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denimbex1986 · 1 month

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'Following the events of the new Netflix limited series Ripley, the enigmatic con artist went on to continue his sinister career as a professional scammer. The psychological thriller is based on the renowned 1955 novel The Talented Mr. Ripley by celebrated novelist Patricia Highsmith, the first of her 5-part "Ripley" book series that also includes Ripley Under Ground and Ripley's Game. The Talented Mr. Ripley has been adapted several times for film and television, but none have been shot completely in monochrome until Steven Zallian's Ripley. Zallian, the Academy Award-winning screenwriter of Schindler's List, American Gangster, and The Irishman, wrote and directed the entire 8-episode miniseries.

Tom Ripley, who uses several different aliases and also acquires many places of residence throughout Ripley, is a master of disguise and deceit. He is drawn to murder once his true identity of being an elaborate con man faces the threat of being exposed. Tom has conned his way from a lowly life of scamming and thievery in New York City to becoming incredibly wealthy in Italy thanks to a supposed old friend, Dickie Greenleaf (Johnny Flynn). Ripley's cast is led by an exceptionally chilling Andrew Scott (Fleabag, Black Mirror, All of Us Strangers) as the titular treacherous protagonist. By the end of Zallian's Ripley, Tom has orchestrated a way to frame his murder of Dickie Greenleaf as a suicide by successfully convincing Dickie's concerned girlfriend Marge Sherwood (Dakota Fanning) and a determined Inspector Ravini (Maurizio Lombardi).

Ripley has received rave reviews from critics upon its April 4, 2024 release exclusively on Netflix. Ripley brings to light the lengths that monsters like Tom will go to in the name of self-preservation, using chilling methodology and calculation to be seen as significant by means of material wealth and social access. Even after Tom escapes to England in the final moments of Ripley, he does not seem satisfied, only aware of what it feels like to wear Dickie's clothes, flaunt Dickie's ring, and stare at Dickie's artwork while ultimately feeling nothing at all. Ripley is a chilling first entry of a magnificent book series by Highsmith, which continues with Tom living a new life in France six years after the events of The Talented Mr. Ripley.

10. Tom Lives A Lavish Life With His Heiress Wife In France

In Ripley Book 2: Ripley Under Ground

Ripley Book 2, titled Ripley Under Ground, which was published in 1970, some fifteen years after The Talented Mr. Ripley. The book takes place in the summer of 1968, which is about the time that it would have been written by Highsmith. Tom has settled down in France in Ripley Under Ground and is married to a prominent French heiress named Héloïse Plisson, who has suspicions about how Tom acquired his money but never pries too deeply. In some ways, Héloïse is a combination of Dickie and Marge from The Talented Mr. Ripley, with Dickie's casual attitude as well as Marge's underlying suspicions towards Tom.

9. Tom Establishes An Art Forgery Scheme After Painter's Death

In Ripley Book 2: Ripley Under Ground

Tom's big scam in Ripley Under Ground involves a massive art forgery operation. He became a silent partner of an organization known as Derwatt Ltd., which sells official works of the celebrated painter Philip Derwatt. Derwatt, however, is reported missing and has been presumed to be dead for years, although the general public is unaware of this. As a result, Tom enlists another painter named Bernard Tufts to impersonate Derwatt and paint original works on his behalf. Tom's corrupt operation is flawless until an American collector named Thomas Murchison claims one of the paintings to be fraudulent.

8. Tom Has An Accomplice To Murder In Book 2

In Ripley Book 2: Ripley Under Ground

Bernard Tufts, who feels incredibly guilty for his role in Tom's art forgery scheme, eventually becomes Tom's accomplice to the murder of the American art collector. After Tom kills Murchison, he enlists the help of Bernard to dispose of the body. This only worsens Barnard's guilty conscience, who is contemplating coming clean about the whole ordeal to the police. While Bernard is a terrible accomplice to Tom in the murder of Murchison in Ripley Under Ground, it's the first time in the book series where Tom enlists the help of another person after committing a murder.

7. Reeves Minot Asks Tom To Commit Murder

In Ripley Book 3: Ripley's Game

Ripley Book 3 titled Ripley's Game was published in 1974. It was adapted into a feature film that starred John Malkovich as Tom Ripley. Reeves Minot, who Malkovich plays in Netflix's Ripley, appears in both Ripley Under Water and Ripley’s Game, but has a very suspicious request for Tom in the third Ripley book. Reeves Minot, who is a known high collar criminal in the United States, asks Tom to be a hitman at the start of Ripley's Game. Tom, still living lavishly in France with his wife Héloïse, refuses and tries to find Minot a suitable replacement for that type of job.

6. Tom Assists In The Assassination of A Mafioso

In Ripley Book 3: Ripley's Game

After Tom finds the right man for the job, a poor man named Jonathan Trevanny who is dying from leukemia, he appears to be out of the operation altogether. Trevanny successfully completes one hit for Minot, which inspires Minot to get him to agree to another hit on a Mafia boss. The plan is tragic as the terminally ill Trevanny is meant to kill the mafioso and then take his own life immediately after, since there will be little chance of escape. Tom intervenes and kills the mafioso for Trevanny and makes him promise not to tell Minot that he assisted in the assassination.

