#Colin firth is my owner

[miss-tribbiani]

Hellor babes I'm back from my vacations and I'm salivating for some fanfics were yall at????

#i need therapy #long live the fanfics #Ao3 #Tumblr #aaron taylor johnson #tom hiddleston #henry cavill #Colin firth is my owner

[cinematicct]

Mamma Mia! (2008)

👰‍♀️🏝️🎶

Based on the smash hit Broadway stage musical, this jukebox musical film tells the story of a young bride-to-be who, in the hopes of finding her father, invites three men from her mother’s carefree past to attend her wedding.

An extraordinary ensemble cast includes: Meryl Streep as single mother/hotel owner/former lead singer Donna Sheridan, Amanda Seyfried as sunny soon-to-be-wed Sophie Sheridan, Pierce Brosnan as possible father number one/Irish-American architect Sam Carmichael, Stellan Skarsgård as possible father number two/Swedish travel writer Bill Anderson, Colin Firth as possible father number three/British banker Harry Bright, Dominic Cooper as Sophie’s fiancé Sky, Julie Walters as former backup singer/successful author Rosie Mulligan and Christine Baranski as former backup singer/wealthy divorcée Tanya Chesham-Leigh.

Meryl Streep is a miraculous talent that has it all: star power, exuberance and a singing voice that literally strikes a chord directly in the hearts and minds of fans and audiences. Amanda Seyfried is not just a shining star, but she’s got an angelic voice that exudes charm and potential. Together, Streep and Seyfried form a delightful onscreen dynamic between mother and daughter. Both actresses are backed by a trio of diverse actors who have basically played James Bond (Brosnan), King George VI (Firth) and MCU’s Dr. Eric Selvig (Skarsgård), respectively. What’s more, Julie Walters and Christine Baranski are a pair of excellent female troupers who add wisecracks and class to the mix.

The story takes place on a fictional island in Greece, which in turn reflects a vibrant society complemented by a picturesque backdrop. It is that particular setting where its inhabitants are engrossed in the idea of finding someone to share their lives with.

Throughout the course of the film, a string of budding romances start to develop, though not without its share of chaos. As such, a dumbfounded Donna struggles to reconcile her past affairs, while Sophie in turn struggles to identify her real father.

This particular musical (both the film and stage adaptation) is built around a selection of songs from Swedish pop supergroup ABBA. The track list includes: “I Have a Dream”, “Honey, Honey”, “Money, Money, Money”, “Chiquitita”, “Dancing Queen”, “Our Last Summer”, “Lay All Your Love on Me”, “Super Trouper”, “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”, “Voulez-Vous”, “SOS”, “Does Your Mother Know”, “Slipping Through My Fingers”, “The Winner Takes It All” (sung to perfection in an arresting performance by Meryl Streep), “When All Is Said and Done”, “Take a Chance on Me”, “Waterloo” and, of course, “Mamma Mia”. These songs not only exemplify the uninhibited quality of the story, but have left an indelible mark on the entertainment industry.

Lastly, the overall essence of Mamma Mia! is to embrace uncertainty as it is possible to define yourself without full knowledge of parentage. All in all, I recommend this upbeat, feel-good jukebox musical to every lover (and hater) of ABBA.

#mamma mia 2008 #jukebox musical #ABBA #meryl streep #donna sheridan #amanda seyfried #sophie sheridan #pierce brosnan #Sam Carmichael #stellan skarsgard #bill anderson #colin firth #harry bright #Julie Walters #christine baranski #Donna and the Dynamos #Greek wedding #Kalokairi

[mcbangle]

I dreamed of a grand old movie musical starring Funny Girl-era Barbra Streisand and BBC Pride & Prejudice-era Colin Firth (and no, the time period and ages of the actors don’t make any sense, it’s dream logic). Act 1 was set in an indeterminate time in the past, possibly the turn of the 20th century. Barbra’s character was a show girl and Colin Firth’s character was her husband, an architect building a colossal statue reminiscent of the Statue of Liberty. He had a rival in architecture who also was in unrequited love with Barbra, and Act 1 culminated in a dramatic fight inside the statue that ended with the statue burning to the ground and Barbra as the only survivor.

Act 2 started with a several-decade time skip. We see a woman all in shadows walking through a tunnel toward the camera. An orchestral version of Barbra’s Act 1 theme plays, and we understand the woman is her character. Then she steps out of the shadows, and it’s Angela Lansbury.

(At this point Dream I “paused” the “movie” to comment that in the original Broadway run Barbra had played the character in both Acts but with a wig and exaggerated old lady makeup in Act 2, but that the movie director wanted realism and to maximize the number of stars so he casted Angela for Act 2. I also noted that the Broadway audience would have recognized Barbra in old lady makeup so minimal explanation would have been needed for them to understand this was an older version of her character, but that they probably should have done a better job of explaining this in the movie.)

Angela steps out of the tunnel and the camera turns around 180 degrees and you see that she is looking at the building that served as the pedestal to the colossal statue. Then the camera pans up and you see that there is no statue atop the pedestal, and it’s a shocking moment, even though we just saw it burn down.

A voice asks “You’re saying there used to be a statue on top of that building?” Angela turns and explains to a group of young women, “Oh yes, and it was marvelous. My husband built it.” The ladies say thank you but you can also tell that they think she’s a bit senile and don’t believe she was married to the architect.

Another voice says “The tour of the grounds of the former statue starts now!” Angela excitedly steps forward, saying “I’d love to tour it!” But the tour guide rudely tells her she’s skipping the line, and if she wants a tour she needs to buy a ticket and get at the back of the (long) line. Angela wanders off, singing about how much things have changed since Act 1.

As Angela wanders through the park, we hear people excitedly say that Colin Firth, the famous actor, is coming. That’s right, Colin Firth plays himself in Act 2. As genre-savvy viewers we understand that since he also played the love interest in Act 1, he will inevitably have a May-December romance with Angela Lansbury’s character in Act 2. Alas, Angela wanders off to the right just as Colin enters from the left, so they don’t meet each other… yet.

Angela goes to the casino where she used to be the headliner, but nobody recognizes her except for a kindly restaurant owner who serves her lunch on the house.

And then, drat my luck! I woke up. Now I really want to see how Colin Firth and Angela Lansbury fall in love!

#i dreamed this #unreality

[kiwi-tai]

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Tag people you want to get to know better :)

Favorite color: Purple

Currently watching: The Amazing Spider-Man and Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin

(im sick and I thought Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker would make me feel better— it did a little)

(side note: after the insanity the original pll series put me through at 13 years old if the new company owners of hbo decide to cancel this show—that’s actually really good to my surprise I will riot)

Currently reading: You Can Feel It Just Below the Ribs by Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthews

(technically based around the world of their Within the Wires Podcast if your a podcast girlie go listen to it! It’s a fictional podcast based around different stories each season including meditation tapes and museum art guides! they are absolute geniuses I will promote Jeffrey and Janina as if they pay me because I love their work so much)

Currently listening to: Roses/Lotus/Violet/Iris by Hayley Williams

(I think the last time this tag came around I was also listening to Hayley can you tell I’m obsessed)

Last series: Space Force

(every show I watch and love with my whole heart always gets canceled :))

Last movie: Bridget Jones Diary

(a comfort rom com with Colin Firth <3)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Sweet

Currently working on: literally too much

annotating/close reading The Monk by Matthew Lewis (a shit fucking gothic novel by a deranged rich white 18 year old) so I can write an essay for my application to masters school that i need done way sooner than I want to think about, the request in my drafts that I swear in gonna get to, that s3 rewrite I keep talking about and not working on, s5 rewrite of the first two episodes that might just become a whole multiple part thing because I think I just have issues

Tagging everyone to do this I want to see your favorite things! Do it!

#tagged #tag #kiwi talks

[darlenefblog]

Austenland - 2013

I recently rewatched my DVD of this movie. I was culling out my stash and decided to watch this one again before I gave it away, I've decided to keep it after all. It's so cute. A true-blue Austen fan, Keri Russell, decides to break into her savings for a once in a lifetime trip to Austenland in England, a Jane Austen theme resort. Her apartment is an American's dream English flat, there's stuff everywhere including a huge cutout of Colin Firth. Turns out she can only afford the basic package & that adds to the humor in the plot. Jane Seymore plays the owner of the theme resort & Jennifer Coolidge is a clueless guest who's a hoot as Jennifer always is. Everyone is in period costumes with the guest all being quirky and the resort workers even more so. The workers off duty hanging out around the pool in their quarters is priceless.

Pretty sure I'll pull out this DVD again some night when TV programming sucks.

#austenland #jane austen

[rosalyn51]

Auction for Ukraine: Tom Ford Suits (A Single Man)

My Tom Ford Suits I Wore to the Venice Film Festival whilst promoting 'A Single Man'

Donated by: Matthew GoodE Lot No: 41

I am giving up these two fine suits which I had the pleasure of wearing to the Venice and London Film Festivals for premieres of 'A Single Man'

The joy of performing in a Tom Ford apart from the level of his work is that he gifted us several garments. It's a film I'm terribly proud of but I'd love these suits to find a fabulous new home

I have dry Cleaned them so don't worry. I aslo found the bow tie, handkerchief and cummerbund, so they are being thrown in too

One fairly careful owner. x

Suits are a size 50R (US)

Love how Matthew took the time to write these notes. He’s also joining his pals Colin Firth, Hugh Bonneville, Matt Smith and Jack Savoretti to host a luncheon for 4 guests to raise funds, which is currently the most popular auction item. So proud of him!

