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[birdsonpowerlines]

Star Wars: The Acolyte - Our Thoughts

Star Wars is a big part of our lives. We never miss any of the movies or spin off series. Oddly, this is our first Star Wars themed podcast. We share what we thought about each episode of The Acolyte, and of course go on tangents to other series and topics while we do so. We recorded this podcast just before it was announced that the show will not have another season. Did you watch The Acolyte? What did you think?

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[kneesocksforluke]

Me when George Mackay plays a soldier in a film

[ditch-witches]

do you think you could write a smut where dean is stressed out so the reader gives him a blowjob to help him out?

pairing: Dean Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ but i'm not your mom [unless like,,, you ask nicely]), oral (m. receiving), suggestive language, there’s only so many words for dick im SoRRY, also i'm writing this at 4 in the morning so who knows what else. 

Dean ran his fingers through his hair, pulling the cap off a highlighter with his teeth as he broke down another scene from the script he recently received. For no reason in particular, this character was getting on his nerves and testing his weaknesses as an actor. You wrung your hands as you silently paced in front of his office door, debating whether or not to intrude on him while he was so obviously frustrated. You listened as he shifted in his chair, the plastic creaking as he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. You took a deep breath before rapping your knuckles against the wood of the door frame, pulling his attention towards you as his eyes softened at the sight of you. 

You noticed how his hair was getting almost too long as it curled around his ears and framed his face, dark circles around his light eyes making him look a few years older than he actually was. "How's it going?" You asked, stepping into the room as his eyes followed you to turn on another lamp. 

He sighed tiredly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desktop. "Well," he paused, a small grin tugging at his lips before continuing, "it's going." You moved across the floor to stand behind him. Your hands settled against his shoulders, letting your fingers dig into his skin softly to soothe the knot forming between his shoulder blades. He groaned at the feeling, reclining back into your touch happily. 

"Anything I can do to help?" You inquired softly, stooping down to smooth a kiss to his cheek. He hummed in response, his eyes shutting momentarily as he relaxed as your hands kneaded against his arms. You combed your brain for how to ease his mind as he exhaled. 

And then it hit you. “Fancy a break?” You asked, your hands continuing their motions and he muttered an agreement before swinging out his chair to stand. You stepped in front of him, pushing his chest so he plopped back down. Dean’s eyes flashed up to you with a raised eyebrow and a small grin on his face. He studied your every move as you blatantly pushed your hair out of your face and tied it back into a ponytail as you bent down between his legs. 

His lips parted into an almost shocked expression as if he was waiting for you to back out and tell him it was some kind of a prank. You dragged your nails alongside his thigh as he leaned forward slightly. He smirked at you, settling one of his hands into your hair. You turned your head to press a kiss to his palm and bat your eyes at him suggestively. “You’re doing such a good job. Don’t tire yourself out,” you cooed, coyly. Dean nearly rolled his eyes, knowing what you were up to. 

You sat up on your knees to capture his lips against yours, eliciting a small moan to echo from his throat at the taste of you. Your hand traveled up his thigh and towards his zipper, his other hand moving to assist you as he grabbed your wrist. You allowed his tongue to slip into your mouth as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. Your fingers icked to please him as you began to palm him through his jeans, his body responding quickly to your advances like it was the first time you’d ever touched him. 

As he began to harden beneath your gesture, your lips found their way to his jaw, your teeth skimming across his skin to tease a blush to his cheeks. You coaxed his erection further before you began to unclasp his pants. “Relax, baby,” you murmured against his skin. He moaned softly as your lips traced the divots of his collar bones, your tongue swirling as if to hint at what was in store. You sank back on the balls of your feet, your hand reaching up to push him flat against the chair back. He bit his lip to fight the smile threatening to break across his features as your fingers curled around the base of his cock. He tensed under your grip as you began to pump your hand, drawing out another hushed moan from the man above you. “Does that feel good?” You taunted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

He exhaled heavily in response, one of his hands moving to rest on your forearm for some kind of support as you encouraged his further arousal. You let your tongue dart out across your lips before pressing them to the sensitive skin of his tip. You focused on how each of your actions caused his body to relax, a small sense of pride swelling deep inside of you at the fact that it was so easy for you to pleasure him. You eased your mouth around his erection, your tongue swirling around his shaft. As your head began to move in tandem with your hand, you basked in the growing vulgarity of his words. 

