#Danny midwinter

[fromthestacks]

Miss Scarlet & the Duke season 1

[teruel-a-witch]

steve and danny reunited on the longest night of the year, in the northern hemisphere, steve was in such a hurry to embrace danny he ran outside without putting a jacket on. danny was going to scold him about it later but for now he was just happy to be in his arms at last.

[duahauuoplanh]

the truth is we died together once before. Arthur, me, Danny Whizzbang, Freddie Thorne, Jeremiah, and John. we were cut off from the retreat... Jeremiah said, "We should sing, 'In the Bleak Midwinter.' but we were spared. the enemy never came and we all agreed that everything after that was extra. and when our time came we'd all remember. you remember that God spared you. but what did you do with that extra time that he gave you, eh, Thomas?

[midwinterhunt]

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[ulkaralakbarova]

Five twenty-something friends spend a drug-fueled weekend in Cardiff, Wales. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jip: John Simm Koop: Shaun Parkes Nina: Nicola Reynolds Lulu: Lorraine Pilkington Moff: Danny Dyer Lee: Dean Davies Felix: Andrew Lincoln Moff’s Father: Terence Beesley Reality (voice): Jo Brand Andy: Richard Coyle Karen Benson: Jan Anderson Pablo Hassan: Carl Cox Fleur: Stephanie Brooks Howard Marks: Howard Marks Jip’s Mother: Helen Griffin Tyrone: Danny Midwinter Ziggy Marlon: Justin Kerrigan Hip Hop Junkie: Tyrone Johnson Koop’s Father: Larrington Walker Jip’s Manager: Philip Rosch Lulu’s Uncle Albert: Peter Albert Lulu’s Auntie Violet: Menna Trussler Jeremy Faxman: Mark Seaman Connie: Lynne Seymour Luke: Patrick Taggart Boomshanka: Anna Wilson Casey: Robert Marable Herbie: Nick Kilroy Matt: Peter Bramhill Moff’s Mother: Carol Harrison Moff’s Grandmother: Anne Bowen Martin: Giles Thomas Jip’s Ex #2: Sarah Blackburn Doctor: Eilian Wyn Asylum Doorman: Neil Bowens Jip’s Ex #3: Nicola Davey Inca: Roger Evans Tyler: Bradley Freegard Trixi: Emma Hall Jip’s Ex #1: Elizabeth Harper Jip’s Secretary: Jennifer Hill TV Interviewer: Nicola Heywood-Thomas Casey: Robert Marrable Cardiff Bad Boy: Louis Marriot Millsy From Roath: Millsy in Nottingham Karen Benson’s Boyfriend: Robbie Newby Tom Tom’s MC: Ninjah Jip’s Mother’s Client: Cadfan Roberts Koop’s Workmate: Mad Doctor X Bad Boy: Jason Samuels Breakdancer / Bodypopper: Tim Hamilton Bodypopper: Alicia Ferraboschi Bodypopper: Sherena Flash Bodypopper: Marat Khairoullin Bodypopper: Adam Pudney Bodypopper: Mark Seymore Bodypopper: Algernon Williams Bodypopper: Colin Williams Bodypopper: Frank Wilson Film Crew: Supervising Sound Editor: Glenn Freemantle Sound Editor: Tom Sayers Dialogue Editor: Gillian Dodders Casting Director: Sue Jones Additional Editing: Stuart Gazzard Associate Producer: Rupert Preston Producer: Allan Niblo Director: Justin Kerrigan Producer: Emer McCourt Co-Executive Producer: Michael Wearing Steadicam Operator: Paul Edwards Second Assistant Director: Marcus Collier Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Craig Irving Editor: Patrick Moore Director of Photography: Dave Bennett Costume Designer: Claire Anderson Original Music Composer: Matthew Herbert Set Dresser: Ed Talfan Sound Recordist: Martyn Stevens Production Coordinator: Andrea Cornwell Post Production Supervisor: Jackie Vance Post Production Coordinator: Claire Mason ADR Recordist: Sandy Buchanan Gaffer: Andrew Taylor Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Nicolas Le Messurier Script Supervisor: Laura Gwynne Assistant Sound Editor: Susan French Music Supervisor: Pete Tong Makeup & Hair: Kerry September First Assistant Director: Charlie Watson Post Production Supervisor: Maria Walker Second Assistant Director: Matthew Penry-Davey Assistant Editor: Amy Adams Foley Editor: Miriam Ludbrook Original Music Composer: Roberto Leite Storyboard Artist: Nick Kilroy Dialogue Editor: Keith Marriner Makeup Designer: Tony Lilley First Assistant Director: Emma Pounds Music Consultant: Arthur Baker Co-Executive Producer: Kevin Menton Electrician: Mark Hutchings Boom Operator: Jeff Welch Costume Assistant: Karen Mason Casting Director: Gary Howe Production Design: David Buckingham Co-Executive Producer: Nigel Warren-Green Executive Producer: Renata S. Aly Art Direction: Sue Ayton First Assistant Director: Hywel Watkins Third Assistant Director: Tivian Zvekan Location Manager: Peter Vidler Location Manager: Frank Coles Assistant Location Manager: Roland Mercer Focus Puller: Mike Chitty Clapper Loader: Ewan O’Brien Key Grip: David Hopkins Construction Manager: Martin Dawes Property Master: John C. Reilly Set Dresser: Riana Griffiths Art Department Assistant: Jacqui Puscher Storyboard Artist: Deena Mathews Costume Supervisor: Anne McManus Makeup & Hair: Hanna Coles Still Photographer: Hector Bermejo Unit Publicist: Jessica Kirsh Movie Reviews: zag: One of my favorite films of all time, its a period movie describing the young party goers of the UK in the 1990’s. It hits the nail on the head, the lov...