Lot No: 3  Currently bidding at £29,000. (Keep climbing!)

Bidding closes at midnight (UK time). Winners will be announced during The Chris Evans Breakfast Show. Chris Evans is the event organizer. Excellent Job!

#matthew goode #a discovery of witches #colin firth #a single man #tom ford #hugh bonneville #downton abbey a new era #downton abbey #matt smith #the crown netflix #the crown #doctor who #jack savoretti #auction for ukraine #the chris evans breakfast show

[365days365movies]

January 16, 2021: Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

I am a massive comic book nerd. Not unusual these days, to be fair. But I’m definitely up there, as far as my obsession with Marvel and DC go. And, yeah, I stick mostly to those two houses, and their various imprints.

Why do I bring this up? Well...remember this movie?

Kick-Ass was a pretty big deal when it came out in 2010, as it was a Marvel Comics movie that was completely unrelated to the relatively new Marvel Cinematic Universe. Based of a 2008 comic book written by Mark Millar and drawn by John Romita Jr., the film was directed by Matthew Vaughn, and featured a more realistic take on how real-world superheroes would actually work.

Vaughn and Millar by this point at least, were friends. Around 2012, they’re getting drunk at a pub together, and talking movies. The topic of spy movies come up, and how there hasn’t really been a good, non-parody, fun spy movie, and that there should be. And that was the bulk of their conversation.

Enter Dave Gibbons, a legendary comic book artist, whom you may know from drawing the comic book that was turned into this:

Oh yeah, he’s a big deal. Gibbons and Millar end up getting together to write a fun spy comic book based on this idea. Vaughn, meanwhile, is getting ready to direct X-Men: Days of Future Past, the sequel to X-Men: First Class, which Vaughn directed. That’s a good movie, by the way, even if I have...issues...with the treatment of the X-Men in film. Maybe one day I’ll get into that, we’ll see what happens. Ask me about it if you’re curious.

Anyway, Millar goes to Vaughn with this script, and Vaughan looks at it and realizes that he needs to direct this movie before somebody else makes it. So he leaves Days of Future Past, and he signs on to...

I feel like it’s an obligation, as a comic book dude, to watch this film. I should also read the book, but I didn’t do that with Kick-Ass, so to hell with it! Let’s get this recap started! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Starting off with some Money for Nothing, and somewhere in the Middle East, 1997! We go into a stone temple, where some kind of mission is taking place. A surprise grenade causes the loss of one of the agents. The surviving agents are Merlin (Mark Strong), Lancelot AKA James Spencer (Jack Davenport), and Galahad, AKA Harry Hart (Colin Firth).

Hart, feeling guilty over the death of this agent, tells his wife, Michelle (Samantha Womack) and child Eggsy (yes, Eggsy) of his sacrifice, and gives Eggsy a medal.

From there, we jump forward 17 years, to Argentina where...Mark Hamill?

Holy shit, it’s Mark Hamill! Apparently, he’s playing Professor James Arnold, and being held hostage by a group of mysterious men. Just then, he’s rescued by Lancelot, showing up with some classic James Bond-style swagger and asking for a cup of sugar, sardonically.

He kicks the asses of these guys, but is SLICED IN HALF BY A MAN WITH SWORD LEGS WHAT THE FUCK????

I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was watching the best thing I’ve ever goddamn seen. And as if that weren’t enough, she’s working for Samuel L. “Motherfucker” Jackson, playing Richmond Valentine. I am...I am so pleased.

We go to the Kingsmen headquarters, where Lancelot is being mourned by the Kingmen and their leader MICHAEL CAINE, REALLY, HOLY SHIT

Ahem. Sorry, uh...the star-studded cast has basically caused me to have a minor aneurysm. Caine plays Arthur, the leader of the Kingsmen. Get it? I can dig it, I’m a sucker for a good Arthurian reference. Anyway, now that Lancelot’s dead, it’s time to find a new candidate. Apparently, the man that died 17 years ago was part of an “experiment” by Hart, which Arthur says has failed. Galahad calls Arthur a snob, and says that they need to evolve with the times. \

Speaking of that former candidate, how’s his son doing?

Not stellar, it seems. His mom is dating a very unsavory gentleman, and not really taking good care of her youngest daughter. Eggsy (Taron Egerton), on the other hand, is a carefree delinquent. After engaging in an entertaining backwards car chase with the police (it’s cool), he gets arrested. He refuses to give up his friends, and he instead asks for a phone call.He looks at the medallion around his neck, and remembers that he can use the number of the back to contact someone for help. He uses a specific code phrase, but it appears not to have worked. But then, Eggsy is turned loose with little more than a phone call. That’s when Eggsy meets Hart.

We find out that Eggsy has a high IQ and Olympic-level athletics, but has dropped out of the Marines, and has been arrested for drugs and other illegal activities. After being read out by Hart, Eggsy goes on an anger-filled diatribe about the differences in privilege between the two of them. Although it’s short, it’s a powerful speech.

But that speech is interrupted by the owner of the car that Eggsy stole the previous night, as well as his gang. They’re yearning for a fight with Eggsy, and they threaten Hart. He doesn’t take that well, as he shuts the doors and windoes to the pub. Time to teach a lesson.

Yup, I’m giving this fight the posted video award. It might be short, but it’s also one of the best and coolest sequences I’ve ever seen in a spy movie. And OH, it’s giving me that gadget shit I was missing from the Bond movies.

After one of the most enjoyable fight sequences I’ve seen in a while, Eggsy’s understandably stunned. So is his stepfather Dean (Geoff Bell), the leader of the gang that Hart beat up in the pub. He’s not happy, and he beats Eggsy in their apartment, and that scene is...WHOOF. Much to their surprise, however, Hart’s left a device on Eggsy’s back. He threatens Dean through the device, and tells Eggsy to meet him at a tailor that he’d mentioned.

Once Eggsy escapes from Dean and the gang via nest parkour tricks, he makes his way to the tailor, where Hart officially brings him into the fold, giving him the opportunity to become a Kingsman. He exposits the history of the agency as a private group of spies, meant to protect the world while not bowing to the bureaucracy that plagues government-affiliated spy institutions.

We get to go to Kingsman Headquarters proper, and yeah...yeah, it’s cool. As compared to the other recruits, Eggsy’s pretty obviously out of place. This, of course, is part of the point, as Hart believes the Kingsmen could use someone with different life experiences and background. That would be the experiment mentioned earlier.

Eggsy’s competitors include Roxy (Sophie Cookson), who appears to actually be polite to him, unlike most of the potentials. They settle in for the night...but not for long. Their quarters fills with water, as the entirety of the Kingsmen head towards the showerheads and toilets for air. While they all succeed, Eggsy is the one who actually gets everyone out, by literally punching the window.

Unfortunately, for one of the candidates...it’s too late. These candidates could die in the hiring process. Rough.

Sadly, Mark Hamill also doesn’t quite make it, as Hart finds him, surprisingly freed from Valentine’s capture. As he’s questioned, Valentine is forced to kill him via Suicide Squad implant, and barely escaped from his men. Valentine and his henchwoman, Gazelle (Sofia Boutella) are trying to figure out who the Kingsmen are, to no avail at the moment.

Back with Merlin, who’s training the Kingsman candidates! They’re all told to get a puppy! Aw. Eggsy chooses J.B. a pug, under the mistaken impression that it’s a bulldog. And I’m not a pug person...but that puppy is cute as shit.

Time marches on, and the Kingsmen continue their training. Eggsy’s colleagues continue to discriminate against him, especially Charlie (Edward Holcroft). Hart, who was knocked out by the explosion, eventually wakes up. Valentine goes around to political leaders and proposes his plan to “save the world,” whatever that’s about to mean. Apparently, that includes giving the King of Sweden a surgical implant of some kind. Huh.

This, of course includes some, uh...conflict with Gazelle.

Awesome.

Eggsy’s in the final 6! As Hart congratulates him over this, we finally get some exposition on Richmond Valentine’s plan. See, that implant is the Suicide Squad bomb that killed Hamill, and Gazelle also has one. Additionally, he’s released a plan to the world that will provide free internet and phone data...forever. Not ominous at all, that.

After a cool skydiving training sequence, only three candidates are left. Hart, meanwhile, poses as a wealthy philanthropist, donating to Valentine’s cause. As a result, he’s treated to an extravagant dinner...of McDonald’s. Yes, it is the best product placement I’ve seen in a while, in case you were wondering. That reveal was hilarious.

Anyway, their conversation turns from talking about climate change studies and concerns, to their opinion of James Bond movies, in a lovely little piece of meta flavor. At this point, they would appear to understand each other’s role in the play, as it were. Forgot to mention, Valentine’s been kidnapping anyone who disagrees with his goals, while also distributing his free internet cards. So, there’s that. But he’s also trying to figure out what exactly the “Kingsmen” are. Speaking of...

Our three remaining Kingsman candidates are assigned a mission to seduce a young dignitary. However, all three of them make a mistake, and allow themselves to get drugged at a party, by someone wanting to know who Hart and Kingsmen are. When Eggsy wakes up, he’s been strapped to train tracks. Uh oh.

