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robert-deniro · 1 year

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So I've been following the awards season because I'm a huge Colin fan and I feel like it's rightfully his time to get appreciated not merely by people who are most likely found on festival circuits. The thing on the other hand about following it is seeing Brendan Fraser, who is a likable guy, except he stars in a movie that you dislike. Do you have a way to work around feeling iffy over that or pretty much just the Academy going for either fatsuit actors or biopic actors?

okay so i wanted to wait until i had watched the whale before answering this ask and now that i watched it last night. here we go,,,

like yeah i get it colin NOW getting all the awards buzz is something that should have happened years ago for other other films he's done (still mad about him not getting ANYTHING for saving mr banks lol) but yeah, brendan fraser in the whale was also really, REALLY good and i'm glad that he's also in the conversation for all of it.

as for the film itself, i don't really know how i feel about it. i don't hate it as much as most people i've seen do but i didn't love it either, again, as most people i've seen do (and yeah i was pretty much the only person in the cinema last night who wasn't sobbing lmao even my friend who i watched it with was emotional for a long time after the film). there were definitely some things i disliked and i can see why people hate the film, but the way and i guess the only motivation to watch it in the first place was for the performances. brendan and hong chau were so so SO good in the film, the only reason why i liked it so much was because of the emotion and depth and humanity they brought to it. and i know it's not easy but that's how i like to look at it. if brendan DOES ones end up winning that award over colin i actually won't be mad because for me it was a really good performance (inspite of the fat suit which i also get is problematic but for the weight gain his character is supposed to have i am glad brendan didn't go to that extent of gaining it himself).

and also ngl i genuinely couldn't care much about the oscars lmao like yeah awards buzz is cool and ngl i will be thrilled if colin does end up winning (the idea of which i still find hilarious) because awards aren't an indicator of a good performance to me, but that buzz does help actors in their career so i'm glad that brendan gets to partake in it. plus it only lasts for some time so no big deal i think?

that being said i am definitely mad about gary oldman winning an oscar for darkest hour, a role where he was pretty much covered in prosthetics and wearing a fatsuit as well i think?, because there really wasn't anything remarkable about it. i like gary oldman, i think he's had brilliant performances over his career and tbh should have gotten that stupid award ages ago for pretty much anything but darkest hour lmao so I'd say just look try focusing on whether the absence of the fatsuit and prosthetics impact how you feel about the performance (eg. again colin in the batman - covered in prosthetics and fatsuit but if they weren't there i'd still like him as the penguin because he's just fuckin funny and brilliant)

#sorry for answering this so late and i really appreciate the ask!#also didn't mean to type out a whole essay lmao its literally just what i think of it so apologies if its incoherent af #yeah the whale.... definitely didn't love it i'm just very 😶 about it #but brendan really did an amazing job and even if he wasn't covered in prosthetics & a fat suit my opinion of his performance would remain #i just find the idea of colin + awards buzz hilarious because its so unlike him for him. he's literally a dude who does the opposite #and even he's like 'ah yeah just a bit of craic and then move on' truly an unbothered king 😭😭#so if he does end up winning it'll be very funny to me. i will be fuckin happy but it'll also be hilarious #answered #anonymous

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totaly-obsessed · 7 months

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Any Craic?

Katie McCabe x reader blurb

-> Katie comes home to her girlfriend with a new little party trick that she has learned -> Based on this TikTok by Katie herself

➳ Masterlist

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Katie coming home from National Camp was always exciting. The Irishwoman always has new stories to tell you about her teammates. And you would listen to every single one of them, even if she had already told you some of them on the phone.

The brunette stormed into your London apartment, dropping her bag at the door as she kicked her shoes off, in a hurry to find you.

And find you she did.

Stood in the kitchen, baking a cake to take to class tomorrow. It was exam day, and as a little treat for your students, you tended to bake treats for them.

Your girlfriend could consider herself lucky that you were not currently holding said cake that you had taken out of the oven – otherwise, her chest would have been burned. Katie swept you up in her arms, and you could not help but laugh with your face pressed into her shoulder.

“Missed ya’. Mwa!” Every single patch of skin that your face could give is getting covered in kisses.

“Give me a real one?” You did not need to ask the brunette twice, as she dived in for a heated kiss after setting your feet back down on the floor. You only pulled away once your oxygen started to run low, your head feeling even fuzzier than usual when your girlfriend kissed you.

“Oooo! A cake? Baby, ya’ didn’t need to!” She knew that it was not for her, the Irishwoman just wanted to tease you. And she succeeded when you tried to defend your baked goods, cheeks still flaming hot.

After you both had eaten dinner, you went over your student’s homework while Katie watched a football match – a nice relaxing evening until Katie remembered a new skill she learned.

“Baby I learned something!” The love of your life suddenly jumped up, your legs that were resting on her lap as she massaged your feet, falling limply to the floor.

“Up ya’ come!” She pulled you up, after setting your laptop on the coffee table. Holding your hands, she led you back into the kitchen where there was more ground space.

“Right, get on ya knees.” Her voice was direct as she threw a pillow on the ground for you to kneel on.

“Katie, what in the world is your plan?”

“Don’t call me that – it’s baby to you!” She pushed you down a little, adamant that you knelt on the pillow

“Thought ya’ liked it when I ordered ya’ round” And just like that, the heat crept back up to your face.

