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sistermercury · 1 month
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One nervous hand pressed against Phillipe’s cheekbone, as if worried that a slight pressure would break him. Please wake up. Just once. Please just wake up and see me and know I’m here. Know I’m here and I came back. Nothing. Tommy watched Phillipe’s eyes flicker beneath the almost wine-dark skin of his eyelids, and knew he was not in his mind, and barely in his body.
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lordbettany · 9 months
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Aneurin Barnard - War Time Moodboard
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sweetlullabyebye · 1 year
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Decided to take screenshots of Tommy and Gibson -I'm at my third rewatch of Dunkirk (2017) of the month so might as well do something with that (last time was paying attention to details, before that it was paying attention to the sound, and now it's taking pictures like I'm the mother in Mean Girls)-:
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(I'd say click on the images for better quality but I'm afraid I suck at screenshots)
(For those who can't see it's just Tommy and Gibson from Dunkirk being sad and doing crime)
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dunkirk-creators · 2 years
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“OH DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?” | WRITING MASTERPOST
We got a couple entries for this months challenge, all of them explicit bc we in the dunkirk server are thorsty leedle creechures. Thank you to all entrants and we hope to see you again next month!
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he's sick and he's taken but honest (he tells me to "shut up, i got this.") | ShipperTrash140109
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pairing/character: Alex & Gibson & Tommy, Alex/Gibson, Alex/Gibson/Tommy
word count: 3311
summary: there’s a framed photo of them and their friends sitting on the coffee table. It’s a photo from Alex’s 22nd last weekend. Tommy lets his eyes float over himself, Collins, Peter and George, and then Alex and Philippe. His gaze lingers on the eye contact between them, the smirk on Alex’s lips. He was sure something was going on. Why would they not tell him, though? Alex didn’t really keep secrets, why would a relationship be the exception?
We're The Ones Setting The Pace | nazgularepeopletoo
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pairing/character: Commander Bolton/Colonel Winnant
word count: 699
summary: There's a first time for everything, and this was one for Winnant.
When I Knew Love's Perfect Ache | YouDontRememberTheSomme
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pairing/character: Gibson/Tommy
word count: 704
summary: Gibson slid his hand into Tommy’s trousers, giving him a long-suffering look. “Shh,” is all he says- the first sound Tommy’s heard from him.
OR "Oh, do you ever shut up?" for Dunkirk Creator's October prompt.
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lowleee · 3 years
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All we did is survive
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That’s enough.
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imaginesbymk · 4 years
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Dating Gibson Would Include...
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requested by anonymous
speaking french with him
writing to each other every day while he’s at war
kissing you nonstop
pda
late night dates
both of you enjoying coffee, tea, biscuits, etc
listening to music
slow dancing together
spending as much time as you can with him before he is sent off
him keeping a photograph of you/you and him while he’s away
owning a locket with a photograph of him inside
admiring his bravery, even if he can’t show it
missing him like crazy
giving you cute nicknames in french
thinking about you every day
having plans if he returned home from war
thinking ahead and rushing to wanting a future together
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varls · 4 years
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OPERATION DYNAMO ANNIVERSARY (may 27 to june 4, 1940)  nine characters for nine days of evacuation — day two: philippe hugo guillet / gibson
français! je suis français.
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eggsyjpg · 4 years
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DUNKIRK WRITING SERVER | ‘DISPOSABLE CAMERA’
The writing server has completed our second prompt! Big thank you to everyone who added and for our wonderful mods keeping us all on track! The prompt was ‘Person C just got their disposable camera photos back, there's some very incriminating background activity from Person A and Person B’. We didn’t have too many entries this round but you can find the ao3 collection {here}. And If you’re interested in joining our server, check us out here: [x]
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But silence is the match that's gonna burn us down | Magic_Axolotl
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pairing/character: Gibson/Phillippe, Tommy, Alex 
word count: 1,303
summary: Were they kissing? Or were they murmuring into each other’s ears as they do so often lately? His chest ached but he refused to put a label to what he was feeling.
Was he just a silent and passive spectator watching their lives go by without actually entangling his to theirs? He wanted to know what was going on. He needed to.
got no shame | alaqatzam
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pairing/character: Gibson/Philippe x Tommy, Alex 
word count: 2,192
summary: Alex is understandably upset when all of his achievements are undermind by his friends questionable acts in the background of his photos and videos. but maybe he's not as innocent in this 'crime' as he likes to think.
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incorrectdunkirk · 5 years
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Gibson: Fist me.
Alex: I- What the fuck?
Gibson: *holds out his fist for fist bump*
Alex: Right, that's what you- Right, okay, God, Jesus fucking Chr-
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sistermercury · 3 months
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In his time to walk, and think, and cry, and agonize, Phillipe thinks on a boy in a greatcoat, one who has become a sort of imagined ghost, walking behind him or sitting beside him, answering him in his head. Phillipe dwelled on him in a way he’d stopped doing for his own fallen squadron, maybe because Tommy was some great unanswered mystery, not lying dead in the street somewhere. Maybe he was gone, without Phillipe to stay one minute ahead for both of them, and was following him around until Phillipe came to the long overdue conclusion that he was dead too, and they could head into the void, walking across the beach together one last time.
