#cillian murphy collage

[salt-and-shade]

BARBENHEIMER - July 21, 2023

The most ambitious crossover event in history (artists cited under the cut!)

I hyperlinked the original posts to the artist handle wherever possible so go show the artists some love!! ROW 1: @JohnBeLucky on Reddit @anglespizza on Twitter (they made this for a class-iconic) @whovianrad on Twitter @shadowknightdk on Twitter @BossLogic on Twitter ROW 2: @rahalarts on Instagram @justralphy on Instagram @GrungiestBunny on Instagram, available as a poster here @envelopandkissme on Tumblr (I think? idk this one was hard to find) @shirtsthtgohard on Twitter, available for purchase here ROW 3: @omarg294 on Twitter (possibly not the original source) @raichu.copper on Instagram/@raichucopper on Twitter @galactic_psychedelia Instagram, available on Redbubble here @thesenatortheatre on Instagram (possibly not the original source) @nannymcghee on Tik Tok

ROW 4: Retro Travel Design on Redbubble @rahalarts on Instagram @stevereevesart on Instagram @jonattfieldart on Instagram @gringgieespons on Tik Tok

ROW 5: @BossLogic on Instagram/@BossLogic on Twitter @rahalarts on Instagram @nolanlounds Tik Tok @seanlongmore Instagram @Cornettogod on Twitter

ROW 6: @readfulthings on Instagram (aka Adam Perocchi) I cannot find this artist but you can buy the shirt here and here @moviemantis on Instagram (possibly not the original source, idk) Jason P on LinkedIn (ok career barbie!!) and finally, you can buy the shirt here

huge love to all the incredibly talented artists that put their work on the internet for free for all of us to look at, we love you!! (please sign/watermark your works though, the amount of art theft I found while looking these up made me sad for you)

anti-shoutouts: to google for nerfing their reverse image search with google lens (seriously-CHANGE IT BACK), to twitter for making it almost impossible to use the website after I deleted my account, and to basically no one on tik tok (or any other social media site for that matter) for crediting artists because that made tracking down the original posts so much harder than it needs to be :')

#barbie #barbenheimer #oppenheimer #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #margot robbie #cillian murphy #ryan gosling #fan art #movie art #movie poster #the art isn't mine but the collage is #the hype riding the marketing train has been fascinating #and now with the strikes hollywood is really going out with a bang! (pun intended) #embarrassing number of tags bc sorting these by aspect ratio to make a pretty grid took forever #ok this got more notes than I anticipated so I went back and cited the artists bc I'm not an asshole

[forgottenpeakywriter]

Tommy in Pleasure Collage

@queenshelby @happysparklingshadows @gypsy-girl-08 @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick @elliotshelbyjones @lyarr24 @camilleholland89 @aranoburns @rogers060967 @creativepawsworld

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #sexycillian #sexy content #sexy tease #sexiest man alive #take my breath away #collage #so hot so hot #hot as fuck #handsome

[rothman1966]

OPENHEIMER INTRODUCTION. Volume 1.

#aidan gallagher #photoshop #fandom #fan edit #original art #artists on tumblr #desing #black mirror #black and white #collage #digital artist #illustration #illustragram #cillian murphy

[infatuated-doll]

Just a little collage-ish thing I made!! Based on what my vibes are currently.

#collage art #cillian murphy #rosemarys baby #girl interrupted #christine daae #buffalo 66 #coquette #morute #girlblogging #lana del rey

[alcanceress]

the most beautiful eyes in the world. never seen this in real life

Martin Wallström&Cillian Murphy.

martin my favorite man since mr robot. wonderful

#mr robot #tyrell wellick #martin wallström #swedish man #cillian murphy #beautiful eyes #collage #help help help #ive never seen eyes like this #tyrelliot #photoart #peaky blinders

[seleneshelby]

This is a collage I decided to do on my own for @look-at-the-soul @thats-what-cill-said story The Photoshoot.

@gypsy-girl-08 @cillmequick

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fan fiction #collage

[devilfulmarina]

#tom hardy #collage #aesthetics #aestheitcs #screencaps #screenshot #screenshots #movie #series #cillian murphy #harry styles #harry edward styles #harries #dunkirk #actor harry #films #Fionn Whitehead #fionn whitehead #christopher nolan #Tom Glynn Carney #tom glynn carney #Jack Lowden #jack lowden #movie mosaics

[peakypoet]

@look-at-the-soul

@gypsy-girl-08

@cillmequick

@aranoburns

@rogers060967

#cillian murphy #art #photo edit #collage

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 3)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Smut in later parts, Age-Gap, Infidelity

Words: 2,567

Note: The fic is spoiler free and fantasy. Thank you for @forgottenpeakywriter for this amazing collage. 