“Katiee!” The use of her government name earned you a very light tap on the bum with her foot.

“Go like this –“ She raised her arms and touched the back of her head with her palms as if the police were asking her to put her hands behind her head.

Still very much confused you copied your girlfriend, who was now standing behind your back. She looped her arms through yours, bending her knees, “When I say ‘breathe in’ breathe in and then breathe out.”

You still had no idea what was coming.

“Breathe in.” You did as you were told, taking a deep breath.

“Breath out.” As your breath was leaving your body, Katie brought her arms slightly to her front, pulling you with her.

You do not know what you were expecting, nothing much that is certain – but your back cracking that loud?

Definitely not.

Katie relished in your facial expression, eyes wide open, just like your mouth. You were stunned. “Felt good baby?”

The Irishwoman helped you back on your feet, picking up the pillow as she rubbed the back of your neck with warm hands. “Where did you learn that?” She tugged you back to the couch and on top of her, hugging you close while keeping up her massage of your neck and shoulders.

“Physio showed me. Told ya’ to stop hunching over your desk.” She really did tell you to stop that, at least ten times in the last month – but you could not help it.

Knowing your girlfriend could free you of your pain certainly did nothing to stop you from doing it.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #katie mc cabe x reader #katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader #woso

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whinlatter · 3 months

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ask game -- ginny and seamus, harry and tonks , ron and sirius, hermione and neville

gorgeous options for the characters and dynamics ask game, thank you anon 🤙

ginny and seamus: seamus hated ginny for years. he did NOT want to believe that man-stealing harlot had good craic. ginny, on the other hand, was vaguely aware there was an irish guy around sometimes. then they fought in the DA together under the carrows and seamus had to begrudgingly accept she is actually exceptionally good vibes and ginny had to learn his name. and then they became good mates and ginny ships deamus like it’s her job and they have a lovely rewarding funny friendship which is only partly based on their shared acute mummy issues

harry and tonks: the fact that harry sort of thinks tonks is fine but low key annoying is an extreme source of amusement for me. other characters like tonks a lot but harry’s like - meh! she literally has his dream job and he’s unimpressed. when she’s introduced in canon his grouchy narration is like, can you stop fucking knocking things over? and then when she does up lovelorn over lupin in HBP he’s actively pissed off that she’s not very helpful lmao. gossiping about her to hermione like, ew is tonks in love with her cousin? huge ick if so. i know sirius was fit but come on. also when tonks shows off her wedding ring and harry yelps ‘you got MARRIED?!’ like ok judgy judgerson! you know when he had to step in to fix tonks and lupin’s marriage that the boy was tired

ron and sirius: ok i think about this one too much. but one of my favourite things about ron and sirius is that while ron really respects sirius, he doesn’t think the sun shines out of his arse like harry does, and worries about sirius as someone self destructive that harry reveres in a slightly troubling way. at the end of the day, ron more closely aligns with hermione’s view of sirius than harry’s, and that’s visible in their dynamic: friendly, but restrained. i think sirius thinks highly of ron and is kind to him, but he’s singularly focussed on harry, and not hugely interested in building a relationship with harry’s mates (and, obviously, he clashes more openly with hermione, and ron rides hard for his lady at all times). i think sirius sees ron and harry’s dynamic as something very different to his and james’, because ron doesn’t enable harry and the two of them aren’t troublemakers in cahoots, and that makes him feel a bit blah (because he senses, a bit guiltily, that harry and ron are more mature than he was at their age, and that ron looks after harry in a way that reminds sirius of the guardians that have been missing in his childhood)

hermione and neville: neville's first crush one hundo. hermione had to let him down easy i am convinced of it. neville makes a joke about it at romione’s wedding and sends ron spiralling when he realises that all of the occupants of his dorm bar seamus at some point either wanted to bang his sister or his wife

#sorry neville i just know you were warm for granger’s form #alright lads i need to hit the hay #thank you so much for humouring me i WILL get to the others you’re all legends #it’s 3.30am why is the football still going on!#criminal #seamus finnigan #sirius black #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #neville longbottom #nymphadora tonks #meta

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ikoarts · 3 months

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September 2023 Art

train derangement in full swing x

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 03/09/2023 : really wanted to draw Ru n Toni in some eveningwear, was a fun opportunity to draw Toni a bit more masc... shes so hot wtf!!! i love these ladies

2, 3 - 04/09/2023 : a Trixie pen doodle, which I ended up turning into a full digital piece..... which i procrastinated on for months, but hey at least i Did finish it! also a little human TTTE au doodle... its Diesel and hes silly... i doodled him in the oingo boingo only a lad pose bc, damn, he really is only a lad

4 - 05/09/2023 : another human Diesel, i did end up tweaking a lot of these initial human designs, so don't get too comfy with em, but oh my.. could it be... Goopy makes another boingo reference? how peculiar that never ever happens..... anyway Perfect System is my fave Diesel song.. in my head is an AMV that will never be made

5, 6, 7 - 06/09/2023 : first, some ideas for my human Edward, thought i might as well include these, for the craic i guess x ... then a rare one of Toby (i havent drawn him since.. i should change that) and Diesel, then that one barbie meme with Edward n James, dont get comfy with either of these designs coz they're not sticking x

8 - 07/09/2023 : a pencil drawing emerges.. Eddie again, with his initial design i was gonna go with, i think the side profile is especially cute..

