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rooftopbeliver · 9 months

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° CILLIAN MURPHY x f! reader

┊age gap ; fluff ; cillian is so babygirl

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YOU were getting ready for an oppenheimer premiere; it was your first time being by his side in public. it makes you happy that you can finally announce to the world that cillian is your boyfriend. it was controversial because of the age gap you guys have because you were in your late twenties, and he is in his late forties. for you, it wasn't a problem, obviously, but you know how people would react. but you didn’t care; cillian makes you the happiest person in the world, and people’s opinions cannot change it.

“you look beautiful.” you heard cillian’s voice behind you and smiled at his compliment. even if the dress were from a thrift store, you loved it, and in your opinion, it was the perfect outfit for this movie.

“thank you, darling, you look so handsome,” you said, turning to him and smiling. cillian was wearing a black suit with a sheer shirt. he was looking too good in this outfit.

he just chuckled, put his arm around your waist, and kissed your lips. cillian was admiring everything in you — he cannot imagine his life without you innit. he loved how humbled you were and how positive you were always, even if circumstances didn’t make you the happiest. but most of all, he loved that you made him feel young again.

and you were admiring everything about him. you loved how clueless he could be when it came to technology and trends; it was always so funny and sweet to you. you loved how he cared about his sons and his friends. he was your dream man and your safe person. he never judged you or the things you did; he was understanding and caring.

“are you stressed?” his question woke you up from daydreaming.

“to be honest, i am not. i know that people are going to talk about us, but i don’t care. it’s your day, and i want to celebrate with you,” you simply said, kissing his nose with a smile.

. . .

STANDING among all the celebrities and paparazzi, you started to feel anxious, even if you thought that you would be fine. cillian felt how your hand clenched on his arm. he kissed your temple and whispered some words that made you feel better. you weren’t a celebrity, so it’s obvious that you didn't feel comfortable and confident in this kind of situation, but you were dating an actor, so you needed to get used to it.

when the time for photos came, you stepped on the black carpet. you weren’t hiding that you weren't feeling the most comfortable posing for photos. but when cillian told you to look at him and not at the paparazzi, you felt a little better seeing him smiling. you were so proud.

people were a bit surprised that cillian showed up with a woman next to him, but they didn’t scream hateful comments, but the opposite. they complimented your look; you could even hear comments like, ‘she is so beautiful’ ‘wish i was her’ etc.

after done the all photos you leave the carpet happily smiling. it felt nice made your relationship public and it was comforting that people weren’t hateful about your relationship.

“you have done so well, love. i love you so much,” cillian said, kissing your lips. he doesn’t care about people around anymore.

yes, you are the happiest person in the world right now.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ thank you for attention!! ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

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elskiee · 2 months

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look at this silly little boy with his silly little trophy.... oh cillian you absolute baby

#THE WAY HE LOOKS SO SMALL??? i am deceased #cillian you babygirl #cillian murphy #oscars #academy awards

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queenshelby · 27 days

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Our Little Secret (Part 34)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

You picked up your babygirl in a haste before storming out of the room with her to see what was going on. Your mother shouted out "call an ambulance" and you couldn't help but feel your heart drop as panic washed over you.

Cillian was lying on the floor, at the bottom of the stairs, while Frank just stood there, looking down at Cillian with a mixture of disbelief and guilt etched on his face.

Mara's cries were echoing throughout the house as you handed her to your mother who, until now, had not held her before. You then immediately rushed towards Cillian, your heart racing with fear.

"Oh my god," you whispered, your voice shaking as you knelt down beside him, your hand reaching for his.

"Cillian, please, say something," you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks as he appeared to have lost consciousness for a short moment.

Cillian's eyes fluttered open, but his gaze was unfocused and dazed. "Cillian, can you hear me?" you asked, your voice trembling as you tried to hold back your tears.

He nodded weakly, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up.

"No, don't move," you told him, placing a gentle hand on his chest to keep him down. "We called an ambulance," you said, trying to reassure him.

Cillian nodded again, and you could see the relief in his eyes as he relaxed back onto the floor while Frank scrambled nervously, reaching for his coat.