Previous Parts: 1; 2

Later that day, you finally made your way home which, to you, did not feel much like home at all. You had a room with beautiful views, overlooking the park across from central station. It was magnificent and, yet, you felt somewhat out of place inside this rather large property.

Since commencing your studies at Berkley, you were staying with family friends who, just like your mother and father, entertained strong communist believes.

The Chevaliers were well known party members and, whilst you never joined the party yourself, you retained your associations for the sake of mutual benefit.

Haakon Chevalier was an English professor at Berkley and it was through him that you have heard about the scholarship in the physics department at the university which, in the end, he aided you to obtain.

You thus owed him a great deal and, even though you were at odds with communism yourself, you did not mind presenting yourself at the events him and his wife invited you to.

With your father in charge of the party branch in the south and running for Senate, having you there meant a great deal to them and you were certain that, with the right amount of alcohol, you could get through the night effortless. But, apparently not tonight.

Tonight, was going to be different and, just as you got yourself ready for the event which was hosted by a friend of Haakon, you thought about it again. You thought about how your professor’s fingertips felt on you, raising goosebumps on your bare skin.

It was a feeling quite unfamiliar to you and you thought that, if he would have known that you had never been touched by a man before, he would have apologised to you for this somewhat inappropriate gesture.

An apology though was not what you were after. To the contrary. You wanted something completely different to this man taking pity on you. You wanted him to desire you for who you were, which was something that, to most men was off-putting.

Your mother always called you condescending. According to her, you were too fixated on the sciences and not interested enough in what mattered the most. To her, you were wasting your youth on problems that could not and should not be solved by human kind and this, itself, was a frustrating revelation to you.

Did you miss out on being loved where everyone else around you was focused on exactly that? Romantic relations, marriage and children?

You quickly realised that none of this interested you and not once, in your twenty-two years on this planet, have you felt intellectually challenged by a man. Not until now at least, which is when you met J Robert Oppenheimer who, out of all people on this earth, had to be your professor.

With him in mind, you looked at yourself in the mirror and reached up and clapped your hand over the place he touched, fizzling out the tingling that was beginning to rise there again by just thinking of him.

“Don’t be ridiculous” you then said to your image in the mirror, trying to snap out of your thoughts. Not only was he your superior, but he was also a married man who had a child and was at least fifteen years older than you.

It was pointless, so to speak and you really had to focus on your studies rather than on your professor.

***

Eventually, the evening came around and you caught a ride with Haakon and his wife Barbara to a property nearby. The drive was no more than twenty minutes and, when you arrived in front of the largest mansion you had ever seen, you could not help but laugh.

“Now that is the definition of communism” you said sarcastically, seeing the irony in the fact that communism was all about equality and, yet, whomever lived here probably had enough money to end poverty all together.

“Be nice and polite. We are hoping to receive some funding for our campaign” Barbara said and you reassured her that, of course, you would be on your best behaviour.

As such, you greeted the owners of the house with a smile and were introduced to them as a future senator’s daughter which was a term that sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine. You hated being reduced to being someone else’s child as, in your mind, you were a person with value of your own.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, sir” you said nonetheless before stepping inside and taking a look around.

The mansion contained a vast collection of artwork and antiques all of which you took an interest in even though you failed to see the value in these items. To you, they were worthless and impractical, but yet quite pretty to look at. Then, when you were finished looking around and assessing your surroundings, you engaged into some meaningless conversations about the cause with a man named Frank as well as woman named Jaen Tatlock.

Jean, herself, appeared to be rather intelligent. She studied both, psychology and philosophy but, yet, you couldn’t feather her ideas and ideologies. It did not resonate with you and you failed to see the distinction between communism and oppression when she spoke. Her approach was too radical and you thought about just how much your parents, in particular, would have enjoyed her company. You, on the other hand, did not and excused yourself rather quickly.

You then moved on and wandered through the dining room, scanning the large table in the middle of it for something to eat as, suddenly, you spotted another familiar face.

“Damn” you cursed as you saw him, standing there, talking to a man who you did not know and doing so in the most profound way.

There was something about him and, what really caught your eye was his body language. He was so sure of himself as he with angled toward the corner of the table, propping himself up on the palm of his hand.

You were practically hyperventilating at this point, trying desperately to keep your cool, but you could feel the heat rising to your chest. He gave you a quick look before standing up straight and excusing himself from the conversation with the stranger.

Then, he approached you and your face contorted as his eyes met yours.

“I did not take you to be a communist, Dr Oppenheimer. I am surprised” you said almost instantly when your professor greeted you silently and, just as you said these words, you could feel a challenge in his eyes. You screwed up again and Dr Oppenheimer was, quite obviously, surprised by your directness.

“I am not a party member, Miss Y/LN” he then assured you almost bluntly before lightening himself a cigarette and offering you one as well.

“That wasn’t my question Dr Oppenheimer” you pointed out before taking a cigarette from him which, out of politeness, he lit for you.