Despite an oncoming train, Eggsy doesn’t give the man any formation. Which, of course, was the point. It’s Hart, helping to give the Kingsman candidates a little loyalty test, which both Eggsy and Roxy pass with flying colors. But Charlie...Charlie’s a coward who immediately gives everything up, including Arthur himself.

Eggsy gets to spend 24 hours with Hart, before being thrown headfirst into a mission. Hart explains that being a Kingsman means being a gentleman, which Eggsy isn’t. Hart, of course, plans to fix that.

They head to the tailor, and check out some spy gadgets. And much to their surprise, Valentine is also there, under the guise of getting a suit. Hart takes the opportunity to recommend a hatter, who gives him a top hat with built in listening devices. I love it.

Eggsy, meanwhile, speaks with Arthur at Kingsman HQ. He’s commanded to perform one final test: kill his pug, J.B. Which...yeah, damn, that sucks. He doesn’t do it, understandably. Unfortunately...Roxy does kill her dog. She succeeds...and Eggsy’s kicked out of the Kingsman candidacy. Which feels like a bullshit play, if I’m honest.

Eggsy steals Arthur’s car, then goes back home. As he’s about to confront his stepfather, Hart brings back the car via remote access, then explains to Eggsy that the gun was filled with blanks, and that Eggsy ended up giving up his shot. He also reveals that the first candidate to die...didn’t actually die! It’s been a ruse all along, meant to test the candidates under the strictest of conditions. Which sucks, obviously, because Eggsy’s out of the program.

And at that point, Valentine says something of note, revealing that he plans to go to a hate church in Kentucky to begin his master plan. Hart heads there, and tells Eggsy to stay put.

We get treated to just...just the loveliest of sermons. Disgusting. But then...

...that’s the point, isn’t it?

Because Valentine uses the SIM cards to create a signal that drives the parishioners crazy. Hart’s also in the church, however, and he also starts going crazy. Which leaves the question: what happens when a highly trained spy goes up against untrained civilians, has a bunch of gadgets...and has absolutely no restraint whatsoever?

A MASSACRE, THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS. And most surprisingly, it’s a massacre that we actually SEE. Hart basically kills almost EVERYBODY in the church. I’ll put the video up, but...y’know, be warned here. It ain’t pretty.

Hart comes to, and realizes exactly what he’s done. He leaves, only to be confronted by Valentine and his men. The Bond metaphor finally comes full-circle, explained directly by Valentine. But instead of explaining his whole plan and devising some complicated way to kill Hart that he’ll inevitably escape from...

He just shoots Hart in the head. Holy shit. And this is while Merlin, Arthur, and yes, Eggsy watch on through Hart’s home feed. Looks like a new Kingsman is needed.

Arthur tells Merlin to assemble the Kingsmen. But Eggsy...Eggsy has other plans. Thinking on Hart’s words about wanting to do something good with his life. He goes to Arthur to talk to him about Hart’s death. Arthur invites him in for brandy. And that’s...when my mind exploded.

HE’S FUCKING IN ON IT?!? Michael Caine, NOOOO! Turns out that Valentine’s convinced Arthur of his true plan: a culling. He believes that the Earth’s temperature because there’s simply too much humanity, like a body trying to kill a virus. And so...he’s going to make the virus exterminate itself. And that argument’s enough to win Caine over.

Turns out that the implant is meant to protect those individuals against a neurological signal emitted by the SIM cards, the same one that went off in the church. Arthur, realizing that Eggsy understands exactly what’s going on, poisons him, then asks if he would like to join them. Eggsy refuses...and Arthur sets off the remote poison to kill him.

But NOPE! EGGSY SWITCHED THE FUCKIN’ GLASSES! I love this movie. Arthur dies, and Eggsy uses the opportunity to dig the implant from his neck. He takes that and Arthur’s phone to Merlin and Lancelot, who realize that they can’t trust anyone at this point. And so, the three of them - yes, the three of them - go to stop Valentine.

And, yeah...I can dig it. OH HOW I CAN DIG it.

Roxy goes up in an experimental vehicle to bring down the satellite, Merlin is flying the plane, and Eggsy...Eggsy’s the one going in disguised as Arthur, in order to infiltrate the mountain lair of Valentine. Here, he and the other beneficiaries wait it out, while the world literally tears itself apart. Now wearing a bespoke suit and playing the role of a gentleman, Eggsy enters the lion’s den.

But as expected, it’s time to hit some snags. Roxy waits juuuuuust a little too long, and one of the balloons in her craft pops. As for Eggsy, he meets an old “friend” of his in the form of Charlie, who’s now working for Valentine.

The missile’s fired just in time, as Charlie’s taken out and Eggsy runs for the plane. AWESOME climax here as Eggsy escapes. I mean it; it is VERY cool. They succeed JUST in time, and the satellite is destroyed. However, Valentine’s still managed to partially start the process, and they can’t do anything about that.

Eggsy’s gotta go BACK in, before Valentine gets another satellite to trigger the signal worldwide. Now armed with Hart’s AWESOME umbrella, he makes his way there under heavy gunshot. They’re also teaming up against Merlin in the plane, so he’s not doing great. And that when Eggsy has the idea...to turn the implants on. ALL of them.

It’s amazing. Violence in fireworks. So, it’s too bad that it doesn’t stop the signal. It works, and people start to tear each other apart all across the world. But only for was long as Valentine has his hands on the desk. Eggsy manages to stop that by laying down some suppressive fire.

That provokes a response.

..This movie is, for lack of a better term, fucking rad.

Gazelle and Eggsy have an awesome fight, worthy of any James Bond movie, seriously. I really want to give it the video post honor, but I’ve done that too much already. For god’s sake, I literally JUST did that.

Gazelle dies (it’s kinda goofy how she dies, if I’m honest), and Eggsy kills Valentine with her prosthetic leg. It’s over, as the signal ends, and Eggsy even gets the girl. Not Roxy, the Princess of Sweden. Not going into it, but it’s funny.

And that’s Kingsman: The Secret Service! Honestly, I gotta say, that was a rad-as-shit movie, and...

Ooh, a mid-credits scene! Eggsy goes back home, to the pub, where his stepfather and mom are hanging out with the gang. And let’s just say...Dean’s gonna get a little comeuppance. Manners, after all, maketh man.

OK, THAT’S Kingsman: The Secret Service! And that, again, was pretty rad. See you in the Epilogue in a few!

#kingsman the secret service #kingsman #kingsman tss #kingsman: the secret service #kingsman: tss #matthew vaughn #mark millar #dave gibbons #taron edgerton #eggsy #eggsy unwin #colin firth #harry hart #galahad #michael caine #arthur #chester king #samuel l jackson #richmond valentine #mark strong #merlin #sofia boutella #gazelle #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #user365 #action january

[darling-i-read-it]

City Corner Part 6 (FINAL PART)

Mob/Mafia!AU Series

City Corner Masterlist

Leonardo DiCaprio x reader, Jodie Comer, Tim Roth, Timothee Chalamet, Dacre Montgomrey, Natalia Dyer, Saoirse Ronan, Lana Del Rey, Hugh Grant  are also included

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warnings: Gambling, mentions of addiction, alcohol, insinuations to smut, cuss words, overall mafia themes

Author’s Note: I LOVED THIS! I loved writing every part and I loved how it ended and my whole heart went into this and I wish more people read it but like i’m glad someone does you know. I really think that it’s my best work. I still can’t believe i didn’t cast robert de niro but thats fine. I hope to do something along the lines of this in the future again because I had so much fun with this so i really really hope you guys enjoy. Also Tim Roth I love you it just turned this way I’m sorry boo

Summary: Tim confronts everyone at the pizzeria and things wrap up. 

Genre: mafia, which is now a genre

Song; when it wrapped up and everyone was leaving i imagines ‘bust your knee caps’ by pompalamoose playing 

(not my gifs)

    “I don’t know if we’re in the clear,” Leo muttered, looking out the window of Hugh’s apartment. There was something about the way he said that that made you nervous but your mind kept going back to everyone down there. You had been in the neutral so long that you couldn’t think of being anything different. But you figured you would need to break that at some point, even if it strained your relationship with Leo. Whatever relationship it was.

    “Let’s go to the pizzeria.” 

    Hugh and Leo turned to look at you like you were insane. You sat on the couch, your legs spread a little, elbows on your knees. You sat up, leaning against the back of Hugh’s raggedy old couch. 

    “Are you mad?” Hugh asked. Leo nodded, walking toward you. His hand raised a little bit as he started to talk.   

    “He’s right. Whoever he is.”

    “I already introduced you.”

    “That isn’t the point. We can’t go out there unless we want to die.” You shook your head and made sure that you didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to die but you did want to be a part of something and you knew if you were going to be a part of anything in the corner it was going to be whatever happened in the pizzeria or the casino. You’d bet money on the pizzeria at least to go and see where the Firths stood.

    “We have to go down there Leo. We can’t be in the middle of this anymore, I can’t be here. I need to make sure that this ends tonight or that I die trying to make it end. You can come with me if you want but I’m going with or without you.”

    Leo shook his head, looking out the window exasperated. You glanced between him and Hugh and when neither of them said anything you made for the door. As you opened it Leo spoke.

    “I’ll go.” 