Your mother had taken Mara to the other room, trying to calm her down as she cried and cried, the sound walking on pins and needles. Cillian's mother now stood there too, her hand covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"What did you do Frank?" she asked, horror-stricken, as she looked from Frank to Cillian. Frank appeared visibly shaken, his hands shaking as he reached for his car keys.

"I don't know," he then muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, looking just as terrified as the rest of them. "I need to leave. I can't stay here," Frank stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked around the room, his gaze lingering on Cillian for a brief moment before he turned and walked out the door.

Cillian struggled to keep his eyes open , wincing in pain as he tried to sit up again.

"No, don't move," you told him again, your voice firm as you tried to hold back your tears. "Please," you added, pleading with him to stay still.

Cillian nodded weakly, wincing in pain as he lay back down on the floor. You could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and you knew that he was in pain. But still, he managed to give you a small smile, which only caused your heart to race with fear.

"I'm okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's fine," he sighed and you nodded, trying to believe his words, but deep down, you knew that something was seriously wrong.

You could see it in his eyes, the way they were unfocused and glassy, the way they kept fluttering closed even as he tried to keep them open.

"Where the fuck is this goddamn ambulance?" you heard yourself shouting, your voice cracking with fear as you clutched Cillian's hand tightly. You could feel his pulse growing weaker with each passing second, and the fear that was gripping your heart was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

Cillian's mother was standing nearby, her hand still covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face. "He's going to be okay," she kept repeating, but her voice was shaking, and you could see the fear in her eyes too.

Eventually though, the sounds of sirens filled the air, and you let out a sigh of relief as the ambulance finally arrived. The paramedics rushed inside, quickly assessing Cillian's condition before carefully loading him onto a stretcher. You followed close behind, holding his hand tightly as they rushed him out the door and into the back of the ambulance after your mother promised to take care of Mara for you.

The ride to the hospital was a blur of sirens and lights as the paramedics worked to stabilize Cillian. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your thoughts racing with fear and worry. What if he didn't make it?

The thought was unbearable, yet it lingered at the forefront of your mind, refusing to budge. You squeezed Cillian's hand tighter, trying to offer him comfort and reassurance, but the fear was overwhelming.

At the hospital, the doctors and nurses worked efficiently to assess the damage. They asked a series of questions, took scans and tests and eventually determined that Frank's punch had resulted in a rather serious concussion and broken ribs which must have been what caused him the immense pain.

"There doesn't seem to be any internal bleeding , which is good, but the concussion is serious We need to observe him overnight and run some additional tests," one of the doctors explained as they organized for Cillian to be moved into a private room in the ICU.

"So, he is going to be okay, right?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear and worry as you watched the father of your child, lying there, barely conscious.

"We will know more in the morning. For now, we need to keep him under observation and monitor his condition closely," the doctor reassured you, his expression was grave but there was a hint of hope in his voice.

Following administration of some pain relief, Cillian remained unconscious for several hours, and you couldn't help but blame yourself for everything that had happened. If only you hadn't spoken up at breakfast, maybe Frank wouldn't have lost his temper and things would have been different.

But you knew that deep down, it wasn't your fault. Frank had always had a temper, and it was only a matter of time before it fully exploded.

Eventually, after hours of waiting and worrying by his side, Cillian finally regained consciousness as the pain relief slowly wore off. His eyes fluttered open, and when he saw you sitting there beside him, he managed a small smile.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Hey yourself," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady and strong, even as the tears threatened to spill over.

"What is this?" he asked, pulling on the oxygen tubes that were snaking their way into his nose.

"Shh," you whispered, leaning over to brush a soft kiss against his forehead. "This needs to stay in place so you can breathe properly," you told him, adjusting the tubes gently before taking his hand in yours.

Cillian nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering closed again as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. You sat there, watching over him as the night went on, your thoughts racing with fear and worry.

He appeared confused every time he regained consciousness , surely wondering why he was lying there, with oxygen tubes shoved up his nostrils and in pain.

The doctors and nurses came in and out of the room frequently, monitoring his condition, taking note of the smallest change, asking if he was experiencing any pain, if he was feeling dizzy, nauseated, or if he could remember how he ended up there. With every interaction, you could see Cillian growing more frustrated.

"I fell down the stairs. That's the last thing I remember," Cillian said, his voice strained. "Why does my head hurt so much?" Cillian groaned, his voice barely audible as he tried to sit up in the hospital bed. But your grip on his hand tightened, and you shook your head.