“You did not ask me a question Miss Y/LN. You simply made an assertion” he then pointed out before taking the liberty to ask you a question of his own and, thus, turning the tables on you. “Are you a communist?” he asked somewhat playfully and, by now, you were stuck wondering what the point of this interaction was.

“No, Dr Oppenheimer. I am an opportunist” you informed him in an attempt to catch him off guard and your words seemed to have had the desired effect as now he was keen to engage in some further conversation with you.

“Right. So may I ask, what opportunity has presented itself to you tonight, Miss Y/LN? Anything yet?” Dr Oppenheimer then asked as he was surveying your reactions to his question.

“No, nothing yet, I am afraid” you laughed, causing the professor to laugh as well before speaking up again.

“Then, perhaps I can change that” he said before reaching for your hand somewhat unexpectedly and, immediately, you felt that sensational tingling again.

“Come, I will show you something” Dr Oppenheimer then said and you quickly put out your cigarette and followed him through the empty hallway at the back of the house which, in your naivety, you believed to lead to an empty bedroom perhaps.

“I think that, perhaps, us leaving together like this, may be a little inappropriate?” you thus pointed out while following him nonetheless, which is when you reached a pair of stairs, leading to the very top of the mansion.

“Not if there is a scientific reason involved” he answered you almost sharply and his statement well and truly confused you until, eventually, Dr Oppenheimer pulled you out on to the balcony and you spotted what appeared to be a rather large commercial telescope.

“You submitted your thesis proposal to the board earlier today and, when I saw what it was about, I became intrigued”  he explained and you were rather delighted to know that he had looked at your proposal even though he did not have to.

“I submitted the same proposal to the physics department at Harvard, but I was denied due to the lack of tutors in the theoretical department” you pointed out nonetheless, causing Dr Oppenheimer to chuckle lightly.

“Harvard has a theoretical physics department? That’s news to me” he said sarcastically, smiling, which was something that made you nervous. His smile was mesmerising and he certainly appeared at ease around you.

“No, which is exactly why my proposal got rejected and I applied to Berkley” you admitted to him but he already knew all this, given his contacts at Harvard.

“You really want to dedicate five years or more to researching dark matter?” he then asked you nonetheless while leading you closer towards the large telescope which you knew must have cost the owner of this mansion much more than a car.

“Yes” you stammered nervously, hoping that he would push for your research proposal to be accepted. He was a member of the board and could surely convince them to give you funding, you thought.

“Good” Dr Oppenheimer said sharply again while looking at you with his deep blue eyes.

“Why is that good?” you asked as you watched him scanning your face for cues. He tried to read you and your reactions.

“Because I already suggested to the board to accept your research proposal and provide you with all necessary resources” Dr Oppenheimer explained which, to you, came as a relief.

“And what did they say?” you wanted to know as your excitement took over your sense of nervousness.

“They said yes, provided that you work under my supervision” Dr Oppenheimer pointed out and, before you even had time to react, he pulled you closer.

“Now come. I need to show you something” he said while gesturing for you to step in front of the telescope, which was something that confused you.

“With respect, Dr Oppenheimer, you cannot see dark matter through this telescope” you chuckled, but he already knew that and acknowledged your concerns.

“You are right. You can’t. But you can see other matters. You tell me what you can see through the telescope because, in order for your research to be successful, you need to address more than just mere possibilities. The average person cannot comprehend what they cannot see…” Dr Oppenheimer explained before telling you that, in order for your research to become known, you would need to connect what is visible to what is not and explain the reasons behind the things that cannot be seen and why you believe that they do, in fact, exist.

“I suppose that makes sense” you told him nervously before, finally, stepping all the way in front of the telescope while Dr Oppenheimer positioned himself behind you.

“Ironically, I never used one of those before” you then told him after having only spent some time at the planetarium which, of course, is far more advanced than this.

“Here, let me show you” Dr Oppenheimer said as he drifted closer while putting one hand on the telescope and the other onto your back. He then adjusted the tilt and showed you how to move the device around while brushing your back with his hand.

You could feel the warmth of it through the thin fabric of your blouse and you felt like you were on the verge of flames.

“What can you see?” he then asked while you breathed out heavily. You could not remember a time where anyone has touched you in such a minuscule way, causing arousal inside of you, and answering his question had become rather difficult.

You tried to explain something of relevance nonetheless, but his nonchalant nature was well and truly driving you crazy.

“Watch closely and tell me what you can see” he then said again, wanting something more from you than the absurd little answer you had already given him and when you began to stammer out something else, you could feel his warm hand again, this time at the crook of your neck, moving aside your hair and causing you to turn around.

“I can see the stars, made of atoms, in different strengths, depending on their age” you began to say, feeling the goosebumps on your skin and struggling to catch your breath after your small, yet intimate moment.