You pulled your mouth off of him, continuing to speed your hand motions gradually as your teeth etched into his thigh. You could watch him unravel for you for the rest of your life; his gaze hazy as he avoided your sultry eye contact, his lips red and aggravated from harsh attempts at keeping himself quiet. Some of his curls were tugged back from being pulled at, his blissed-out expression creating a more prominent redness to his cheeks. Your lips slowly traveled back to his cock, an almost pleading look settling into his bright irises as your intentions were now directed on taking him deeper. 

His grip on your arm tightened as you pushed his tip past your lips once again, a strangled groan of pure pleasure hissing through his teeth. As he reached the back of your throat, tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes and his arousal twitched in your mouth. You began to bob your head once again, edging him on further with each of his moans of your name which you knew was a warning that he was close. You alternated the movements of your mouth and hand, making him fight against bucking his hips towards you. His cock tensed and in an instant, hot sticky strands of pleasure were filling your mouth. 

You brushed a hand across your chin and Dean leaned forward, digging his fingers into your hair to capture your lips in a worshiping kiss. He moaned against your mouth, sending a vibration straight to your core. You severed the action and stood, leaving him nearly breathless. “Don’t overwork yourself,” you taunted with a small wink, making him look up at you with an almost submissive undertone as he nodded. 

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[matheevec]

Lance Corporal Schofield - 1917 . . . . #georgemackay #1917 #1917movie #1917fanart #1917drawing #operacaoalberich #linhahindenburg #deancharleschapman #primeiraguerramundial #agrandeguerra #firstworldwar #sammendes #desenho #draw #drawing #arte #art #fanart #ilustração #illustration #digitalart #ibispaintx #fanart #matheevec  (em Inglaterra) https://www.instagram.com/matheevec/p/CYWgkUVLNgx/?utm_medium=tumblr

[pez2001jp]

【#1917】 #SamMendes #GeorgeMacKay #DeanCharlesChapman #MarkStrong #AndrewScott #ClaireDuburcq #RichardMadden #ColinFirth #BenedictCumberbatch #england #america #movie #cinema #1917 #1917命をかけた伝令 #シネマおっさん #おっさんシネマ その100 第1次世界大戦を舞台に描く戦争ドラマ。若きイギリス兵スコフィールドとブレイクは、最前線部隊1600人の命を救うため、重要な伝達任務を与えられる。「007 スペクター」「007 スカイフォール」「アメリカン・ビューティー」のサム・メンデス監督作品。 全編ワンカット撮影で画く(ワンカット風)。明快なストーリー、臨場感と没入感。ジョージ・マッケイ(スコフィールド上等兵役)とディーン＝チャールズ・チャップマン(ブレイク上等兵役)の演技、画、音楽も非常に良い。 第92回アカデミー賞作品賞、監督賞を含む10部門でノミネート。撮影賞、録音賞、視覚効果賞を受賞。 「プライベート・ライアン」「ダンケルク」との比較。 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKbSLE6rGON/?igshid=9xoys4m8r0uc

[bradvonesdras]

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[last-revenger]

1917 #War‌ #Drama ‧ 1h 59m 8.3/10 · @IMDb 89% · @RottenTomatoes During #WW1 , two #British #soldiers receive seemingly impossible orders. In a race against time, they must cross over into enemy territory to deliver a message that could potentially save 1,600 ... Initial release: December 4, 2019 ( #London ) Director: #sammendes #Boxoffice: $368.7 million #Budget: $90–100 million #movie #film #sammendes #cinema #oscars #georgemackay #ww #movies #oscar #deancharleschapman #benedictcumberbatch #1917movie #1917 (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFAd_grhfIW/?igshid=1lmbijdm1m4fy

[bryanlenning]

A lil tribute #posterdesign for the #bestpicture nominee from #sammendes and #rogerdeakins @1917! . . #1917 #georgemackay #deancharleschapman #colinfirth #benedictcumberbatch #cinematography #cinema #soundtrack #poster #posterart #movieposter #thomasnewman #design #graphicdesign #fanart #art #artistsoninstagram #instart #photoshop #illustration #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B89NBwYBuaj/?igshid=vha6zygnhfev

[doomonfilm]

Review : 1917 (2019)

I like war films just as much as the next film fan, guaranteed.  Vietnam tends to be my war subject of choice, with World War II and some of the unofficial conflicts falling in line directly behind, but films about the Great War were always intriguing.  With 2019 being such a strong year of unique films, it’s interesting that one of the heaviest buzzes is coming from a movie centered around World War I, but lo and behold, director Sam Mendes has managed to bring a fresh and unique perspective to that very war in the form of the astounding 1917. 