"No, just stay still," you reminded him, your voice gentle yet firm as you tried to keep him calm and comfortable before the doctor explained to him that he had a serious concussion. The doctor went on to explain that he would need to rest and be closely monitored for the next few days, in order to prevent any potential long-term damage.

"But we just had a baby. I can't stay here. I need to go home," Cillian murmured tiredly, his eyes fluttering closed again.

"Don't worry Cills, I've got it covered. Just rest, okay?" you whispered, brushing another kiss against his forehead. Cillian nodded weakly, sinking back against his pillows. His anxiety was palpable, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. You squeezed his hand gently, trying to offer him comfort and reassurance.

The doctor nodded, satisfied with your response, before jotting down a few notes in Cillian's chart.

"I'll be back to check on him again shortly," he said, before excusing himself from the room.

As you sat there, watching over Cillian, your thoughts were a jumbled mess. You couldn't help but replay the events of the day over and over in your mind and, at around 8 o'clock the following morning, your mother walked into the room with your baby girl in her arms, followed by Cillian's mother who had been in and out all night.

"How is he?" she whispered, concern etched on her face.

You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. "He is tired and confused. The doctors say it's because of the concussion, and that rest is the best thing for him."

Your mother nodded sympathetically as she approached the bedside. "You know I can take Mara for a little longer if you like ," she said gently, offering to take care of your daughter so you could stay with Cillian.

You shook your head, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. "No, she won't do well on the bottle. She needs a proper feed," you told your mother, referring to Mara's refusal to take whatever you were able to express.

"I noticed. She only drank a little this morning," your mother said understandingly before handing Mara over to you so that you could feed her. "But, at least let me stay here with you then. I can take her for a bit and then bring her back so that you can breastfeed her," your mother suggested, and you thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement.

At this point, you really did not have the strength to argue or ask her why she suddenly pretended to care now after giving you the cold shoulder and judging you for your choices for the past few months.

As you held Mara close, she quickly became inpatient and started squirming, searching for your breast with urgency, the little pink mouth opening as if in search for food and comfort while Cillian continued to sleep.

Your heart swelled with love as you looked at her tiny face and the soft curls framing it. It was obvious she was hungry, and as you went about the act of breastfeeding, you couldn't help but think that in spite of all the drama and upheaval that had occurred in your life, this little angel was your silver lining.

"She's got your nose and eyes," your mother observed, smiling as she watched your interaction with Mara.

You nodded, feeling a sudden surge of emotion as you looked at your mother, whose countenance transformed right before your very eyes.

"And Cillian's freckles" you replied, smiling lovingly at Mara as she suckled hungrily on your breast, her tiny fingers gripping your shirt.

"Yeah, she certainly has a lot of freckles , just like her daddy," your mother said, her voice filled with warmth.

Cillian's eyes fluttered open as if on cue, and when he saw the two of you, his expression softened. "Hey," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," you replied, unable to keep the smile off your face. "Feeling any better?"

Cillian nodded, wincing slightly as he tried to sit up. "A little. My head is still killing me though," Cillian admitted as he carefully adjusted himself in the hospital bed.

His eyes drifted towards Mara, who was still nursing contentedly in your arms. A soft smile spread across his face as he looked at his daughter. "She's beautiful, you know," he said, his voice filled with love and pride.

"Oh trust me, I know," you replied, chuckling softly as you gently stroked Mara's head.

Cillian's mother walked over to the bedside, her gaze lingering on her son for a moment before she looked at Mara. "She certainly is," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "And she needs her father to get all better," Cillian's mother added, glancing at him with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, Mum. I'll be fine in a few days," Cillian reassured her, but his mother wasn't fooled, and she could tell that he was still in pain.

"Okay, dear. But please don't push yourself too hard. You need to take it easy and let your body heal," she said, her voice filled with concern.

Cillian nodded, knowing that she was right. He had always been the strong and stubborn one in the family, but now was not the time to put up a front.

***

As the days went on, Cillian's condition improved. The pain was still present, but it was no longer as debilitating as it had been earlier.

Cillian's ribs were sore, and his head was throbbing, but he knew that he would recover soon, which is what the doctor determined following some further tests.

