Henry Cavill - Blog Posts

how can you choose, I want all of them🤩

-𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧

The men of Robert’s Rebellion feat. Henry Cavill

𝙰 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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The sound of clapperboards echoed in the bustling film set, and the atmosphere was electric. You stood in your costume, adjusting your hair in front of the mirror, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Today marked the final scenes of the film you had been working on for months, and you were about to share the screen with none other than Henry Cavill.

From the moment you met Henry on set, you were captivated. He radiated warmth and kindness, and his laughter was infectious. As co-stars in a romantic drama, you had spent countless hours rehearsing and filming together, sharing both light-hearted moments and intense scenes that demanded vulnerability. Over time, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

“Hey, you ready?” Henry’s deep voice broke you from your thoughts. He leaned against the doorframe, looking effortlessly handsome in his costume. The way his blue eyes sparkled made your heart flutter.

“Almost,” you replied, managing a smile. “Just a few last-minute touches.”

As you finished up, he stepped inside, his presence filling the room. “You know, you’re going to steal the show today, right?” he teased, his tone playful.

“Don’t jinx it!” you laughed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “What if I trip or forget my lines?”

“Then I’ll be right there to catch you,” he said, his gaze sincere. “You’ve got this.”

The two of you shared a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. You both knew the chemistry between your characters was palpable, but lately, it felt like there was something more brewing beneath the surface.

The filming went smoothly, and as the last scene wrapped up, a wave of relief washed over you. The crew erupted into cheers, and you exchanged excited glances with Henry.

“Can you believe we did it?” he asked, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Finally!” you exclaimed, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “I can’t wait to see how it all turns out.”

As the cast and crew celebrated, you found yourself standing next to Henry, drinks in hand. The energy of the room was infectious, and you felt a sense of camaraderie with everyone involved in the project.

“Why don’t we celebrate properly?” Henry suggested, his eyes twinkling. “Let’s grab dinner tomorrow, just the two of us.”

Your heart raced at the invitation. “Are you asking me out?” you teased, trying to keep the mood light despite your excitement.

“Maybe I am,” he said, his expression turning serious for a moment. “I’d really like to get to know you better outside of work.”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

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The next evening, you met Henry at a charming little restaurant downtown. The ambiance was cozy, with soft music playing in the background. You felt a mix of nerves and anticipation as you settled into your seat across from him.

“So, what do you think of the film?” he asked, leaning forward, genuinely interested.

“It’s amazing,” you replied. “I think it captures the essence of our characters beautifully. I still can’t believe we pulled it off.”

Henry chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. “It was all you. You brought so much depth to your character.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. “Thank you, but I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

As the night unfolded, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about your favorite movies, shared funny behind-the-scenes stories, and even exchanged silly impressions of your characters. The chemistry between you grew stronger with each laugh.

“Can I confess something?” Henry said, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, adding an air of intimacy to the moment.

“Of course,” you encouraged, your heart pounding.

“I’ve been feeling a connection between us since the beginning,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours. “More than just co-stars.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I feel it too,” you confessed, your heart racing. “I was worried it was just me.”

He smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over his face. “I’m glad to hear that. I’d like to explore it, if you’re interested.”

Before you could respond, the waiter arrived with your food, breaking the moment. You both continued to eat, but the atmosphere had shifted. The air was charged with the promise of something more.

---

The press tour began a few weeks later, and your schedule was packed with interviews, red carpet events, and promotional appearances. As you prepared for your first joint interview, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Just be yourself,” Henry said as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. “You’ll be fantastic.”

“Easy for you to say,” you replied, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “You’re a pro at this.”

“Thanks, but I still get nervous,” he admitted, giving you a reassuring smile. “Just remember, we’re in this together.”

As you entered the studio, the cameras flashed, and the buzz of excitement filled the air. You took your seat next to Henry, and the host greeted you both with enthusiasm.

“Welcome, Henry and Y/N! It’s great to have you here to discuss your new film,” the host said, flashing a bright smile.

The interview began, and you both shared stories about the film, your characters, and the fun moments on set. When the topic turned to your chemistry, you felt your heart race.

“So, what’s it like working so closely together? Any sparks flying behind the scenes?” the host asked, winking.

You exchanged a quick glance with Henry, and he smiled, his eyes twinkling. “I think we definitely connected on a deeper level,” he said, his voice steady. “It’s been amazing working with Y/N.”