On April 6, 1917, Lance Corporals Will Schofield (George MacKay) and Tom Blake (Dean-Charles Chapman) are assigned a time-sensitive mission by General Erinmore (Colin Firth).  The German army appears to be retreating from their established lines on the Western Front of Northern France, but aerial intelligence has revealed a new Hindenburg line being formed in the assumed retreat zone.  The 2nd Battalion of the Devonshire Regiment is in pursuit of the German soldiers, and the Lance Corporals are tasked with tracking down the regiment to stop them before they walk into a massacre.  Schofield, already experienced in combat with the Germans, is initially hesitant, but upon learning that Blake’s older brother, Lieutenant Joseph Blake (Richard Madden), is a member of the 2nd Battalion, the younger Blake convinces Schofield to immediately join him on the mission.  With the former front line, open space, a shelled out city, a river and a forest between the Lance Corporals and the Devonshire Regiment, the duo race against the clocks in hopes of saving their fellow soldiers from walking into a massacre.

A gigantic portion of the hype surrounding this film comes from the unique experience provided by the way that Sam Mendes chose to shoot, edit and present the film.  While not the first to use the style of long takes to emulate a single take, Mendes does manage to use it to bring maximum tension to the war film genre.  Much like the experiments of Gus Van Sant with his Death Trilogy, 1917 has the look and feel of a first-person shooter game mixed with an open-world adventure game, with the narrative beats proceeding like a mixture of action sequences and cut scenes as the camera satellites around our main characters.  Even though, in my honest opinion, Alejandro González Iñárritu pulled off the trick with more flare and style in Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), Mendes and his achievements cannot be ignored, and will certainly be recognized during awards  season. 

On top of this stylistic choice enhancing the war film experience, the nature of the casting hits with extra enhancement.  I am unaware of the two main actors in regards to their previous work, and with 90% of the movie centering around these individuals, the ability to suspend disbelief is made much easier.  Similarly, name actors are given roles that correspond to characters with high military ranks, so when a recognizable face pops up, we inherently give them unknowing respect and attention simply because of the gravitas that comes with the recognition.  To even further drive home the personable experience of war, we only see a single German enemy with any distinct clarity, and the actors come into close contact with only three, but no more than five, soldiers, making the majority of the enemies that of the faceless variety.

The skill, craftsmanship and powerful impact of the cinematography cannot be understated, as it really and truly makes the viewers’ war experience much more dynamic than that from previous films.  The score ebbs and flows like wind, coming in strong and then pulling itself back with such subtlety that at times you don’t even recognize the builds.  The color-timing on the film is stark and beautiful, with sky full of blues, purples and other dusk/twilight colors, and distinct shifts between greyed-out battlefronts, lush green forestry and the earth-tones of the destroyed cities.  The trench design looks genuinely authentic, as if they were the genuine existing articles from over a century ago, and not recreated locations for the film.

George MacKay has the poise and determination of a star in the making, with his seemingly dismissive and unwilling demeanor masking a reserve of iron will.  Dean-Charles Strong brings the innocence that comes with luck in a dangerous realm, with his naivety helping drive the duo forward into dangerous situation after dangerous situation.  Per the style of the film, the majority of the time is spent with these two relatively unknown actors, with the remainder of the cast being filled in with glorified cameos.  Colin Firth is all business, as is Benedict Cumberbatch, but with a harder edge and a sense of hurt when battle is taken from him.  Mark Strong represents the more humanitarian side of things, with his convoy of soldiers bringing more humanity and humor to a story full of soldiers from out of (or heading into) combat.  Richard Madden brings a powerful sense of realization and weight that comes with life-altering news, with a brief performance that is almost guaranteed to bring tears out of even the most hardened viewer.  Memorable appearances by Claire Duburcq, Daniel Mays, Adrian Scarborough, Jamie Parker, Michael Jibson and Nabhaan Rizwan, among others, round out the proceedings.

