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Hi love👋🏻

Can you perhaps write a multiple story about Dunkirk or Pearl harbour. With the actors jack lowden, josh hartnett, ben affleck and Tom hardy. I’m so down for them 😂

If not it’s fine, I understand

Hi, thank you for your request, sorry it took me this long but here is the first part. It's going to be a slow burn ad the readers choose how this story will go, so please tell me what should happen next🧡

Saviour

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: WW2, Swearing, Angst and fluff

Disclaimer: It’s a fiction based off real life events.

Part two, Part three, Part four

Cast;

Jack Collins 23 years old,

Tom Farrier 26 years old,

Danny Walker 22 years old,

Rafe McCawley 24 years old,

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Y/n POV

The world was falling apart slowly as war began to spread across Europe. Most of the men who were above 16 years old joined the military, to fight for our country. I joined the military as well as a 20 year old woman, to help and take care of our men as a nurse.

“This is France.” Mrs Dawson said as she pointed at the map, that was hanging against the wall. “Some of you will go there and help our forces at the front lines, others stay here.” Most girls got excited as they heard about going to France, going to our troops. “We all move to the military base tomorrow morning, pack light because you don’t need anything else than your medical supplies at the front lines.” With that she ended her speech and we all went back to our rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.

——The next day——

It was six in the morning when they woke us up. “Let’s go ladies, time is ticking.” We all got up and got ready. “I’m so excited, I hope I’ll get picked for France.” My best friend said as she put some makeup on. “There is a war going on, you know that right?” She nodded and flashed me a smile through the mirror. “Y/n, there are the real men, not those….you know from town.” I rolled my eyes and smoothed my dress. “Right….just hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

The train ride was quiet as everyone was nervous. “Please let them be handsome.” One of my new friends said. “Of course they are, all RAF pilots are good looking and respectful men.” A small discussion started between a few ladies. “Y/n needs a man.” My best friend said with a giggle. “No I don’t, I’m not here to find a man.” She gave me a look and shrugged me off. “Everyone is looking for a man…”

After a long travel day we arrived at the military base from the RAF. “Ladies, I want you all to behave and show your best side as captain Morty will guide us to our rooms.” Mrs Dawson said as captain Morty smiled at us. “Yes mrs Dawson.” We all said in chorus. She nodded at the captain and he guided us to our rooms as we passed through a few hangars.

Jack POV

“Nurses will be joining us.” Danny said as he joined us at the hangar. “Really?” Josh a new mechanic said as he looked up from his work. “Yes, they just arrived.” The mechanics started to whistle as they heard the new from Danny. “Calm down, they are just nurses.” Rafe said with a grin on his face, finding it amusing how the mechanics reacted to the news. “He’s right, they are here to do their job, so let’s focus on ours.” Tom our squad commander said as he was reading a book. “Of course…” they mumbled as they went back to their work.

The whole atmosphere between the mechanics was different than usual, It’s causing a bit of commotion between everyone. “Do you think we have a chance?” Josh asked As he was cleaning his work spot. “Honestly no, if they are looking for a man, they want those ground soldiers.” Danny said as he stood up, brushing off his pants. “Really? Not even the pilots?” Josh looked a bit disappointed at Danny, who just shook his head. “Josh, he’s joking around, of course we have a chance. Women like every man that is serving in the military at the moment.” Rafe said with an amusing smile on his face, as his best friend was joking around with the mechanics.

We all got send off early to our beds as we all needed those extra hours of sleep. “I heard it’s not going well for the French.” Danny quietly said as we were all lying in our bunk beds. “Do you think we are going there?” He popped his head up and leaned over the edge to look down at his friend Rafe, who was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Maybe…” he answered, Danny nodded and laid back in his bed. “Why are you thinking about that?” I asked him. “Don’t know, I heard one of the mechanics talking about it this morning.” I hummed and rolled over to my left side, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Y/n POV

The girls were excited as we saw a few mechanics and pilots roaming around in one of the hangars. “They are all so handsome.” One said as we were getting ready to go to bed. “I know…” my best friend said. I smiled and crawled into the bed. “I can’t wait to start tomorrow.” We all giggled about it, gossiping about them and talking about our future. After some time we turned the light off and laid down in our own beds. “We should get some sleep, we all need to look good in the morning.” Someone said as a few hummed and agreed. I silently nodded and turned around, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

We all woken up by a bell going off, it was Mrs Dawson. “Ladies, it’s time to get ready.” Some of us groaned, some of us stood up without saying a word. I slowly turned around and moved the blanket away. “Come on, get up.” Mrs Dawson said as a few were still lying in their beds. “You all have 10 minutes to get ready.” She disappeared from our shared room and we all began our morning routine.

“This is the work station for you ladies.” Caption Morty said as we walked into a room, looking like a small hospital. “Our men will stop by to get their medical check ups before leaving for their missions.” We all looked around the room. “Anymore questions? If not, Mrs Dawson has the schedules from all the groups that are in this facility and she also has the time schedules for the canteen. Ladies I wish you all the best.” He gave Mrs Dawson a nod and left us alone, she started to show us the schedules and rules for our new adventure here at the RAF military base.

Jack POV

Danny went for a walk and came back with a smile on his face. “What happened to you?” Rafe asked as Danny joined us at the table. “I saw them.” Tom sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. “Is that why you went for a walk?” Danny smiles and digs into his breakfast. “Danny come on…” Rafe said annoyingly. “I only passed by, they were with captain Morty.” I shook my head and Tom shot me a well knowing glare. “I think we should leave them be, they can’t have us spying on them as well. The mechanics are already losing their minds.” Rafe pointed at me, agreeing what I just said. “See, you need to stop Walker, we are here to fight for our country. Not for the ladies…” Danny nodded, knowing what we meant. “Yeah…you’re right.” Rafe gave him a gently pat on his shoulder. “It’s all good brother.”

[aneurinallday]

Gibson and the Shivering Soldier

Chapter 1: Les Solitaires

The shaking in William’s hands still hadn’t stopped. As he wandered along Weymouth Harbour, it took him a while to adjust to the dry land under his boots, after spending the whole day at sea, being rocked by the never-ending waves.

He watched hundreds of exhausted and shell-shocked soldiers being herded off the boats, welcomed by a throng of doctors, nurses, and joyful civilians. He recognised nobody - all of the men he’d served with were dead. He looked out across the English Channel, across the Strait of Dover towards Dunkirk, but in the darkness he could see nothing of the horizon.

It was the night of Tuesday, June 4 1940, and 215,000 British soldiers had just arrived at the picturesque seaside town of Weymouth in Dorset, southern England; having been evacuated from the beaches of Dunkirk, northern France, just hours before. They left behind 22,000 dead, scattered across the sand or doomed to the deep water.

Thousands upon thousands of soldiers had already disembarked, but more boats were still arriving at the dock. Hundreds had already been shepherded onto trains and taken elsewhere, packed in like sardines, with barely enough time to get their bearings. Others were having their injuries tended to, or were seeking a place where they could lie down. The low thrum of weary voices, punctuated by the occasional flurry of commotion, was a constant background noise.

Had he killed that boy on the Moonstone? What was his name - George? A blanket-covered body had been carried out on a stretcher, but William wasn’t sure whose. Maybe it was one of the burned, oil-covered soldiers who’d been fished out of the water. Maybe the boy was fine. It had been a nasty fall down the steps, though. William tried not to think about it.

