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darksoulcuteface · 11 months
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I want a David Percival in my life! 🔥🔥🔥
The hottest and sexiest James McAvoy character in my opinion! 😏😏😏
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eamesie · 2 years
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come on, now. this is the game.
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boredintjqueen · 2 years
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POV: You've been in a car crash and wake up in heaven.
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emmyspov · 2 years
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Even a spy needs a home (David Percival x reader)
author's note: oh god i am so happy with this one! i was in such a writer's slump and got so upset already because i did want to use some of my free time to write and now i created this! i really think it's my favourite thing i have ever written and i thought i'd share it, even if the fandom is like- super small? anyway! english (still) isn't my first language & all mistakes are mine. pictures are from pinterest <3
warnings: a lot of cursing and swear words, stitches (done unprofessionally), a tiny bit of spicy flirting
word count: around 1.5k
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You let out a comfortable sigh as you wrapped the blanket closer around your body, more than ready to go to sleep. Things have been absolutely crazy, and you were convinced that sooner, rather than later, history would be forever changed. People have been protesting and somehow, the spirit was different than ever before. You were sure: a revolution was coming – the wall would fall. Soon.
The frantic knocking at your front door was what pulled you out of your thoughts.
“The fuck-“
It was already dark outside, and the only light was provided by your little lamp on the nightstand to your left. Visitors at this hour were never a good thing, especially because you weren’t expecting anyone. Nevertheless, it seemed urgent.
You pulled a sweater over your head as you walked to the door, trying to get rid of the shivers that spread through your body.
You couldn’t help but huff as you opened it a crack after unlocking it: “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Can I come in? Please, I am hurt and- I don’t know where else to go.”
You pressed your lips together and crossed your arms. “Come in? You got some fucking nerve even showing up here.”
The man across from you tilted his head. “I thought you’d be excited to see me.”
“Excited? After the thing you pulled off last time? Fuck off, David.”
He furrowed his brows. “What I- What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play coy”, you muttered as you pointed your finger at him, “I am not dumb.” A huff left your lips, “Well, now that I think about it, maybe I am. After all, I thought this was something special between us. You told me I was different from the rest. It’s my own fault I believed that.”
His eyes never left yours as he spoke up, “Y/N, you are special. Whatever happened, I am sorry, but I didn’t do it. You must believe me, please.” David grabbed onto the doorframe and rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. “Let me come in and we can talk about this.”
“Talk? Sure. And then you’re gonna set me up again, sending God knows who after my ass.” You straightened your back. “I can’t fucking believe you. Who was it? MI6? KGB? Maybe even the Stasi?”
The spy’s eyes widened. “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”
You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. “I am talking about the men who busted down my door an hour after you left and who completely tore this place apart.” Suddenly, your sweater was not enough to keep the shivers away. 
David’s demeanor changed. “Did they hurt you?” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost threatening if you didn’t know him.
You shrugged, “They were a little rough when they grabbed me, but other than that-“ You shook your head.
He breathed out and fished a cigarette out of the pocket of his coat. “Fuck, angel, I- I would never do that, okay? I know, I talk a lot of shit, but I am serious about this. I care about you, I wouldn’t risk your safety, I swear.”
It was getting harder to pretend you didn’t miss him. “Then who would?”
David gritted his teeth and took a long drag from his cigarette. “Fucking Satchel. Found my only weak spot and-“ He shook his head. “I’ll take care of this, I promise, I-“ He stopped himself from leaning in to kiss you and instead grabbed his bags again, turning around on the spot to walk away.
“David?” He turned to face you again, raising his right eyebrow. “You can also take care of- whatever this is after a home cooked meal, a warm bath and a good amount of sleep.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fully opened the door. “Come in.”
The agent let out a huge breath and briefly bowed his head before looking up at you again. “Thank you.”
You watched him silently as he walked into your living room, letting his bag fall to the floor before he sat down on your sofa while you hung up his coat.
He grinned at you when you stood across from him, first aid kit in your hands: “Is that my sweater you’re wearing?”
You looked down your body, internally cursing yourself for not checking what sweater you put on. You chose to ignore the heat in your cheeks. “You said you got hurt?”
David pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes. “My shoulder, it’s- it looks bad, but it just needs a few stitches, I think. Can you do that for me?”
Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “I can put a band aid on you and give you a pain killer, I cannot do stitches, David!”
He clicked his tongue. “I’ll guide you.”
And that’s exactly what he did. For the next forty-three minutes, the agent told you what to grab and how to use it. After removing his shirt and cleaning the wound, you got to work. “I’m sorry”, you whispered when you started to pierce through his skin, but he didn’t even flinch.
“It’s fine, angel, you’re doing great.” 
The rest of the stitches were done in silence, and you finished the little patching up session with a kiss to his upper back. “All done. I’ll just put a bandage on you, yeah?” You didn’t even wait for an answer and simply followed through with your statement, letting your fingertips gently run down his back when you were done. “Can I run you a bath?”
“That depends”, David smirked, “Are you going to join me?”
And just like that, his smug and sassy usual self was back.