[lamia111]

Eliza : Margaret said it was like she could see into my heart. And because of that I trusted her. William : And what about me? Have I not shown myself worthy of your trust? Do I mean nothing to you? Eliza : Of course you do. You know you mean a great deal. William : Yet you trusted a liar over me. You are many things Eliza but I did not think you gullible of such manipulation.

[autumncottageattic]

Miss Scarlet and The Duke (2020)

[a-midwinter-night-dream-86]

[waitingforminjae]

Anne (re)watches Peaky Blinders: 1x01

Those fucking guns, they blew God right outta me head.

[paulinska44stark]

... And when our time came, we would all remember.”

Peaky Blinders paralells. 1x01-2x06-4x01-4x02

[vala-dreams]

I really love the idea of Sam and Tucker becoming something distinctly nonhuman as the show progresses.

Like they're the ones who hang out with Danny the most right? And Danny's the one who lives a floor above the portal to hell and is also half ghost.

They're the ones most exposed to ectoplasm besides Jazz and the Fenton parents, and of course, the half dead boii himself.

Imagine this trio of kids you see when you go to drop off your friend's kid at school as a favor. They shouldn't be any different from the hordes of children there,but they are. The second they walk in the temperature drops and it feels like icy lake water is flooding your veins and your breath mists like it's mid winter. You look around somewhat frantically as you try to figure out what's happening and your eyes land on this unassuming triad of kids.

And all of a sudden, they don't seem so unassuming anymore. Their eyes are either too close together or too far apart and their mouths too wide and their teeth too sharp, you cannot tell what it is about them but it scares you. You are afraid. You do not want to be here.

You do not want to look at them, so you turn your eyes to your friend's kid instead. He is chatting away happily with his friends, uncaring of the sudden cold that has gripped you. Should you really be leaving him here? With those other.....children? Will he really be safe here, with them? These thoughts plague you, nibbling away at your mind and the more you think about it, the more you want to pick him up and take him home, and go far far away from this place.

And then it stops. Suddenly, it is a warm summer day again, your blood is no longer ice water and your breath is not midwinter mist. The clamorous noises of children talking fills the air and your thoughts quiet down. You cannot see those.....children anywhere. They must've walked away.

.

They were just children.

.

..

Why were you ever worried?

(Oop i went out of control and made this a ficlet)

[gingerbreton]

reflection

Fandom:  FHR

Pairing:  Flystep (Herald/Lila Becker)

Summary:  Lila is a little harsh with Herald, especially given verbal sparring is not his sport of choice. She has instant regrets.   (aka. that one time Lila used vicious mockery and Herald took psychic damage)

Notes:  Don’t mind me playing around with 2nd person for the first time while all my other fics refuse to finish themselves.

Rating:  G  Word Count: 528  [AO3 link]

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You’ve been going for coffee for a while now.  And Daniel—Herald— has been growing bolder.  Making other suggestions.