The scent of saltwater hung thick over the port - something he never wanted to experience again. He felt the sudden, overpowering need to get away from the water, from the ever-present sound of the waves on the rocks.

Putting his hands in his pockets to hide the tremors, he turned his back on the sea, left the harbour behind him, and began to wander the streets of Weymouth. Closed-up shop-fronts stood alongside little seaside attractions and a museum of orange bricks. Street-lamps punctuated the darkness with their harsh electrical glow, emitting a constant, faint buzz.

The small town was struggling under the sheer number of evacuated soldiers. Every pub and little hotel was full. Men were sleeping in the town hall, at the school, anywhere where there was space to spread out a blanket. The locals had even opened their homes, but still it wasn’t enough.

Drawn to the smell of cooking, he arrived outside a fish-and-chip shop, a hubbub of activity. The owners were handing out hot food to hungry soldiers. Through the brightly lit window, he watched the women bustling about behind the counter, the battered fish and sausages being dunked in sizzling oil, the batches of chips being wrapped up in newspaper pages.

One of the women gestured for him to step inside.

“Hungry, love?” she asked as he entered.

“Yes.”

“Here you go. No charge.” She passed him a portion of chips and a sausage, wrapped in a copy of The Daily Express. Black-and-white images of France’s destruction stared at him from the greasy pages.

“Thank you,” he said.

Exiting the chippy, he found a stone bollard to perch on, wincing as he bent his stiff joints. He unfurled the paper and, with trembling hands, started to eat. The first bite was like a little burst of heaven in his mouth. It was his first hot meal in more than a week, and he’d never tasted anything more delicious. He was so absorbed in eating, that it took him a few minutes to notice a presence nearby.

Another soldier - a dark-haired man in his mid or late twenties - was sitting huddled on the curb, hugging his knees. His shoulders were hunched, and he kept his head down, his chin tucked into his collar. He kept stealing furtive glances at the chippy, but he didn’t go inside.

“Want a bite to eat, love?” the woman behind the counter yelled out to him, but he didn’t respond. Perhaps he hadn’t heard. Perhaps the bombs had blown out his ear-drums.

William approached him.

“It’s free, you know,” he said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any money. Go and ask them for something to eat.”

The soldier looked up at him. In the stark light of the street-lamp overhead, his face looked angular and almost gaunt. He said nothing.

A faint memory stirred. Darkness on the open water. The crowded row-boat, returning in defeat from its failed attempt to cross the Channel. The torpedo striking and the destroyer sinking, dragging down hundreds of souls with it. The desperate survivors swimming and thrashing about. He’d picked up a few along the way, until the overcrowding had forced him to stop.

He hadn’t registered their faces - the night had been pitch-black, and besides, they were just a handful of souls amid thousands, their faces no more memorable than anyone else’s. But perhaps one of them had sat in the same way, hugging his knees with the same defensiveness, frowning with the same large eyes. Keeping his head down, as if he were trying to hide his face - trying to go unnoticed.

Then the memory drifted away and was soon forgotten.

“Here.” William held out the food. “Have some. It’s still hot.”

The young man saw the chips, sitting in the crumpled newspaper like precious chicks in a nest. He glanced up at William, seeking confirmation that he was allowed to eat, or perhaps reassurance that this wasn’t a trick. William nodded encouragingly, and the young man snatched the paper from his hands. He began to devour the limp chips and crispy lumps of fried batter as if he hadn’t eaten in a week. He probably hadn’t.

“Good to be back, eh?” said William.

The soldier stayed silent. While he chewed, his shadowy eyes flitted around at the milling soldiers. Tentatively, he reached one hand in the pocket of his khaki jacket, withdrew a crumpled scrap of paper, and held it out. It looked like it was probably torn from a nurse’s clipboard. He’d tried to smooth out the wrinkles, but the writing on it remained barely legible. It was one word, scrawled in a shaky hand:

G i b s o n

“Gibson, eh?” said William. “Lost your voice, did you? That’s alright. It’ll come back.”

Gibson hastily stuffed the scribbled note back in his pocket, as if afraid that somebody else might see it. There were a few chips left in the newspaper. He offered them back to William.

“No, keep it. I’m not too hungry. I should go.”

William meandered aimlessly away from the chippy, thinking nothing of the encounter that had just happened. But he hadn’t gone more than a block when the sound of aggressive, raised voices made him glance back.

“You! I thought I told you to fuck off!”

There was a commotion outside the chippy. The dark-haired soldier had risen to his feet, and was backing away from four or five angry soldiers.

“Fucking Frog! You aren’t one of us.” They snatched the greasy newspaper from Gibson’s hands and threw it on the ground, scattering what was left of the chips. “Get the fuck out of here! Don’t let me see you around here again!”

At first, William simply stood and watched without much interest. The mayhem and carnage he’d witnessed over the past month had been difficult to comprehend, and the sight of a few men having an argument outside a chippy was a staple of British life.

But then one of the soldiers shoved Gibson, and Gibson retreated in fear, hugging his jacket around him for warmth and security. The sight broke William out of his torpor. He was an officer, a leader, and these men were fighting each other for no apparent reason. It was his duty to step in.

“Stop!” he barked as he strode towards them, hating the way his voice cracked from strain. “What’s the problem here?”

“He’s the problem! He don’t belong here.” One of the soldiers gave Gibson another rough push.

“Settle down,” William commanded, “Haven’t you seen enough fighting already?”

“You don’t get it. He’s a Frog. He robbed that uniform off some poor bastard, and jumped the line to save his own skin.”

“Is that true?” William turned to look at the silent Gibson. “Did you rob an Englishman?”

Gibson said nothing.

“He belongs back on that fucking beach,” the irate soldier continued. “He’s got no right to be here.”

“How do you know all this, anyway?” said William.

“Because we saved this bastard’s life! We saw a fishing trawler going down, men jumping off, so we went over to help. By the time we got there, the survivors had already been picked up by other boats. But we found this one clinging to the debris - he was the last one out, and there was no space left for him. They were just passing him by. He’d lost his mind, raving like a madman. Probably thought we’d pass him by too. We should have!”

He spat at Gibson’s feet, causing the Frenchman to flinch back.

“We fished him out of the water, tried to calm him down, asked him his name. Then we realised he was babbling in French. Français this and Français that. He had British tags on - Gibson, they said - but that was a fucking lie. We should’ve thrown him right back in the sea! Only reason we didn’t was because we’d wasted enough time already. We couldn’t sit around discussing it. If we could’ve, we - ”

“He wanted to survive, like all of us. Why are our lives worth more than theirs?”

“But he’s a dirty little coward. He - ”

“Enough,” William interjected. “He committed a theft, not a murder. What’s done is done. All that matters is that we’re back home, with dry land under our feet, food in our bellies, and no Luftwaffe flying over us.”

“But sir, he don’t deserve to be here. Think of our lad who could’ve survived, but died because this fucking Frog stole his spot on the boat. We could have one more Englishman sitting here, but instead we’ve got him. He - ”

“We had a boat too, you know,” William interrupted, “Me and my men. A row boat. We thought if we rowed hard enough, we could make it back across the Channel, back to our families. But it was too crowded. We could barely move under the weight, and it kept getting heavier. More and more men kept climbing onboard - English men, British men, just like us. I forced them back into the water. They had families too, and they deserved to come home just as much as we did. But I pushed them off regardless. I pushed them off so that the rest of us could live. Are you going to throw me back in the sea too?”

