gwen x sybil

i still can’t believe sybil/gwen wasn’t a more popular ship tho like it ticks so many beautiful tropes

the lady/maid aka master/servant trope

spoiled rich girl/spunky poor girl trope


WILD CHILD SUFFRAGETTE ACTUALLY RAGING LESBIAN TROPE (ok maybe that’s not a trope but i totally thought that’s where sybil’s story was heading and then nope)

also featuring such as lines “your dream is my dream now” and unnecessarily long close-ups of gwen staring at sybil like a lost puppy because yes wow much hetero very straight

it was prime femslash material and it was ignored i cannot believe

gothamgirl28  asked:

Mistaken identities

“So what do we know about this guy?” Sybil asked Gwen as they traveled up the lift on their way to Thomas’ flat.

Gwen shrugged her shoulders.  “Hardly anything, but you know how Thomas is; he rarely says anything about his boyfriends, and he rarely introduces them to us!”

Sybil sighed and leaned back against the lift.  “I suppose we should be ‘grateful’ that he deemed us worthy to meet this one.”

Gwen snorted at that, before laughing along with Sybil as the lift’s doors opened.  They walked down the familiar corridor to Thomas’ flat and knocked on the door, waiting for their friend to open it.  However, it wasn’t Thomas who opened the door, but a broad-shouldered stranger with the most breathtaking blue eyes Sybil had ever seen.

The man smiled at them, although he seemed to do a double-take when he looked at Sybil.  “Hi,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Gwen glanced back and forth between the two.  “Hi!” she answered, grinning as the stranger seemed to snap his head in her direction.  “I’m Gwen and this is Sybil, and you must be–”

“Oh, sorry,” the man blushed but smiled, before extending a hand to Gwen.  “I’m Tom.”

Gwen shook his hand.  “Nice to meet you,” she answered, before turning and looking at Sybil who still appeared to be gawking.  Gwen purposefully gave her friend a nudge with her shoulder, which seemed to do the trick with waking Sybil from whatever trance she was in.

“Yes!” she all but burst, before closing her eyes and silently groaning in embarrassment.  “Yes, very nice to meet you,” she returned, shaking his hand somewhat awkwardly, and feeling her insides melt just a little at his smile.

“Please, come in,” he murmured, stepping aside.  “I’ll let Thomas know you’re here.”

Gwen looked over at Sybil with raised eyebrows.  “I don’t remember Thomas ever mentioning a name…or the fact that his new bloke of his is Irish…” she assessed Tom’s arse as he walked away and nodded her head approvingly.  “Well done, Thomas, well done.”

Sybil groaned and shook her head.  Gwen looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question.  “What, you don’t think he has a nice arse?”

“Of course he does!” Sybil blushed as she realized what she had just said.  “But…we shouldn’t…ogle…his boyfriend,” she mumbled.  Nor should she fixate or swoon over the gay Irishman, because…well, for obvious reasons.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked, looking at Sybil with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“Fine,” she muttered, putting on a smile as their friend came around the corner.  “Well there you are,” Thomas held his arms out in greeting.  “Lovely to see you both as always.”

“And you as well,” Sybil replied, hugging her friend.

“It always is,” he cheekily answered, before turning over his shoulder.  “Tom! Bring out that wine I set to chill about an hour ago!”  He turned back to Sybil and there was no mistaking the mischievous grin on his face.  “So…what do you think?”

Sybil blushed deeply at his question.  She looked at Gwen then back at Thomas.  “Um…he seems nice?”

Thomas threw his head back and laughed.  “Queen of the understatement,” he chuckled.

Tom reentered then, holding several glasses and the newly opened wine bottle.  Sybil smiled kindly back at him as he handed her a glass, trying her best not to stare (or fantasize) as she caught a lovely glimpse of his muscular forearms.  Stop it, she told herself.  The man was unavailable for multiple reasons, least of which being that she wasn’t his type in the slightest.