5. Tom's Life Is Saved By An Accomplice Named Trevanny

In Ripley Book 3: Ripley's Game

Tom's life is later saved by Trevanny once news gets out about his involvement on the assassination of the aforementioned mafioso. As mafia hitmen are just about to kill Tom, Trevanny acts as a human shield and saves Tom's life. Overall, Ripley's Game is much different from The Talented Mr. Ripley in that Tom has much more of a heart and a moral compass than he does in Highsmith's first Ripley novel. Tom surprisingly also does not have a big new scam like he had in the previous two novels, which is an indication of the tonal shifts that are to come for his character later in the series.

4. Tom Helps A Young American Fugitive Named Frank

In Ripley Book 4: The Boy Who Followed Ripley

Ripley Book number four, The Boy Who Followed Ripley, is the most unlike the rest of the Ripley novels, especially The Talented Mr. Ripley. In The Boy Who Followed Ripley, which was published in 1980, Tom continues to live comfortably at his French estate and has not participated much in his old life of crime. A mysterious boy comes to visit him at his house, claiming he's from the United States and his name is Billy. Tom discovers that Billy is actually Frank Pierson, the son of an American business tycoon. Frank eventually confesses that he killed his father by pushing him off a cliff and came to Tom because he thought he would be able to help him based on his questionable reputation.

3. Tom Plays More Of A Hero Role In Ripley Book 4

In Ripley Book 4: The Boy Who Followed Ripley

The Boy Who Followed Ripley is so much unlike the original The Talented Mr. Ripley novel in the way that Tom is acting like a responsible, but still shady, father figure for the first time in the series. It's unclear why Highsmith decided to switch up the tone of her Ripley series so drastically with The Boy Who Followed Ripley, but it does align with the overall sense of growth that Tom was beginning to demonstrate in Ripley's Game. It appears that after all in The Boy Who Followed Ripley, Tom does have a decent heart, which is stunning to consider after watching Netflix's Ripley. At one point in the book, Tom even dresses in drag in order to rescue Frank after he's been kidnapped.

2. Tom Is Accused Of Murdering Dickie Greenleaf & Thomas Murchison

In Ripley Book 5: Ripley Under Water

Tom's ghosts come back to haunt him in the final Ripley book, Ripley Under Water. The title is a notable reference to Tom's fear of water that he demonstrated in The Talented Mr. Ripley. Ripley Under Water was published in 1991 and sees Tom living a completely normal, quaint life still in France where he tends to his garden daily. Tom is confronted by an American named David Pritchard who is convinced that Tom murdered the art collector Thomas Murchison, which took place in Ripley's Game. David also starts to ask Tom questions about Dickie, bringing back Tom's very first murder in the original book. Tom must find ways to deflect Pritchard's accusations but does not resort to killing him, proving that Tom's life of murder could in fact be over by the end of the book series.

1. Tom Never Gets Caught For Any Of His Crimes

In Ripley Book 5: Ripley Under Water

Despite the effects of David Pritchard in Ripley Under Water, Tom Ripley gets away with it once again by the end of the fifth and final Ripley book. Shockingly, Pritchard does somehow discover Murchison's body and goes so far as to leave his skeleton on Tom's doorstep. Tom hides the body once again and leaves it in the pond outside the Pritchard family's home, which leads to another tragedy and indirect murder on Tom's behalf. Tom's blood-soaked hands never come clean in any of Highsmith's five Ripley books, cementing his status as one of the best literary con artists ever created. While there's no current indication that Ripley season 2 will be made at Netflix, there is certainly plenty of source material to work with.'

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itlivesingeneral · 2 years

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Waverly: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Ava: I only like dark humor.

Waverly, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Ava:

Waverly: An IMPASTA!

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Britney: I wanted to apologize.

Stacy: Good.

Britney: Let me finish. I wanted to, and then I realized, I’m not sorry.

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Ava: Casey, I’m going to need you to swear-

Casey: Fuck.

Ava: Swear as in promise.

Casey: Oh.

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Cora about Casey: Every grandparent wants to see their grandchild do well, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that watching my loser granddaughter fail at everything she tries has been pretty entertaining.

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Andy: Waverly, what are we going to do?

Waverly: What are you worried about? You’re so small they probably won’t even see you.

Andy: Is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Waverly: Andy, there’s never not a time because, just like you, life is short.

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*After Waverly (MC) gives Jane’s whistle back*

Noah: What did you do?

Waverly: Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t get mad at me.

Noah: What. Did. You. Do.

Waverly: Well first, I was minding my own business –

Noah, slamming his hand on the table: Bullshit!

Waverly: I WAS!

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Lily: There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Ava: It’s usually an oncoming train.

Lily: Could you not try to kill my vibe for five seconds?

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Casey: You and I have known each other for quite some time, right?

Lucas: Yeah, we’ve been classmates for years. What is it?