They said nothing. Gibson’s eyes were darting around, looking for an escape route, but he didn’t bolt - perhaps afraid of drawing attention back to himself.

“In the morning, we found another boat - a better one, stronger and bigger. We tried again to cross the Channel, but a torpedo struck us. I was left alone on the water. Of all the men on that boat, I was the only one who survived. Not because I deserved it more, but because I was lucky. That’s the only difference between this Frenchman and our dead English lads - he was lucky. You could have one less soldier sitting here, but instead you’ve got him. Be glad for him. Now be on your way.”

Begrudgingly, the soldiers left, shooting sullen glares at Gibson as they passed him. William watched them disappear into the crowd, making sure that they were truly gone, then turned to look at Gibson. The Frenchman appeared uninjured and mostly unshaken.

“You should consider leaving too,” William said. “The next ones who take issue with you might not be as amenable.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Gibson standing alone under the street-lamp.

Chapter 2: Un Homme, Deux Ombres

[mischiefmanaged71]

The Great War (7/10)

Summary: After landing in a place he has no idea about, Tom comes across someone who can finally help him get back to Manchester

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

Early the next morning after Tom re-dressed her, the pair were on their way once more. Of course, she directed the whole way, but Tom had offered an arm to support her wounded side. He admittedly felt the slightest bit smug at being able to hold her like this. She felt comfortable in his arms, especially as he took the pressure off the burning sensation each time she brushed her side.

He still held quite a bit of concern about her state as he noted her pallor and attentiveness every so often. They couldnt do much about the blood loss, only pain relief from the medication she had thoughtfully packed. About midday, she stopped them in front of a large patch of empty land and Tom's face twisted in confusion as they waited.

"Why've we stopped?"

She gestured her hand outward, drawing his line of sight to the two figures approaching them in the distance. "We reached the checkpoint."

"When did we cross the border?" He turned around, hands in his pockets.

"About an hour ago." She noted, looking back at his astonished expression with a smile.

"Why didn't you tell me?" A smirk tugged on his lips, “We could’ve celebrated in a way only a man and woman can.” 

Y/N helped back a laugh, saving herself the pain as she slapped his arm in response. "Exactly why I didn't tell you."

A wink to follow as she walked toward the men. A greeting in Spanish left her lips, much to Tom’s surprise as he had did a double-take.

"Hola caballeros. Gracias por venir. Este es mi compañero, Tom Bennett." His eyes lit at the sound of his name. (Hello gentlemen. Thank you for coming. This is my companion, Tom Bennett.)

Doctor O'Connor had informed their associates on the other side of her arrival and a British companion.

"Encantado de conocerte. él es británico, dices?" The one closest to Tom asked, glancing at him. (Its nice to meet you. He's British, you say?)

"Sí, la salvamos de Dunkerque. A qué distancia está la casa de nuestro anfitrión de aquí? Perdóname, pero es urgente." Gripping her side. (Yes, we saved him from Dunkirk. How far is our host's house from here? Forgive me, but it's urgent.)

The man to her left spoke up, "A una hora de aquí." (An hour from here.)

They glanced at Tom, exchanging looks at his silence. A laugh bubbled from her chest as she turned to the men once more.

"lo siento, solo habla inglés. soy su traductora y su enfermera." (Sorry, he only speaks English. I have been his translator and his nurse.)

The older man laughed, "Debes estar cansado, vamos a seguir adelante." (You must be tired, Let us get a move on.)

“What’s going on?” he murmured to her.

“These men will escort us to the our host's house. Come on.” she tugged his arm, the exhaustion clear behind her smile. He nodded, placing a hand on her waist to support her weight as she favoured the one side.  

***

Upon arriving at the young couple’s house, a humble cottage north of the border, the pair were prepared to collapse. The young couple hosting them were kind to offer a meal, the wife guiding them to a singular room. The room was quite spacious with a bed in the middle, a dresser with a mirror, as well as, a large window overlooking a garden. An adjoining door nearest to the bed, she assumed was the bathroom. 

“Oh,” she murmured, staring at the singular bedroom once more, smiling at their host. She accepted the clean clothes humbly, “Gracias."

“I assumed you’d be more comfortable together, no?” she smiled earnestly.

“It's perfect.” Tom replied, offering a smile. 

Y/N tried to stifle the warmth heating up her face once more, murmuring a thank you as she deposited her bag on the bed.

“Join us for a meal when you’re settled.” their host smiled, shutting the door behind her.

Y/N didn’t bother to correct their host on the situation, noticing that Tom didn’t bother to either, rather encouraging it. Y/N turned to look around, noticing Tom in her periphery as he glanced down at her. 

“You okay?” his hand ghosting under her elbow as she nodded in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m just exhausted.”

“You should rest. Why don’t you go wash up?”

“Are you sure? What about you?”

“I can wait a bit longer. Go ahead.” he quipped, gently nudging her in the direction of the bathroom, knowing she would feel a lot better once clean.  Y/N fumbled with her bag, grabbing her clean clothes before shutting the bathroom door. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, sighing at the sight of her pallor and dry skin. A hand ruffled through her dirty hair, eager to rid of the dirt and feel clean once again. 

Tugging on the bottom of her shirt, she breathed through the burning in her side as she tried to pull her top off. A sharp pain in her side halted her movement as she gasped, closing her eyes. Y/N inhaled, hunching over when the pain grew too much and she couldn’t bear through it. A wave of embarrassment passed over her as she considered it before addressing him.

“Tom?”

“Yeah?” his footsteps wandering to the door.

“Could I ask a favour?” she pondered, looking to the door as if to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

“I need some help.” she stood behind the door.

“Oh.” he echoed.

Needing to clarify herself, she cleared her throat, “...In here.” 

“Oh.” she barely heard his voice behind the door.

“Right.” he repeated, “Can I come in then?”

“It’s unlocked.” as he twisted the doorknob and stepped into the bathroom. The small window offered some light into the room, the bathtub to the backwall, the basin to his left. He finally met her flushed cheeks, glossing over her tussled hair before he settled on her eyes.

“Tell me what to do.”

“I need help with my shirt, otherwise I’ll pull my stitches.” she murmured. He stepped closer to her with a hesitance behind each action. Tom moved carefully, eyes focused on her face rather than allowing his eyes to wander. He noticed how she avoided his eyes, choosing to stare at his chest given the close proximity. 

He gulped, asking for permission as she nodded. He gently tugged the shirt up, focusing on the task so as to not aggravate her injury. She lifted her arms as far as possible without pain as he guided the shirt off, her hair slipping through onto her back. He forced his eyes to her face, refusing to rid her of her modesty, despite having seen much of her abdomen while stitching her up.

His breath stilled in his throat as Tom gently released his hands from the bloodied shirt, locking eyes with her. She scanned his face, a visible flush to her cheeks as she 

“Thanks.” she whispered, “I should be alright now.”

“Oh-okay.” he echoed, nodding in his entranced daze as he stepped out from the bathroom, forcing himself to return back to reality and shake some sense into himself. 