You shook your head with a smile, “No, I will fix you a plate of food. But you take all the time you need. There’s a blue towel you can use.”
He got up without a word, but not before he kissed your forehead and brushed through your hair. This interaction almost felt like- no. David Percival did not do relationships.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but when David joined you in the kitchen, his hands weren’t stained with blood anymore and he looked almost peaceful, if a little tired.
You pointed to a chair at the table and watched him sit down before you put down a plate of casserole in front of him.
“It’s from yesterday which makes it taste even better”, you mused while you grabbed your cup of tea so you could sit down across from him. But David didn’t start eating. Instead, his gaze was fixed on you.
“I’m fucking horrible when it comes to this emotional stuff, but I need you to know that I do love you.” You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. “I never planned to love you, not like this.” David cleared his throat and leaned back against his chair. “You weren’t supposed to be more than just another lover, perfect to have some fun with every once in a while, but for fuck’s sake, it’s like your kindness corrupted me in the best way possible.”
Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, but he just kept going. “Your softness rubbed off on me and my heart.” David licked his lips. “You make me want to quit all of this shit, live a normal life.”
His hand carefully settled on top of yours as if he was afraid to touch you. “Even a spy needs a home, and you are mine. I want to hug you and kiss you and make you happy. Only you. No more one-night-stands, no more lies.”
His words had knocked the air out of your lungs and you were struggling to come up with something that could deliver your own emotions, so you did the only thing you knew he’d understand. 
Your chair creaked as you stood up and you walked over to the British man, carefully sitting down in his lap. His hands settled on your hips like it was the most natural thing in the world, making you smile. You held your breath when you leaned even closer to him, your gaze flickering from his lips back to his piercing blue eyes.
“Welcome home, David”, you breathed and closed the gap between you with a gentle force. He hummed into the kiss and his grip on you tightened, making you dizzy with happiness.
Before things could get too heated though, you carefully brought some distance between the two of you and stood up. A whine escaped David’s lips and you chuckled, caressing his cheek. “You gotta eat first. Then we can continue this, love.”
“Lucky fucking me.”
You couldn’t help but laugh and sat back down in your own chair, watching the agent dig into the food. His eyes met yours.
“It’s good to finally be home.”
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reppyy · 1 year
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educatingmerlin · 7 months
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David Durham played Gwen and Elyan's father, Tom the Blacksmith, in two episodes in Merlin season one.
Durham studied at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama as a violinist. He is also a singer and specializes in classical baritone, and has performed many times in the opera.
His most recent project was an acting role in Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Amongst Thieves.
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“I don’t want to fuck that old man! Ew, that’s gross!” girl then move over
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tinyreviews · 2 months
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Movie Review: American Fiction 2023. Sarcastic wit. Hilarious punchline. Must Watch!
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I gave this movie a pass at first. But the hype from the Oscars made me watch it and I enjoyed this movie a lot! For a comedy, it dealt with quite a lot of serious topics. The last act is kinda messy but the punchline hit right.
It’s a clever story. The structure is clever. The characters are clever. The dialog is clever. The ending is hilarious. MUST WATCH!
Did you find the movie (and dialog) clever? I like the sister, Lisa, a lot!
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American Fiction is a 2023 American comedy-drama film written and directed by Cord Jefferson, in his feature directorial debut. Based on the 2001 novel Erasure by Percival Everett, it stars Jeffrey Wright, Tracee Ellis Ross, Issa Rae, Sterling K. Brown, John Ortiz, Erika Alexander, Leslie Uggams, Adam Brody, and Keith David.
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araiz-zaria · 4 months
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artphotographyofmen · 2 months
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Albus Dumbledore by David Keen
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madame-mongoose · 2 years
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Me when characters who don't curse are written to curse
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darksoulcuteface · 11 months
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eamesie · 2 years
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and you? what do you have for me?
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insinirate · 1 year
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brushing up on sir galahad lore is FUNNY as hell hes the churchs mary sue and he is their meowest little meow
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borealiszero · 1 year
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Double set for the wolf siblings
[ID start: Four illustrations of chibi Pyrrha Halloran and Dunstan See, my original characters from project: Cursed. The two first illustrations are Pyrrha Halloran. She is dark-skinned and has short black hair with half-black half-red eyes with cat-like pupils. She is smiling joyously, exposing her fang. She is standing proudly, posing with a broadsword on her shoulder. She is wearing a black jacket over her red tactical under shirt. She wear high waisted pants with three red tactical pouches on her legs and red boots. Her broadsword is black with red damascus steel pattern on it. There are three exclamation mark in the speech bubble.
The two last illustrations are Dustan See. He is fair-skinned with short spiky black hair. He is standing casually, holding his black twinblade. He wears black jacket over pinkish-red shirt and black trousers and boots. He wears a white mask with two dots for eyes and a wide smile. The speech bubble contains sparkling star.
Both illustration on the right are layered with layer effects, with Pyrrha's being warmer toned while Dunstan's being cold. The artist signature, @borealiszero are at their legs. // End of ID]
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djemsostylist · 11 months
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The portrayl of King Arthur and frankly his whole court is going to give me some sort of disease from which i will likely never recover
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