“So Tom,” Thomas took his wine and sat down on a nearby sofa.  “Tell the ladies about yourself.”

Tom glanced at Thomas, then back at Gwen and Sybil and it wasn’t missed by Sybil how much he was also blushing.  “Uh…well, I’m a writer–” he began.

“Oh! Anything we might know?” Gwen asked keenly.

Tom chuckled as he nervously ran a hand over the back of his neck.  “Well, that depends. Do you read Irish history and politics?”

Gwen’s face fell.  “Can’t say that I do…but Sybil does!” she said with a grin.  Sybil looked stunned by Gwen’s words.  “Alright, perhaps not Irish history, per se, but she does follow politics.”

Tom looked back at Sybil, and again she felt her insides melt at the smile he offered.  “Really?”

“Yeah she does,” Thomas muttered.  “Bleeding heart leftie she is; the black sheep of her family.”

Sybil glared at Thomas, but forced a smile at Tom.  “Guilty as charged,” she sheepishly admitted.

“Me too,” Tom revealed, smiling kindly.  Oh blast him and his smiles!  Why couldn’t Thomas boyfriend be…less remarkable?

Thomas sighed and glanced at his watch.  “Where on earth is he?”

Gwen and Sybil looked at their friend in confusion.  “He?”

Thomas nodded.  “Edward; I mean he rung me and told me that his train was running late, but this is ridiculous.”

Sybil and Gwen exchanged a look of confusion.  “Who is…Edward?”

Thomas frowned.  “Um, the very reason to why I invited you over?

Sybil’s eyes widened at his words.  “But…but I thought…?” she looked at Tom and then back at Thomas, and it was then that both men seemed to realize what she was saying.

“You thought TOM was my boyfriend!?” Thomas sputtered, looking rather disgusted.  “Please, give me some credit–”

“Oi, I’m right here,” Tom snarled.

Thomas shook his head.  “Besides being disgustingly straight, he’s not tall enough for me–”


“And you know I’m not one for muscles…unlike you, Sybil,” he added, with a devilish grin.

Sybil’s face flamed, but she held her tongue and looked back at Tom who was chuckling and grinning back at her, in a rather adorable, sheepish way.

Gwen still looked confused.  “So…Tom is just–?”

“Jesus,” Thomas groaned.  “He’s just a friend!  What, gay men can’t have straight male friends?”

Both Sybil and Gwen looked down, embarrassed.

“Well, in our defense, you never told us Edward’s name, you just invited us over to meet your boyfriend and here’s this handsome man opening the door–”

“Ahhh, so the truth comes out at last,” Thomas chuckled in wicked amusement.  “You know Tom, Sybil is single–and vice versa, Sybil.”

Sybil and Tom both groaned, their faces the color of traffic lights.  Gwen simply eased herself back and sipped her wine, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as she winked at Sybil.  “So, I guess you don’t have to feel guilty for ogling his arse.”

The Drunkalypse Season 4, Episode 10: "The Children"

Overall Rating: 9/10 Tyrions in a barrel…crate…whatever. gdi.

I really loved this episode. It had everything I liked about Game of Thrones in it and nothing that I really hate, though the book wanker in me was clearing my throat a few times.

I legitimately didn’t know at some points what was going to happen, or how it was going to go down which was exciting. Some things I had hoped for happened, and some did not (SMH!!!!!!!!) but I thought it was a really well-paced, eventful episode.

ASOS is my favorite book of the series, so seeing things wrap up was CRAY! I don’t remember hardly anything from the next two books without wiki help, so I’m looking forward into venturing into the darkness with you all! Yasss!!!!!!



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COMING SOON!!! (very soon!)

Friday, Dec. 27 - Sunday, Dec. 29

Sybil x Tom BROTP WEEKEND!!!

Celebrate the BROTP’s of our OTP!  Gwen, Thomas, Mary, Edith, and of course, Matthew!  The celebration runs all weekend long, cumulating on Sunday as a special MATTHEW LIVES Day!

So celebrate the end of 2013 with bromance!