***

Much later, the pair relaxed in the room after having a meal with the couple. Tom had changed into a dark trouser with a white shirt, Y/N adorning a short-sleeved dress suitable for the weather. She was a vision that caused him to freeze up upon seeing her. If not for her voice bringing him back, he would have been stuck in his dreamy daze.

Most of the conversation was a split between English and Spanish, Y/N translating many jokes between the group for Tom who found humour in many of the differences between their cultures. His wife has more than happy to help Y/N re-dress her wound as Tom resided in the bedroom.

He was now reclined on the seat by the bedroom window sill, breathing out a puff of smoke as he get lost in his thoughts.  The crackle of a radio filled his ears as he caught Y/N playing around with the machine on the bedside. He traced the lyrical sound of her humming as she swayed dreamily to the music. 

He smiled at her action, stubbing out his cigarette before walking to the bed. She opened her eyes to a hand in her sight, confused at the gesture. 

“What?” she glanced between the hand and his expectant look. 

“Dance with me?”

“I thought you weren't one for dancing.” she teased.

“I’m not, but what kind of a man would I be to refuse a beautiful lady one?” he hummed. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled, accepting the hand. Tom’s hands found her waist and she laced her hands around the back of his neck. He hadn’t exactly much, if any experience with dancing, but he figured swaying would suffice as they slowly trailed the edge of the empty space in front of the open window. 

The slight breeze cut through the room, brushing Y/N’s hair kissing his face. The feeling of his hand engulfing her’s, the gentle grip on her waist, it simply fit as she moulded to fit his body. They swayed for a few moments before Y/N found she couldn’t simply stand without meeting his eyes. It was then that her heart stilled at the entire prospect of his attention that enveloped everything she so desired. The sound of her breathing and his own were clear in the quiet room, and the calming sound of the world simply being surrounding them. 

“Have you done a lot of dancing before?”

“Not really, actually.” he admitted, a sheepish look on his face that caused her to chuckle and release her grip around his neck, taking his right hand in her’s. She placed her other hand on his shoulder, catching his eyes following her movement. She tilted his chin, forcing his eyes to focus on their movements. His breath caught in his chest at the movement, tracing her hand to her eyes.

“Eyes on me. Now...” she stepped backward, moving forward and rotating about the room. The first few steps, she could tell he was slightly rigid but she gripped his hand and he relaxed into it. Eventually, they stilled, their faces mere inches apart as the song slowed to a sombre final chorus. 

“Are you just good at everything?” 

She laughed and tilted her head, “I don’t think anyone can be good at everything.”

“Yeah, but you always seem to know what to do. You always say the right thing. I reckon if there's anything that closes to perfect...I'm looking at it.” he surmised, enticed with the way her eyes softened, the blood rushing to her face. How could she disagree with anything when he looked at her like that? Her heart fluttered in her chest, shivers running along her skin at the warmth of his stare.

“My father used to dance with my mother around the dining room.” she smiled fondly, “I would always ask to have the second dance after they caught me watching.” as they turned about the room.

“So he was also romantic, was he?”

“They both were. My mother told me she didn’t believe in soulmates or anything of the sort when she was younger.” she hummed, “Well...something changed and she married my father.”

“And you?” 

“Yes?” she blinked up at him, a furrow etched into her brows.

“What do you believe?” he asked.

Y/N was stumped for a second, breathless as she felt the echo of the question bring forth many of the emotions she’d felt since meeting Tom.

“I believe you come to know someone better than anyone. Sometimes better than they know themselves. You give them your heart, and a part of you that no one else has the privilege of seeing...That’s at least what I think love is.”

“You’ve never been in love before?” bringing her gaze up to meet his.

“I-I don’t know. How do you know if you’re in love?” she posed in the air, glancing over his shoulder at the sunshine pouring through the window. The warm glow bounced off of them, glossing over the various tones of Tom’s blonde hair. “What about you?"

His voice but a whisper that reached her ears, “My dad always said when he met my mum, he was stunned. He couldn’t get the words out. She must’ve found him charming, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” earning a laugh from Y/N which he chased eagerly.

“I think love is something special. Not something you can control. You just let it happen.” he breathed as she hummed in response, continuing to sway in his strong arms.

Tom’s heart swelled in his chest, settling in the serene moment, chasing the sense of calm - the first in a serious of intense moments these past months. In the moment, here-with her, it was an intense feeling that soared in his chest, enveloping him whole as he focused solely on her. The soft curves of her body moving in tandem with his across the floor. The warmth in her eyes, her graceful features that softened under his stare. It was a sensation that he could chase forever and ever, if not to savour the calm of her. She had saved him in many ways that he could recount-and she never once asked for thanks. 

The sun began to set below the horizon, settling over the room in a warm pink glow that lit the blue in Tom’s grey orbs. He was a sight to behold that entranced her as she revolved in his arms. He settled on leaning his forehead against her own as they found themselves entranced within their own world.

Aside from the blood shed and horrors that tormented their waking lives. The worst was over as they had crossed the border, but Y/N would hold onto the thought of never knowing where she belonged in a world that continued to take and take from her. Alas, she could live in denial for just a few more hours with him.

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[foxes-that-run]

Kiwi

Kiwi has similarities to Blank Space in that it considers if something hurtful in a tabloid was true. Harry said Kiwi was one of the first songs written for the album after a rest post-1d, he described it as releasing a lot of pent up creative energy in the Behind the Music (at 15:50). To Radio 1 Harry said it 'started as a joke but now is one of his favorite songs' (at 13:43). Mine too Harry.

Kiwi music video

The girl in the flower suit in a hallway is Harry. A blonde boy at 1:05 (on the Cactus line) represents Bleachella Taylor on April 29, 2016.

The other kids start flinging words then food and eventually the Harry/TS kids get drawn in. Harry himself shows up to release dogs, remind us of Dunkirk by crawling in the food fight.

Possibly my favourite is that it ends on a class photo that the Taylor child is not in, like every time they are together. it's genius.

When was it written

MMIH, Kiwi and Sweet Creature were the first songs written for the album, in LA between February and May 2016. MMIH and Kiwi are in this photo of the album taking shape from before Harry cut his hair for Dunkirk.

There is also a video of Harry singing it with long hair in Behind the Album

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were saying they were into it Such a pretty face on a pretty neck

Harry introduces his muse as a smart, pretty woman who smokes and drinks. He has a similar character in Daylight who does cocaine in the kitchen. Harry definitively said on Howard Stern he hates smoking, so while not literal shows Harry's muse is flawed.

[Pre-Chorus] She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it (Oh) But I'm into it (Oh), I'm kinda into it It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it (Hey!) I think I'm losing it, oh, I think she said

Stockholm Syndrome, has similar messages of enjoying being driven crazy by a paramor.

[Chorus] "I'm having your baby" "It's none of your business"

The way Harry sings this chorus like a tabloid headline. The ‘it’s none of your business’ is directed to the media & listener. Taylor also spoke about serious impacts of these in Miss Americana and sold a parody TS tabloid version of Reputation. The parody tabloid connects that Ready for it? also refers to these, To be so lonely has the line 'I wasn't ready'.

[Verse 2] It's New York, baby, always jacked up (Hey) Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus (Uh) In a black dress, she's such an actress

The start of Verse 2 links back to Harry's feelings of pent up frustration and creative energy from the year before.

Cactus is a play on words, cactus/prick/CH, however it’s also sung in a way to sound like Cat(us). In the 2015 Grammys red carpet interview Taylor says she’s "going home to the cats".