Casey: Promise me you won’t get mad though.

Lucas: I’m not the type who gets angry easily, go ahead.

Casey: …What’s your name again?

Lucas, the actual class president who speaks at nearly every student function and is introduced before each one: I’m mad.

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Andy: The eagles won last night.

Tom: Oh, did you watch the game?

Andy, covered in blood and scratches: What game?

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Waverly: Drinking water with a minty mouth is like the cold version of spicy.

Noah, trying not to get attacked by a plant dog: We are trying to save Dan! Shouldn’t you be thinking about other things?

Andy: But is she wrong?

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Stacy: Do you know why I recruited you for cheer?

Casey: I assumed you lost a bet.

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Lucas: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Waverly: They’re for Maurice.

Lucas: Why are you making pancakes for Maurice?

Waverly: He doesn’t know how.

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Tom: Where is everybody?

Casey: Lily and Dan had a nervous collapse, Stacy is looking after them, Lucas, Andy, and Ava went back to bed. Also, Noah is trying to kill Waverly, and I’m in charge.

Tom: Fuck

Casey: I know, right?

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Redfield to the children: I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering, and tonight I intend to make you very wise.

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Casey: What is toothpaste, if not bone soap?

Ava: Existence is a prison and being your friend is maximum security.

#it lives in the woods #ilitw #ava cunningham #noah marshall #lucas thomas #dan pierce #tom sato #redfield #Mr. Red #lily ortiz #andy kang #ilitw britney #stacy green #cora pritchard #ilitw oc #ilitw mc #casey pritchard #waverly mcguire

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dougielombax · 1 year

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I made this meme in February of 2022 and I am immensely proud of it!

#personal stuff #dougie rambles #dougie makes a meme #doctor who #ghost light #we are going to beat you to death #shitposting #my poor attempt at a joke #marc platt #sylvia syms #Mrs Pritchard #maids #classic who #lungbarrow #almost #Gabriel chase #season 26 #perivale #impact font

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neil-kinnie · 6 days

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rough lil essay on why i think canon charlie would be an english teacher!

i think charlie had a stronger bond with mr. keating than people tend to realize. like when the boys first met keating and he was mocking pritchard, you can see charlie's eyes kinda light up and he's thinking "ok this guy's actually cool". keating became a huge guiding light for all of the boys, but imo especially charlie, i think in general he really looked up to keating, especially because both of them were seen as troublemakers in school.

charlie was also already really angry at cameron for betraying them, but what really pushed him over the edge was when cam blamed keating for neil's death. because he understood that what keating really did was help neil live for the first time in his life.

when keating was fired and charlie was expelled, i like to imagine that charlie wouldn't have given up on neil and keating's legacy of "seizing the day". he's already disappointed his parents, so he stops pursuing the career they wanted for him. instead, he decides to become an english teacher to carry on keating's work and try to inspire future generations, hopefully with a better outcome.

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dps #dps fandom #charlie dalton #mr keating #neil perry #richard cameron #neil perry’s death #dead poets #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society fandom #deadpoetsociety

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litgwritersroom · 3 months

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PLEASE! PLEASE! Hear me out!

Please write a scenario about how Lewie met MC in one of his games but didn't get a chance to ask her name after his game because he lost her in the crowd or something. Then he finally met her again at the villa. Cause that sweet golden retriever boy fell in love with Mc the moment he saw her in the villa, and he is like all in on her already??? Like how is that possible??!

Thank youuu🤍✨🥺

SHOOT YOUR SHOT

Lewie / OC - 4100+ words - @mrsbsmooth

She was screaming his name, but he lost her in the crowd. He's not letting her disappear again.

Lewie jumped up and down on the spot with the other guys in the tunnel, waiting to run onto the pitch. He was first. He was always first. He was the bloody captain, he had to be first. Project confidence. Project leadership. Cool, calm, collected.

But he was nervous today.

If they won today, they’d go up to League One. He’d triple his salary, minimum, probably quadruple it if Terry kept him on as captain. He’d be able to pay off his parents’ house in three months. His life would change if they won today.

Mac clapped him on the back. “Good?”

“Mostly,” Lewie responded, swallowing hard.

“Ahh, none of that,” Mac grinned. “S’just a game, innit?”

Lewie wished he could laugh at it. He stretched his neck as the doors opened. He took the hand of the player escort kid next to him who looked almost as nervous as he did.

Game time.

Cup finals were always packed, but Lewie had never heard a roar like the one he heard as he stepped onto the pitch that day. It was a wall of sound, almost making him flinch as he dropped the kid’s hand, gave him a high five, and took his position.

Lewie was breathing as steadily as he could, but he couldn’t shake the nerves from his shoulders. It felt like a noose had tied itself around him. What if they lost? What if they didn’t get promoted? How many more years did he have in this league? He was already 24. If he didn’t go up this year, his chances of ever going higher were starting to get slim. He’d never pay off his parents’ house. He’d never provide for his nieces and nephew.