The host leaned in, intrigued. “Is there anything more than friendship developing?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “We’ve become good friends,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

Henry chimed in, “And I think we share a special bond that goes beyond the film.” His gaze held yours, and you could feel the electricity between you.

The host smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “Sounds like there’s more to this story!”

As the interview continued, you felt a sense of exhilaration. The chemistry between you and Henry was undeniable, and you sensed the audience could feel it too.

---

Later that evening, you attended the film’s premiere. The red carpet was a whirlwind of flashing cameras and excited fans. You and Henry walked side by side, your hearts racing as you posed for photos.

“Just smile and enjoy it,” he whispered, brushing his hand against yours, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

The screening was a success, and afterward, you found yourself in a quiet corner of the venue, taking a moment to breathe. Henry joined you, his expression serious.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, his tone earnest.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” you asked, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“I really enjoyed our time together on the press tour,” he began. “And I want to see where this connection takes us.”

You felt your heart race. “I’d like that too, Henry. More than anything.”

He stepped closer, his gaze steady. “Then let’s make it official. I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

A smile broke out across your face. “I’d love that.”

Henry grinned, relief washing over him. “Great. How about we start with dinner tomorrow?”

As you exchanged numbers, the excitement bubbled between you. This was the beginning of something beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to explore it together.

---

The following weeks were a whirlwind of romance. You and Henry spent time together whenever you could, stealing moments between filming and interviews. Each date felt like a dream, filled with laughter, late-night talks, and shared moments that made your heart swell.

You visited art galleries, strolled through parks, and even tried cooking together, which resulted in more laughter than actual food. With each passing day, your connection deepened, and it felt like you were both falling in love.

One evening, after a particularly lovely date, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, the stars twinkling above you.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, turning to Henry.

“Of course,” he replied, his gaze focused on you.

“Do you think this is real? What we have?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a moment to consider before answering. “Absolutely. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s like I’ve known you forever.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. “I feel the same way.”

He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I want to protect this, whatever it is. I don’t want it to get lost in the chaos of our lives.”

“Me too,” you agreed, your heart swelling with affection.

As the moment lingered, Henry leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing.

The world around you faded as he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was sweet and soft, and you felt every ounce of the connection you had built over the past few months.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiles plastered on your faces.

“Wow,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “That was… perfect.”

You laughed, feeling giddy. “Definitely perfect.”

From that moment on, you both knew that your relationship was no longer just a budding romance. It had blossomed into something profound and beautiful, and you were excited to embrace the journey ahead, together.

---

As you continued your press tour, every interview became an opportunity to showcase your partnership, both on and off-screen. You shared stories of your chemistry, the challenges of filming, and the unexpected love that had developed.

Each time you spoke about Henry, your heart swelled with pride and affection. This was more than just a film; it was the story of your lives intertwining, and you were grateful for every moment.

As the tour came to an end, you both knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together.

A Mischievous Ride

Henry sat in the driver's seat of his car, with his loyal companion, Kal, an American Akita, riding shotgun. The two of them were driving on a scenic drive through the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of the open road.

As they cruised along, Henry glanced over at Kal, who seemed unusually restless. Kal's ears perked up, and he let out an excited bark that echoed through the car.

Henry chuckled, glancing at his furry friend. "What's gotten into you, buddy?" he asked, scratching behind Kal's ears.

But before Henry could react, Kal leaned forward and gave an adventurous bite to the edge of the seat, sinking his teeth into the fabric.

Henry's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a mix of laughter and exasperation. "Kal, no! Not the seat!"

Kal, undeterred by Henry's protest, continued to gnaw on the seat, thoroughly enjoying his newfound playtime. The mischievous glint in his eyes made it clear he was having the time of his life.

Henry, torn between amusement and concern for his car's upholstery, quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to Kal, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild scolding.

"Kal, my buddy, we can't have you destroying the seat," Henry said, trying to sound stern. "We'll have to find you a more suitable chew toy."

Kal tilted his head to the side, seemingly considering Henry's words. His tail wagged excitedly, as if he understood the playful scolding.

Henry quickly rummaged through the glove compartment, searching for something to occupy Kal's attention. He pulled out a sturdy chew toy, shaped like a bone, and handed it to Kal.

"Here you go, Kal," Henry said, offering the toy. "This should keep you entertained."

Kal eagerly took the toy in his mouth, his tail wagging even faster. He settled down in the backseat, content with his new chew toy.