“And what else?” Dr Oppenheimer then asked, now facing you and running his thumb gently over your cheek.

“Uhm…” you stammered nervously as he was not just working on you physically, but also mentally. He was challenging you and this created passion and urgency.

“Did you loose your train of thought again?” he then asked almost sarcastically as your eyes met his, making you suddenly aware of how infatuated you must have looked right then. Your lips were apart and your chest was obviously pulling large breaths. Your resolve was completely gone but you still managed to keep your eyes on him as he drew closer towards you, cupping your face, until suddenly, there was another voice in the background. It was one that was familiar to him and he startled.

“Robert? What are you doing here?” an attractive looking woman asked before giving you both a stern look.

“Kitty, this Y/N Y/LN, one of my students. We were just discussing her thesis on dark matter” Dr Oppenheimer explained rather quickly, making an excuse for being here with you on your own without even bothering to actually answer her question.

“Out here? Really?” the woman asked and the look on her face gave it all away. She did not believe a word he was saying.

“Yes” Dr Oppenheimer said nonetheless and, after moment of silence, the woman introduced herself to you.

“Hi, I am Katherine. Katherine Oppenheimer. I am his wife and perhaps, next time, any questions you may have for my husband could be brought to his attention at university, don’t you think?” she suggested and, even though she spoke to you in such a belittling manner, you nodded nervously.

“Of course. It is nice to meet you Katherine” you said, but she corrected you.

“It is Mrs Oppenheimer. Don’t call me by my first name” she pointed out, causing you to bite your tongue.

To be continued…

Please comment and engage. I love getting comments and predictions pretty please!

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#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #Oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer x reader

[nightgoodomens]

https://www.tumblr.com/nightgoodomens/749120212230651904/actually-not-clear-on-why-people-like-this-kind-of?source=share

Hard agree. Even the filming without his consent alone is a HUGE red flag. Like, if I make a video of ny husband belting off to an Adele song in the kitchen to show him for both of us to laugh about how badly he sings, and if he takes pics of me for a collage of my Cillian-Murphy-resting-bitchface to tease me with, THAT'S banter. It's respectful, it's funny, and we both know that if the other would ask us not to film or not to show the video/pics to anyone that the boundary would be respected without question or discussion. The way she treats him like a circus animal - and I say that as someone who despises the fact that animals are still held in circuses - makes me sick.

Yep.

I’m actually disgusted by the crap I’m seeing on Twitter. The amount of people telling those who survived abuse to not “project”, how they’re “infantilising” him, how they shouldn’t compare relationships, how he’d just leave if he was unhappy…

No, nope, no, fuck off.

Recognising signs of abuse is not “projecting”, recognising a man can be treated like shit is not “infantilising” (would they say that if it was about a woman?), and what is with this fandom’s obsession that you need to act brainwashed and not allow yourself to have any but positive thoughts? They decided he’s fine with it even though he said plenty of times that he wasn’t. Who’s projecting now? How do these people live without learning anything along the way? Telling people stuck in horrible relationships that they could just leave? Truly said by people who have zero real life experience…

If someone wants to say that the way she speaks about DT, acts, etc, doesn’t bother them - fine. That they choose to believe he’s ok with it - fine. That’s their choice. But nobody has any right to tell people who have been hurt to not “project” or “infantilise” or bully people who say this isn’t right.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[patronsaintofteachercrushes]

10/20

wow… just wow.

today H put his hand on the back of my head. it was so gentle, but it sent fireworks straight through me. at this point i’m fully convinced, in what way would that not have some sort of charge behind it ? teachers don’t make physical contact, deliberate at that, with their students. maybe when they’re extremely young and need consoling, but not in high school. he meant something by it, why else would he ?

we do this thing where we read an article of our choosing once a week and then have to write an analysis on it, and of course i was trying desperately to talk to him. so i asked if he would choose an article for me. he started to pick something informational, and i groaned, he said “or you can just put your head down and accept defeat,” and as he said it he placed his hand on the back of my head. i tried to stay perfectly still but i wanted to jump out of my seat.

i can’t exactly remember how we started talking about this but this week was our homecoming spirit week and today was barbenheimer themed, and i eventually asked him if he’d seen oppenheimer (because he was wearing a hat and suit & tie) and he laughed and said no but that he was a really big fan of cillian murphy. naturally, i said i really liked him too. which is true, but i mainly said it to insinuate my infatuation with older men. he asked if i’d ever seen peaky blinders, and i said of course. he said he wished he could dressed like that every day but [our city] wouldn’t understand the fashion. i just laughed and said that i think he should anyways and that i’d be there for it. he just smiled. i wanted to tell him he looked nice, and by nice i mean hot. like a weathered collage professor in the 90s. something about seeing him in a suit and tie did a number on me.

the hoco dance is tomorrow, and i remember him talking about chaperoning but i can’t remember if he actually said he was going to or not. but i’m praying so hard that he’ll be there. i absolutely need to see him again before monday. it’s like some hungry beast inside of me, and no measure of time with him will ever satisfy it.