9 - 09/09/2023 : aaand heres the design i've currently settled on! im much happier with this, and its one of my fave drawings of last year, even if its nothing too special, hes just so cute, and thats really it

10 - 10/09/2023 : silly phone doodle of my human percy.. he drank 2 meny monsters.. cuz i think he would ig.. splort on the floor

11, 12 - 15/09/2023 : another silly (very quick) phone doodle.. i like the idea of Edward taking Diesel under his wing and nobody else can quite understand why, ALSO Edward n Emily friendship? lets go... gays stick together and listen to belinda carlisle its true

13 - 17/09/2023 : YET ANOTHER silly one... oo shes so silly so quirky... i just think if Edward ended up in TATMR he would destroy D10 like thats probs why he wasnt included... hes too powerful

14, 15, 16 - 21/09/2023 : human Diesel shenanigans, first isnt my fave thing ive done and again his design is now outdated BUT the little one of him flipping you off is so funny to me like you get em lil guy!! also Edward again big surprise. holding his little gremling

17 - 29/09/2023 : watched tobias and the last pariah and all i could think about was this meme of the brown eyes vs blue eyes thing so i doodled them on my phone

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hannahssimblr · 2 months

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Chapter Twenty-Three

Evie, what do you think of the article in the Tullamore Tribune? Have sent it to you via text message. Big news here at home. Must speak to Caroline soon. Saw Jackie Doyle’s husband at the butcher with a cast on his leg this morning, says he had the foot reversed over outside his house. Ouch! Love mam.

Mam, did you send a link to the article or a photo of the paper? Either way neither has sent. It’s probably too many megabytes, don’t worry about it. I’ll chat to you about it when I’m home next.

“Texting your other boyfriend?” Jude says casually, his back to me as he zips himself into the only pair of trousers he brought on holidays.

“It’s my mother, she’s obsessed with some article she saw in the local paper, I don’t know what it is, probably that the parish priest has died or something, God knows, but the article hasn’t sent.”

“You could ask her to email it maybe?”

“Ugh, it’s not even worth it, the computer at home is barely usable and I’d have to use all my roaming minutes to coach her through that process. I’ve already tried to tell her that texting is expensive.”

He puts his shoes on, “Does she know you’re in Cyprus?”

I pause, “I can’t remember. You can turn around now,” I smooth out the lightweight linen of my new dress, “What do you think?”

Jude pretends to pass out, collapses onto his bed and then slides onto the floor, “Evie,” He groans, “You’re a babe.”

“Get up, you clown,” I snicker, “Why are you always so dramatic?”

“Where did you get that?”

“The market in Paphos.”

“Do a spin for me,” I do, and he clutches his heart and rolls over onto his front.

“Get up! You’ll get dust all over your clothes.”

“You’re right, my only nice clothes too,” He pulls a hair, probably mine, off the front of his shirt, “Something with buttons on it, imagine. I bet you didn’t think I had threads like this.”

“I like it, you look smart. You should wear more shirts with buttons.”

“I would only my fat fingers always fumble them,” I glance at his hands, the most nimble, dexterous and beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man and roll my eyes, “Alright, get up, we have to leave now.” I head for the door while he scrambles across the floor to grab a hold of my waist to stop me, “Wait, let me have another look at you.”

“You have a whole evening to look at me,” I protest, hoping my voice doesn’t give away the fact that my entire body is prickling from that look in his eyes, and how much I like seeing him on his knees in front of me. “Come on, we don’t want to keep the guys waiting.”

He tightens his fingers around me, and with a kiss to my belly, says “Here’s to a great last night in Cyprus.”

The restaurant that Claire booked is spectacular. Located in the ruin of an old church, it showcases a perfect, uninterrupted view of the Mediterranean Sea. Aphrodite’s Rock is highlighted perfectly by the setting sun, and the full moon behind it appears enormous as it rises from the glittering horizon.

We cheers with our wine glasses when our drinks arrive, and all of us, tanned, gorgeous and tired, look out over the beach and take languid sips of our drinks. Nobody has called me out on the fact that I swore I wouldn’t order wine and then did anyway when I realised I’d be the only one not having something to drink.

“Claire,” Jude says, ankle to knee, one arm draped over the back of my seat. “Why is it that your parents had a house out here the whole time, and you still decided to spend a summer in Shane Healy’s mobile home?”

She laughs, “Because I was seventeen, and the idea of being on holidays with my parents was really embarrassing,” a waiter brings our food over and places it down in front of us, “I thought it’d have been a bit more craic to be with my friends instead, and like, yeah obviously it wasn’t the most glamorous holiday I ever had, but I still had a good time.”

“She made the right choice,” Shane says, placing a hand around her shoulder.

Jude grins, “And this is the first time you’ve had friends here?”

“Yeah, actually it is.”

“Well, hopefully not the last.”

“Agreed,” I say enthusiastically, “Let’s do this every year, this has been just amazing from start to finish.”

Claire smiles and quickly picks up her fork. “Let’s eat, will we?”