Cillian was grateful that the accident had not been more severe. It could have been worse. He could have been killed, or he could have ended up with permanent brain damage. The accident had been a wake-up call for him and with Frank nowhere to be found, Cillian knew that he needed to make some changes in his life, which included cutting his brother off from his life.

"Frank needs help , Cillian," your mother had said as she sat beside him during one of his visits at the hospital. "He has been drinking and gambling again," she had revealed to him with a pained expression.

Cillian had listened quietly as she had poured her heart out, telling him about Frank's recent downward spiral and the financial problems that he had caused for his own family.

Cillian had known that Frank had always struggled with addiction and anger management, but he had never realized just how bad it had gotten.

As Frank's older brother, Cillian felt a sense of responsibility towards him, but he also knew that he couldn't help him if Frank wasn't willing to change.

"For Christ's sake Mum, he put me into hospital," he pointed out nonetheless, his voice laced with frustration and anger. "Why should I help him when he keeps doing shit like this?"

Cillian's mother sighed deeply, her eyes filling with tears. "Because he's your brother, Cillian," she said, her voice quiet yet firm.

Cillian knew that she was right. He couldn't just abandon his brother, even if Frank had caused him harm. But he also couldn't keep bailing him out every time he screwed up. It wasn't fair to him, or to you and Mara. And so, after much thought and consideration, Cillian made the difficult decision to distance himself from Frank and his destructive behavior. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary.

"Mum, I am not going to let this stand. I am sorry," Cillian said, his voice laced with determination. "I am going to press charges unless he commits himself to a rehab program," he declared, his gaze meeting that of his mother's.

His mother looked taken aback, but she knew Cillian well enough to know that he wouldn't budge when he had made a decision.

"And I won't help him to get through this this time around. He has to do it on his own," Cillian added, his voice brooking no argument.

His mother nodded, her eyes glistening with tears as she absorbed the weight of her son's words. "I understand," she said softly, before reaching out to squeeze his hand. She too knew that it would be for the best. Frank needed help and Cillian needed space and time to heal. They needed to distance themselves from one another for the sake of their respective families and, whilst you did not know where this would leave you and your mother, you agreed with Cillian's decision.

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softiejoon · 9 months

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SKZ + BARBENHEIMER

warnings ; mentions of food, crying and the patriarchy

a/n ; just a silly little thing for fun (extremely barbie-biased bc i have not seen oppenheimer 🤭)

.・゜-: ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　✧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

chan

is totally down for the double feature

equally excited for both tbh

was easily persuaded into dressing on theme

you rocking all black and a leather trench coat, and chan in baby pink and denim <33

y’all slayed

lots of snacks and drinks to sustain you both throughout the night

(chan cries during barbie)

long late night conversations after the movie <33

overall an 11/10 experience with ur ken (affectionate) !!

:-゜・．

minho

complains about it being too much effort (he’s already bought the tickets)

will do the bare minimum in terms of dressing to theme but enjoys seeing you all excited and happy

EXTREMELY engrossed throughout barbie

wouldn’t even let you out to pee at first bc you were “disrupting a very important cinematic experience”

sits through the entire end credits

“soo did you like it?” “it was okay i guess”

drags jisung along to see it again bc he knows you’d never let him live it down

:-゜・．

changbin

did not want to see oppenheimer at first

“it’s just stupid men being stupid and blowing stuff up” “okay but cillian murphy and florence pugh are in it”

only goes on the condition you both dress to the barbie theme

honestly he outdressed you. there’s no two ways about it

changbin kenned so hard you can’t help but respect it

“baby, you ready to go?” “…” 🙄 “..ken, you ready to go?” “yes barbie!!!”

needless to say you had trouble getting him to leave the theatre

“okay bin, time to go” “no they haven’t played barbie dreams by fifty fifty yet”

:-゜・．

hyunjin

soo dramatic about the entire thing

thinks himself into a panic when deciding which one to see first

then also proceeds to have a crisis about which theme to dress to

has too many outfit ideas for both and makes you watch as he models all of his 50 options

complains if you don’t give detailed feedback on each one

“ynnie are you even looking??” “hyunjin, if looks could kill right now…”

when he finally does decide on his outfit though, it’s like walking the red carpet with him

looks hella good and he knows it

lovees the photo opps (probably the best part of the night for him smh)

