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unfortunate-arrow · 1 month

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5, 6, and/or 15 for the dear Whitten and Lynch twins.

5. What did your OC think their life would be like when they grew up? Has it lived up to that expectation?

Cillian really only thought that his life as an adult would mimic his father’s life. His adult life did live up to that expectation to an extent, but there were differences. He was honestly pretty happy that he didn’t end up being like his father too much. He was generally content with the way his life turned out.

Tadhg’s only expectation for adult life was that he be the complete opposite of his father. His adult life did live up to that expectation, which wasn’t mostly noticed in the Tadhg Lives AU.

6. Did your OC have a teacher or a mentor growing up? What was your OC's relationship with them like?

Jack didn’t really have a teacher or mentor growing up. His Uncle Robert was probably the closest thing that he had to a mentor. Jack had a pretty good relationship with his uncle. They got on quite well and Jack admired the older man.

Benedict also didn’t really have a teacher or mentor growing up. There wasn’t one teacher that really stood out to him as extra special while he was at Hogwarts. Mostly, Benedict saw his professors as professors. None were extra special.

15. What was comforting to your OC as a child? Do they still find comfort in that now?

As a child, Cillian found comfort in what little pride and love that his father showed him. It was highly variable and Bain never showed much appreciation towards either of his sons. Even as an adult, Cillian still finds comfort in those moments. He knows that he probably shouldn’t find comfort in those moments, but he does.

As a child, Tadhg found comfort in the outdoors. It was an escape, a haven from the reign of his father. He could hide away in the nooks and crannies around Lynch Manor. As an adult, Tadhg doesn’t find as much comfort in the outdoor nooks and crannies as he did as a child. The freedom of adulthood has given him different things to find comfort in.

oc asks: roots edition

#cillian lynch #tadhg lynch #hphl #hp victorian era #jack whitten #benedict whitten #hpma #magic awakened #oc roots ask game: answered

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fleuraimer · 5 months

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hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

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cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

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auxoubliettes · 8 months

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ok some thoughts about oppenheimer:

watching oppenheimer then going home surrounded by a scary number of continuous silent lightnings was... something.

i've seen almost every movie cillian murphy has done but i'm always amazed by his talent. he is so good. sooooooo good. he says everything with his eyes and he can portray such a large variety of emotions. and such a different degree of intensity of those emotions. at the end of the movie, when oppenheimer is accused of being a soviet spy he simply brings a hand to his face and yet i felt all of the hopelessness. ALL of it. while he was COVERING his face. cillian murphy, the man you are

didn't expect robert downey jr. to be so good. he was great.

i felt like i needed less information yet more (?): i kind of got lost a little bit sometimes because there's so many characters (whose lives and achievements aren't explained enough) and information but maybe it was my problem. someone told me it's oppenheimer's even slightly egocentric POV so... it has to be like that. might be. nevertheless i sometimes felt like i needed to know more. i also think if i were to make a movie about something i knew a lot about or something that it's so difficult and i knew more than the general public i wouldn't waste half the movie explaining stuff. so i get this as well.

when florence pugh's character commits suicide i saw a hand that wasn't supposed to be there. turns out it's a hint to the theory she didn't commit suicide but was killed. this makes me think that if i knew more i would've enjoyed the movie more. so i would like to watch it again.

the trinity test scene didn't impress me as much as i thought it would. i blame david lynch and his twin peaks season 3 episode 8. god, THAT disturbed me. it was TERRIFYING.

i usually find nolan's movies uselessly brainy and too cold. this was usefully brainy and less cold than usual. cillian murphy's acting helped.

loved how political it was. loved how the focus wasn't just on the moral dilemma but on the second red scare as well since i feel like hollywood movies usually have a latent mccarthyism to them.

that scene when he is making a speech and just sees everyone struck by the atomic bomb. and then he ends up crushing a burned body with his foot. hauntingly beautiful.

#oppenheimer #christopher nolan #cillian murphy #robert downey jr #florence pugh #david lynch #cinema

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whatjaswatched · 1 year

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I finally got around to watching Dunkirk.

Whilst the movie was well made, the erasure of Sikh and Indian soldiers from European history cuts me deeply (as the great granddaughter of the British Indian army’s Sikh men).

Normally, I post pictures or gifs of the actual film with my thoughts but honestly, this time, fuck that.

Look upon the faces of the forgotten. Those who gave everything to defend freedom, while their own homeland was being oppressed.