The food is amazing. I have scallops and Jude has Monkfish, but we end up sharing with each other like we usually do, with me putting half of my food onto his plate and him putting half of his onto mine. I try some of Claire’s linguine too, and even a little bit of Shane’s steak despite the fact that he’s not entirely on board with the idea of sharing, as usual. The conversation is so good, it flows as easily as our drinks, and just like at the very best times with friends, everything is easy. I laugh when Claire drops a ribbon of pasta onto her lap, at the face that Shane makes when I hold out the bottle of wine to him and he says “Go on, you’ve talked me into it,” and as the evening settles down and the full moon rises in the sky I’m filled with a rare kind of contentment, like absolutely everything is alright in the world.

“It’s so sad that we’re leaving tomorrow,” Claire laments as our empty dishes are cleared away, “It’s just been so nice to be with all of ye and have a little bit of time away from college and all of that, you know, like you don’t actually get these kinds of breaks very often.”

“True,” I say, “But there’ll be so many more, this is really just the start of it now, I can just feel it.”

“Yes…” she says, and she looks down into her lap. Her lips part as though she wants to say more, but then she doesn’t. I watch her exchange something unspoken with Shane, and as he adjusts himself uncomfortably in his seat the very first seeds of uncertainty settle in my guts. “What?” I say, “Was that awkward of me to say? I didn’t meant to imply that I expect you to put us up in Cyprus every year or something, no, I just meant like-”

“No, it’s fine, Evie. I wasn’t thinking that,” says Claire, “It’s just, like…” She trails off.

“We wanted to invite you on holidays with us because we have to tell you something important,” Shane says. “Something that’s good, like. It’s not bad news at all, it’s just…”

“What-”

“Shane’s been scouted,” Claire blurts out, “By the AFL. They like the way he plays football, so they want him to go play professionally, like.”

I’m already out of my seat and reaching over the table to hug him before the last words have left Claire’s mouth, “Oh God, Shane!” I cry, “That’s amazing, I’m thrilled for you, what the hell, that’s like the best case scenario, you must be so happy,”

“I am, yeah,” He says with a big awkward pat on my back, “Sure it’s good news.”

“It’s amazing news, wow, you kept that one quiet.”

“Well we weren’t really allowed to talk about it until it was fully confirmed,” Claire explains, “You know, just in case anything fell through at the last minute, but like, yeah, at this point it’s fully confirmed, it’s happening.”

“Wow, oh my God, I’m stunned, I just-”

“Hang on a second,” Jude says, “Just to confirm, the AFL? So you’re moving?”

I look at him and then to them and back again, “Moving?”

“Yeah,” Claire says, and tears suddenly spring into her eyes, “To Sydney.”

“Australia?” It’s quiet for several moments after the word leaves my mouth, and nobody even says yeah obviously, Evie, what other Sydney is there? You dope. My hands start to tremble.

“Yeah,” Shane speaks carefully like he’s afraid to spook me, “Oz, like. We’re going in September.”

“Four months?” I cry, “That’s all we have left, four months? What am I going to do when you’re gone? That’s crazy, guys, it’s so far, you can’t just go.”

“Evie, it’s his one chance to do this, we have to try.”

“I’m finishing my degree, I’ll be qualified so I’ve a backup plan, but like, I’ll spend a few years trying to get the football thing going, and if it doesn’t work out that’s fine, I just really need to give it a go.”

“A few years is a long time.”

Claire grabs my hand, and I suddenly feel like a toddler who is throwing a tantrum and needs to be managed. “We’ll be back all the time, for Christmas and different things, and you can always come out and stay with us.”

My lip is trembling, and I realise that she is crying, so I cry too, and let tears careen down my face while the waiter comes back with dessert menus and awkwardly places them in front of us. “It’s good, Evie. This is what we want.”

“But your degree,” I whimper, “Aren’t you going to finish it?”

She laughs thickly, “I couldn’t give two shits about my degree, chick. I’m only in college because my dad paid the fees for it, I’m useless.”

“But-”

“I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing, this is what I want, and yeah, I’m sad that I’ll be leaving Ireland but I find it exciting too at the same time. Sure we’re only young, there’s loads of time to try things out,”

“No, I’m happy,” I mop tears from my cheeks, the napkin coming away glittery. “Obviously, I’m really happy, this is amazing…”

“Amazing,” Jude echoes.

“…I’ll just miss you both so much.”

“We’ll miss you too.”

“I never imagined that this would happen.”

“Me neither,” Shane says, “I never thought that the AFL would want me, honestly.”

“Oh of course they would,” I throw my eyes skyward, “Shane Healy, extraordinaire. The most talented man on earth.”

“Dunno about that, now.”

I try to smile, but I end up grimacing hideously instead, teeth clenched, eyes overflowing with tears, “What will I do without you?”

“You’ll be grand, you don’t really need us,”

I don’t think either of them realises how much I do. Who will I confide things in? Who will give me advice that’s hard to hear? Who will take me to doctor’s appointments, force me to get in shape, cook dinner with me, braid my hair, tell me I’m doing alright when I feel like I could fall apart at any minute?

Jude strokes his thumb over my knee beneath the table, “It’s bittersweet, you know? I’m happy for you, Shane.”