Taylor was alone, Harry was touring in Australia, the next time they were seen in the same place was the 2015 BBMAs Taylor was with a cactus.

Gorgeous also includes a line about stumbling on home to her cats alone. In May 2018, long after Kiwi was released, Toe confirmed their relationship with matching cactus photos.

[Verse 3] She sits beside me like a silhouette Hard candy drippin' on me till my feet are wet And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (Cha-ching!) It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this (Oh!)

In the final verse is in the aftermath, his connection with his muse is empty, like a silhouette, a reference to Two Ghosts. Ready for it? also refers to them as ghosts.

'Like I paid for it' / 'I'm gonna pay for this' are about a casual hook up with chemistry. This is a Pay for it is a theme in Harry and Taylors songs about each other (like he paid for it), but he still loves them so will emotionally pay for it. Harry uses similar language in other songs, in Grapejuice "I pay for it more than I did back then."

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     WHO I WRITE FOR 

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List of all the characters I write for and am willing to take requests for 

┏━━━━ ★ ━━━━┓

MORTAL KOMBAT 

┗━━━━ ★ ━━━━┛

➵ Kuai Liang

➵ Johnny Cage

➵ Spawn

➵ Kung Lao

➵ Erron Black

➵ Bi-Han

➵ Hanzo Hasashi

➵ Reptile/Syzoth

➵ Jax Briggs

➵ Kenshi Takahashi

➵ Smoke

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗

BAND OF BROTHERS

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➣ William “Wild Bill” Guarnere

➣ Richard “Dick” Winters

➣ Burton Paul “Pat” Christenson

➣ Eugene G. “Doc” Roe

➣ Lewis Nixon

➣ Ronald Speirs

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

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CALL OF DUTY

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MODERN WARFARE:

➛ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

➛ Alex Keller

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

GHOSTS:

➛ David “Hesh” Walker

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

WW2 & VANGUARD:

➛ Robert Zussman

➛ Ronald “Red” Daniels

➛ Arthur Crowley

➛ Marcus Howard

➛ Richard Webb

➛ Arthur Kingsley

➛ Lucas Riggs

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION

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➽ Arthur Morgan

➽ Charles Smith

➽ Josiah Trelawny

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗

THE BOYS

╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝

➱ Billy Butcher

➱ Black Noir

➱ Marvin Milk/Mother’s Milk 

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

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SCREAM

╚═════๑♡๑═════╝

⇢ Dwight “Dewey” Riley

⇢ Mickey Altieri

⇢ Mark Kincaid

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

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TOM HARDY

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↪ Farrier (Dunkirk)

↪ Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

↪ Bane (The Dark Knight Rises)

↪ Eddie Brock/Venom (Marvel)

↪ James Delaney (Taboo)

↪ Pavel Sidorov/Leo Demidov (Child 44)

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

︻⋆︻⋆︻⋆︻⋆︻

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

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⟿ Aragorn

⟿ Legolas

⟿ Frodo

⟿ Eomer

⟿ Boromir

⟿ Faramir

⟿ Thorin

⟿ Fili

⟿ Kili

⟿ Bard

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

╱╲❀╱╲╱╲❀╱╲╱╲❀╱╲

TV SHOWS & FILMS (misc)

╲╱❀╲╱╲╱❀╲╱╲╱❀╲╱

⇉ James Bond (Pierce Brosnan only)

⇉ Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

⇉ John Moore (The Alienist)

⇉ Sierra Six (The Gray Man)

⇉ Dr. King Schultz (Django Unchained)

⇉ Holland March (The Nice Guys)

⇉ Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

⇉ Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

⇉ Lt. Horstmayer (Joyeux Noel)

⇉Elliot Stabler (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Dr. George Huang (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Chester Lake (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)

⇉Brandon Beckett (Sniper franchise)

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⇉John Wick (John Wick)

⇉Art the Clown (Damien Leone's Terrifier)

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GAME OF THRONES

┗━━━━ ★ ━━━━┛

-> Bronn

-> Tywin Lannister

-> Jaime Lannister

-> Jorah Mormont

-> Jon Snow

-> Ramsay Bolton

-> Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

-> Robb Stark

-> Eddard Stark

-> Renly Baratheon

-> Oberyn Martell

-> Petyr Baelish

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

┏━━━◥◣◆◢◤━━━━┓

MARVEL

┗━━━◢◤◆◥◣━━━━┛

➬ Wolverine/Logan Howlett

➬ Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

➬ Venom/Eddie Brock

➬ Carnage (symbiote only!)

➬ Charles Xavier

➬ T'Challa

➬ Gambit/Remy LeBeau

➬ Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson

➬ Blade

➬ Hank McCoy/Beast

➬ Forge

➬ Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

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-ˏˋ. DC ˊˎ-

↦ John Constantine

↦ Bruce Wayne/Batman (Nolan only)

↦ Bane

↦ Slade Wilson

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┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓

SUPERNATURAL

┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛

➩ Dean Winchester

➩ Chuck Shurley

➩ Castiel

➩ Balthazar

➩ Benny Lafitte

➩ Gadreel

➩ Crowley

➩ Bobby Singer

➩ Rufus Turner

➩ Mick Davies

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

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FALLOUT

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➲ Maximus

➲ Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

➲ Nick Valentine

➲ John Hancock

➲ Preston Garvey

➲ MacCready

➲ Sturges

➲ Paladin Danse

➲ Porter Gage

➲ Mason (The Pack Alpha/leader)

➲ Old Longfellow

[militarymenrbomb]

Name: Daniel Rockwell

Location: North Florida

Height: 6”0 (180cm)

Weight: 190-205lb (86-93kg)

Date of Birth: July 13, 1991

Birthplace: Dunkirk, NY

Certifications: ACSM certified personal trainer (2012)

Degree: Marketing BBA, University of North Florida (2015)

 Before getting involved in the fitness industry, I was always competing in various sports.  Growing up, I played football, baseball, and wrestled.  Sports have always been a priority for me.  I found the human body fascinating in regards to physical performance. I started seriously working out at the age of 13. Early on, I decided to strive to make my body perform at the highest possible levels through working out and nutrition. My favorite sport was football, and I dreamed of playing it professionally. That was my main focus and motivation in the gym throughout high school.  A mentor at the time noticed my discipline and introduced me to the sport of bodybuilding.  My senior year of high school I entered, and placed first, in a USBF natural bodybuilding show. I went on to win the teenage category of the NPC Rochester bodybuilding show as well as the NPC Mr. Buffalo competition the following year. 

As you can probably guess, football didn’t work out.  After tearing my ACL, along with other injuries, my dreams started to fade.  I played a little football asa walk-on at Buffalo State College, but it just wasn’t meant to be.  After feeling like a failure, I decided to make a big change in my lifeI have always had so much respect for soldiers, so I decided to become one.  I left Buffalo State as an honor student, packed my things and headed to Florida to join the Florida Army National Guard.  It was hard for me to take a year off of college for military training, but it was a great experience.  I became a black hawk helicopter mechanic for the Army and enrolled back into college as soon as my initial training was complete. I have always had so much respect for soldiers, so I decided to become one.  I left Buffalo State as an honor student, packed my things and headed to Florida to join the Florida Army National Guard.  It was hard for me to take a year off of college for military training, but it was a great experience.  I became a black hawk helicopter mechanic for the Army and enrolled back into college as soon as my initial training was complete.