As much as I enjoy the film, I don’t think it has the power to force me to shift my end of the year list.  The film will certainly be recognized during awards season, as I stated before, and I do recognize it for the achievement it is, but in terms of my prefered style and aesthetic, I found other films this year more compelling.  It is nice to know, however, that films can employ high style and still connect on a large scale level, and I do highly recommend viewers see this movie, as I do recognize it as must-see cinema.  Wait for it to be released retail style if you have to, but if you get the chance, see this film on the big screen, as films like this are tailor-made for large scale presentation.

[gqtmovies]

Sam Mendes, the Oscar®-winning director of Skyfall, Spectre and American Beauty, brings his singular vision to his World War I epic, 1917. In theaters December 25. Starring George MacKay, Dean-Charles Chapman, Richard Madden, Benedict Cumberbatch, Mark Strong, Andrew Scott, and Colin Firth.

[kacic1]

New IMAX poster for 1917 (2019) - Dir. Sam Mendes. Check out my review of the movie: https://luizandreoli.com.br/critica-1917-2019/ #1917 #Crítica #Review #PortaldoAndreoli #Drama #War #SamMendes #GeorgeMacKay #DeanCharlesChapman #ColinFirth #BenedictCumberbatch #RichardMadden #MarkStrong #AndrewScott #Crítica1917 #1917Review #Pop #PopCulture #Geek #Nerd #Movies #Filmes #Films #Cine #Cinema #Cult #Culture #Art #Entertainment #OsFilmesdoKacic https://www.instagram.com/p/B6PRZ-Zl_FB/?igshid=1pr82lfd3ozno

[ditch-witches]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could write about Dean making you breakfast for the first time? I love your Dean content btw and am in the mood for some domestic Dean :)

pairing: Dean Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: suggestive language, cursing, this doesn’t really give off domestic vibes and is a little thin I apologize :/

You groaned slightly and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, stretching your hands towards where you usually kept your phone. You panicked momentarily as you realized your table wasn't there anymore, opening your eyes and finding that you weren't in your room. And then you remembered going out with your friend and not making it home. You knew she had gotten up for work probably hours prior to you waking up. You rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, needing to pull yourself together in some way before you headed back out into the world, grateful you didn't have plans for the day. The shower was hot and soothed your hangover as you let the water roll over your body, your smudged makeup being stripped away like you were shedding a previous life. 

Your friend's clothes were soft and neatly pressed in her drawers, making you smile at her tidiness as you pulled a few articles from their piles, careful not to disrupt anything too drastically. Her hoodie fit you snugly and as you looked into the mirror, you furrowed your brows slightly, debating if you should put makeup on or not. After all, you weren't planning on running into anyone special. As you stepped out of her room, noises from the kitchen startled you. You crept down the stairs quietly and pushed open the kitchen door, the creaking of the hinges revealing a man at her stove. The two of you looked up at each other and jumped, him almost dropping his bowl. 

"Who the fuck are you?" You demanded, grabbing the nearest household item to serve as a weapon. You swore under your breath as you realized it was a remote. 

"I live here. Who the fuck are you?" He mimicked your tone, furrowing his brows at you. You let out a breath of relief. 

"Oh thank God. You're the new roommate?" You asked, setting down the remote and walking into the kitchen. 

"Yeah. I'm Dean…" he hesitated, his eyes watching you pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

"I'm the best friend," you greeted, mumbling your name soon after. 

His eyebrow raised at you. "Want some breakfast?" You looked over him slightly to see what he was making. "There's going to be tons leftover." 

"Alright. Don't poison me, Dean," you jeered, moving to sit on the kitchen island. 

He chuckled, turning back to the stove. "I won't. Just don't hit me with the remote." You giggled slightly at his jest while he smirked. It was now that you fully took in his appearance. You had been too blinded by adrenaline and excitement that you hadn't noticed how broad his shoulders were and how his dark hair was just the right amount of curly. He peered over his shoulder at you before turning to lean against the counter beside the stove while the pan got hotter. His blue eyes were vibrant due to the contrast of his black hoodie. You had to admit, he was cute.

"So, where are you from, Dean?" You asked, swinging your legs and taking a sip of coffee. You studied where his clothes hugged his body and the easiness in his appearance, your eyes trailing down to his grey sweatpants. Nice. 

"Essex," he muttered, searching your face for something. “Romford, Essex.” 

"You're a long way from home then, aren't you?" You asked without skipping a beat.