    He pulled his gun out of his waistband and checked the bullets quickly before walking toward you. You nodded and glanced at Hugh, giving him a nod before turning away.

    “I’m going too.” You raised your eyebrow, turning around slowly to look at him.

    “Hugh this isn’t your fight.”    

    “From what you just said, it isn’t yours either.”

    You couldn’t argue with that so you just walked down to the pizzeria together. You quickly showed Hugh how to use the extra gun in your pocket and you loaded the one under your dress. 

    You walked in, catching the eye of Dacre and Natalia who were behind the counter, talking furiously.

    “We’re closed!” they yelled in unison. 

    “One pizza?” you asked. They turned to look at you, surprised that you had been there at all, let alone flanked by Leo and Hugh whom they had only met once. 

    “What are you doing here?” Nat asked. You shrugged, walking up to the counter.

    “Finishing what should be finished.” They looked you in the eye and then looked between the two guys who were with you. They nodded.

    “Okay.” 

    Just after Dacre finished saying that Jodie burst into the pizzeria, out of breath, hair disheveled.

    “Jodie?” Dacre whispered. He was surprised to see her again and figured this was a trap to get them to comply. Send her in, knowing she had gotten close to him.

    Jodie on the other hand had made up her mind. She didn’t like being with her father. She didn’t enjoy the world that she was having to do but above all she knew that it could change. That she could change. That she could change it. 

    “My father is on his way. He’s coming alone, he’s nearly here.”

    You and everyone took in the information and nodded. Dacre walked over and grabbed her arm.

    “If you’re fucking with me it’ll be the last thing you do.”     “You sure know how to charm a girl.”    

    Jodie walked beside the small group of people and pulled out a gun of her own. Her and Leo glanced at each other and there was a look of recognition and understanding. Jodie knew you were there and that was that. Not seconds later did Tim come in the door. 

    Tim had thought he was coming to kill the girl who killed his daughter and maybe her brothers. There were more people there than expected but he tried not to be daunted. A gun in hand he stood by the door. 

    “Listen-”

    He starts but he is quickly cut off by the raining of bullets that came down on him by every person in the room.

    Natalia and Dacre, for their father.

    Jodie for her sister, for her life.

    Leo for his freedom.

    You for yourself. For your ability to choose a side, to choose your side. To finish it.

    Hugh because he was exhausted from the crime on his corner and he figured he probably should. 

    As the noise of the gun shots slowed there was a ding of the bell above the door. Lana stepped in and shot Tim in the head once. Because she could. 

---()()()()()()()---

    It was not a gloomy day the day of the funeral. It’s how Jake would have wanted it. The sun up and everyone there trying hard to ignore the obvious lack of tension between the people there. There were people from all around the corner. The smaller businesses, the people who had no idea what was going on in the corner. Everyone liked his bar. 

    All the guys liked him.

    All the girls wanted to or had slept with him.   

    His funeral was the day after Margots which was much attended. There was a big group of them, Colin and Tim having theirs earlier that week mostly to say good riddance. But everyone showed up to Jakes.

    All the ties had been broken, the blood fights that had lasted for as long as the kids could remember.

    Everyone looked over the casket, fancy black outfits littering the cemetery. 

    Saoirse and Timothee were the only two not in attendance. You had gotten a letter from her, saying that she had told Timothee she hated men and that he told her that was fair. They were gone the second they saw Jake’s body. 

    You didn’t blame them. You also figured she would be back. Whether her and Timothee knew what they were doing or not, you trusted they would figure it out.

    Natalia had gotten a letter from her brother a day before the funeral. She herself had left the second she learned Colin was dead. She came back for the funeral, her brother's letter still in her jacket pocket. She had decided to pursue her dreams in ballet. Dacre was fully supportive of this and knew that it would be easier for her out there then it would be for her at the pizzeria although he promised she would always have a place there. Even at the funeral, she had her ballet slippers in the bag by her side. 

    As for Lana, she stayed around her job. She was a freelancer and that wouldn’t change but she had picked up a new job as the owner of Jake’s bar. She liked him as she told her brother and promised him that she would make it better than it was. Run it the way she thought her friend would. Also it was fun to be able to be around everyone, knowing they knew how many people she had killed. It was simple like that but so far, the people's vote was that she was good at her job.

    Hugh, while at the funeral because he felt an inkling of guilt, moved out of his apartment and out of the city entirely. Even if he did leave Jodie and Dacre his number and you of course but he figured he would rarely see you after the funeral. His life was different. He didn’t belong there. No matter how much he would miss you drunkenly coming to his door.

    Jodie took up the casino, against her better judgement. Dacre had taken over the pizzeria and she knew that she would be able to work with him, in more ways than one. By bringing together the two biggest businesses on the corner they were able to be stronger than ever. The stigma between the two families was gone. Three years after they met they married. It was a small ceremony but Jodie got her happy ending. Dacre got his girl. Everyone in the pizzeria the night Jodie's father was killed attended and they even got a RSVP from Timothee and Saoirse although they didn’t show. They did send a nice gift though.

    As for you, you got your Leo. You were finally able to support both families and you even handled a lot of their finances. You held your position of power and you got the guy you liked whose sister was the biggest hitman in the country. It was the simplest thing that you could think of but also the most perfect. You were able to walk between the pizzeria and the casino freely and you and Leo were happy in your dingy apartment you shared. You attended Jodie's wedding and she attended yours with Leo. In some twisted way you were both sure this was how it was meant to end. 

    Hugh was the first to walk back to his car, away from Jakes’ body. He drove off and you all listened to it as he went.    

    After that, Natalia. She was going to miss practice and she was never a fan of that. She got into her fancy car and drove off.

    One by one, every person left.

    Lana, then Jodie and Dacre. 

    Eventually Leo wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded, pushing your large black sunglasses onto your head.

    You turned and he got into the driver's seat of his car. You watched the cemetery fade from view.

    Soon you were back in the city corner. It shown with bright sparkling lights from the slot machines and the apartment windows and teh restaurants. 

    The corner of any city was never quiet.

    The city never sleeps. 

#Leonardo DiCaprio x reader #Jodie comer #tim roth #timothee chalamet #saorise ronan #lana del rey #hugh grant

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It’s coming up on my favourite time of year!  Nope, not The Oscars. No, that the Met Gala.  Uh-uh, not the Golden Globes.  Nyet, not the premiere of SUCCESSION. 

Okay, it’s coming up on one of my many favourite times of the year. It is almost CINEMACON!!

CinemaCon is the year convention presented by the National Association of Theater Owners (NATO) where the studios trot out their wares to the exhibitors who in turn try not to act as if their livelihoods aren’t being snatched away from them by the same studios. 

Originally called ShowWest from its inception in 1976 until 2011 when it underwent a title change, the event also have panels to discuss the state of the industry and the concerns of theater owners.  Normally held  annually in March, NATO waited until the 11th hour last year to cancel. But they were determined to hold one in 2021 so they hedged their bets and calendared it for August. Now there’s another variant -

on the move and it has given some studio executives cause for concern. Disney has already announced that while they will screen SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGENDS OF THE TEN RINGS

they will not do a formal presentation as they are not sending executives and other staffers out of safety concerns.

While the broad points of CinemaCon’s schedule has been released, there are no firm details on what exactly will be presented. Also, so there is no word on if they are presenting awards their specialized awards this year or if they will roll over last year’s winners.  Because the event was cancelled they didn’t only announced four winners from their 16-17 awards they give out.  As CinemaCon is about promoting the cinema for that year 2020′s recipients were reflective of that with Glen Powell being named  Male Star of Tomorrow because TOP GUN: MAVERICK was due to come out

Cary Mulligan for Award for Excellence in Acting because PROMISING YOUNG WOMAN was coming out and Michael B. Jordan for Paramount’s WITHOUT REMORSE, which they eventually unloaded to Amazon. 

The studio sked so far:

8/23 - Sony. A three hour presentation so I am guessing they will do GHOSTBUSTERS: AFTERLIFE, Sony Pictures Classics MOTHERING SUNDAY (starring Oliva Colman, Colin Firth, Josh O’Connor),  maybe some chatter about when they will start production on KRAVEN starring Aaron-Taylor Johnson; THE MITCHELLS VS. THE MACHINE, VENOM: LET THERE BE CARNAGE, MOBIUS and SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME.

8/24 - MGM/UA: A 2 hr 15 min. presentation. I’m guessing NO TIME TO DIE, HOUSE OF GUCCI, discussion of CREED III and Channing Tatum’s DOG.

          WB: A 1 hr 30 min. presentation. I suspect the DC films will take up a wide berth THE BATMAN, SHAZAM: FURY OF THE GODS, THE FLASH, BLACK ADAM, AQUAMAN 2 and DUNE, Clint Eastwood’s CRY MACHO and Will Smith’s KING RICHARD.   Then I think they will pause to let the exhibitors pelt their light dinner at them over the announcement that WB is given AMC a 45-day theatrical window for their 2022 slate.

8/25 - NEON - A one-hour presentation. I suppose Pablo Larrain’s SPENCER with Kristen Stewart as Princess Di (which has already screened in L.A).

UNIVERSAL: A 1hr 30 min. presentation. I can see them patting themselves on the back for the success of F9. Very likely CANDYMAN (which is a co-production with MGM/UA), JURASSIC WORLD: DOMINION

and HALLOWEEN KILLS.