The stands were a sea of red. He tried to focus on the green beneath his feet. But his eye was caught by a flash of white amongst the red.

“Lewie! Lewie! Hey! Over here!”

A big group of girls, head to toe in white, chanting and screaming and clearly drinking. They were right behind the goal. But as soon as they realised they had his attention, they began squealing.

And then, he saw the sign.

A huge piece of cardboard. Two words.

An arrow pointing to its holder.

MRS PRITCHARD

Lewie laughed, almost throwing his head back as he beamed at the girls. They started jumping up and down, screaming with excitement that he’d seen them. He was too far away to see them up close. He just turned his attention back to the pitch, still laughing. The whistle blew. The crowd screamed. The match began. And honestly?

He was feeling a bit better.

The match started the way all matches do. Slowly. Sussing each other out, no-one wiling to give away their game plan too quickly. He focused on the game with every shred of brainpower he had, and he was having a bit of a blinder, if he did say so himself. He barely missed a thing, ending up right where he needed to be as his team edged closer and closer to the box.

Levi passed him the ball, and Lewie beat three defenders to get it to Mac, but as Mac took the shot, the ball bounced off the crossbar. The crowd groaned, and the team in blue took possession. Gary forced them over the sideline, and Lewie sprinted back to position. But play had stopped. One of the opposing players was stalling, pretending Gary had kicked him.

“Lewwwwwie! Lewwwwwie!”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was a little closer to where the girls had been. He placed his hands on his hips, to catch his breath, glancing over at them again, and once more, they screamed. Mrs Pritchard held up her sign again.

But this time, he could see the girl holding it.

And he did a fucking double take.

He was still a ways away, but even from this distance, he felt his eyebrows shooting up.

Soft, dark waves, a bit of a tan but a lot of a smile, the enormous, excited grin drawing a smile from him, too. White trousers so tight they looked like leggings, and their team’s white away jersey tied into a crop at the front. She must have been freezing, but she looked like she was keeping herself plenty warm by jumping up and down as she beamed at him.

Damn.

“I love you, Lewie!” she screamed, sending a chuckle through the dozens of fans around her. He took a deep breath, and laughed it off, shooting her an amused smile.

Play resumed. Unfortunately, most of it was down the other end of the field. But now, he had even more reason to get the ball up to his team’s end.

Every time he even came close to the group of girls, they erupted into a wall of noise, and not just for him. They were almost louder than the rest of the crowd combined, and when Lewie bent the ball right into Mac’s boot, they screamed so loud he was sure their voices would give out. But Mac missed again.

Fuck. Nil-all at half time.

The team made their way into the locker rooms. Lewie laughed off all the comments from his teammates about what the hell was going on. He honestly had no idea who these girls were or why they’d suddenly decided to show up to scream for the team, but he wasn’t complaining, and neither was anyone else.

“D’you see the sign?” Gary laughed.

“Yeah,” Lewie shook his head, sighing.

“Did you see the stunner holding it?” Levi flicked an eyebrow.

The locked room fell silent. Lewie sighed even harder. “Yes, I did.”

Wa-heyyys echoed off the walls, and Lewie, one more time, shook his head. He glanced over at Mac, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was taking deep breaths, focusing.

“Hey,” Lewie said, sitting next to him. “You good?”

Mac grunted with annoyance, relacing his boots for the second time.

Lewie sighed. “It’s only half time.”

“And I’ve already missed twice.”

“Yeah, and you can miss five more times, as long as we hold them to zero as well. This game doesn’t rest on your shoulders, mate. If it did, Terry would’ve taken you out already.”

Mac furrowed his brow.

“I mean you have missed twice already,” Lewie teased. “It’s a big goal. Just kick it in?”

Mac huffed a laugh, elbowing him hard in the arm. “Fuck off.”

Lewie lowered his voice, smiling reassuringly at his best mate. “Get out of your head. It’s just a game, remember?”

Mac nodded, taking a deep breath and giving him a brief smile of thanks. “So you really don’t know those girls?” Mac asked, shifting the focus off himself.

“No,” Lewie said, shaking his head. “Never seen a single one of them before.”

Mac’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Bet you might be seeing one of ‘em after, though?”

Lewie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. “I mean, she’s really shooting her shot.”

“With a fuckin’ Gatlin Gun. She’s comin’ on strong.”

Lewie laughed loudly. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. The hint of a smirk on Mac’s face was now in full swing. Lewie didn’t mind a girl who went after what she wanted. He didn’t mind that at all.

“So you’re gonna go for it?”

Lewie shrugged. “I mean, she likes footie, she’s pretty, and she’s got a big sign saying ‘I’m interested’. It can’t hurt to get her number?”

The second half started, and Lewie frowned as he looked towards what was now the opposing team’s goal. The girls would be all the way up the other–

“Lewie! Over here babe!”

They’d moved.

He didn’t know how they’d managed, but they’d moved. The entire group of them were now at the other end of the pitch, behind the swapped goal ends. He smiled, shooting the pretty brunette a small wave, and she pretended to swoon and faint into her friend’s arms.