#xi’s diary #AAAAAA HE TOUCHED AGAIN YOU GUYS !!!!! #female student #male teacher crush #male teacher x female student #tc community #tc feelings #student x teacher #tc blog #tc love #teacher crush #teacher x student

[forgottenpeakywriter]

#cillian murphy #male modle #irish #irish beauty #irish man #sexy as fuck #sexiest man alive #sexycillian #photoshoot #collage #male model #male beauty

[paradiseprincesss]

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my masterlist

hi, i'm coco, i'm 21 and i write for cillian murphy characters - and i love writing fics based off songs hehe

feel free to send me requests and i'll try my best to write it. i haven't seen all of the movies that he's in so, if there is a character requested that i haven't watched yet - i'll try my hardest to write it as accurately as possible based off the information i have! minors dni! this blog is 18+

my favourite cillian characters to write for are

jonathan crane (batman trilogy) my pookie <3 i will most likely get to requests with him sooner and get 'em done faster lol

jackson rippner (redeye)

neil lewis (watching the detectives)

robert fischer (inception)

jim (delinquent season)

if you want to request a character that isn't listed above, please feel free to! however, i feel like i'm sometimes unable to accurately portray certain characters like tommy shelby, jonathan breech, etc. just because i haven't really written for them before. nonetheless, i will attempt to write for them if requested.

i only feel comfortable writing character x female!reader, so please respect that. also, please be patient i'm a full time collage student so i will get to writing when i find time.

thank you & love u!

#cillian x reader #cillian murphy #dr jonathan crane #jonathan crane #thomas shelby #robert fischer #neil lewis #jim delinquent season #jonathan breech #cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x f!reader

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot (Part 34)

Cillian Murphy

Series master list Part 1 (2014), Part 2 (2015),

⚠️ Honeymoon Smut 🔥

This chapter was on my mind since the beginning, I always knew Cill and Yael would go to Greece for their honeymoon and then, life has some funny ways to put people in the middle, right where you needed and @2000snostaalgiia provided the best trip tips around ✨💙 thank you so much Maria for helping me out with the Greek insights, and the beautiful poem ♥️, this part wouldn’t be the same without your guidance. And also @heidimoreton for the back to reality idea provided! Please know my inbox is always open for anyone who wants to suggest something; a photo, trip, idea… 💕 also thank you @peakypoet /SeleneShelby for the beautiful edits and collage you made! 💛

“Come on.” Yael pulled Cillian’s hand to guide him behind a bougainvillea tree. “I wanted to try this pose with a couple while I did their engagement photos a long time ago but she didn’t like my idea.”

Cillian chuckled but followed her instructions. “Separate your feet an inch, right there.” Then setting her camera on automatic, she rushed to the steps and positioned herself behind the tree too, in front of Cillian.

“Am I supposed to do something?”

“Kiss your wife?” She suggested and saw Cillian licking his lips.

Yael walked again to check the camera and pressed the shutter one more time.

“If you place your hand lower it will look nice in the shoot.”

“Here?” And he cupped her bum in his palms.

“No! Perv it’s a sweet photo!” While he kept laughing, Yael got the camera ready one more time.

Even though their faces couldn’t be seen, she wrapped her arms around Cillian’s neck and gave him a little peck on the lips, she lifted her leg and his hand slide down… looking into each other’s eyes and completely forgetting about the rest of the world. She loved running her hands through his curls and he loved the way she purred against his mouth.

Everything was perfect until they heard a deep voice that seemed to be angry. Walking down the steps, they found a woman throwing their things and personal belongings into a black bag.

“No! No, no that’s my camera.” Yael tried to explain.

“Trash!” The woman was fuming.

“Wait.” Cillian tried to intervene.

“These are my bags… see?” She showed the woman a small purse she got from the market. “We were taking a photograph over there by the flower tree.”

She saw the woman extend her arm towards Cillian and made her a sign that Yael preferred to not ask what it meant.

“Check the camera.” They both exhaled relieved when they saw that the camera landed over a scarf Yael bought, walking down the street as far as they could go, they saw the woman sweeping angrily mumbling something they couldn’t understand.

The whole five minutes’ walk to the restaurant they were laughing until their stomachs hurt. It was a funny moment they would never forget.

“Still don’t get why was she so angry, we weren’t vandalizing the wall or her steps, I just put our things there.”

“Two more minutes and you almost lose your camera.” He chuckled again.

Entering the restaurants area, they couldn’t stop smiling. Cillian was teasing her for the things she was willing to do to get the shoot that she wanted.