He smirked. "Sometimes distance is good, don't you think?" 

"Not if you're around the right person," you commented, sending him a mildly flirtatious grin, making the tips of his ears ghost red. 

His eyebrows perked as he grinned. "Cheeky." His eyes raked over you as well, almost like sizing up an opponent. 

You wet your lips, feeling rather bold. Men in domestic situations were always your weakness. Especially when they were as attractive as Dean. "Do you have that right person?" You quizzed. 

He grinned fully, shrugging and turning back to an egg frying. "I don't think I would be living in a flat like this if I did." His sly wink made you smile. 

"Really? Even if you've only dated a girl for like a month, you'd move in with her?" You hopped down from the counter to lean beside him. 

He swallowed, fighting his ever-growing grin before looking back up into your eyes with a mock sincerity on his face. "Oh no, I'm a hopeless romantic, you see. I'd get married within the week if I met that right person." 

You giggled at his comment and he smiled. "How many times have you been married then?"

"In the past year? Four," he shrugged. You laughed a bit harder. "Damn, I could get used to that," he commented, almost too quiet for your own ears, making you bite your lip. 

You crossed your arms. "I could get used to having a man in the kitchen." 

"Good, because usually, I sleep in the kitchen," he quipped.

"Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms to keep from giving in to your temptations. ”Under the kitchen table or on top?" 

"Under. I'm not a heathen," he faked offense. 

You bit back another chuckle, deciding to probe further. "So you like to be on bottom?" 

His face twisted smugly before his eyes turned to yours. The blue in his eyes seemed to have grown darker. "If that's what the table would prefer.” 

"And if the table wants you on top?" He leaned towards you, closing what little distance there was between the two of you. Your heart began to race a mile per minute, as his musky yet woody scent invaded your senses. God, he smelled more enticing than the food he was cooking. 

"So be it," he answered, a sly smirk creeping across his face, as he reached around you to grab a bottle of some kind of spice. You almost reached out and touched him.

"I like you," you uttered and he grinned at what he was doing. 

"Feelings mutual, love," he added keenly. 

"Too bad we're not roommates," you leered, stepping ever so slightly closer to him, your thigh ghosting against his leg.

He leaned towards you again, his beautiful scent once again enveloping you. "Careful, I marry on the first date, remember?" 

You smiled, biting your lip, his attention drawing to your mouth. "I thought you said within the week?" 

"Different circumstances," he threw back, a grin still playing on his plump lips. He moved to hand you a plate of a variety of foods. 

You took it but kept him holding onto the other side. "Would you want to get a drink later?"

He chewed his bottom lip. "You ready for the commitment?" He joked. 

"I'm ready for whatever you want from me, Dean," you commented, taking the plate and nudging his side as you walked out of the kitchen with it, basking in his deep chuckle. 

this is so cheesy bls forgive me

[obsessedwithfandomsx]

Boyfriend energy🥺

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[andherevarunis]

1917 (2019) Directed by Sam Mendes War/Memoir/Drama I don't know why, nobody see this epic movie as a memoir of such a great and brave soldier. Starring : George Mackay(Scofield), Dean-Charles Chapman(Blake) and our favourite Benedict Cumberbatch (MacKenzie) During world war 1, a soldier(Blake) was given the responsibility to go to MacKenzie and make him stop to send the troops to fight as it was a trap for them which can led the death of 1600 soldiers. He chose Scofield with him to accompany him but as the movie progresses Scofield left alone in that journey after the death of Blake by a fucking asshole. Blake says to go and also say his(Blake) brother that I wasn't scared while dying and also requested him to write to his mother. Scofield travels the further journey alone with various hurdles in the way. But finally he reaches there and was successful to convince MacKenzie to stop the troops to go and fight. He also gave Blake's brother his belongings which he collected from Blake's body. . . It is an Epic movie of war and friendship also of the sincerity and toughness of a soldier's duty. . . . #cinematography #cinema #spreadlove #war #drama #1917movie #1917 #benedictcumberbatch #georgemackay #deancharleschapman #movie #moviescenes #moviequotes #tbt #filmstagram #cine #cinematographer #picoftheday #photography #instagram #photooftheday #instadaily #instagood #pic #sammendes #memoir #cinophile #movies #film #filmmaking (at New Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMDEDIUFFUz/?igshid=16fsmnyyvdwz