He belly laughed at that one.

The match resumed, and if he’d thought they were playing well before, the second half had the team electrified. Lewie and Mac passed the ball back and forth without even looking, falling into muscle-memory and pure instincts as they did what they’d done since they were seven. Back, forward, time it right, bit of feigning, more than a bit of fancy footwork, and with every possession, they edged closer down to their end.

Sixtieth minute, then seventieth, then eightieth. Nil-all. Lewie passed the ball to Kobi, who headed it to Mac– Intercepted. A bad pass, but not the end of the world. The ball went out, leaving the Reds with a corner. The others set up. Lewie moved backwards.

But first, another time-wasting injury meant to kill their momentum.

It was a tactic from the opposing team. It was meant to lower their adrenaline levels and catch them slow. The waterboy ran onto the field, tossing him a bottle. Lewie took a big gulp of gatorade, swishing it around his mouth. He needed to keep his adrenaline levels up. He–

“Hey Lewie!” a familiar voice called.

He looked up. His brunette beauty’s arms were in front of her.

Her shirt wasn’t.

She was lifting it. She’d tucked her fingers under her bra, and flipped the whole thing up.

She was flashing him. And she was not being shy about it.

He spat gatorade all over the pitch.

Her rather fucking magnificent breasts were fully on display, and the crowd erupted with cheers, but no sooner had she done it, her friends were squealing with laughter and tugging her shirt down to cover her, but they weren’t quick enough. His eyes fell across her body, to the stunningly intricate tattoo painted across her ribcage.

A red Welsh dragon.

Lewie could hardly breathe, coughing and spluttering gatorade as he tried very hard to remain cool, calm, and collected. But it was a bit hard to look any of the three when he could already feel himself furiously blushing.

The other guys on the pitch were laughing their arses off at him, and he couldn’t help but join in. He’d never had attention like this before. He’d never been so ferociously and aggressively hit on, especially not while he was on the bloody pitch.

He did not mind one fucking bit.

She pulled her shirt down, and as she adjusted herself, her eyes didn’t leave his. She raised her eyebrows. And even though they were still a dozen metres apart, he could almost hear it in his ear.

Your move.

He held her gaze for a second, smiling in disbelief and shaking his head with a laugh. That was definitely the adrenaline rush he needed. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, still blushing furiously, and she beamed at how flustered he was.

But before he could do anything, his attention was drawn by the referee’s whistle calling the game back into action. Lewie shot her a wink as he reluctantly jogged back to position. He was definitely getting her number after the game.

But he never got a chance.

Things suddenly picked up pace, and he didn’t have an opportunity to look back in her direction. He could hear screaming and yelling, but he was down the other end of the pitch, defending his heart out as the other team got close to scoring twice in seven minutes. But they held them off.

It was the eighty-fourth minute.

The lads bent over, their hands on their knees, puffing and panting as if they’d just run a marathon.

It was a sign. It was time.

They got possession, and Lewie called the code they’d practiced for months. They’d pretend to be exhausted. To be slow, and late, and unfit. Let the other team think that this was everything they had to give. Lull them into a false sense of security.

With seemingly no warning, a red jersey and a sharp undercut went sprinting at breakneck speed down the pitch. The defenders fell for it and gave chase, sprinting after Levi as he took the ball as fast as he could down the field.

They barely paid attention to Lewie moving out wide to the left flank.

Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Levi. Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Mac. Mac to Levi. Levi to Mac to Kobi to Mac. The defenders were focused. Completely focused. Lewie came sprinting up the left of the box, holding level to stay onside–

Mac to Lewie.

The ball was in the goal before the defenders even looked in his direction.

The crowd exploded, no one more than Mac, who took a running leap into the air to tackle Lewie to the ground. The guys screamed and yelled in his ear, celebrating along with the shaking grandstands. 12,000 people chanting his name. It was like something out of a daydream. Something he’d pretended and practiced as he ran drills in his backyard.

‘Pritchard! Pritchard may have just taken them to promotion!’

He should’ve looked for Mum. Or Dad. Nana or Izzie or Josie or Teagan. His mates were here. His bloody under-10’s coach was probably here. But his gaze drifted back over to the area right behind the goal where the group of girls in white had been. Call it curiosity about what she’d do. If she’d flashed him over a decent pass–

She was gone.

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the part of the stands that had previously held the pretty brunette and all her friends, but they were gone. Completely vanished, all of them, the only evidence they’d ever been there was a white feather boa flung over the back of one of the chairs. Lewie shook it off. Maybe they’d gone to get drinks?

But there were only ten minutes left in the match.

Mac scored again, and Lewie looked around to see if he could see any of the girls in white, but all he saw was that same sea of red.

The final whistle blew: 2-0.

They were going up. Their team had been promoted.

The grandstands erupted even louder than they had for the goals. The air itself was shaking with noise. Lewie was so caught up in hugging his teammates that he barely realised fans had started streaming onto the pitch.