Although I enrolled at the University of North Florida, and had military obligations, I still had a strong passion for fitness. I started competing in the NPC men’s physique category and eventually became nationally qualified.  Soon after, I started getting offers for fitness modeling and I took advantage of those opportunities.  I loved competing but didn’t have the best experience with the NPC. It seemed as though competitors were doing so much for the sport, with little in return.  Also, as a natural competitor, it was getting harder and harder to compete in the NPC. It made sense for me to drop out of competitive bodybuilding completely and follow my fitness-modeling venture. This was great, because I was now getting paid for what I love to do, and there was no pressure to satisfy judges with the physique they wanted.  It’s now solely a “you vs. you” mentality for me. Many people told me that they were inspired by me and wanted to know how I achieved my physique. I then became a certified personal trainer through the American College of Sports Medicine so I could help people reach their goals.  Although I am certified, I firmly believe that the certification means very little. I realized anyone could become a trainer without any real world experience in the gym.  Now, my goal is to create the most aesthetic physique possible, while inspiring others to do the same.  There are no specific dates that I must be in shape, for me, its everyday.  I’ve implemented fitness into my everyday life and it’s made me a better student, soldier, and person.  I strive to share with you the quality of life that I’ve received from fitness.

[beccasafan]

One Direction on Jeopardy!

2012-05-07: POP CULTURE You might stay "Up All Night" listening to this boy band heard here One Direction 2013-06-28: ROCK GROUP NAMES This "Up All Night" British boy band chose its name because it would sound good when announced on "The X Factor" One Direction 2013-07-30: MUSIC One Direction is Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson & this lad from Cheshire Harry Styles 2014-02-19: 21st CENTURY MUSIC "Apologize" if you get this Ryan Tedder band mixed up with One Direction One Republic 2014-05-22: POP MUSIC OF TODAY This British boy band gave us the immodestly titled "Best Song Ever" One Direction 2014-07-21: FASHION STARS The last name of this fashionable member of One Direction is a synonym for "fashions" Styles 2014-12-04: "N"TERTAINMENT First names in One Direction are Harry, Liam, Zayn, Louis & this one Niall 2015-06-15: NEW MUSICAL SUPERGROUPS Rage Against the Direction Rage Against the Machine & One Direction 2016-04-12: POP MUSIC In 2015 Zayn Malik officially quit this band One Direction 2016-09-12: "BEST" WISHES A lyric by One Direction reminisces, "And we danced all night to" this "the best song ever" 2016-10-26: MUSICAL ACTS In 2016 this end-of-the-alphabet refugee from One Direction debuted at No. 1 with his first solo album Zayn Malik 2016-11-09: POP CULTURE In 2016 this member of One Direction became a dad to a lad named Freddie Louis Tomlinson 2017-02-14: TIME TO PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER A song by them says, "The story of my life, I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm" One Direction 2017-05-17: WOMEN OF MUSIC Nicknamed "T-Swizzle", she teamed with One Directioner Zayn Malik for "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" Taylor Swift 2018-02-06: ENTERTAINE"D" Harry Styles made his big-screen acting debut in this World War II-set film of 2017 Dunkirk 2018-04-06: THEIR BIGGEST BILLBOARD HITS "Best Song Ever" One Direction 2018-07-09: BOYS IN THE BAND Liam, Harry, Louis, Niall One Direction 2019-01-14: DRESSED ALIKE Back in 2013 Victoria Beckham & this "fashionable" One Direction member wore the same Burberry button-down shirt Harry Styles 2019-05-02: "FOR" A SONG Zayn Malik & Taylor Swift teamed up on this song from "Fifty Shades Darker" "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" 2019-06-10: "GOLD" RECORDS One Direction, Fitz & the Tantrums & Graham Parker & the Rumour have all recorded songs titled this "Fool's Gold" 2019-06-21: POP MUSIC Here's a "Sign Of The Times" -- he's a real Cheshire cat Harry Styles 2019-06-27: ON YOUTUBE Among the music videos spoofed on Shane Dawson's channel are One Direction's "Story Of My Life" & her "Wrecking Ball" Miley Cyrus 2020-04-10: MODERN MUSIC This member of One Direction had No. 1 solo albums with his self-titled solo debut & "Fine Line" Harry Styles 2020-04-29: BILLBOARD MUSIC AWARDS Named Top New Artist in 2017, Zayn was formerly a member of this group that won the award in 2013 One Direction 2021-05-18: PLAYING TODAY'S HITS "Adore You" was a post-boy band hit for this Brit Harry Styles 2021-11-30: A SWEET READ A Richard Brautigan post-apocalyptic novel title mentions this fruit's "Sugar", just like Harry Styles did in a hit song watermelon 2022-01-07: THEIR FIRST TOP 10 SOLO HIT "Pillowtalk" in 2016, by a former boy bander Zayn (Malik) 2022-09-20: ENTERTAIN "YOU" Harry Styles befriends a lonely fish in the video for this solo 2019 hit that says, "I'd walk through fire for you" "Adore You" 2022-11-15: PLAYING THE HITS OF 2022 "As It Was", a solo song by this Brit, took one direction to the top spot on the Hot 100 Styles

2022-12-05: A PACK OF LIES One Direction sang of these title 3-word fibs, "you like playing games" "Little White Lies"

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[cinemapremi]