“Thanks man,”

“Let’s focus on the time we have left. We have a whole summer before you guys leave, and I really think we can make the most of it, and look,” he turns to me, “We can visit Australia, I’ll take you there, yeah, the flight is long but it’s worth it. It’s amazing, you’ll love it, actually, you’ll all love it. This is something to really look forward to.”

I understand that he’s being optimistic, as usual, but a little toxic part of me wishes that he wouldn’t be, that he’d say something about how it’s too hot in Australia, how the spiders are as big as cats and the food is disgusting just so there’s a chance that Claire and Shane might stay, but I know it’s far too late for that kind of thing.

“It’s so great,” I say through my teeth, “It’s a big change, but it’s just amazing.”

Claire smiles at me tearfully from across the table. “I know,” She mouths.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying so much,” I fan my face as though it’s actually going to achieve something, to dry even a friction of the torrent of moisture on my face. With every blink I feel my mascara transferring onto my lower lids. “I think I just need some air.”

“We’re already outside,” Shane points out, and Claire thumps him on the arm, “That’s not what she means. Go on down to the beach for a walk, Evie, it’s fine. We can just finish up here, and you can text us when you’re feeling a little bit better.”

I get up from my seat, “Okay, I’ll just… I’ll just go down there now, I’ll be fine. I’m delighted, really, it’s just a surprise is all, I’m grand.”

“We know, it’s okay.”

“Wow, what big news,” I try to laugh at myself but the sound that comes out of me is more like a wet rattle. “Fab.” I partially shove my way through other diners to get out of the restaurant, absolutely loathing myself for having such an intense reaction. I wonder what is wrong with me during the whole walk down the sandy bank and towards the beach, and I hate myself even more as I face the sea and hack out one huge, outrageous and unjustified sob.

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#lucky girl part 3 #a lot happening in this chapter tbh

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 9: Family

Rolling hills, misty meadows, whispering streams. I’m beginning to like England. Granted the sun doesn’t come out much but nothing’s perfect. Right now we’re driving through the countryside in a dark green motorcar and I can’t stop sticking my head out the window.

“You’re going to get decapitated by a tree,” John states plainly.

“I’ll walk it off. This is amazing!” I laugh. “We don’t have sights like this in Brooklyn.”

I’m sitting in the back next to John, while Arthur sits up front and Thomas drives.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we head further into the wilderness. “You’re all not driving to the middle of nowhere just to bump me off, right?”

“No way,” John scoffs. “Finn would have our heads for killing his favorite teacher.”

“Well thank you! Also I must say this is a nice car. 1919 English Ford Model T designed by Ford, who is American by the way.”

I see Thomas roll his eyes. “Yes, yes. It’s charming how proud you are of your country’s inventions.”

“I thought you said we were going to the fair,” Arthur says to Thomas as he pulls up next to a river.

“We have business first,” Thomas answers as he exits the car. “Come on, bring your wits.”

“What about the dame?” Arthur asks.

Thomas nods towards me. “She can come too.”

“Why did she even have to come at all?”

“She could use some fresh air, same as all of us,” Thomas shrugs. He points to a few men standing next to a white horse. “Verena, that’s the Lee family.”

“Are they nice?” I ask John as Thomas walks ahead.

“Couldn’t tell you. We don’t do business with them.”

“Tommy!” One man shouts in greeting.

“Johnny Dogs.”

They each approach and begin to chat while the rest of us just wander in silence. I take the chance to get a better look at a gleaming white horse tied to a wagon. It’s a powerful beast, almost just as good as Monaghan Boy.

“So that’s the horse,” Thomas comments as he walks up behind me.

“And that’s the car,” the new man says as he looks at the vehicle we arrived in.

Both men go towards their desired things, with Thomas inspecting the horse’s hooves and the other man checking out the car.

“Wait a minute. You’re not swapping the car for a bloody horse,” Arthur warns.

I continue to stroke the horse while the men go on flipping some coins, resulting in Thomas winning and letting the man take the car for a spin. However Thomas seems to notice some laughter coming from the Lee family and he walks closer to get up in their faces.

“Are you Lee boys laughing at my brother? Are you, eh? I asked you a question!”

My instincts kick in and alert me to a possible fight. Not wanting things to get ugly, I quickly stride forward to get closer to Thomas.

“Mr. Shelby, this doesn’t have to get ugly. I know it’s not my place-”

“You’re right, it’s not,” Thomas states harshly without looking away from the Lee men. I have to admit that kind of hurt.

“Tommy come on, it's just a craic!” The man called Johnny tries to talk him down, then speaks in an unfamiliar language to the Lee men.

“Yeah but his mom was a Diddicoy whore,” one Lee jabs at Thomas.

That does it. Something in Thomas’ eyes flashes, as if all his humanity has just clocked out. Before I know what’s happening he grips his flat cap and I see the gleam of metal in the pale sunlight. Oh my God. The instant Thomas draws blood John shoves me to the ground out of the way as more attacks roll out. The Shelbys whip their caps across the Lee boys, sending spurts of blood everywhere. In this violent mix all I can do is crawl away to stand next to the horse. Fists are thrown and pretty soon all Shelby brothers are kicking at the defeated Lee men lying in the mud.