He was passed around between lifelong supporters he’d already come to know, and many he hadn’t. His shirt was grabbed, his back patted, his hair ruffled and his arms locked to his sides as he was picked up ad squeezed with surprising force. A beer was pushed into his hand, and he threw it back without a slight hesitation. He was so wrapped up in their victory that he almost forgot to keep an eye out for a group of girls in white.

Almost.

He wasn’t the tallest on the pitch, but he was taller than most, but he still couldn’t see them.

He answered questions for the local paper, he posed for photos, he accepted the cup on behalf of the team and made the heartfelt, grateful speech he never thought he’d get to give, but he didn’t stop looking.

She wasn’t there. Neither were her friends.

It made no sense.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why she’d do all that and just leave.

But, as the confetti settled, the music started to wane, and the celebrations spilled into the locker room, Lewie realised.

She had.

She’d just left.

It took him a while to get over it. Like, way longer than it should’ve.

The guys made fun of him for it, obviously. “Way to Lewie’s heart is to ask him to marry you, then flash him your tits’. They were wrong– of course they were, that would’ve been insane.

There had just been something about her.

It wasn’t that he wanted to date a girl who regularly flash an entire stadium, but there was something about the confidence something like that would need. A risk taker. A joker. Up for a laugh and down for a dare. Someone who made a point of having fun with her friends. Someone who liked footie. Someone who wasn’t afraid to scream his name, to show up to his games and let everyone know she was there for him.

He’d never realised how attractive that was to him.

In fact, he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He tried asking the ticketing office about them, but one of the girls had shown up in person three weeks before and paid for the seats in cash. There was no name attached. None of the guys recognised them either, so they must’ve been from out of town. How they ended up in Northern Wales for a football match at a bachelorette party was both beyond him, and devastating that he might never get to even find out her name.

He’d been lying in bed one night when he suddenly figured it out.

The next morning, he’d dropped by the security office before training. It’d been weeks, but he was sure they’d remember her. He was sure that was why. It had to be why.

The Security team had, in fact, kicked Mrs. Pritchard and her entire friend group out of the stadium, but they’d just handed the girls over to the police. They hadn’t taken names. Lewie had nodded, and wrote down the number of the officer that took them in.

But he’d never gotten the chance.

Mac had walked past and seen him waiting in the freezing cold for the Security team to arrive, and he immediately staged an intervention. And that intervention involved the entire team making it their business to set him up on dates.

Normally, he didn’t mind dating. Even if he didn’t have a connection with the girl, he’d enjoy taking them out for dinner, getting to know them, asking them about themselves– it was nice.

But now, there was a question mark over it.

Would this be the type of girl who’d come to his games and scream his name? The kind of girl who’d shoot her shot in front of all her friends and 12,000 strangers? Did the girl across the table from him have that kind of confidence?

And for every girl his mates set him up with, the answer was no.

It was a year later his mates told him what they’d done.

He didn’t think about her as often any more. He’d been on a few nice dates since.

But he still thought about her.

He’d kept his searching low-key. He didn’t have much of a social media presence, and for once, he almost regretted not having one. One Instagram DM from one of her friends girls could’ve solved the mystery for him. But even after he set up a profile, that DM never came. He wasn’t one for dating apps, but he’d kicked himself a few months later when he’d realised he might’ve been able to swipe right on her if he’d set one up that day.

But he didn’t think about her as much any more.

The day his phone rang, he’d thought it was a prank. ITV calling him to bring him in for an interview for Love Island. He hadn’t even applied– which surprised them, because they apparently had a long and very detailed application form, with many, many pictures of him shirtless in the locker rooms at training. Fucking Mac.

Terry thought it’d be a good idea. Good promo for his personal brand. Good publicity for the club. Levi threw a fit. He’d wanted to go on Love Island for years, and Terry had always said no.

“Yeah, but Lewie’s not gonna put our entire Public Relations team on stress leave,” Terry had said. The guys had all laughed.

Mac grinned with his hands behind his head. “Nah, he’s just gonna get on TV so that he can subtly communicate his beloved flasher he’s willing to put a ring on it.”

Lewie huffed.

The guys laughed a lot harder at that.

So, two months after that, he stood just inside the Majorca villa with three other guys, waiting to go and pick a girl out of a lineup as if they were picking footy teams at lunch in primary. He was glad to be the one picking. Because this time, he wasn’t the only 8-year-old who could do a scorpion kick. If there was a scorpion-kick equivalent in dating, he didn’t know what it was, and he definitely didn’t know how to do it.

He just knew footie.

It wasn’t in his nature to go after a girl unless he knew for sure she was interested. He knew footie, but he didn’t know dating. Maybe that was why he’d been so drawn to Mrs Pritchard. He’d never even met her and he’d known where he stood.

His phone chimed, and his eyes widened. He was going first.

He took a step forward, placing his hand on the door handle, trying to breathe. The likelihood of one of them holding up a sign for him saying ‘I’m interested’ seemed a lot less likely here than–

Than…

The villa door opened, and suddenly, he was in the league final all over again. He knew that in the memory, there was 12,000 people screaming his name. Screaming for his team.