Top 10 underrated Hollywood movies! Must Watch

Get ready for a movie adventure! We're diving into some awesome Hollywood movies you might not have heard much about. These films may not be blockbusters, but they sure pack a punch in storytelling. Join us on a journey beyond the usual and discover these hidden gems. Top 10 Inspiring Hindi Movies! Epic War Films: A Must-Watch List from Dunkirk to Saving Private Ryan Top Sci-Fi Films That Will Blow Your Mind! Short Term 12 (2013): Release Year: 2013 IMDb Rating: 8.0/10 Genre: Drama Star Cast: Brie Larson, John Gallagher Jr., Rami Malek Director: Destin Daniel Cretton Description: An emotionally resonant drama set in a foster care facility, exploring the lives of the staff and the troubled teenagers under their care. Fun Fact: Brie Larson's performance in this film earned her critical acclaim, foreshadowing her later success in "Room" and "Captain Marvel." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhS6tvSb0UQ&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesIndie Moon (2009): Release Year: 2009 IMDb Rating: 7.9/10 Genre: Sci-Fi, Drama Star Cast: Sam Rockwell, Kevin Spacey (voice) Director: Duncan Jones Description: A thought-provoking sci-fi film where Sam Rockwell plays a solitary astronaut nearing the end of his three-year stint on the Moon. Fun Fact: Duncan Jones, the director, is the son of legendary musician David Bowie. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0tKKsgip-Y&t=11s&ab_channel=MOVIEPREDICTOR In Bruges (2008): Release Year: 2008 IMDb Rating: 7.9/10 Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama Star Cast: Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleeson, Ralph Fiennes Director: Martin McDonagh Description: A darkly comedic crime film following two hitmen hiding out in the Belgian city of Bruges after a job goes awry. Fun Fact: The film's title is a play on words, as "In Bruges" sounds like "in brugge," which means "in bridges" in Dutch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-gG2qo_l_A&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013): Release Year: 2013 IMDb Rating: 7.3/10 Genre: Adventure, Comedy, Drama Star Cast: Ben Stiller, Kristen Wiig, Sean Penn Director: Ben Stiller Description: A heartwarming adventure about a daydreamer who embarks on a real-life quest of self-discovery and adventure. Fun Fact: The film features breathtaking cinematography, showcasing picturesque landscapes from Greenland to Iceland. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD6cy4PBQPI&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers A Single Man (2009): Release Year: 2009 IMDb Rating: 7.6/10 Genre: Drama, Romance Star Cast: Colin Firth, Julianne Moore Director: Tom Ford Description: An emotionally powerful drama about a college professor coping with the death of his partner. Fun Fact: Tom Ford, the director, is a renowned fashion designer making his directorial debut with this film. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ell2a6o_6lY&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesClassicTrailers The Nice Guys (2016): Release Year: 2016 IMDb Rating: 7.4/10 Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime Star Cast: Russell Crowe, Ryan Gosling Director: Shane Black Description: A hilarious and entertaining buddy cop film set in 1970s Los Angeles, featuring Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling. Fun Fact: The film's retro style and humor received praise, but it unfortunately didn't perform well at the box office. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQR5zsLHbYw&ab_channel=WarnerBros.Pictures A Ghost Story (2017): Release Year: 2017 IMDb Rating: 6.8/10 Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Romance Star Cast: Casey Affleck, Rooney Mara Director: David Lowery Description: A contemplative exploration of time, love, and loss, told through the perspective of a ghost. Fun Fact: The film is known for its unique and extended "pie-eating" scene, which became a talking point among viewers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19D1QeHmUdM&ab_channel=KinoCheck.com Safety Not Guaranteed (2012): Release Year: 2012 IMDb Rating: 7.0/10 Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance Star Cast: Aubrey Plaza, Mark Duplass Director: Colin Trevorrow Description: A quirky sci-fi comedy about a man who claims to have invented time travel, and the journalists investigating his story. Fun Fact: The film originated from a classified ad that read, "Wanted: Someone to go back in time with me." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73jSnAs7mq8&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers These movies offer diverse genres and unique storytelling, making them hidden gems for those seeking quality cinema beyond the mainstream. We hope you found some new favorites. These films might not have made it big at the box office, but they've got heart and soul. So, the next time you're searching for something different, give these underrated treasures a shot. Happy watching! 🎬✨ Also checkout: Read the full article

[denimbex1986]

'He’s one of the best cinematographers in the business: Hoyte van Hoytema. He has been Christopher Nolan’s go-to guy since 2014’s Interstellar, but has also collaborated as a director of photography with David O. Russell (The Fighter), Spike Jonze (Her), Sam Mendes on a James Bond movie (Spectre) and Jordan Peele (Nope). And now that the fall film festival is underway, Van Hoytema will be receiving his “flowers” from industry specialists, collecting awards and recognitions for his previous work, as well as the current Nolan movie that’s still cleaning up at the box office: the magnificent Oppenheimer.

It has been announced that Hoyte Van Hoytema will be honored with Variety’s Creative Impact Award at the 26th annual SCAD Savannah Film Festival. This year’s SCAD Savannah Film Festival will run from Oct. 21 through Oct. 28, but the ceremony honoring Van Hoytema will be held on Sunday, October 22. The full festival line-up will be announced on Oct. 6, and now I’m genuinely curious if a screening of Oppenheimer might be part of this year’s programming.

Oppenheimer has been one of the most encouraging stories of the year with in regards to the push for bringing audiences back to movie theaters. Coupled with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie, the marketing sensation known collectively as “Barbenheimer” led to massive box office receipts, packed theaters, and reams of critical praise for both films – which likely will help both movies as they enter into the ongoing awards race that dominates the back half of every calendar year.

And that’s what makes the SCAD Savannah Film Festival such an important stop on the annual awards train. It’s prime placement in October makes it an ideal showcase festival between the Labor Day weekend trio of Telluride, Toronto, and Venice. And in years past, movies that have sparked some buzz at those festivals have turned up their heat by playing at the SCAD Savannah Film Festival, which last year played host to Martin McDonagh’s The Banshees of Inisherin, Rian Johnson’s delightful sequel Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery, the dark comedy The Menu, Sarah Polley’s Women Talking, and Darren Aronofsky’s The Whale, which eventually earned Brendan Fraser his Oscar.

Maybe that means that Hoyte Van Hoytema can collect his first Oscar for cinematography, after being nominated for Chris Nolan’s Dunkirk but losing out to Roger Deakins and his work on the incredible Blade Runner 2049. If you are going to lose to anyone, might as well lose to a legend…'

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Oppenheimer (15): Fission + Fusion = Cinematic Brilliance.

#onemannsmovies review of "Oppenheimer" (2023). #OppenheimerFilm. Nolan's stunning biopic that demands to be seen on the big screen. 5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Oppenheimer” (2023). The “Barbenheimer” tag for this week’s releases is slightly bonkers since you could hardly imagine two more different films than “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer”! Both have been packing cinema screens this weekend (hooray!). “Barbie” was surprisingly good. But, having had disappointments from Nolan (“Dunkirk“, I’m specifically looking at you here!)…

[mermaidsirennikita]

Barbenheimer review!!

Haha well

First off, I loved the *experience*. I love going to the movies, but I don't know that I've ever done a double feature in a theater before--there just haven't been many movies that would motivate me to do so, and my money is usually kinda tight, and my parents certainly never did that when we were kids because money was DEF tight and I'm one of four children. I suspect studios will attempt to replicate this shit, but it's not going to work (at least, not as well). The Oppenheimer theater I was in (saw that first, thank God) was about 80% full. The Barbie theater was completely packed. I went with a couple of female friends, neither of whom would normally see Oppenheimer, lol.

I should add--I'm not a big Nolan fan. I have seen, SOMEHOW, all but like, three of his movies, so I actually know what I'm talking about with him--and I think I can say I legitimately like Memento, I like things about The Dark Night and hate other things about The Dark Knight, I appreciate Dunkirk as a spectacle but don't think I would have liked it if I hadn't seen it in a theater, I ironically enjoy parts of Tenet (I think it's like... bad, but I really love the dynamic JDW and RPattz created), and the ONLY movie of his that I love is The Prestige. To me, everything else he's done since is chasing the greatness of The Prestige, you will never convince me that isn't his best work. And EVEN THEN. I think The Prestige, like many movies of its ilk including the Good Plot of Oppenheimer, is chasing Amadeus (1984).

I don't think Oppenheimer is bad. I think that Oppenheimer would absolutely be getting shit on for certain things if anyone other than Christopher Nolan did them, as is often the case with Nolan movies because filmbros give Nolan a pass so often; and I think it is grounded and maybe saved by a very good performance from Cillian Murphy (and I gotta say, it's a testament both to issues in the script and the power of the Murphy filmography that this is not Cillian's best work ever, it's still very good and he's set for a nom for sure) and... as much as I loathe to say this... the best work RDJ, a dude I can't stand, has done in years. I think the movie does a solid job of simplifying what is a very complex story and history (.... sometimes too much) and I think it does a decent job of portraying someone who did something really bad and then regretted it in a fairly gray manner. The movie sympathizes with Oppenheimer, but I don't necessarily think it like... lionizes him. It shows that he's a genius, but like, he was; it shows that he realized that he Fucked Up and tried to advocate for a safer usage of nuclear weapons; but he did.