John and Arthur sulk back to the car and Thomas comes over to obtain the horse. There’s still a storm of emotions behind his eyes but when he sees me hiding behind the panting animal his gaze softens by a fraction.

“You don’t seem too upset. Not that your reaction matters.”

“I don’t blame you.” This surprises Thomas and I continue. “I myself am a tolerant woman. You could slander and shame me until my name is worth dirt. But there are some things I will not stand for.” I begin to hold up three fingers. “One, do not shame my country. Two, do not shame my religion. And three, do not shame my family. Family is everything to me, and I can see it means just as much to you. I don’t know your history but that doesn’t matter. Those bastards had no right to say something like that.”

We walk back to the car and Thomas realizes something. “You know I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”

I snicker. “Don’t get used to it, Thomas. I tend to keep a very clean vocabulary.”

The ride back is an awkwardly silent one. All Shelby brothers share the same sour expression with grim eyes. As an outcast I feel it’s not for me to have an input; yet my heart aches for their wounded spirits. I can only hope things are better back in town-

“Now what the bloody Hell’s been going on here?”

Arthur’s voice stirs me from my thoughts and I look out the window to see- Dear Lord. Groups of coppers swarm through the streets, rounding up cityfolk into groups as they tear through their homes. Some people aren’t even fully clothed.

“Oh my God- What happened?”

“Looks like the work of them new coppers,” Thomas mutters darkly. “There you are, Steenstra. Here’s the justice you asked for.”

I shake my head in dismay as we pass the humiliated masses. “This… This isn’t justice. It's an abuse of power. I mean, look at these poor people! They’re embarrassed, scared… This is why in America we have constitutional rights!”

“But we ain’t in the States, are we love?” Thomas rebuts.

It seems like an eternity before we get back to the Shelby household. Arthur goes off alone and I follow John to the common area, where I find Finn indulged in a book.

“Anything good?”

His eyes don’t stray from the page. “Umhm.”

“Glad you lot are finally back,” Polly says in an unamused tone as she enters from the kitchen. When she sees Thomas her eyes narrow as that of a hawk circling its prey. “That new inspector wants to talk to you. Lickey Tea Rooms, ten o’clock on Friday. He came into the church with his feathers in a bunch, claiming to be looking for something.”

Her eyes continue to linger on Thomas and we both know what she’s talking about. I can tell there’s more to be discussed that’s none of my business so I decide to head back to Finn. But their meeting must have been short because Thomas is following close behind.

“Where are you off to?” I ask softly.

“I’m off to go stable the new horse, get him settled in.”

I nod. “Do you have a name for him yet?”

Thomas’ eyes spark with wonder. “Not yet. Something will pop into me head.”

Now we’re at the back door and for some unknown reason I want to follow him even though there’s no reason to. Deep down I feel bad that Thomas has to shield so much. He’s far from a righteous man but that does not mean he does not deserve compassion.

“What about the cop?”

He must see through to my concern because Thomas leans in to give me a playful wink. “I’ve got ideas.”

I tilt my head in curiosity. “Mind spilling?”

“We have a fire. One that burns all pictures of the king.”

“I’m assuming that’s a big deal to you Brits?”

Thomas laughs at my naive mindset. “Very big deal. It’ll send a message to those coppers and anyone else who’ll listen. I even called in for a reporter.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, yes. Breaking news: Thomas Shelby led away in handcuffs on an arson charge.”

“Not to worry, love,” Thomas says before tipping his hat in parting. “It takes a lot to beat the Peaky Blinders.”

Now we see John and Arthur approach, both with divided looks.

“I hope to God you know what you’re doing,” Arthur comments before they all walk out the door.

“So do I,” I mutter once they’re out of earshot.

Lord only knows how to tame those Shelbys. Maybe I’ll have better luck with Finn. Upon returning to the living room I see he’s still reading and has been joined by Ada, who’s gulping down water as if there’s no tomorrow.

“Goodness, Ada. Trying to drown yourself with that much water?”

The Shelby sister grunts. “I’m so overheated, you have no idea. I just can’t seem to cool down- Also do you smell ham?”

This puzzles me. When I first met Ada she was calm and collected. Now her mind is unsettled and confused. Yet this is skimmed over by Finn because he looks up from his page with a curious expression.

“Verena, what’s it like in America? Tommy says Americans are-”

“Finn!” Ada scolds. “We all know very well what Tommy thinks of Americans. There’s no need to repeat his outlandish beliefs.”

“No no, that’s alright,” I hold up my hand. “If there’s one thing I’m used to it’s discussing my culture. When you’re from a cramped city like Brooklyn there’s no way around bumping into multiple lineages. If you want to know about America the first thing you must learn is that not all Americans fall under the same heritage. We take pride in our mixed cultures but still remember the traditions of those who came before us. For example, since part of my family is Dutch we believe in keeping our ground floor curtains open pretty much all the time, because it shows we have nothing to hide.” I get a sheepish grin. “Although… Since my family lives in an apartment we don’t have ground floor windows, so we just keep a few open. Another tradition we follow is joining the Irish celebration of Samhain, which takes place on October 31st. It’s an ancient Celtic festival that marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter.”

Suddenly Ada sprints over to the kitchen sink and throws up all the water she just consumed. I quickly follow over and try to help by rubbing her back and holding her hair out of the way.