But all he could see was her. Caramel waves. Tan skin. A smile wide enough to take down a grandstand.

A red Welsh dragon painted across her ribcage.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, his mouth falling open in sync with hers. But instead of screaming and jumping up and down, she furiously blushed and dropped her eyes. Lewie made his way over to stand beside the host, smiling politely at the other girls, but there was no need to make small talk.

“So, ladies, this is Lewie. 24, Football captain from Wales. Lewie, let me introd–”

“No need,” he smiled. “I already know who I’m picking.”

There was an interested smattering of whispers, but he walked forward.

The stunning brunette was blushing something awful, and she didn’t look up at him until he was standing right in front of her.

“Hi,” he said.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and smiled sheepishly.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me.”

“Bit hard to forget someone I’ve barely stopped thinking about, Mrs. Pritchard.”

Her breath caught, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. That pink dusted across her cheeks was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The most beautiful orchid-pink, painting her like watercolours across her cheeks and the tip of her nose, and it was him that put it there. He suddenly kind of understood how she’d had the confidence to shoot her shot like she had.

Lewie reached for her hand and she gave it to him. He linked their fingers together.

“Can I pick you?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she grinned.

“Well, then, you’re gonna have to tell me your name.”

She smiled. “Bree. My name is Bree.”

“I’m Lewie.”

“I know.”

Lewie turned back to the host, smiling widely. “I’m picking Bree.”

Bree smiled so widely that he wondered if she might break. The urge to just pick her up and kiss her was one he had to push down. It would’ve been way too forward, and he probably would’ve come on way too strong. Going all in for a girl fifteen minutes into filming beginning was the stupidest strategic move he could possibly make.

The other girls cooed as he stood beside her, waiting for the next guy to come out, and one by one, they paired off with the other girls, until finally, the host said goodbye.

Bree immediately turned to him.

“I saw you, by the way,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow.

“Your goal. I saw you score it. And I saw you look for me. I was being dragged out by security at the time, but I always wished I could've told you that I saw it.”

He studied her face for a moment, watching the sparkle in her eyes; the light catch in her hair, the way it had that chilly May afternoon. The urge to kiss her was back. The urge to pull her into his arms and wrap her up in them and not let her out of his fucking sight ever again. He wished he was bold enough. He wished he had the confidence she’d had. He just… He…

Fuck it.

Lewie captured her chin in his hand, and in one swift movement, he’d pressed his lips to hers. There were excited laughs, and knew the eyes of the entire villa were on him, but he didn’t care.

Because Bree was kissing him back.

She threw her hand around the back of his neck, splaying her fingers on the back of his head, deepening the kiss as she pulled herself into his chest. Leaning over the top of her, she fit him perfectly, like he’d kind of always known she would.

He’d found her. He’d finally found her.

He wasn’t letting her go again.

#litg #litg fanfic #litg lewie #litg season 6 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #ask

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captainlondonman · 1 year

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Bin Man Complaint

Malcolm Pritchard was furious as he stood outside his house. Yet again the bin men had not collected his rubbish. This was the third time and he reckoned it was because they did not like him. He shouted down the road for them to come back to him but the two men in their HiViz turned and waved a couple of fingers at him and rode off in the truck.

‘Enough is enough’, he thought, ‘I am going down to the depot to make a complaint and get those two blokes fired. They are only bloody bin men. I am not being messed around.’

Later that morning he turned up at the depot and as he walked past this truck he saw the two blokes leaning against the wall having a cigarette, smiling at him. Both guys were big, not just tall but wide as well one with a beer gut who wore Hi Viz trousers and jacket, the jacket being unzipped to show his bare hairy chest. He had a shaved head and two days growth on his face, a thick neck and pierced ears. His mate looked huge with hi Viz trousers, a dirty vest and HiViz waistcoat. He had a crew cut and thick bushy beard.

‘Hi mate,’ one shouted,’ how’s your bin?’

‘Christ look at you,’ Malcolm responded, ‘you wont be smiling once I’ve seen your boss. Where’s the office?’

‘Find it yourself ‘the guy returned ‘if that’s your attitude.’

Malcolm was livid. He stormed to the back of the warehouse and saw the door marked Manager

Knocking loudly a voice from inside came back

‘Come in,’ a gruff voice sounded

Malcolm walked in angry and ready for strong words mainly to get the other two fired.

The Manager was sitting at his desk dressed in full Hi Viz, trousers, T shirt, and jacket all in bright orange. He took up all his seat, a big man with a shaved head, thick moustache his chunky hands spread across the table.

‘So what can I do for you?’

‘My name is Malcolm Pritchard and I wish to make a complaint.’

‘I am surprised Sir as we never have complaints at this depot.’

‘Well I am surprised you have not. My complaint is the two men currently in your garage’

‘What Bob and Pete?’

‘I don’t know their names but suffice to say action needs to be taken against them, For the last 3 weeks they have not taken my rubbish. They collect at everyone else’s house but not mine.’

‘Have you offended them in any way?’