FOCUS FEATURES:  Part of Universal’s presentation.  Very likely DOWNTOWN ABBEY 2 and  Edgar Wright’s LAST NIGHT IN SOHO.

8/26: PARAMOUNT: A 2 hr and 15 presentation where they will likely try to explain to the theater owners why they sold off a number of their films to streaming instead of waiting out the global pandabear. I expect TOP GUN: MAVERICK will be part of the discussion is will JACKASS FOREVER, Channing Tatum’s and Sandra Bullock’s LOST CITY OF D, 

and MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 7 and teasing MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 8 which is due out in 2023.

I think poor Cary Elwes is the only one who has wrapped on this long a** production.

LIONSGATE: A 90 minute presentation. Dollars to donuts talk the Jennifer Lopez action/comedy SHOTGUN WEDDING

JOHN WICK 4, which just added Clancy Brown to the cast and Maggie Q’s THE PROTEGE

#films #film #movies #movie talk #cinemacon #nato #national association of theater owners #mgm/ua #mgm #paramount #lionsgate #Disney #shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings #WB #Warner Bros #comic book movies #neon #focus features #sony #kristen stewart #spencer #maggie q #the protege #channing tatum #lost city of d #movie theaters #cary elwes #spider-man #Morbius #venom let there be carnage

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I was recently tagged by the wonderful @jazziergin to list my top ten female characters and today I was tagged by the equally wonderful @anderhummel to list my top ten male characters so here they all are:

Also, wait - I am absolutely going to overthink this so bare with me. Also also feel free to ignore this as I will absolutely be rambling rather than listing.

1. Ann Perkins from Parks and Recreation. This slot is very easy to fill because she is my absolute favourite character, period. My whole heart belongs to her truly and if I could go back in time, I would go back to 2009 and let the Parks writers know that she’s a lesbian (someone let me do my Operation Ann re-write, PLEASE) 2. The next one is easy as well and it’s Leslie Knope, also from Parks and Recreation. Have I expressed how much Parks means to me? Anyway, ily to my favourite blonde steamroller xx 3. This is where I get stressed? I love so many women. Help. Okay I am going to say Abbi Abrams from Broad City because I am literally her and she is wonderful and fills my heart with happiness. 4. Can I say characters from novels or are we just doing shows? I am making up the rules and I say I can so: Anne Elliot from Persuasion by Jane Austen. i love u, u pining idiot, i do! 5. And continuing with making up the rules, I am going to do movies, too: Catherine Stewart of Cutie Pies from Amy Poehler’s film directorial debut, Wine Country (2019). If you haven’t already, watch this film and then agree with me that Cath & Tammy are in love and then read my fic about it 6 & 7. Okay the next two are both from Glee and I adore them: Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen Chang. I wish we got more and I’m grateful for everything we were given 8 & 9. Paris Geller and Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls. Paris falls into the same category as Ann in the sense that she, too, is a lesbian! or at least sapphic. ASP let me chat to you! And, I mean, Lauren Graham? Need I say more? 10. Last spot goes to Valencia Perez from Crazy Ex Girlfriend. Honestly I LOVE all the women on that show but Valencia has my heart the most (don’t worry Paula, ur right there too xx) and her s4 storyline? thank you to god (Rachel Bloom) for that amen

1. This spot belong to Kurt E. Hummel and as it should! God, I just adore him so much and I WILL get emotional if I get into it too much so I won’t but. he’s number one and that’s important. 2. I feel like a monster for not immediately putting Blaine but if I am being totally honest, number two spot belongs to Patrick Brewster in my heart. Watching Schitt’s Creek was such a special experience for me and meeting Patrick for the first time and watching his arc unfold was so very, very important to me.  3. Ok and NOW it is time for Kurt’s HUSBAND Blaine Devon Anderson. what a dummy! i love him so much! My relationship with is Blaine is this: Blaine is Mona-Lisa Saperstein saying, “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life” and I am Dr. Saperstein saying, “I know this, and I love you” 4. For legal reasons, I have to put the ice clown himself, Ben Wyatt from Parks and Recreation, here because, like, are you kidding me? That man is the ONLY man. i love u calzone-boy xo 5. I keep splitting up the husbands and I’m so sorry but David Rose from Schitt’s Creek because he’s everything and also a mess and I love him. 6. WILL COOPER I LOVE YOU. Ok I almost forgot about Will for a hot sec but I take back what I said when I said that Ben Wyatt is the only man because there are two men and the second one is Will Cooper from Single Parents (rip to my little heart sitcom i miss you dearly every single day) 6. Mr. Darcy but SPECIFICALLY Colin Firth’s Darcy from the 1995 BBC miniseries of Pride and Prejudice. I would die for that man.  7. Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place for being a Hot Mess and relatable and listen,,, William Harper Jackson can Get It  8. I must not forget my moody diner-owner Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. If I knew that man in real life I would simply have to shake some sense into him sometimes but alas, I cannot blame Luke for ASP’s downfalls and really what I must do is listen to my heart and my heart say ily Luke Danes.  9. I’m going to give this one to Burt Hummel because I love him. Everybody else was just playing around but Mike O’Malley was doing the most.  10. I’m running out of men so... Remus Lupin, because even though we don’t acknowledge the terf, this man has lived in my heart since the Prisoner of Azkaban book release and that’s special.

I... apologise. It’s just that when I’m given an opportunity to talk about something I love I tend to take it and run with it and, anyway, feel free to skim this or not read it at all. But here is some of my heart! I’m absolutely going to think of people I missed and stress (already: Xena! Donna Meagle! Katherine Mayfair!) but this was fun!

#about me #me vs rambling about the things i love #it's just that i love them SO MUCH

[sirius]

Could I get an imagine where the reader is a muggle American and she’s on vacation in London with her family and she somehow lost her family and she’s like freaking out and then she runs into Sirius on the streets and he like helps calm her down and helps her find her family? Sorry if this is a weird request

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans (mentioned) 

Warnings: Swearing, stranger danger too, I guess. 

A/N: so sorry this took so long! I loved the idea and I hope I did it justice. I might add to it later on or revamp it bc I love the idea but it’s a big maybe at the moment bc I’m so busy with uni and work and also my other wips. I hope you enjoy this though. Also I changed the request quite a bit bc I forgot what you originally wanted! So sorry!! 

just want to add that I did something o probably shouldn’t and included my real life friends! With their permission, ofc. I also made a modern reference even tho it’s supposed to be the seventies but I liked it too much so I left it in ha ha. Also…pls don’t talk to strangers. This is fanfiction people not an advice column. 

****

It’s another uncharacteristically warm day in London.

The sun showers blankets of warm golden light over the city, guilding skyscrapers and warming the sweet, honeyed breeze. Sparrows are chirping sweet, morning songs, dancing in the air with surprising grace. Squirrels scamper across lush green grounds in a park nearby, happily bidding you a good morning.

And not one of these motherfuckers are going to help you find your friends.

You wander aimlessly past the same park monument you saw just half an hour ago. Your legs are already aching, your feet are forming blisters that hurt the more you think about them, and the sun is slowly drilling into your soul.

You think you might die of thirst before you find your friends.

In retrospect, it wasn’t entirely Sophie’s fault. While it was her dumb shit idea to tag along with the sexy British tour guide, you, Matt, Aaron, Riley and Reuben had been far more interested in touring the British Museum. So it wasn’t at all surprising when Sophie rushed off with knockoff Colin Firth to have a jolly high tea or whatever it is British people do on dates. Still, it gave you an opportunity to visit the museum.

You hadn’t even walked through the front gates when Matt, Aaron and Riley wandered off to have a deep and meaningful (you had warned Riley that coming on the trip with Aaron would cause some tension between your group. Thing between you and Aaron were a lot more complicated than the five-night-stand you’d shared last year). Reuben, being his usual womanising self, started flirting with the hot receptionist and not wanting any part of that (last time you wing-womaned for Reuben, the chick thought you were seeking a third), you stepped out for some air.

Now, you’re trying to navigate through the urban maze that is London by yourself, struggling to find your friends who are scattered all over the city.

Slumping against a park chair, you take a deep breath and study your map again. A part of you is screaming at you to swallow your pride and ask for directions but you’re a stubborn New Yorker and if you can effortlessly find your way through the Big Apple, you can tackle London.

“You’re not from around here…” says a masculine voice behind you. You sit up straight, whipping around in the direction of the voice.

Holy fucking cucumber sandwich.

The most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on leans against the trunk of an old oak tree, observing you with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. He looks like he chomps down magical donuts that grant him sexy powers. You stare.

A cigarette hangs from his kissable, smirking lips. His hair falls gracefully around his face, framing glinting gray-blue eyes, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. He’s wearing a leather jacket and exudes all types mysterious-sexy-bad boy vibes. You’d bet a hundred bucks that he rides a motorcycle too.

Boys with motorcycles are usually trouble.

Your mouth goes a little bit dry.

“Please don’t be a serial killer,” you mutter and the stranger cocks a perfect eyebrow.

“What was that?”

You shake your head, “I mean — Is it that obvious?”

Sexy bad boy stranger shrugs, “I know a lost tourist when I see one.”

“Is this what you do, then? Lurk around parks waiting for lost tourists?”

Bad boy chuckles — a deep growling sound that rumbles at the back of his throat, “Maybe. Maybe I was just walking past and thought I’d help out a pretty girl in need.”