“Jesus, Ada! You must have a stomach bug. Finn, go find Polly-”

“No, I’m fine,” Ada quickly declines. “J-Just a little dizzy, just need some rest. I’m going to bed.”

She wanders down the hall to her room despite my attempt of coaxing her to lie on the couch. Once she shuts the door Finn and I exchange confused looks.

“I’ll never understand women,” Finn shakes his head.

“I am one and I don’t fully understand them,” I give a stiff laugh. “I’ll let Polly know when she gets back. For now how about a lecture on American geography?”

Finn bookmarks his page and claps his hands. “I’m all in!”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess

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ashthenerdtheythem · 22 days

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Why do teachers like to torture disabled students?

Last week was autism awareness week. I'm autistic, I'm glad it happened. But what I am not glad about is what my geography teacher did for it.

She thought that it would be good to do a 20 min brain break. Where we had to do jumping jacks, hop on one foot, sit up and down a million and one times

I have excruciating chronic pain and chronic dizziness and am a frequent fainter. But the only teachers who know about this are my PE teacher and the teachers who've seen me pass out. My geography teacher didn't know and the thought of saying that I couldn't do it in font of my whole class was mortifying. So I joined in. I was so dizzy that I barely have a clue what happened for a couple of hours afterwards. I was in so much pain that I had to bite my hand so I wouldn't scream. I had to sit down anyway within 5 minutes and my teacher made a big deal about it.

I could barely stand for 2 days. When I got home the next day I collapsed onto the couch and was floating in and out of consciousness for hours and shaking like a leaf for hours and hours while sweating buckets yet feeling like I was in the Antartic. I was actually exhausted, not just "I'm so tired, I'm exhausted" as in my body was in an actual state of exhaustion so bad that 2 days later I was not in control of my own body.

This brain break was on Wednesday. It is now Sunday and I am on the edge of tears with every fucking movement because of the flare up that she triggered

For fuck sake

(Also my geography teacher is actually a really nice person. We have the craic, she runs greenschools, she unlocked a classroom for me when I left my stuff there. She is a really nice person, but I have been in absolutely agony and have been fainting twice as much as usual as well as the whole exhaustion thing which scared the shit out of me, so I am pissed of at her even though she didn't realise the harm she causedl

#vent #hypermobile ehlers danlos #hypermobility #pots #potsie #chronic fainting #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #percy jackson #chronic disability #school #teaching #why am i like this

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gealachros · 5 months

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Decided to do some traditional drawing based on a photo I took

And heres the original

#i think it came out pretty well!#been awhile since ive done traditional drawing so im happy with how i did #traditional art #traditional drawing #traditional sketch #flowers #gealachs craic

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landwriter · 6 days

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Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :3c

help i missclicked the unfollow button before sending you this pls ignore that friend :')

Omg lmao I saw that and I was like, has he not been following me this whole time. was flattered to have finally made the cut 😂 Thank you for sending this, I just did it so I won't recirculate but any excuse to talk about things that bring me joy:

People! As a filthy extrovert living rurally I forget how much I love humanity until I find myself shopping and chatting with everyone who wants to (which, out here, is a lot!) Love shooting the shit while doing errands and it's always a culture shock grabbing stuff in cities now. What do you mean you don't make little jokes at each other!! There's something really affirming about the common openness/dependency on one another you get in the country, and it gives everyone a little bit of goodwill with people they would otherwise not especially like or even interact with. It's nice for the heart and good for a community.

Hot showers. Self explanatory but especially valued after tiring oneself out in the garden and having aches in all those muscles that only start existing near the age of 30

The way older people write emails. Setting up a tech help date with an elder friend and she told might if I'm coming by Thursday I might have to open the gate, which is often closed on Thursdays, and said she'll explain why when she sees me. Fascinating!! Another colleague adapted all his slang from the first two years of the internet's existence and hasn't changed it since. Every email from him is like an incredible time capsule.

Camp. Have rewatched Dead Boy Detectives' first episode a number of times now and the way Esther Finch's actress delivers her lines is an undiminished joy. People should check it out for that if nothing else tbh

Old friends. I just love the like, deranged and mindless craic you get with people you've known for years and years. I feel like you get to this point where you just make sounds at one another

#asks #oops essay #sorry for being corny on main as per usual #delightfully not obvious from this reply that i (thought i) was having a shitty day #maybe i am! but also true: all of this #about me #thanks bud!#once again honoured to be mutuals with you

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will-noble-owns-my-ass · 1 month

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Teenage Dream II

Cal pulled his and Amy’s suitcase into the University dorms where the summer program was being held “Thank you.”

He smiled slightly “No problem Amy”

He laughed slightly as Ethan struggled to pull his suitcase into the dorms “You could have helped me!”

“Sorry Nibbles. I’ve only got two hands.”

“She has to. But hers are empty!”

“Nibbles! For Christ’s sake. I was helping her with hers. You really think she’d be able to help you? Ethan the odds are your suitcase is heavier than both of ours combined!”

Ethan rolled his eyes as Amy laughed. Someone else was coming through the door now. “Alright lads. What’s the craic? I’m Will.”

Cal and Ethan looked confused

“Hi Will. We’re all good. I’m Amy. These are my brothers Cal and Ethan. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Where are yis all from?”