The cinema, now that’s a challenge.  You’re fussy.  Awkward. Can’t go when there are too many people—though it is good for there to be some, gives you some kind of gauge.  The images alone just don’t evoke the same reactions in you as other’s.  It’s like sitting with your eyes closed, being unable to feel what the actors are.  But a full cinema, that’s overwhelming.

You explain this to Daniel—Herald.

“Oh, of course.”  And, of course, he kicks himself for not thinking of that.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?  Blame yourself for not making a foolproof suggestion.”  You bite your lip to stop yourself mirroring his smile.  “Telepaths are awkward creatures.”

“I know—oh, no, not about—”  You laugh as he kicks himself yet again.  “It’s just—”

“You’re used to being better at picking things.”  You reach out, plucking the flyaway thought from midair.  “Or are you more used to girls who’ll agree to anything?  After all, you are the famous Herald of the Los Diablos Rangers.”

You whisper the last part conspiratorially.  Wicked smirk tugging at your lips.

“You know, sometimes when you tease me, it’s just mean.”

Daniel’s cheeks flush slightly.  There's a hint of hurt in his tone that he’s trying to pass off as humour.

And he’s right.  You were being mean.  Needlessly so.  There was no ego behind his comments.  This isn’t you bantering with Ortega—there’s no need for you to drum humility into him.

This is just Daniel trying to make the best of a bad situation.  The bad situation being you.

What’s worse is you know you could get away with it, no apology required.  One look—you know the one— and all would be forgiven.

You just have to step a little closer.  Close enough that you need to tilt your chin up to make eye contact.  Let your expression go soft.  Just try not to get lost in those big blue eyes.  Remind yourself that it’s Danny’s heart you feel skip a beat.  It’s not yours.  You’re still in control.

You do all this...and you still apologise.  You’re close enough that your expression really does go soft.  Dangerously so.

Did he somehow wear away your sharp edges?  Or are you shielding him from them?  Letting them cut you instead, because you can take the pain.  And you deserve it.  For the things you did in the past that you can never take back.

Best step away now before one of you closes the distance— does something stupid — because it’s written in one of your minds.  You’re just not sure which.

“How about we catch a matinee?” you suggest, trying to break the tension you’re solely responsible for.  “Just you, me and a handful of old people.”

Danny lights up.  Smiles like a midwinter dawn.  And you try your best not to thaw.

“Ok, that sounds great.”  Wonderful.  Perfect.  A thousand other little words he should never associate with you.

But he does.

And you can’t help it when your smile mirrors his.

[craziigamerchick]

Is “In the Bleak Midwinter” playing during Tommy and Grace’s wedding a clue she could be alive?

I think so. Whenever it said to a character in PB BEFORE their death they survive their next brush with it.

Dannny Whizbang - Tommy says it to him right before his death fake-out. 

Tommy - Says it in the s2 finale when he is certain he is about to die but he is saved at the last second.

John, Arthur, Polly, and Michael - John and Arthur say it before they are all about to be hanged and they are saved at the last possible second just like Tommy was.

Grace - It plays at her and Tommy’s wedding. She gets shot in the next episode. and dies??? I call BULLSHIT!

Now let’s look at the backstory of this phrase.  This is what Tommy says in 4x02:

  “This is how John wanted to go. On the smoke. And the truth is... we died together once before. Arthur, me, Danny Whizzbang, Freddie Thorne, Jeremiah, and John. We were cut off from the retreat... No bullets left, waiting for the Prussian cavalry to come and to finish us off. And while we waited... Jeremiah said, "We should sing, 'In the Bleak Midwinter.'" But we were spared. The enemy never came.”

 So, when they said it before what looked to be certain death, it never came. They all survived that situation. That tracks with the previous and current symbolism in which the phrased is used on the show.

There are some people that will claim that it played to hint at her death in the next episode but it doesn’t work that way. When characters are actually dead, it is said AFTER their death not before.

John - Tommy and Arthur say it to him after his death while he is laying there on a table. There’s no chance for him to be secretly alive. We see his body and he gets a funeral.

Black horse in 5x01 - Tommy then goes to say it his dead horse but stops because he is crying or is about to cry. This horse even gets a mini funeral. 

So in conclusion, “In the Bleak Midwinter” - Before their ‘death’, they live. After their death, they’re dead.

Why give this moment to Grace if she’s not alive. It would just make no sense. SK could have easily chose a different song to play. It was an odd choice anyways. Like yeah, let’s have Tommy and Grace choose a song to be played during their wedding ceremony that is associated with upcoming death. That makes a whole bunch of sense, umm not! 