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lordbettany · 10 months
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Choose your Pokemon: Aneurin Barnard Edition Part II
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sweetlullabyebye · 1 year
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Cannot get over how Gibson from Dunkirk (2017) is just so kind. I don't know if it's the right word, but motherfucker really went out of his way more than once to help others, in a way we don't see anyone else do. And maybe it's because of his guilt or whatever, but he's constantly helping Tommy -helping him hide, opening the ship's door, throwing him a rope to stay afloat- even when others aren't doing it, are saving their own skin first -which is understandable, the movie repeatedly shows us the importance of survival and how saving oneself is so crucial-. So you see men on boats shouting to be taken home, you hear people trapped in a sinking ship begging to get out, and yet even when he's in danger himself -Gibson is still trying to help. I don't even know what I'm trying to argue here, but Gibson makes me so fucking sad, and his attempts at surviving, while also taking care of others, is so... yeah.
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dunkirk-creators · 3 years
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DAY/NIGHT | ART MASTERPOST
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lowleee · 3 years
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FRANÇAIS. JE SUIS FRANÇAIS. 프랑스인. 난 프랑스인이야.
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Train of thought (Alex x f!reader)
Requested by: @medicineclouds​
Request: Alex (Dunkirk) Fluff/Angst Imagine about when you are at the train waiting for him and you remember all of the times before he enlisted? And she’s like lost in her thoughts and he sneaks up behind her.
Warnings: small talk of war
A/n: So I am writing imagine in random orders so yea
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You where at the train station, waiting for any or all trains to arrive. After the call went out for Dunkirk you knew you wanted to go there to see if he would be among the arrivals. You desperately hoped he would be. It would be a lie to believe there wasn’t a chance he wouldn’t be. He was a good man and strong, but you knew lots of women and mothers who knew their sons or husbands or boyfriends to those of you who hadn’t had a chance to marry, won’t returning and you prayed you would be lucky, that yours would return to you.
You waited nervously, pacing back and forth in front of the benches. You didn’t know when any of the trains would arrive or how full or empty they would be. Your hand were shaking and sweaty as the nerves took over.
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The two of you had met at a nightclub. You and your friends had decided for a night out and so you went to the best nightclub in town. That’s were you met when he came up and asked you to dance and you happily excepted. He was nice and had a smile that never seemed to disappear. 
After that the two of you started going out more and more. He loved to plan surprise dates, usually at some of his favorite spots in town. He liked showing you every little spot he could find that was pretty and undisturbed by the rest of the town.
You enjoyed most the days out in the country on a picnic, where he would talk of traveling, wanting to take you everywhere and see everything. He had so many hopes and dreams. He was a very optimistic person and could bring you joy even on the most cloudy of days. 
He also loved going bowling, it was something the two of you often did with your friends. The two of you had many good nights at the bowling alley. If you won’t on the same team the two of you would get really competitive which sometimes was a fun thing to watch. He would get to cocky and end up falling on the bowling lane, you would laugh and run over to him helping him up giving him a kiss on the cheek. 
Two years of dating the war started. He signed up immediately, it wasn’t that he wanted to fight but he knew he needed too. The day he told you he had signed up you cried. You wanted to beg him to change his mind, but you knew him well enough, you knew he felt like he had to go.
Before you knew it he had left and the only thing you had was the memories, the few letters you got, and the hope he would come back.
You listened to the radio anytime you could, hoping wherever he was that he was safe.
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Now here you were waiting for a train that would either bring good news or bad news. How badly you wished to know.
Soon enough you heard the train pulling into the station. Everyone erupted in cheers at the sight of the soldiers in the train, but you couldn’t cheer, not yet.
As the doors opened soldiers flooded out and you were lost in a sea of bodies. Most moved so fast you hadn’t had time to see their faces. 
You started to feel worried looking around at all the faces. If he was here he was going to be harder to spot and if he wasn’t you wouldn’t know until everyone left.
You honestly didn’t know which way to look. There were eight train cars and each seemed to triple the amount of soldiers in them than normal.
Through all your worry you didn’t see Alex, but he saw you. A smile formed on his face at the sight of you, how he had missed you.
He hurried through the soldiers making is way to you, still unseen, he thought of what he should say to you.
Finally he reached you, smiling at the smell of your perfume, he had got you before he had left but you had insisted you didn’t like the smell of it.
“I new you would like that perfume.” He spoke smiling as he saw you jump at his voice.
You turned to see him a smile forming on your face at the sight of him. You wrapped him in a hug which he happily returned and kissed your forehead. He was covered in oil, but at the moment you didn’t care, he was home. 
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So it’s not really angst but I still hope you like it :)
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