“We’re from Holby. You? Is that a Dublin accent I hear?”

“It is! How’d ye catch it?”

“I’m trying to learn so..”

“Oh Ace! How far are you? Maybe I can help.”

“Haigh! Amelia is ainm dom. ba bhreá liom sin” she reintroduced herself.

(“Hi! My name is Amelia. i'd love that”)

“Dia duit Amy! Tá do chaint go maith. Is féidir liom cabhrú leat a fheabhsú”

(“Hello Amy! Your speech is good. I can help you improve”)

Cal looked between them “Uh… what?”

“Oh I was just telling him that I’m learning and I *think* he said that my speech is good and that he can help me improve?”

“Very good! That’s exactly what I said!”

“Oh my God! You are such a nerd!” Cal teased

“You love me.”

“Your my sister, I have to”

Ethan rolled his eyes and stalked off

“Alright then.. was it something I said?” Will asked

“Nah it’s just Ethan.. He’s.. A bit.. You’ll get used to it… we did.” Amy said

Cal laughed softly “Just about.”

“Ah well. I’m glad I met you two anyway. Good friends is all you need for a good summer.” He smiled

#will noble #amy knight #cal knight #casualty story #bbc casualty

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sobashahzadi · 1 year

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That time the Haitani brothers got catfished (fic)

(kindly requested by @kokonoiscoconut, also there’s some bonus drawings at the end) Come my dear children and whores, and let me tell you the story of the time that the Haitani brothers got catfished. This is completely canon as I’ve been informed by Wakui himself.

Ran picks at his professionally prepared pasta carbonara with his gold plated fork and sighs, he looks up to see Rindou doing the exact same thing. “Stop playing with your food Rin” Rindou simply grumbles and stops. “So, are you going to the festival later tonight?” Rindou asks feebly. “Of course not” of course Ran is.

He was asked out by one of his tinder matches that he’d been interested in for quite some time, he can’t put his finger on it but something about her just feels special. However he’s been anxious all day, not about his date though, Ran has had many in his time and knows for a fact that this date will go swimmingly (haha foreshadowing) just like the rest. What he was actually worried about was something he liked to call a pet peeve of his, his younger brother Ran to see him whilst on a date.

Little did he know, Rin despised the exact same thing and was planning on going himself with a date. Similar to Ran, he’d felt an odd connection to his date for a while. Rin felt a bit more assured now that his older brother had confirmed he wasn’t planning on attending.

Later that evening, Ran is in his room (which is the probably the size of my house) fixing himself up for his date, he tries to carefully braid his hair only to fail because mf is too pampered to do sh*t so he calls on a maid to fix the rat tail he just produced.

Meanwhile with Rin, he’s already ready to go and is carefully sliding up his window preparing to sneak out. He has a squad of maids to help him escape scotch free and without his brother noticing (btw, basically their whole personal workforce know about them both going but think it’s hilarious so they don’t tell them).

Rin arrives at the festival just moments before Ran and walks to a food venue. He orders some takoyaki whilst tapping away at his phone trying to get in contact with his date, they hadn’t decided on any specific place to meet as it was so last minute that she’d asked him out.

Ran is already on his way to the spot where his date and him had planned to meet, at the outskirts of the festival. Ran finds himself a bench and plops down to ask his date where she is. He stands up at the familiar scent of expensive perfume.

Rin yawns as he walks and almost drops his half-eaten takoyaki when he bumps into a figure.

Ran and Rin stare at each other in absolute shock.

“What are you doing here Rin?”

“I thought you weren’t going?”

“Anwser my question first”

“Fine,” mutters Rin “I’m here to meet my date, what about you?”

Ran sighs “Same here, but she won’t respon-“ Ran freezes and points forward, indicating for Rin to look the same way.

The brothers are both left flabbergasted.

In front of the Haitani brothers lies a fish. (this would be perfect out of context) (also the fish is Irish)

It flops up and down on the pavement, “Oh feck I didn’t know you lads were related, HA look at yer eijet lookin’ faces yer scarlet. Now ain’t this the craic? Well enough banter, I was planning on robbin’ yous, you good for nothin’ rich folk. Don’t you ever care for the fish that may be sufferin’, we have poverty too ya melters. Now that I’ve catfished yous, you’ll feel inclined to hand over your money due to the unbelievable embarrassment yer feelin’.” The fish says as it flops up and down in joy.

“But how? you’ve got no hands” Rin yawns as he speaks.

That was a completely valid point, fish unfortunately do not have hands and they also can’t fucking talk.

Later that night the Haitani brothers have grilled fish for dinner.

-extra-

“So, is feeling attracted to fish an official sexuality?” asks Rin.

“No”

“But what if it’s a mermaid”

“They don’t exist”

“Ok but what if it has a pus-“

“No, dear brother”

-extra extra-

-Rin now spends most of his days at their family’s extraordinarily large artificial pond behind their mansion staring at fish.

This fic was inspired by a post made by @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang, which was further expanded by others, it was super fun to write though I’m definitely not a writer.

#tokyorevenger #tokyorev #Haitani brothers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #tokyo revengers fanfic #tokyorevfic #Tokyorevengers #wakui why #whatevenisthis #bahaha

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