#loved charlie's accent

[roennq]

Too bad there was only one season of The Defenders. Would have loved to see more of the four heroes banding together to save their little corner of the world, and perhaps with a little help from one Frank Castle (Matt trying to keep Frank in line as they work together to save the day would have been really fun to watch).

[the-ace-with-spades]

(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

[soypimling]

Saw this video on twitter blacked out and now I have this

[glowyfissh]

whats up yuurivoice gang i just bought an ipad and got procreate and stuff heres the freak i drew on magma io with my stink (gabe)

really poorly drawn blood warning AHHHHHHH!!!!!

of course tumblr hates me and butchered the quality but ok

other stuff

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Davey: Ok Jack, but just don’t…sing to them.

Race: That bitch is halfway down the street!

Davey: Is he-

Race: Oh, he’s dancing

Davey: *despairing groans*

[blueiight]

its so telling how louis says “for claudia all humans died with charlie” speaking to the veracity of her grief for him and what charlie represented to her: her last mortal link to the life that she had b4 leslou in that charlie recalls the area around to the rooming home claudia was in and claudia talks about what she remembered - the dollhouse across the street from where she was living - and her first love. the officer the first man she killed called her a devil and the first boy, the last , the only boy she would ever love on this earth called her an angel. the way claudia pursues charlie so - veins like rivers, she says - waiting over the balcony for him to come to her, eating what tastes like garbage for her on a date…

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

'Daredevil' star Charlie Cox is losing money on stage  

By Confidential NEW YORK DAILY NEWS  Jul 02, 2016  (X)

"Daredevil" star Charlie Cox may soon be out of the red.

The 33-year-old Netflix star has essentially been losing money by starring in the off-Broadway play "Incognito" because of his visa status. But he will finally break even when the show closes on July 10.

"I didn't have the right visa and I really wanted to do the play, so I had to pay a visa adaptation fee, which is basically the same amount as the entire run," the British actor told Confidential at a Netflix event at the St. Regis Hotel in Midtown.

Cox doesn't seem too worried about his questionable business decision, which he says cost him around $8,000 before the first performance.

"You don't do a play to make money," he said. "It's Off-Broadway. It's not covering my rent and I'm in a fortunate situation where I'm on a television show and I know that we're doing 'The Defenders,' which is a spin-off of the show later this year. So I just keep the purse strings tighter during the run of the play."

According to Cox, living on a budget isn't so bad.

"To be honest I'm not a big spender. I hate cabs, I take public transport everywhere," he said. According to Cox, he rarely buys clothes and likes to cook, which help makes ends meet, too.

"I'm not a big star so you can't demand those huge paychecks when you sign on," he said. "I do fine, no complaints. No residuals on Netflix, of course, so that's...part of their brilliant business."

Maybe it's because he's a Brit, but Cox has a Fourth of July tradition that's also fairly modest.

"I watch 'Jaws,'" he said. "It's one of my favorite movies and it takes place over July 4 weekend. Two years ago I went to watch it at BAM. Last year I was with my best friends and girlfriend and we were in Norfolk and we'd been swimming all day. We rented a little cottage and put it on there."

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[simptasia]

why didn't charlie call claire "luv". why didn't he throw out a casual luv at his friends. he's a northerner what else is he good for

[wysteria-clad]

He is so used to being called 'handsome' and 'hot', he was surprised when she called him smart. Love him 😂💕

[janebonbon]

I love learning Polish so much.. I am trying to learn so much as I can!! Language is so facinating too, isn't it? The words we say and choose tell so much about characters (and the words they don't)!

I hope to one day get to the point to translating something like the Welcome Home website, because it's so fun to me!! To take my hyperfixation of WH and add it into my facination and obsession with Polish language? Augh! It pushes me to do better and better...

Like pokemon or something! To be the very best like no one ever was... hahaha!

[catzgam3rz]

*nods knowingly* Backflipo Backflipo.....

[somethingblu3]

please tell me someone else has watched King of Thieves/The Hatton Garden Job it's such a cute movie and i need some Basil fanfic.

[purposefully-lost]

The fact that Charlie kind of thinks of himself as stupid and slow when he's not at all </3

[mads-is-tired]

i’m almost done with the second episode of the suckening and it’s so goddamn funny i love this campaign i’ve laughed the whole time. and if i’m not laughing i’m having an “oh shit” moment it’s so good

[kanerallels]

Gosh I love writing my original characters

[waugh-bao]