It takes all of your willpower not to blush now.

“So you’re just a Good Samaritan, then.”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.”

“What if I want you to go away?”

The handsome, young motorbike guy takes a deliberate step forward, “I think we both know that’s not true.”

You swallow. He’s good at this game. Something tells you that you’re not the first victim of his play-boy charms.

Desperately trying to reclaim your composure, you fold your arms across your chest and glare at him.

“What makes you think I need your help?”

British James Dean thinks for one attractive moment, “Well, you don’t have to accept my help but something tells me that if you don’t ask for directions soon, you’re going to end up wandering around London forever.”

He makes a good point.

You stand up from your seat, arms still folded across your chest, “Hypothetically speaking, If I were to accept your help, how would I know that you’re not a perverted serial killer who wants to collect my spleen and leave me in a ditch or something?”

Sexy stranger takes another step forward, “That’d be a shame. You’re too beautiful to kill, and I’m just beginning to like you.”

“That’s exactly what a perverted serial killer would say.”

“Touché. Alright, how about this: I drop you off at your hotel straight away, no detours and no taxi fees that you have to fork out to greedy muggl— erm, I mean, drivers.”

You consider this. He certainly doesn’t seem like a serial killer. Still, it’s hard to trust a charming stranger, especially one as handsome as he is. Then again, if he’s smart — which he definitely is — he’d never kill you in broad daylight in the middle of London.

You uncross your arms and hold one out for him to shake, “Alright, deal.”

Sexy stranger takes your hand and shakes it. His hand is strong and firm and electricity sparks in the warm space where your hands are clasped together.

“Sirius.”

“What?”

“Sirius.”

You blink at him, “Is that some kind of fungal STI that I need to be aware of?”

Sexy stranger chuckles again, “My name is Sirius.”

Sirius? Who the fuck calls their kid Sirius? You have to admit that the name suits him, and the way he says it — in a husky, velvety murmur — gives the name an alluring sex appeal, which sums him up completely.

You consider giving him a fake name but ultimately decide against it. That’s just weird and you can’t lie for shit.

“I’m (Y/N).”

Sirius repeats your name, tasting it on his lips. A more carnal part of you wishes he’d say it in a completely different context.

“Alright, (Y/N),” Sirius smiles, and he practically glows with charisma, “Lets get you home.”

***

You were right, of course. About the motorcycle.

Sirius’ carefully-polished motorbike is almost as sexy as it’s owner; gleaming in the sunlight and flaunting a sleek black paint job with plush leather seats. Several passerby’s stop to admire it (or Sirius, you can’t exactly tell), though Sirius doesn’t pay them any mind. One dudebro with a repugnantly bright tank top gawks at the motorbike while his girlfriend stares hungrily at Sirius.

“I’ve…never ridden a motorcycle before,” you bleat nervously.

Sirius hands you a helmet and smiles.

“Just hold onto me and you’ll be fine.”

Sirius mounts his motorbike and you awkwardly slide in behind him. You’re not sure where to put your hands so you place them on his shoulders. You think you hear Sirius laugh behind his helmet.

Sirius turns the ignition, revs the engine, and kicks the bike into gear.

“You alright back there?” He calls over the roar of the bike.

“Uh—yeah.”

“Hold onto my waist,” he orders, “You’ll be more secure.”

You’re about to protest but then Sirius takes off and you find your arms flying to his waist, gripping on tightly.

It’s exhilarating. Liberating. Intoxicating.

As Sirius weaves between London traffic, you feel a rush of adrenaline pulse through your veins. The air whips past, fluttering around the ruffled trim of your dress. Your hands soak in the warmth of Sirius’ body, his muscles firm beneath your touch.

You pass familiar landmarks and stores you passed when you and your friends took the double-decker bus from your hotel room. You recognise the buildings around you and realise the hotel is just a few kilometres down the street, on the right.

Suddenly, Sirius veers off to the left and zooms down a street you don’t recognise.

“What are you doing? The hotel is up that way!”

“I just have to make a quick stop,” he shouts over his shoulder.

“That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

You clutch onto him, apprehension beginning to claw away at your lower belly. Where is he taking you? How could you have been so stupid to trust an extremely attractive stranger to follow through with a deal?

Sirius slows the bike down until it rolls to a stop and flicks the engine off, climbing off sexily. He helps you clamber awkwardly off the bike and you tear your helmet off, taking in your surroundings for the first time.

You’re next to a footpath with a view of the The Thames, lined with large ornamental pear trees. Its quite a romantic spot with a view of the entire city sitting pretty behind the flowing River Thames.

Sirius tells you to wait by the motorbike and stalks away, rushing toward a boy who looks about your age. He’s tall, has messy black hair, and half-frame glasses. He looks like a sexy professor with the body of an Olympic swimmer that all the girls have crushes on.

Why are all the men here so insanely attractive?

You’re just about to sink into a delightful fantasy of sexy Professor feeding you grapes when Sirius comes up behind you.

“Ready to go?”

You ignore his question, “Who was the god — I mean — guy that you saw?”

Sirius arches an eyebrow. You notice for the first time that there is a scar knitted into it, “That’s James. He’s a total prat, by the way.”

“Sounds like you two have that in common,” you quip and Sirius mocks offence.

“Anyone tell you that you’re cruel?”

“Everyday of my life.”

“Here I was thinking you were just another hot little American bird.”

For one half of a millisecond, your brain snags on the word ‘hot.’ Did he just call you hot? You heard that right? You recover with grace, grinning wickedly.

“You’ll get over it.”

A teasing smirk flirts around the corners of Sirius’ lips, a little crookedly, slanting lazily in a way that makes your cheeks warm. He looks amused by this verbal tug-of-war but also a little turned on.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same way.

“You ever walk along the River Thames?” Sirius asks, sliding his strong, sexy hands into the pocket of his sexy leather jacket. He begins to follow the footpath, leading you past the knots of pigeons and moonstruck lovers.

“No,” you sigh, “Admittedly, I just came along for the underage drinking and the hot British guys.”

Sirius laughs, “How’s that working out for you?”

You shrug, teasing him with a flirtatious smile, “I’m still working on it.”

“If you want,” Sirius begins, clawing at the nape of his neck, “I can help you out with that.”

You quirk a carefully-manicured brow, “What, you know any hot guys like your buddy James?”

Sirius snorts, “I wouldn’t go saying that around his girlfriend.”

“Why, is she the jealous type?”

“No, she’s the ‘try-not-to-make-his-fat-Head-even-fatter’ type.”

You chuckle, intrigue plucking at your mind, “She’s my type of girl.”

“Lily is everyone’s type of girl.”

“Well now I just have to meet her.”

Sirius raises his brows, a spark of hope in his eyes, “Is that your way of telling me that you’re taking me up on the offer for free beer?”

“You never said it was free before.”

“I’m feeling generous.”

“Aw, and they say chivalry is dead.”

Sirius laughs easily in a way that is completely carefree, as though laughter bubbles just beneath his skin, itching to pour out. It’s mesmerising how he doesn’t seem to take life too seriously.

“You are something else,” he says, letting his eyes catch and linger on yours for a quiet, suspended moment.

A gust of warm, summer wind brings peach blossoms raining down. The gentle coo of a skylark echoes in the distance. Time slows to a stop to stare at the two of you.

He steps forward, like he’s about to kiss you.

You let him.

He tastes like liquor and rebellion, a little wild in a way you’ve never realised you’ve wanted, you’ve needed. His hands are strong as they wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Your fingers roam through his hair, tangling, tugging, earning a low groan from the back of his throat. You feel drunk on him, your head spinning and your heart thumping, as though it’s trying to tear through your chest and leap into his strong, capable hands. Suddenly, you realise how weird this is. He’s a stranger you’ve known for an hour or so yet now you’re kissing him. It’s as though you’re somehow drawn to him, to his energy, to the way he seems to know you intimately, in ways you hardly know about yourself. You break away, taking a step away from him. Sirius looks like he’s five again and has just had his favourite toy ripped away from him. 

““Are you—?”

Slap

Before you even realise what you’re doing, you’re slapping him across the cheek, not hard but he feels it. You kissed a stranger. That is a thing you did. You also slapped said stranger, partly because of impulse and partly because you’re terrified of how quickly your feelings are beginning to stir for someone you hardly know. Sirius is stunned, silent, staring at you with shock and hurt that stings you more than it should. You stare back, drawn in by every fleck of colour in his eyes, suddenly aware that, sure, he may be a stranger but that doesn’t mean he has to stay one. Obviously, you have a connection.

 So…connect.

 You crash your lips against his again, throwing your arms around his neck. 

Your friends can wait. You’ve found yourself a new tour guide. 

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Nickname: Em, Mercury, and many variants of my super Irish last name.

Zodiac sign: Scorpio!

Height: 5′5″ (and once again, I am taller than @carryonmylovelies, FIGHT ME HO!!!)

Last movie u saw: “The King’s Speech”. Colin Firth saying “tits” is True Cinema.

Last thing u googled: “Turn on data toggle samsung 8″. My data button dissapears every time I update my phone which means I have rehack my phone every time :)))) Fuck you, samsung.

Favourite musician: Oh jeez, hard question. Right now: Kesha and Arctic Monkeys. Overall: Queen, Fall Out Boy, and In This Moment.

