shelf under the desk for three days, because it simply wouldn’t do for anybody else to check it out first.
Athelstan’s squeal at the sight of his favourite author’s newest novel makes Ecbert change his mind. Now this - this is as if the sun’s come out.
"Listen, are you doing anything this weekend? It’s just - some friends of mine are getting married and they’re having this great, big viking party, and I was wondering, well, if - would you like to go? With me?"
"As in a date?" he asks, and the young man blushes and looks down, but he also nods and says: "Yeah, a date. That is - if you want it to be? I mean, if you don’t, we could go as friends, that be totally…"
"I’d like that. For it to be a date," he adds, turning the dawning disappointment in the other man’s eyes into a wide smile.
"That’s great. Good. Oh, just one thing - you’re going to have to be in costume. Everybody’s going be dressed to fit the theme."
"Ah. Well, maybe we can discuss that over coffee? Tomorrow?"
He’s young enough to be your son, he tells himself - but frankly, who cares?
The fact I’ve started to say “back when I was your age” to my 18 year old co-worker, is frightening.
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