“Love.” Someone said out loud, making them stop. “I see love.” And then the woman pointed between them.

Kissing her hair, Cillian agreed. “Lots of it.”

“Come in to the best Greek restaurant.” The woman invited them.

As they were following her, they were surprised to find a secret hall behind the restaurant, it was like a mini street in an open area that connected the restaurants in the back, the “ceiling” was made of tree branches intertwined from side to side, flowers and lights provided a beautiful and cozy place to have dinner.

“Here I was thinking the cottage and the island were my favorite places…”

Playing with her fingers, Cillian admitted; “you’re my favorite place.”

“Stop you’re always telling me mushy things.”

Tickling her ribs, Cillian teased her. “Oh, and now you don’t like it, Mrs. Murphy?”

The smile reached Yael’s eyes. “I do, Mr. Murphy, I do.” She scrunched her nose and that made her husband smile as well.

“Should we order different dishes and share?” He asked, but he wasn’t surprised to see her nodding before he finished his question.

“Oh! They’ve Pastitsio! It’s the one we wanted to try when we arrived but chose the Mediterranean salad.” As Cillian looked at her confused, she elaborated her point. “It’s like the Greek version of lasagna, Cill.”

“All right, I’ll go with the Kleftiko then.” Yael’s eyes sparkled as she read it consisted of lamb infused with olive oil and lemon juice. It sounded mouth-watering and she adored that the menu included a small section explaining the origin of each dish.

“Can we get the Ti-Tirokroketes?” She frowned at word.

“Are you going to share them this time?” He winked at her, instead of ordering it as an appetizer, she decided to make the fried cheese balls her main dish. She loved the combination of the different kind of cheeses like feta and gouda but he only got the remaining crumbs.

“I asked you four times if you wanted to try them and you said no” She defended herself in a faked shocked tone.

Cillian shook his head. “Doesn’t matter if I say no, you should’ve shared with your husband.”

As their drinks arrived, the kind woman brought them something else.

“Ugh, it’s too bad I don’t understand a word.”

“To say no to love, it’s like frowning in front of a flower that’s ready to bloom. It’s like cursing at the light that showed you the world.” He whispered in a deep voice that got all her attention.

“How…-” Taking the card between his fingers, he turned it around, so she was watching the translation now.

“Never let the light go out.” Ophelia, the woman advised them and left with a smile to get their food.

“We got enough cheese for a lifetime.” He felt so full even after walking back to Vassilis’ home.

“Mr. Murphy?” He had his back at her.

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t let me order dessert.”

As he finally turned around, Cillian saw her touching the hem of her floral dress and take the piece of fabric off through her head, revealing a set of lingerie he was sure he had never seen before, a pale pink transparent fabric decorated with tiny flowers embroidered, he could see everything thru it. Swallowing hard, he walked towards his wife in a bee-line, like an obedient pet.

“You’ve been wearing this all fucking day and I didn’t know?” Yael nodded biting her lower lip. “Next time, you show me before we go out.”

“Maybe.” She teased Cillian and her lips went straight to his neck, he couldn’t move fast enough; he tried to open his trousers and pull her underwear down at the same time, once she was free from her clothes from the waist down, Cillian lifted her easily and walked until her back hit the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around him, his lips just finished kissing her neck and immediately moved to one of her breast still covered by the flowered bra.

“I want you to get this in every color.”

Yael nodded and wriggled her hips. “I’ll remember that.” A moan escaped her lips. She was trapped between his body and the wall, so close, yet so far away from what she wanted. Trying to move down a little bit, she gasped as her entrance brushed against his tip. “Cill…” She pleaded and moved a little more, using his shoulders for support, her body shook as she rubbed against him one more time.

“Busy.” He answered, biting lightly her skin, running his palm over her free breast.

“Just… Ah.” She managed to get the tip of his cock into her entrance, but his body still was keeping her tight against the wall, there wasn’t any room between their bodies. Yael closed her eyes as her husband thrusted up a little bit, his lips were kissing the space between her breasts and she pulled at his locks enough to make him groan both of pain and pleasure, finally she could see his beautiful eyes. “I want you.”

Cillian finally moved back about an inch and Yael felt the tip of his cock inside of her, there, just teasing her body. The sound she made wasn’t human, swallowing hard she tried to move only to find out that his body was pressing against her one more time.

Opening her eyes, she found Cillian looking at her with a smile, enjoying her frustration. “Having fun?”

“Can’t complain.” And he let her slide down his hard member a little more.

Huffing, she placed her hands on his shoulders to try to wriggle down. “I swear if you-” Finally, Cillian let her slide down for her own weight, Yael moaned loudly feeling half of his cock inside, her body welcoming him immediately. While she was still adjusting to the sensation, Cillian started to walk towards their bedroom with his wife connected to his body, quickly reaching their bed, he placed her gently in the middle enjoying the view under him.