Song in your head: “Human” by Rag N’ Bone Man

Other blogs: @freddiemercuryforever1946 @chesshexpargeter @rororonanlynch

Do I get asks: Yeah, mostly fic requests. Which I’m really sorry I’m ignoring rn, big bang is eating all my writing time. To the people who are waiting, I promise the second I’m free again I’ll get to them.

Following: 3295. I need to cut down I know...

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Amount of sleep: 4-6 hours. Yay insomnia -_-

Lucky number: 7, I guess

What I’m wearing: Fleece pyjama pants and old sleep shirt

Dream job: Publisher/writer/comic store owner

Dream trip: Greece, Ireland, Poland, and maybe Israel

Favourite food: Milk chocolate M&M’s

Instruments: Piano, which I play badly.

Languages: English, increasingly rusty French, and a bit of Hebrew.

Favourite songs atm:

“Ordinary” by Two Door Cinema Club

"Arabella” by Arctic Monkeys

“Praying” by Kesha

Random fact: There are no actual words for “yes” and “no” in Irish Gaelic.

Aesthetic: Black clothes, Doc Marterns, middle fingers, full bookshelves, thunderstorms, weathered books, and cuddles

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Pride and Prejudice - ‘Episode 4′ Review

“Perhaps the beauty of the house renders its owner a little less repulsive, Lizzy.” “Yes, perhaps. Perhaps a very little.”

In which Darcy writes a letter, Lydia leaves for Brighton, Elizabeth takes a trip, and Darcy goes for a swim. Contains spoilers.

Episode 4 is my absolute favorite episode of the series and it’s not because of the infamous lake scene. Well, it’s not just because of the lake scene.

We begin with Darcy’s letter. This miniseries is the only version of Pride and Prejudice that I’m aware of to show the contents of the letter being acted out and not just read in voice over. I think it adds a lot. We get to see Wickham and Georgiana together which enforces the creepiness of his pursuit of her. He’s at least ten years older than her and it’s just gross that he would attempt to seduce a child for her money. We also see shots of Wickham and Darcy at Cambridge. I really like this little inclusion. Wickham’s actions towards the Darcys might have been explained by need or greed, but the scene at Cambridge helps make it clear that Wickham is just not a good guy and there’s really no excuse for him.

We also flashback to Jane and Bingley. Charlotte’s words of warning to Lizzy regarding Jane’s reserve prove themselves true. Darcy believed Jane was not in love because she did not seem to be in love. I’ve always found this a weak justification. Darcy disdains the other members of Lizzy’s family because they are too open and too loud with their opinions. Now it turns out he ruined Jane’s happiness because she was too closed off and too quiet about her opinions. Pick a side, Darcy. In addition, Darcy explains away his coldness by saying that he is (for lack of a better word) shy around strangers. Isn’t Jane just exhibiting similar shyness with Bingley?

Although Lizzy has clearly been crushing on Darcy for awhile (whether she admits it to herself or not), this episode is the one where she really starts to fall for him. It’s ironic, considering we begin the episode with her disliking Darcy as much as possible. The entire episode is about Lizzy softening to the idea of Darcy. His letter gets the ball rolling. He does little to acquit himself of wrongdoing in Jane’s case, but at least manages to explain away Wickham’s intense hatred. I like to think he partly wrote the letter to Elizabeth to warn her away from Wickham. It’s more than just pride that inspires him to set her straight, that’s for sure.

Furthering Darcy’s cause for him is his house mansion estate palace whatever you’d call that place and his effusive housekeeper. Yes, Pemberley does make Lizzy like Darcy a bit more, but I refuse to believe it’s in a mercenary way. It’s the little things that do it. For instance, Darcy still displays a miniature of Wickham, a man he absolutely detests, in what was his father’s favorite room out of respect. The furnishings of Pemberley also speak well for Darcy. While everything is beautiful and (one imagines) expensive, his taste seems to lack the gaudiness of his aunt’s. Perhaps he is not so obsessed with rank and fortune as Elizabeth thought.

Then there’s the housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds. She unknowingly does her master a great service by talking him up incessantly to a complete stranger. Elizabeth gets insight into Darcy’s character that has heretofore been unavailable to her. He dotes on his little sister, he’s been good-tempered since childhood, and he’s an excellent landlord and a generous master. Glowing praise, indeed.

Following this barrage on Lizzy’s dislike of Darcy comes the man himself. My favorite scene in the series (aside from the aforementioned lake scene) is when a sopping wet Darcy is surprised by the woman who very recently rejected his proposal of marriage and his awkward politeness to her. He is so shocked, he does not have the time to assemble his familiar shield of haughtiness and pride. It is the most genuine Darcy that Elizabeth (or the audience) has yet to see. He remembers his manners, asking her where she was staying and how her family is (twice) but is thoroughly unable to remember that her “condition in life is so decidedly below [his] own.” As a result, Elizabeth’s opinion of Darcy, already softened, is raised considerably.

Lizzy is clearly thrown by Darcy’s good manners at Pemberley and tries to goad him into being his ‘usual’ proud and disdainful self by introducing her aunt and uncle to him as her relatives from Cheapside. She is disappointed however, as Darcy behaves perfectly. Not a flicker of surprise or arrogance crosses his face upon learning the Gardiners’ situation and he expresses interest in Mr. Gardiner and invites him to fish in his trout stream. He is still not as affable or open as, for instance, Mr. Bingley (who could be?) but Darcy at home is a completely different animal than Darcy abroad.

The episode ends with the tenderest moment we’ve had between our romantic leads, in which he asks her to meet his sister. This is quite the compliment. Girls of Georgiana’s rank and age were often kept sheltered from all but the closest family acquaintances. Georgiana’s case is likely more exaggerated because of her recent attempted elopement.

In addition to Elizabeth and Darcy, this episode begins to feature Lydia more than previous episodes, with good reason. She is soon to become a rather important character. Whiny, petty, spoiled, and silly, it is a wonder someone as respectable sounding as Mrs. Forster would want her to accompany her to Brighton. Then of course, we see Mrs. Forster (who looks about 15). She seems just as silly as her friend. This is the woman the Bennets entrust the welfare of their daughter to.

Mr. Bennet’s character is clearly communicated in his allowing Lydia to go to Brighton. His conversation with Lizzy is very telling. He knows that Lydia will make a fool of herself and of the family, but cannot be bothered to prevent it. He wants peace in his home, whatever the price and he consoles his favorite daughter by telling her that her and Jane’s good manners in general counteract the silliness of her sisters. While Mr. Bennet’s quick wit and sarcastic quips make him a favorite character, it cannot be denied that he is a neglectful parent. He is lazy and selfish and would much rather sit in his library than go to any trouble for the benefit of his family.

Historical Context:

Darcy hand delivers his letter to Elizabeth because correspondence between two unmarried persons was considered highly improper. In Sense and Sensibility, several people assume that two characters are engaged simply because they openly write to each other.

Georgiana Darcy’s dowry of £30,000 was a huge sum of money and one of the largest dowries in Austen.

Lady Catherine seems surprised that Mr. Gardiner “keeps a manservant.” Male servants were not only paid more, the government had levied a tax on the employment of a male servant. Therefore being able to afford a male servant was a sign of affluence.

As the Bennet ladies discuss the possibility of going to Brighton, they seem very desirous to go ‘sea-bathing.’ Swimming in the ocean was a recent fashion and believed to be extremely beneficial to one’s health.

Bits & Pieces:

Of all of Austen’s novels, Pride and Prejudice is the one that features the most travel. Lizzy goes to Kent, Jane goes to London, Lydia goes to Brighton, Lizzy goes to Derbyshire, Lydia goes to London. This is because Austen had originally intended the novel to be in an epistolary format. I’m very, very glad she went a different direction. I find epistolary novels (particularly from this time period) incredibly tiresome. And, yes, that was directed at you, Samuel Richardson.

The actress who plays Mrs. Gardiner is the real life mother of the actress who plays Georgiana Darcy.

Favorite Moments:

Maria repacking her trunks according to Lady Catherine’s instructions.

Mr. Collins’s feeble attempts to make Lizzy regret not marrying him.

Lydia meeting Lizzy and Maria on their way home. She “treats” them all to a nice meal via their own money as she’s spent all her own on a hat she didn’t really like. How very Lydia.

The fencing scene, particularly the line “I shall conquer this! I shall!”

Lizzy’s first glimpse of Pemberley.

The lake scene, obviously.

Awkward, wet Darcy (Colin Firth has never been more adorable).

Pretty much everything that happens in Derbyshire, now that I think about it.

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[creepycreepyspacewizard]

-Flips loudly through book- & Kylux

A few years ago Hux would have considered this scenario to be as close to heaven on earth as any mortal man could get- an isolated but well built cottage; a roaring fire; a storm rumbling around the hills outside; a mug of cocoa; his favourite book; a gorgeous man to warm his bed. What more could he possibly want? 

Thirty-year-old-still-a-virgin Armitage Hux would be losing his mind at the prospect of having all of that at his fingertips. 

Unfortunately, thirty-four-year-old-fucked-out-and-in-need-of-a-rest Armitage Hux was losing his mind precisely because one of those elements was right at his fingertips. Habits built over decades of living alone were not coping well with constant proximity to Kylo Ren. 

Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t like Kylo. In fact Hux was beginning to suspect he might even love really like Kylo, but they’d never spent more than a weekend together. Those times had been split between exploring the city and fucking like rabbits. They’d been in this cottage for a week now, and it had rained too heavily for them to go much further than the village at the end of the lane.

Kylo was starting to get on Hux’ nerves. Both figuratively and literally. The man apparently didn’t have a human refractory period. Hux would probably never walk quite the same again. 

“217, 218, 219... 220... hurgh!” The beam spanning the ceiling creaked dramatically as Kylo switched hands and began another set of one-armed pull ups. 

Hux loudly flipped the page of his book. 

“Ah chapter two! It’s only taken me half an hour to get here!” He muttered to himself. 

“221, don’t worry,” Kylo said soothingly. “222, I read slow, 223, too... two? Fuck...” 

“You’re on 224,” Hux sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his book in despair. “I am not a slow reader, you just aren’t letting me read. Can’t you do that somewhere else?”

“227, you picked, 228, the million year old, 229, house built for, 230, hobbits... 231, this is the only place, 232, my knees don’t, 233, touch the ground.”

“Well, could you count, you know, inside your head?” Hux suggested, already well aware that Kylo had just demonstrated a total inability to do that. “Or maybe you could do something that doesn’t involve counting at all?”

Kylo winked at him, “We could go back to bed.”

“No. I will literally die. I said you do something else.” Hux gestured to the small shelf of books the cottage owner had kindly left for them. “Why not read something.”

To give him credit Kylo did at least let go of the beam and wander over the inspect the books.

“What? Gilly Cooper? Mills & Boon? Jane Austen? Not exactly my scene, Hux.”

“You haven’t read Pride And Prejudice?” Hux asked a little incredulously. Okay, maybe his formative teen fantasies had involved a bit too much of Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy dripping wet after ending up in the lake, but the book was a classic... “I thought you liked comedy?”

“I tried the one with the zombies, but it was really boring.” Kylo said, then flopped onto the floor. “Hey, since you’re just sitting around why don’t you put your feet on mine? I’m going to do some sit ups.”

Hux shuddered at the thought of the counting starting up again. “Oh god, how many?”

“I’m not gonna count,” Kylo said to Hux’ delight. “I’m just gonna do it til I get tired or you’re overcome with lust and drag me back to bed. There’s nothing else to do here!”

“You could read! This is a good book if you just give it a chance!”

Kylo stared at him, just mouth open to object again, but then he shrugged instead. “Okay then smart guy- you read it to me.”

“What?”

“You want to read, then read. You said you were only on chapter two so it won’t be a hardship to go back to the beginning now will it?”

Hux couldn’t tell if Kylo was being serious or calling his bluff, but Hux had done radio theatre at university. He could easily read the entire book out loud and he was going to do just that. With voices. He’d prove to Kylo that it was a good book.

“Fine. Ahem.” Hux settled back in his chair, pressed his feet down against Kylo’s as requested and took a sip of his cocoa. Maybe this holiday wasn’t so bad after all. “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife...”

Rainy Day Starters

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BLUNT FORCE - My Review of MARY POPPINS RETURNS (5 Stars...But Not In My Galaxy)

As a child, I grew up with a mother who despised conventional Hollywood films.  She thought WEST SIDE STORY was corny.  She deemed THE SOUND OF MUSIC a bland bore, and MARY POPPINS made her gag on its spoonfuls of sugar.  A Disney-file she wasn’t, preferring instead a more adult diet of TAXI DRIVER, MIDNIGHT COWBOY and THE EXORCIST.  Call it motherly bias, but her attitude definitely colored my own perceptions with my own tastes drifting towards edgier fare.  

With that in mind, the original MARY POPPINS from 1964, despite its worldwide success, just never really did anything for me.  Call me a curmudgeon from the word go, but innocent children’s films bored me.  I’ll take NETWORK any day of the week over CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG.  PADDINGTON 2 proved an exception this year, but it’s artistically gorgeous and featured a highly relevant theme of immigration.

This brings us to MARY POPPINS RETURNS, the long overdue sequel directed by Rob Marshall (CHICAGO) and written by David Magee (LIFE OF PI).  If you loved the first, this film delivers everything you could possibly want - gorgeous songs, eye-popping visuals, great choreography, and a pair of flawless lead performances.  It’s, pardon the reference, practically perfect in every way, yet, once again, in the end, just not for me. Funny how both films served as a way to bury ones head in the sand as the world crumbled.  The original came in the aftermath of the Kennedy Assassination and the U.S. involvement in Vietnam.  The new one comes as a true monster occupies the most powerful position in the world.  Call me a buzzkill, but I didn’t need the escapement.  As Mary flitted about and the Banks children chirped like doe-eyed angels from British Central Casting, all I could think about was my hoping Mueller’s report would lead to impeachment and prison time.  I don’t need a Magical Nanny.  I need a hard-hitting Special Council investigation report!

I suppose context is everything,  Removing myself from current events and seeing MARY POPPINS RETURNS through the eyes of a child, it’s easily a masterpiece of its kind.  Set decades later than the first, Mary Poppins (Emily Blunt) returns to save the Banks family from losing their beloved home at No. 17 Cherry Tree Lane.  Grown-up siblings Michael and Jane Banks (Ben Whishaw and Emily Mortimer) find themselves on the brink of financial ruin and have been given a short amount of time by the evil bank owner William Wilkins (Colin Firth) to pay the overdue mortgage or end up in the streets.  Add Lin-Manuel Miranda as Jack, the kindly local lamplighter, who will do anything to help this family, and the wheels crank into motion, providing a classically molded cousin to the first film.  

Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman’s songs, all memorable, fit beautifully within the Disney model of pure melodies and innocent themes.  Every moment in the film feels like it has its companion scene from the original, with a lamp lighting sequence pinging on our memories of “Chim Chim Cher-ee” or a spectacularly animated scene reminding us of the famous “Penguin Dance”.  Yet, it’s not lazy.  This is a fully considered narrative which doesn’t redo the original, but, to quote the writer at the screening I attended, “rhymes with it”.  I have no doubt this film will enter the realm of beloved classic like its predecessor.  

Emily Blunt, who already has the best sleepy side-eye expression in the business, owns this film.  Assured and completely in charge of every moment, her Mary delivers withering glances, to-the-point orders, and dead-eyed one liners with expert timing. She can also sing and dance, putting her on the level with Andrews.  There’s an edge to her, a lack of cornball sentimentality which elevates the performance. Drag Queens have enough material here to fuel their acts for decades.  Are you listening Ru Paul?  Please have a Lip Sync For Your Life set to “Can You Imagine That”.  You’re welcome.

Miranda also proves himself a worthy successor to Dick Van Dyke, all beaming smiles, energetic dancing, and a guileless commitment to happiness.  Add a fun cameo by Meryl Streep as well as some lovely surprises and the film feels like a complete meal.  I even got teary-eyed in the last act, surrendering to this movie’s charms.  Rob Marshall truly knows the mechanics of a musical, always using the camera to swoop and reveal new information or enhance the feelings of elation.  

Again, this is a perfect film, but it’s also a brand I don’t love.  Why do most of the adults in this movie care so much about the Banks children?  They’re really wide-eyed, creepy and soulless, like one of those Keane paintings come to life.  If I were the neighborhood lamplighter, I’d stick to my job and not pile a bunch of brats and a mystical umbrella-flying fussbudget onto my bicycle, risking ones livelihood and life to save the day.  I’d more likely keep my head down and worry if my meager wages will pay my own damn bills.  MARY POPPINS RETURNS, like all of the films in the Disney canon, exists in the world of escapist entertainment, where to paraphrase the Emcee from CABARET, we should leave our troubles outside.  Nothing wrong with that.  Things are pretty awful right now, so I don’t blame people for wanting some blissful respite.  Me?  I take after my mom.  We resisted. The big bad ones out there want us to succumb to the distractions.  My mom wanted Julie Andrews to shut up so that she can hear the body count from Walter Cronkite, and I, while loving and appreciating the flawless care and craft that went into every second of MARY POPPINS RETURNS, just wanted to get right back to reading the Mueller Report.  

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Song stuck in my head: sunshine on leith

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Average amount of sleep: usually about 8, but since starting the summer holidays it's more like 10

What I'm wearing: a red stripey t shirt, floral pyjama bottoms (my jeans got soaked in the scottish rain), a tree-shaped necklace that my mum bought me for my 18th

Lucky number: 42

Dream job: realistically, an archivist or museum curator. In a hypothetical universe, an archaeologist in the 1920s, a sculptor in ancient greece, a lighthouse keeper, owner of a parisian bookshop in the 1930s, bard in a medieval court

Dream trip: everywhere in scandinavia, shetland, hawaii, new zealand

Favourite food: wensleydale cheese, sticky toffee pudding, apricots

Play any instruments: haha no

Eye colour: green

Hair colour: blonde

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: messy curls from a windswept clifftop stroll, cloth bound murder mysteries, cosy yellow jumpers, bubble baths, hot strong tea in a floral teapot

Languages you speak: english, french, dodgy mandarin

Most iconic song (s):

tainted love, soft cell

wuthering heights, kate bush

prince charming, adam and the ants

Random fact about me: I tried (vegetarian) haggis for the first time today and it was actually quite nice

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