With a smile, Henry resumed his drive, grateful that Kal had found a more appropriate outlet for his playful energy.

As they continued their journey, Henry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Kal's mischievous act. It was a reminder of the joy and unpredictability that came with being a dog owner.

Kal, now engrossed in his chew toy, occasionally glanced at Henry, as if seeking approval. Henry reached back to pat Kal's head, his voice filled with affection.

"You're quite the handful, Kal," Henry said fondly. "But I wouldn't trade you for anything. You bring so much excitement and love into my life."

Kal wagged his tail in response, as if expressing his agreement.

Together, they continued their drive, Henry relishing the company of his loyal friend and the shared adventures that awaited them. Their bond, strengthened by playful moments like these, would only grow stronger as they navigated life's twists and turns, one chewed seat at a time.

another low-res wip of the leyendecker study I’m working on but this time it’s napoleon

I’ve been so busy these pasts weeks with a big project finishing up at work and also being in three different countries in the past week but I’ve finally got some time to work on this again :)

I’ll probably finish this study soon so I’m looking forward to that :D

free me from the clutches of middle aged men with mustaches

kinda wanna start posting ff ideas on here so they have more potential than what im giving them now (sitting quietly in my notes). like maybe someone will see them and make a piece of art out of it. i don’t know, imma think on it

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

The Cold Light of Day (2012)

New pic of Henry Cavill training for Justice League.

Link

[ 18+ ] is this what love supposed to be?

anastasia steele x christian grey

(divorce au)

if this is us, what then?

we're good, we're okay. it's okay at first, we're happy, we get along, we drown on what we want, what we desire. but as time goes on in this.. whatever you call this, whatever this is, i don't even know anymore. is this marriage? is this what marriage supposed to be? is this just it? high and low, sleeping and getting up, submission and domination? i don't even like you anymore. i don't even know you anymore. why are we even still together?

"consequences, christian!" anastasia shouted, her voice is sharp, slicing through the silence of their cold home. but there was something else underneath. something raw, something cracking in the inside that made her face scrunch a little and made her hold back, as if that could even stop the sob that spilled out along her words.

"that is what this is."

song: do i wanna know by hozier

movie/show: a lot

Henry is literally the only reason a live action Geralt of Rivia worked in the first place. And it has nothing to do with him being a big fit dude but everything to do with him being a huge nerd and a bigass fan of the books and the video games. He knew this character. He was literally on set discussing with the show runners what Geralt would or wouldn’t do. This show only worked because Henry was the One good choice for Geralt. Just cancel your fucking show.

HENRY CAVILL MASTERLIST .ᐟ⁎✵࿔๛

෴࿔ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 XXIII 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .ᐟ

MY INBOX IS THE PLACE WHERE WE WILL DISCUSS ABOUT THESE MEN OR WHERE YOU WILL SUGGEST AMD REQUEST CERTAIN WORKS WITH THEM. DON'T BE SHY, GO WILD BECAUSE THE 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 SOMETHING IS, THE HAPPIER I AM TO WRITE IT. (My ANON list)

IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING, BUT YOU DO NOT FEEL INSPIRED, YOU MAY USE MY CUSTOM MADE, BRAND NEW WHEEL OF INSPIRATION. OR JUST MY 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

YOU MAY VISIT THE OTHER DISTRICTS, AND BY THAT I MEAN MY OTHER CHARACTERS AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, READ MY WARNINGS BEFORE INTERACTING WITH ME IN ANY WAY.

⁎✵࿔ NOTE THAT I AM NEW TO THIS FANDOM, BUT SO EAGER TO START MY JOURNEY WITH ANOTHER MARVELLOUS OLDER MAN. PLEASE, SHOW ME YOUR LOVE BY SUGGESTING ME WHAT TO WRITE OR JUST TALKING ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS. 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊.

I love you all,

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 ✵

I LOATHE how The Tudors (2007-2010) portrayed women. All women. The objectifiation and hypersexuality was disgusting, they were shown as overly emotional beings (not living souls) and every single one of them left room for vilanization while almost all men --evil or not--had their redemption arc and manipulated the audience emotionally to love all of them (even the rapists, the hypocrites; the greedy; the abusers).

Anyways, the actresses were beautiful, breath-takingly gorgeous actually. I love the six wives ⁎⋆๛✵ and I believe that Henry VIII has a special place in hell.