“Fuck.” Was all he could say as she pulled him down, but before he started to move again, Cillian pulled out from her body.

“Hey!” Yael protested leaning on her elbows to look at him, struggling to get rid of his clothes, kneeling in the bed, Yael helped Cillian to remove his shirt while he got the rest, once he was free, she pulled him so he was laying on his back and soon she was straddling his hips. “Keep moving like that.” He mumbled against her lips, as her movements were speeding up Cillian’s fingers found the clasp of her bra to take it off.

Chests rubbing, the sound of flesh against flesh, moans and deep breaths while their eyes locked, soon they were lost in the land of pleasure, both trying to win the race, but one Cillian’s hands moved between them to find her most sensitive body part and pressing his digits against it, he saw Yael close her eyes while her mouth opened, her upper body thrown back… her movements stopped as the ecstasy took over her. Taking a seating position to face her, he felt his own release.

Moments later tucked in bed, tangled legs and sheets, Yael kissed his chest. “Can we go tomorrow to Naxos?”

Cillian made a face. “I don’t know, I wanted to stay in and rest.”

“Rest? You don’t know how to rest, you can’t stay still for five minutes.”

Pulling the sheets up, Cillian wrapped her legs around him. “Let’s see how long you can stay still.”

———

It took the ferry a little over an hour to arrive to the island of Naxos, equally beautiful to Syros. Perfectly white houses and business welcomed them as Cillian and Yael strolled the cobbled streets of Naousa. Yael already found a small shop known for selling everything natural; cosmetics, soaps, scented candles. Following the route, Yael suddenly pulled at his hand.

“This is incredible!” Excitement running through her. “Look.” She pointed at a wall decorated with a lot of eyes.

“For protection.” The man in charge offered and showed her around, different kinds and sizes of the famous blue eye from bracelets, keychains, necklaces, the list was endless.

“Babe let’s go.”

“Give me a sec, I want to get Violet something now that she’s waiting for her baby and something for Lee-Anne and Kayla too.”

He didn’t believe in this kind of protection, but Yael was listening intensely to the explanation the owner of the store was giving her, he offered her a discount and after some time, she finally picked her gifts, “for you.” He gave her a small bracelet with blue beads and a single eye after all the things she got.

After stopping at a ceramic store, Maria the sweet owner gave them a complete explanation of why they had to visit the Apollo temple and other places that guarded a lot of history, Cillian stopped on his tracks, the view was more than breathtaking and he had been growing a particular interest of taking photos of his wife.

“Give me your things and go over there.” Cillian instructed his wife pointing at the windmill.

“I love this place. Everything is so pretty.” As she played with her red dress, Cillian snapped a photo of her.

“Did you know these still work?” Some of them were still used to mill wheat, while some others were kept for decorative purpose, the process was artisanal.

“There’s the Harvest Festival in September at Mykonos with locals sharing traditional storytellers it’s one of the family-run mill, the girl at the ceramic store told me.”

“Festival huh? Sounds interesting.”

“Hmm with traditional music and dances, food…”

Cillian chuckled at the tone of her voice. “And let me guess, you want to come back.”

They didn’t even want to leave.

———

Cillian caught Yael looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was wearing the white dress she got at the local market the previous day.

“Fuck… you look like a Greek goddess.” He admitted leaning against the doorframe looking up and down at her.

“You just want another round.”

“Actually yes… but we need to go out and I got you the perfect complement for your outfit.” Cillian went then to search inside his bag to get a small box. “Yesterday at the vintage jewelry shop you kept looking at this set over and over.”

He had teased her about buying presents for everyone in their families and barely getting anything for herself but the set of seven gold bracelets got her attention so when she was distracted with something else, he bought it for her.

Surprised, Yael looked at him. “How…?” But instead of asking him about his mind-reading powers, she pulled him down for a kiss. “Thank you, Cill.”

And he assured her she had nothing to thank him for. After all this was his honeymoon present for her, she already got him a silver Greek coffee set.

“I’ve to admit I was unsure of the sandals but you seem to be really comfortable wearing them around.” They were walking after lunch and she still had energy to keep going.

“Told you I’ve heard wonders of custom made sandals here.” Yael made a pose for him to show her the local sandals she got handmade made using an artisanal process, the seller showed her part of the traditional methods they used to make the shoes, since 1935 in his family making customizable models.

“Then run over there to take a photo of you.” He pointed at the scenic lookout, as Yael was walking away from him, he called her; “hey beauty, are you free tonight?”

Yael turned her head over her shoulder to smile at him and she found him pointing the camera at her. “Let me ask my husband.”

He took another photo of her walking over the ocean.

“Come over here so we can have one together.”

There wasn’t anyone around but soon a couple of tourist walked past them so Yael asked them to take a photo and in return she took one of them and promised to email the image as soon as she could.