#dunkirk #the Raj #British Indian army #Christopher Nolan #erasure #fucking colonisers #Harry styles #Tom hardy #cillian murphy #fionn whitehead #jack lowden #kenneth branagh #mark rylance #aneurin barnard #calam lynch #michael caine #Kim hartman #dunkirk 2017

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audif1 · 1 year

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Declan smiled, turning his face quickly away from her, hiding this from her, of all the things to hide. But Ronan could see his smile, and he could see it was one he’d never seen his brother wear before, not in all the years he’d known him. This smile wasn’t for Jordan, it was because of Jordan.

#my art #declan lynch #declan lynch fanart #the raven cycle #greywaren #trc #cdth #tdt #i drew this before i read the book but it fits #ALSO i used cillian murphy as a ref and it WORKED

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justabro-kenbitch · 2 years

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𝐏𝐨𝐯: 𝐔 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

#chris evans #evan peters #tom holland #dylan obrien #jonathan bailey #hugh jackman #cillian murphy #timothee chalamet #brunette #crushes #aaron taylor johnson #ross lynch

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ganseybois · 1 year

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cillian murphy as middle aged declan lynch, actually

#my head IS HERE AND ONLY HERE NOW #cillian murphy #declan lynch #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy

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cillixn · 1 year

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screaming shaking crying omg HES IN MY HOUSE

thank you thank you thank you to the incredibly lovely @yrli8, who has kindly blessed me with this copy of numero homme and, as if i wasn’t losing my mind enough, a david lynch lithograph postcard as well! 😫💕💕💕💕

#i’m seriously screaming rn #the postcard is sending me omg i literally had a framed photo of david lynch on my wall as a teenager lmao #yrli8 #cillian murphy

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florasletter · 8 months

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thank God Chris having kids serving for somethinf: magnus taking amazing shots of him while on press your in Beijing

I'll never get over this magnificent shot of chris without his jacket eating soy bean ice cream

#christopher nolan #oppenheimer #cillian murphy #can you imagine my faves son would help me thirst for him so much #can you believe it like Lynch saying in that Friday video

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unfortunate-arrow · 1 month

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7 for M+S ask for Lynch twins? [ellie-e-marcovitz 😊]

7: What does your character’s closet look like?

For many years, Tadhg and Cillian’s closets look the same. Jackets, waistcoats, shirts, trousers, breeches, cravats. They had very similar clothes, whatever was in style for the 1880s. Much of their closets were also taken over by wizarding garb. Robes, dress robes, hats. After their father died, their closets began to diverge.

Tadhg discovered blue jeans in the 1890s and fell in love with them. They quickly became a staple amongst his closet. He had a lot of the tradition clothing as well, but he’d ditched some of the more stifling aspects. He no longer wore cravats or breeches. Trousers were a common look.

Cillian’s closest remained pretty much the same. He liked his jackets, waistcoats, shirts, and trousers. He ditched the cravats in favor of ties. His clothes were often a dark color. Blacks, blues, and grays were common amongst his closet.

character fashion ask game

#cillian lynch #tadhg lynch #hphl #hp victorian era #character fashion ask game: answered

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dillweeb · 9 months

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While watching Oppenheimer, there were many times I was like JANE LYNCH IS IN THIS?! but no it was actually just Cillian Murphy...

#oppenheimer #barbenheimer #jane lynch #cillian murphy #glee

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stairnaheireann · 2 years

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#OTD in Irish History | 25 May:

1315 – Edward Bruce (brother of Robert Bruce, king of Scots), having been invited by some Gaelic chiefs, leads an expedition to Ireland with the aim of conquering it, creating a kingdom of Ireland and driving out the Norman-Irish settlers. He lands at Larne on this date and is proclaimed king of Ireland. 1705 – On this date, May Eustace Sherlock, gentleman, petitions the Commons for relief from…

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#irelandinspires #irishhistory ireland #OTD #25 May #Celtic Football Club #Cillian Murphy #Co. Down #Downpatrick #History #History of Ireland #INLA #IRA #Ireland #Irish History #Irish War of Independence #Kevin Lynch #Lisbon Lions #Saul Abbey #Today in Irish History

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revolutionaryjackelving · 6 months

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TRICKS & TREATS: Halloween Recommendations 2023

It's #Halloween. Here's my horror recommendations. Everything from comics, to movies, to prose fiction.

This year’s Halloween falls on Tuesday, October 31 2023. Yep, horror finally settles for Tuesdays this year. So with that in mind I thought it was worth putting together a catalogue of horror recommendations for this year. Be afraid, be very afraid, be moderately afraid at the very least. Warning: Some of the images in this post might be a bit creepy. Not too much but be cautioned. 🎃MY HISTORY…