[lamia111]

Eliza : Before you begin an angry tirade, please let me explain myself. William : You have let me down Eliza. Eliza : Is that all you’re gonna say? You’re not gonna yell at me? I’d prefer that. William : Let go of my arm. Eliza : You’re making me nervous William, you’re not yourself. William : There’s nothing left to say. Eliza : Well, I had to follow my conscience. I was wrong, I preferred it when you were calm.

[peakyswritings]

In the bleak midwinter

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Requested by: anonymous

Prompt: #numb

Warnings: war, swearing, violence, one reference to drinking and drugs

A/N: Since SK didn’t bother to show us the impact that the war had on John, I decided to take the matter into my own hands. I inserted a reader at some point, but this really focuses on him. I wrote this at night after a random wave of inspiration. Also, this is my first piece of writing after a loooing pause, so I hope it isn’t too terrible. I hope you like it⭐️

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In the bleak midwinter

Frosty wind made moan

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

John knew those words by heart. They played in his head again and again, day and night, from when he got up to when he rested with his head on the pillow. The same words that gave him comfort when he thought it was over, when he understood that his time was finally coming to an end with a feeling of bitter acceptance. They echoed in the room as he waited for the enemies to burst in, with his brothers by his side. Tommy, Arthur, Jeremiah, Freddy, Danny Whizz-Bang, they were all there.

They were kids. Kids whose life had been taken away by a system that didn’t care about the future of his people. Everything was about power, money, control. Those bastards out there took decisions in their palaces, sitting in their comfortable chairs, by the fire of their fireplaces. They weren’t the ones crawling in the mud, avoiding the landmines, trying to survive another day. They couldn’t hear the screams of their companions and the bullets whistle over their heads from the warmth of their offices. They didn’t know what it meant to be face to face with your enemy and finding yourself in his eyes. It was easy to picture him as a big monster you must defeat to save your country. But eventually the truth came out and you were left with the dreadful awareness that there was no difference between you and him. You were just the same.

If I were a shepherd

I would give a lamb

If I were a wise man

I would do my part

They were singing, waiting for the Prussian cavalry to finish them off. At least they still had each other. They wouldn’t die alone.

But that moment never came and before they could even realise that, they found themselves coming home on an empty train. Four years prior that same train was full.

So many young lives were wasted, thrown away, like they meant nothing. Like their death was nothing more than a collateral effect. But maybe they had been lucky, because it was over for them. The ones who made it home still had to come to terms with what they had gone through. The man who came back was just the shell of the boy he was before. His mischievous eyes were lifeless, his laugh wasn’t the same anymore. He couldn’t sleep. If he did, nightmares would haunt him all night. He had been spared, he had been given an extra time and he didn’t know what to do with it. He even wondered if it was really worth it.

The only way to make it stop was to numb his feelings. Drown them in the cut along with his medals. He didn’t need them anyway. He closed the door on the war, not daring to look back not even for a moment. If he allowed himself to think, everything came back, overwhelming him, making him feel like the air around him was toxic and his throat burned so much that he couldn’t breathe. Just like when a bomb fell.

He felt angry, paralysed. Useless. He couldn’t even take care of his own kids. God knew what would have been of them if he hadn’t had your help. What kind of life could he give them? What kind of father was he? The younger ones didn’t even remember him. He was a stranger to them.

You tried your best to be there for John, to hold him when it all became too much, to stand by his side when he felt like it was him against the world. But you knew it wasn’t enough. Nothing could erase what happened to him.

Then the gang shit started and for the first time he felt alive again. The adrenaline was like a drug, better than cocaine, better than whiskey. For once, he was in control, he was the one who had the power. He was the one to decide who lived and who died. No one would mess with his life ever again. If someone tried, he would cut them. He knew people talked, voices spread about how the young Shelby had gone crazy, completely out of his mind. But he didn’t mind, as long as they feared him. He became so good at pushing his emotions back, at making it his new identity, that years later no one worried about him anymore. He had fooled everyone.

But he couldn’t fool you. You knew him. You knew that it was the only way he had to cope. You missed the old John, but you knew he was still there, you could still see glimpses of the real him from time to time.

He couldn’t fool himself, either. Because sometimes, when the nights were darker and more silent than usual, an old melody resounded in his mind.

In the bleak midwinter

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