#TOG family

[immortalmuses]

The Summer Olympics are here once again, so I am once again thinking about The Old Guard Summer Olympics AUs

Nicky in multi-event sharpshooting, including 50 meter rifle three position, 10 meter air rifle, and 25 meter rapid fire pistol

Quynh in Women's and Mixed individual Recurve Archery, 70 meters

Andromache in (yup, you guessed it) the Equestrian sport of Three Day Eventing, individual and team. She fucking hates the Dressage phase (don't blame me, I'm an eventer too), but she's also got the steadiest hands and the quietest seat in the sport, so good luck getting a lower score.

Joe in.... Football? Rugby Sevens? Maybe Fencing? the Man is too multi-talented, I am open to ideas.

Booker is another likely candidate for Football. Or, interestingly, Handball? Apparently France is like the four-time European champions of Handball. 🤷‍♂️

Nile is another multi-talent, but since Team America is known to dominate in Athletics (344 gold medals!), let's consider her for 110 or 400 meter hurdles, pole vault, maybe high jump? Anyway she's a badass, she could do the Decathlon and make it look like a walk in the park.

Obviously they are all great friends that get up to a variety of shenanigans in the Olympic Villages (of which they do not all belong to the same ones, because who puts Equestrians with Sharpshooters and expects the place not to burn down?). There's shit-talking, romance, broken carbboard beds, you get the idea....

PLEASE SEND YOUR THOUGHTS SO I CAN WRITE SOMETHING

[ndcgalitzine]

I'm about to be very sentimental here, but seeing all this new TOG content is absolutely amazing, but what's even more amazing is seeing all these old familiar faces in my notes liking and reblogging these posts. I've just really missed the TOG fandom, we've all moved on to other fandoms in the last 2 years, but when this new film comes out we're all going to be here together again losing our FREAKING MINDS and that makes me so happy I could cry 😭😭😭

[twobabkas]

the old guard (2020)

[begaydocrime-nickyjoe]

Sleep doesn't come easy.

For the Playhouse Summer Bingo Prompt "One Bed"

Enjoy Andy and Nicky as annoying siblings 🤗

[nicolos]

A message from the set of The Old Guard.

[lily-s-world]

Like for real, it has been a year since production. Where are they?

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

UNFLABBALE, STUNNING, SHOWSTOPPING, UNSTOPPABLE, CHRONICALLY STUPID

GET THAT BAG QUEEN!

[zairaalbereo]

The Old Guard Circus presents… Come in if you dare!

For @theartguard server’s bimonthly theme “Circus”!

Click to enlarge the image!

[luminarai]

cold day cuddle puddle ❄️ // prints etc

[leiawritesstories]

Mom, Please!

@throneofglassmicrofics August prompts "Lake" & "Splash"

Word count: ~1k if you squint 😂

Warnings: swearing, teenage antics, Rowan getting grey hairs from stress

Enjoy!!!

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"I hear footsteps," Aelin mumbled, half-drowsy.

"Go back to sleep, Fireheart," Rowan mumbled back, burying his face in her hair. "It's probably just a rabbit or something."

"At---" She cracked her eyes open and stared at the fuzzy numbers on the clock across the bedroom. "One in the morning?"

"Mmmh, fine." Her husband attempted to push himself upright and flopped back into bed with a groan. "Dammit!"

She kissed his shoulder. "Don't throw your back out, old man. I'll go check on things." Aelin pushed herself out of bed and tucked the covers up over her sleepy, grumpy husband, who grumbled something about I'll show you a thrown-out back as she stepped into her slippers and crept out of their bedroom.

The hallway of the lakeside cabin was dark and silent, broken by strips of silvery moonlight filtering in through the skylights. Aelin came into the living room and paused, wondering why the hell the sliding door that led to the patio was cracked open. Had one of the kids forgotten to close it?

And there were those damn footsteps again.

Slowly, she crept up to the windows and nudged the curtain aside just enough to peer out and find---"Gods above, Mom!"

"Holy shit, Lana!" Aelin and her oldest daughter screeched at each other at the same time, and Aelin leapt back from the window as if it had slapped her, wishing she could scrub the sight of Lana and her boyfriend playing tonsil hockey out of her eyes. "Fucking hell," she groaned, rubbing at her eyes with both hands. "It's too damn late for this."

There was a rustling outside the house, and a very sheepish Lana snuck back inside through the patio door to find her mother sitting on the couch with her head buried in her hands. "Mom?" she ventured. "Are you...okay?"

Aelin grumbled something incoherent in reply.

Lana discreetly tugged her sweatshirt's hood up, relying on the shadows it cast over her neck. "Um, Mom?"