Here's where we run into issues. This movie absolutely did not fucking need to be 3 hours long. There is NO. WAY. This shit needed to be as long as it was. We didn't need that much backstory of Oppenheimer in school, and Oppenheimer becoming a professor, and the bones of the Manhattan Project. The really interesting shit in this movie, I've gotta be real with you, is not the bomb. The really interesting shit in this movie is the aftermath of the bomb, the realization of Huge Mistakes, and the subsequent "betrayal" by a government that never gave a fuck about human beings, including Oppenheimer. The Red Scare of it all, and the creeping resentment Lewis Strauss felt towards Oppenheimer and the scientific community at large, which I gotta say, Nolan could've leaned into even more considering how that thread connects to the resentment right wing politicians especially feel towards not only the scientific community but academic at large to this. There's where the story felt alive--the Mozart and Salieri of it all, the PRESTIGE of it all. What is compelling is not a big bomb or tons of scientists repeatedly going "you're brilliant, Oppy, but you gotta figure out whether or not you're a Commie and plan accordingly", it is THAT. That tension. One of the best parts of the movie was Chekhov's Rami Malek, because it was the culmination of that tension, you know? Also, the FIVE BILLION TIMES we had Strauss flash back to Albert Einstein giving him a bitchy look. That kind of character tension is where it's at.

But Christopher Nolan is perhaps the most aggressively WHITE MALE filmmakers of all time, so it's really not surprising to me that he thought that The Bomb was equally interesting, and that we needed six billion shots of marbles representing uranium, or whatever.

And the thing is, for all that the movie is way too long, it also skips over shit that is incredibly important. I don't necessarily think the movie needed to delve into Hiroshima and Nagasaki on an "on the ground" level, frankly because I don't think Nolan has the range and I also think that the way it affected Oppenheimer was both direct and indirect, and the film communicated that fairly well. But as much time as the movie spent in Los Alamos, as much time as we saw beautiful shots of the area, and Oppenheimer riding horses around there with his wife, we had maaaaybe five throwaway lines about indigenous people? And like, no acknowledgment of the long term physical, financial, and emotional effects the project had on the community there. That is DIRECT. They were literally right there. And again, I don't think Nolan has the range, but when so much of your behemoth of a film takes place. Right there. It just seems insane to ignore it.

Additionally, Christopher Nolan remains incapable of writing women and convincing romantic relationships, even when he's going off of a biography of a guy whose romantic relationships were quite interesting. Florence Pugh is in like, less than 10 minutes of this movie despite having done so much promo. Jean Tatlock is given so little characterization that if you didn't understand what was happening with her before the movie, I don't know that you would fully get that she was severely depressed and not just Kind of a Bitch until she kills herself. And of course, there is like, a vague allusion to her struggle with her sexuality, which contributed to that depression, but it's not explicit. The scene where she makes him read The Line to her while he's inside her is... I wanna know.... is that like something Nolan read as a rumor to have happened or did he just make it up? Lotta questions there on a lotta levels.

I don't mind the nudity in Florence's scenes, obviously; I don't mind the sex scenes, though the second one was SUPER WEIRD (and by the second one I mean the time Oppenheimer and his wife imagined him naked with Jean riding him during his 1954 questioning). But I found the positioning of Jean as the angry whore figure to Kitty's Corrupted Madonna as super odd. Like, why is Jean shown naked so often, whereas Kitty, Oppenheimer's wife with whom he had a colorful sexual history, who in general was known to be kind of a voracious woman... Never depicted in a sexual light? Why is Jean just Kind of a Sad Bitch until she dies, and Kitty is another sad bitch who is drunk in BASICALLY. EVERY. SCENE and like, hating being a mom and little else? And like, Kitty was a known alcoholic who struggled with motherhood and had a volatile relationship with her husband. But lol, with all the fucking run time this movie had, you could've given more time to making Jean and Kitty seem like people versus thorns in his side, while keeping them flawed. Just like you could've mentioned more about the OTHER dark side of Los Alamos.

Also, one of the best scenes of the movie was in fact Oppenheimer crying in a forest over his dead mistress while his drunk wife rides up on a horse (I assume they don't let her drive a car because she literally can't drop her purse without a flask falling out of it) and is like "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN". It would've been even better if these emotional bonds had been better cemented. Same with the scene where Kitty stepped up during the interrogation and went "THAT'S MY MAN RIGHT OR WRONG. AND MAYBE I WAS A COMMUNIST IDK I WAS DRUNK."

And let's be fucking real, there are so many things about this movie that filmbros would nitpick if it wasn't Nolan. Einstein appearing out of the shadows randomly in the middle of the night in his cozy sweater to be like "shit bro, sucks that they're Red Scare-ing you". The moment in the end where they were like "and a junior senator from MASSACHUSETS didn't like what you did to Oppy" and I held my breath and went "oh my God" and they went "... and that senator? JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY". The "read The Line You'll Say Later When the Bomb Blows Up Right Now When You're About the Blow Up Inside Me" moment. That shit is so cliche, and I don't mind (most of) it in theory, but if ANYONE ELSE did it, they would be getting dragged, and if this movie was made for people other than white guys, it would be getting dragged, but because it's Nolan, it's fine.

So those are my Oppenheimer thoughts.

My thoughts on Barbie are less complex. I think it was a better movie; I think Ryan Gosling absolutely deserves an Oscar nom; I laughed a LOT. It didn't change my life or tell me things I didn't already know, but I didn't need it to. I think the visuals were great, the costume/set/production designers really came the fuck through.

I will say lol.... I do think you can see where Greta was toned down, because Greta is a very white feminist filmmaker. And honestly, she needs a tempering hand. I think this is probably my favorite work of hers aside from Little Women, which also had a tempering hand. Like, in this case, I think that having a surface level understanding of feminism and patriarchy works for a movie like this. Because while the movie is satire, it's also extreme capitalism, and it kind of goes without saying that it can't go beyond surface level.

I think there is something to be said about like... the reality of Barbie versus what this movie was selling as Barbie, and there is something so interesting about the movie both acknowledging that and totally sidestepping it. Like, that's some fascinating shit, when you really think about it.

I would've preferred a movie where Ken and Barbie fell in love, but I guess I'm just a bad feminist (lol and I had no expectation that the movie would have them fall in love walking in--I'd pretty much figured out the plot before I began the film). I also think that the movie didn't fully make me understand why Barbie wanted to be a human, at all. Like, the human world honestly sucks balls (not in a fun way), and it felt like Barbieland was more actualized and real at the end, so. Why leave. Why would ANYONE leave. If I was America Ferrera, I would pack up my dorky husband and daughter and stay there.

I did love the mother/daughter themes; I loved the "you're so beautiful" moment. I loved the Ken War. I was surprised by how it was acknowledged that women being expected to be everything was Bad, Actually and maybe we do just wanna fucking chill the fuck out and some of us want to do nothing and be moms.

So like, I have Intellectual Critiques of Barbie, but to be clear, I did have a great time and I did laugh throughout and the theater was really fun and I want to see it again. It was a totally enjoyable experience, and I think that movie is going to stay in minds and stand the test of time and be something people watch with the future generations.

But. Lol. They Cloned Tyrone was better than either of them.