“Why do you trust anyone with your camera? They could easily take it.” He asked as they reached the vehicle they rented.

“Did you see their faces? They don’t seem to be looking for cameras to steal.” Starting the engine they moved to go back to the hotel they were staying the ferry would take them back to Syros in a couple of hours after their two day stay at Naxos.

Cillian heard her humming something. A song he could easily recognize the tune.

Rolling his eyes at her with a funny face, he told her: “go on… I know you want to play the song.”

Yael pretended to play the fool. “What song? No… I haven’t thought of that.” But of course she laughed and started playing the Mama Mia! Song on her cellphone. “You can’t come to Greece and not sing the song, Cill.”

“Ugh woman. What will I do with you?” He asked in a faked tired expression, truth is he would never get tired of the excitement she showed over the smallest things, it made him see things in a different way.

“Love me?” Yael started kissing his cheek playfully, until her cellphone announced she got a message. “Aww look, Lee-Anne took Scout to the doggies daycare and he made a card for us.” She showed him a photo of the paws decorated as flowers.

“Bet he’s having fun with his dog-mates.”

“Yeah, stealing their toys and barking at her noisy neighbors.” Yael imagined the scene.

“What’s the departure time again?” He asked stopping the car in the parking lot of the small hotel.

“The ferry leaves to Syros at four o’clock.”

That meant they still had plenty of time to enjoy themselves in the private pool they had, and as they made their way inside of their bedroom Cillian made sure to let her know of his plans, they still had four more days to enjoy another island, probably Paros would be next…

But sometimes life shows you different plans for the original ones you had and forces you out of your comfort zone, and that’s exactly what happened when Cillian got a call from Ireland to let him know that his son, Sean was admitted to the hospital in the emergency area due to a severe allergy and there was an issue with the insurance information under his name.

They needed to take a 30 minutes flight from Syros to Athens and then they agreed Cillian would fly straight to Ireland while Yael would go to Manchester to pick up Scout and the rest of their belongings.

And just like that reality burst their honeymoon bubble after spending the most perfect days getting to know one of the most magical and beautiful places on earth. They got to say goodbye to the breathtaking island surrounded by mythology and incredible traditions they both wished to get another chance to enjoy.

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OPPENHEIMER (2023): 9/10

Chain reactions, ripples in the water. Actions and consequences.

Christopher Nolan has created a propulsive character piece, filled with constant anxiety and tension. This is a biopic as a Hollywood spectacle: loud, busy, and intense. But not at the expense of maintaining a sincere emotional and thematic core.

His skill definitely remains predominantly in the technical side. The film is beautifully shot, and meticulously arranged like a cinematic puzzle. The first half-hour or so is edited frantically, quickly jumping between periods. I initially feared the entire runtime would be akin to watching a montage of disparate scenes plucked from various times in Oppenheimer's life, arranged into some thematic collage. Thankfully, it all coalesces once the context behind all the elements is understood, from the flashes of vague imagery to oppressive sounds representing key moments in Oppenheimer's life. The use of non-linear storytelling, splitting attention between time periods leading up to the Los Alamos test and the post-WW2 political drama between Oppenheimer and Lewis Strauss (with creative use of color-coding to represent their points of view), helps to keep the film feeling balanced and emotionally rewarding.

Cillian Murphy and Robert Downey Jr. are absolutely captivating here as Oppenheimer and Strauss. Emily Blunt, Florence Pugh, Matt Damon, and the rest of the supporting cast (too many to list) are natually terrific as well. Many familiar faces appear to help familiarize the audience to the numerous people introduced.

Nolan typically has a problem with his films feeling a bit cold and sterile. The way he edits together scenes often leaves little time for us to grow attached to characters before moving to the next plotpoint. He leaves little time for them to dwell. His dialogue has also run the gamut from heavily expository, to anvilicious and corny. Here, he has definitely improved, by focusing mostly on Oppenheimer's motivations and eventual apprehension towards his devastating contributions to the world. Characters still make occasional statements that benefit from the hindsight of history and sometimes come across as melodramatic.

While Nolan's use of blaring, oppressive sound, and relentless editing gets a bit grating at times, it rarely results in incoherence. Still, I am not a fan of his need to constantly fill his dialogue scenes with very loud background music that drowns out everything. There is rarely any moment of quiet, even when characters are having moments of contemplation. The persistent score by Ludwig Göransson helps to maintain the film's momentum during these scenes, but becomes distracting when it is blasting through the theater surround sound.

These are minor quibbles that ultimately do not detract from the overall experience. Despite the 3 hour runtime, it does not feel exhausting. There is a degree of inventiveness displayed here that showcases Nolan's ever-growing talents as a director. Despite lacking the fantastical elements of his previous films, in tackling this mature, very real subject matter, this may be his most ambitious film yet.

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