"I'm fine," Aelin mumbled. "Just gonna have to tell Yrene about this. You could've at least mentioned that Cal's family was here too."

"I didn't know he'd be here," Lana whispered, blushing an adorably bright pink. "He surprised me."

"Pebbles on your window and all that romantic shit?" Aelin teased.

Lana grinned, her smile a mirror of her mom's. "Yeah."

"Can't hardly blame you, then." Aelin stood up. "Well, I'm going to bed before your overbearing father decides I've been gone for too long and hurts himself trying to find his way down the hall in the dark. G'night, sweetheart."

Rowan, of course, was awake when she came back into the bedroom, fumbling for his glasses. "Stop that, buzzard."

He sighed and flopped back into bed. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just Lana and Cal tangling tongues out behind the patio." She turned onto her side and fluffed up her pillows.

Strangled wheezing erupted from Rowan, and Aelin flipped back over to rub her husband's back until his shock dissipated. "The fuck?" he croaked.

She chuckled and handed him his water. "You know, Lana's boyfriend?"

"I know who," Rowan grumbled. "When? How? Why?"

"Ro, honey, you really don't want me to answer any of that." She kissed his forehead. "Go back to sleep, love."

~

The summer sun shone brightly over the lake, and Aelin lounged comfortably in her chair, enjoying the warmth and the laughter surrounding her family.

"Owww! Get away from me!" The shrill shriek was accompanied by a pair of feet sprinting towards Aelin and a smaller body taking refuge behind her chair. "Mom, Bran keeps shooting his stupid water gun at my face!" It was Charlotte, their third child.

"It's not my fault you're afraid of your stupid lashes falling off!" Bran, who was nearly sixteen, yelled back at his younger sister.

Indignant, Charlotte gasped and stood up, planting her hands on her hips. At fourteen and a half, she was the most strongly opinionated of the Whitethorn kids, and she wasn't afraid to show it. "You take that back!" she demanded, and when Bran told her to make him, she picked up a nearby bucket and headed for him.

Aelin opened her eyes and watched her wildfire daughter dump a whole bucket of lake water over her oldest son's head, which resulted in him screaming like a little girl because a frog had happened to be in the bucket and had now found a new home in the back of Bran's swim trunks. She chuckled to herself.

"Kids these days," Lana fake-sighed as she walked past, three more baby frogs cradled carefully in her hands.

"Says the kid who snuck her boyfriend over in the middle of the night," Aelin deadpanned.

Lana's face went scarlet. "Mom, please! Everyone can hear!"

"Just like last night," Aelin added. She winked. "Uncle Fen would be so proud of you, sweetheart."

"Oh my gods," Lana groaned. "You're the---"

"Are those frogs?" A younger voice broke into the conversation, eager eyes peering at Lana's hands. Rielle Whitethorn, the older of the twins by three and a half minutes, jumped up, trying to see the little frogs as Lana put her hands up higher. "I wanna see the frogs, Lana!"

"Shhh!" Lana shot a look over towards where Bran and Charlotte had moved their water gun fight into the lake, joined by Cal and two of his brothers. "I'm gonna dump them on Bran's head." She winked at her little sister. "Wanna join?"

"Hell yeah!"

Aelin lowered her sunglasses. "Rielle Enna Whitethorn!"

"Sorry, Mom." Rielle was ten, and she and her twin brother Declan were like sponges around the older siblings that they idolized. She ran off, following Lana down to the lake, and Aelin watched with her smile hidden behind her book as the two of them crept up behind Bran and successfully released the frogs onto his head.

He howled and scrambled frantically, arms flailing, until he finally gave up and ducked beneath the water to get the frogs off of his head. Aelin snickered, beyond pleased that her children had inherited her fondness for fun little pranks.

Down in the lake, Cal slung his arm around Lana, and she rested her head on his shoulder and smirked up at him. He leaned down, whispered something in her ear that made her shake with laughter, and pressed his---

"Gods above," Aelin groaned, shoving her face into her book.

Not again.

~~~

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[cryhardanddanceharder]

i miss andy

i miss qùynh

i miss nile

i miss joe

i miss nicky

i miss booker

i miss my tog family

[asamandra]

You better hurry, Joe, or sex will have to wait much longer!

[goddessofwisdom18]

The Crochan Sisters

[begaydocrime-nickyjoe]

Awkward Nicky my beloved <3

A little tribute to this iconic interview clip from Demi Lovato X

For the @theartguard prompt march/April "word play" 😊

[crystaiskiess]

family dinner 💕

[stark-park]

Asexual Old Guard header