:-゜・．

jisung

babygirl is so excited to see barbie

thought it would be a feel-good film

is sorely mistaken when he sees you tearing up during the movie

next thing he knows, boom! (woops wrong movie) he’s bawling

listens so intently to you talk about the film afterwards that he surprises even himself

genuinely just wants to learn more so he does his own research

(and not just about horses, though it is included)

“really? you, mr jeogiyo noona hokshi namja–?” 😭😭😭

makes you buy him the kenough hoodie for emotional damage

you agree

:-゜・．

felix

he’s so excited!!!

bakes cookies for you both to sneak into the theatre

briefly considers doing a split dye just for the premiere

“lix angel we’re leaving in an hour” “fine :(”

but his pout disappears immediately when you offer to help with his makeup

“sit stilll lixie” “can’t, ‘s ticklish!”

there is pink glitter. everywhere.

bc someone insisted it was essential for the look

(he was right, it really does top it all off)

you’re also running late bc you and felix got a little distracted while finishing off his makeup

it’s not your fault his lips look so kissable with your gloss on

and it’s not felix’s fault he’s addicted to the strawberry taste on both your lips

you do eventually make it there though, just missing all the ads

safe to say there were a lot of laughs shared and tears shed <3

:-゜・．

seungmin

man this dude is the biggest pretend-hater

told you he refuses to see barbie and wants to see oppenheimer instead

you frowned and begged for him to give in but no luck

then the next thing you know you’re at the theatre and it’s two tickets for barbie

wtf??

“is this some sick mind game?”

“what, you think im that twisted? maybe we should go see oppenheimer since you love evil geniuses so much”

watches you snatch the tickets from his hand and run off with a lovesick smile on his face

for the entirety of the following week, you catch moments of seungmin humming the barbie soundtrack

always stops the second you’re around though and tells you you’re hearing things

“stop gaslighting me, that’s so un-barbie of you”

but when you finally catch him singing ‘i’m just ken’ in the shower ohoho

you throw open the bathroom door “aha! i knew it!!”

“y/n what the hell??” “i knew ittt. you lovee barbie hehe”

“whatever.. but uh since you’re here…can you pass me a towel please?”

“okay :) if you sing :))”

in the end, he got his towel and you got a full rendition of the song from your red-faced boyfriend

:-゜・．

jeongin

just doesn’t really get the hype

he was fine seeing either or none of them tbh

but you convinced him with the prospect of matching outfits <33

he’s so into it that you forget he was the one who didn’t want to go at first

literally buys you matching pieces and jewellery to wear

you have no control over your outfit at this point

but it makes him happy and you know you’re in good hands so you let him have at it

ofc you both end up looking great

makes you take a bunch of pics for his ig tho 🙄

but you get a bunch of cute couple ones in too

honestly? you couldn’t really tell what he thought of the movies after

but the next day you can hear him watching tiktok in the living area

and it’s all…barbie commentary?

there’s the occasional fashion and kpop video in the mix but video after video you can hear him listening to critical analysis of the film

“baby?” “hm?” “you good?” “yeah” then after a beat “fck the patriarchy tho”

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scarecrowismybabygirl · 2 years

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If Cillian doesn’t play Scarecrow in the Matt Reeves spinoff, I’m gonna make a deepfake version with him on it.

#matt reeves I'm begging you #give us cillian again #he'd look cute kissing Battinson #IDC how please convince him #he's the only valid scarecrow ever #the prettiest babygirl #jonathan crane #matt reeves #the batman #scarecrow #scarecrow spinoff #reevesverse #nolanverse #cillian murphy

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cillixn · 5 months

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It's funny how many here say that their marriage is none of our business, but they are here, writing smut and p0rn fanfics for 'cillian x female reader' as if he wasn't married. You imagine the whole hot scene, write it and publish it, many people consume it, and now you are defending Yvonne as if you were their friend? you are idiots too! Just as he would hate to read the anon's comment about Yvonne not supporting him, he would be disgusted to read these fanfics full of "you're so good for me, babygirl"

first of all, let me offer you my congratulations for not reading cillian fanfic. you’re soooo much better than all of us and i bet everyone wants to be your friend.

secondly, honey… darling… sweetums… surely you can distinguish reality from fantasy, can’t you? you know that there is a difference between writing/consuming a fictional story about a fictionalized version of someone and assholes making very real malicious and uncalled for comments about someone’s wife… right? there is no comparison between the two.

but the people speaking up and calling out the troglodytes that make wild baseless assumptions about their marriage (which is none of our business, i didn’t realize that was a controversial statement) and call her ugly are the weird parasocial ones, right? they’re clearly only doing it for brownie points and not because they genuinely don’t like to see petty, jealous children pick on someone for no reason, yeah?

hmm.. might i suggest you read cillian’s book on empathy? it seems like you could learn a few things.

#y’know i wasn’t gonna answer this but i received a couple of messages with the same rancid vibe and i couldn’t help myself #this one is just too good #anon is so goofy lmao #asks #cillian murphy

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denimbex1986 · 1 day

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''They're both so baby girl,’ the caption on a TikTok video of Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott nearing 200,000 likes reads.

The 23-second clip features both men on the All Of Us Strangers press tour, wherein they dissect the modern cultural lexicon of Generation Z, such as ‘girl dinner,’ and ‘Roman Empire’.

"Paul Mescal is my Roman Empire," Scott says as his co-star laughs coyly. From six seconds in, the conversation pivots to ‘baby girl,’ a term of endearment popularised by TikTok culture, defined by Rolling Stone as: "A man who is very cutesy in a slightly submissive way"...

Both men laugh at the concept, before Mescal, in a cropped cardigan, relays to Scott that it means 'cute'. Scott replies: "Do you think I’m mommy in real life?"

The term’s usage, and indeed both Mescal and Scott’s gentle appreciation of same, are indicative of the pivot Irish men in the public arena have taken towards the hottest trend of the 21st century––femininity. Some would argue that this is nothing new.

From Bowie to Beckham to Rodman to Cobain, men in the public eye have regularly resisted the trappings of toxic masculinity, opting instead to openly play with gender by way of frothy hemlines or pastel linens. But never before has this sartorial and cultural androgyny felt accessible to Irish men, a breed whose actors were generally relegated to rugged, insensitive, and often boorish roles.

Now that they are––or at least now that Irish men have modern effeminate men to model themselves on––it begs the question for us all: have Irish men embraced femininity? And if so, why has it taken so long?

Irish actors have long made significant contributions to Hollywood, from Maureen O’Hara to Brendan Gleeson to Saoirse Ronan to Cillian Murphy. However, for the longest time, male Irish actors were largely cast in rugged, Martin McDonagh-adjacent roles...

Today, it seems another shift is afoot: that Irish men––with the bashful modesty we're unused to with movie stars, and their tendency towards the mysterious (neither Scott, Mescal nor Murphy have public social media accounts)––are approachable, desirable and sensitive enough to be considered leading men...

...Generation Z have made efforts to disassemble toxic masculinity. By celebrating men who lean into qualities typically associated with women––sensitivity, empathy, care, kindness––those presently younger than 30 years of age caused the hypermasculinity wave that reigned in the early 2020s to fall flat...

With hypermasculinity no longer being presented as a plus, the desire to be around a man whose greatest strength is his personality grew in popularity...

While this still can't be said for every Irish man, the fact that some of our most popular stars have stepped away from traditional masculine marketing is a comforting, hopeful sign. As such, a welcome positive masculinity is born. (Indeed, as I type this in a Dublin café, two teenage boys with grey tracksuits and pearl necklaces just stepped into frame.)

Enter, Hollywood. A bonafide dream factory intent on giving the people what they want. Which, if any magazine photoshoot with Irish actors of late will tell you, it’s Paul Mescal in thigh-high boots, Barry Keoghan in woman’s tailoring, Cillian Murphy in silk neckties, or indeed any well-known Irish man in the trappings of a 19th-century dandy...

The good thing is, however, that walls have been broken with this new movement, and Irish men––or indeed, any man––can finally feel free enough to explore themselves through art, fashion or laughter-filled conversation about TikTok terminology.

That, I think anyone can agree, is so babygirl.'

#Gen-Z #TikTok #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Cillian Murphy #Barry Keoghan #All of Us Strangers #“so baby girl”

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