‘Certainly not. They are clearly picking on me and I will not stand for it. This morning they gave me 2 fingers ignoring my requests. They are a pair of oafs and need to be fired.’

‘That is strong language Mr. Pritchard’

Maybe but I refuse to leave until you do something about is and take action against these idiots.’

‘Please sit down Mr. Pritchard and let me give you a coffee and we can talk a bit further.’

‘Only if you take some action.’

‘Of course I full intend to take action, ‘The manager said as he poured a mug for his guest.

‘Please have a sip or two first and we will sort it all out for you. You will be surprised what I can do for you’

Malcolm took a sip and thought it smelt a bit odd but decided to take another gulp so he could carry on

‘I am not happy with… ‘He suddenly found himself slurring his words and his eyelids becoming heavy.

‘There is something wrong with this coffeeeeeee’ he managed to say as he slumped asleep on the chair

He didn’t know how long he was asleep but the haze in his eyes started to clear and he lifted his head to see the vision in front of him. The Manager had moved and was now leaning against the desk immediately in front of Malcolm. He looked much bigger than when sitting in the chair, towering above him..

Malcolm was suddenly aware that he was sitting on the chair – naked and yet this did not seem to worry him. Where were his clothes, what had happened, how long was he asleep? However none of this seemed to matter in his foggy brain. What he did know was that the manager was in front of him and Malcolm was looking straight into his crotch. The Manager started to rub his crotch and as he did so, the bulge was more obvious until Malcolm could see the large rigid outline in the Hi Viz

Malcolm only wanted one thing and that was to see the guys cock, he wanted to reach out and stroke that erect dick and he wanted more than that.

‘So Mal , us bin men are not so bad after all, eh I can see your eyes feasting on my cock. It stinks like a real binman but that’s what you want. Tell me Mal.’

‘Shit I love the sight of that cock of yours in your Hi Viz. Can I touch. Where are my words coming from Malcolm thought its not me yet its what I want.

‘Go ahead and do what you are really wanting. I’m waiting.’

Malcolm sat forward and taking one hand he started stroking the full length of the managers cock through his Hi Viz.

Feeling Malcolm’s hand rub over the nylon trousers made the Manager even more horny for what was to come.

‘You have a great cock there and I want to suck you dry.’

‘Well what are you waiting for.’

Malcolm took both hands to the Manager’s zip and roughly pulkled it down as he was desperate to see the full sweaty dick.

Malcolm unbuttoned the top and let the cock flip out with a whack.

As soon as the cock was free, Malcolm could smell the unwashed dick. It stank of sweat and piss and clearly had not been washed for days. But the smell was what Malcolm wanted, the stronger the better

‘You fucking love a bin man’s cock don’t you, Mal, quite a boner you have there. That tongue of yours is just wanting my dick down the back of your throat.’

‘Christ your cock stinks but I love the smell. The stronger the better.’ and with that he let his tongue lick the 8”fat head, savouring the rancid taste.

‘Its bloody great.’

‘Quit the talking and start sucking.’ The manager had had enough and grabbed hold of Malcolm’s head and moved his mouth straight down the shaft

‘So we are not so stupid now are we?’

Malcolm could feel himself gagging with the sheer size but his mind only wanted the full length down the back of his throat so he could feel the Managers pubes pressing against his lips.

The Manager forced his cock further and further down and Malcolm was not just gagging but he was gagging for more, he wanted every drop of cum shooting down his inside.

The Manager still with his hands around Malcolm’s head moved his body in and out at first slowly so he could feel the strong sensation and as it grew so did he face fuck Malcolm faster and faster and the more Malcolm wanted his cock erupting into his throat.

‘A right little sucker you’ve turned out to be. No complaints now you little bastard. You don’t get one better on a bin man. Take my fucking cock the whole way down, you’re going swallow every drop and its all coming your way.

‘I’m coming you horny little pervert Christ I’m ready’

And with that the Manager shot load after load a creamy white spunk down the back of Malcolm’s throat, Malcolm gulping the full force of cum. He was not going to let any drip out his mouth he wanted it all inside him.. He slurped it down..

The Manager took his cock out and wiped the last bit of cum across Malcolm’s face.

‘Shit man you love dick’

‘I love yours,’ Malcolm replied. ‘I want more.’

As the Manager zipped himself up he looked down at Malcolm.

‘Don’t think you are coming with that stiff dick of yours. I’m going out now but Bob and Pete want to see you after all your insults so I will leave them to you.’

He walked out and closed the door. Malcolm was feeling so horny after his blow job and put his hand over his dick to start a wank. When the door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘Get yer hands off that fucking cock of yours now,’

‘But I’m feeling so horny’

‘No wanking got that.’

Malcolm responded ‘Id love to have a go at your pricks. I love cock.’

‘Don’t worry there’s plenty coming your way,’ Bob said rubbing his own dick ‘But first so you know what a real bin man smells like get a whiff of this. He held his arm out whilst grabbing Malcolm’s head and thrusting it towards his hairy armpit.

‘Now get a good smell of a sweaty bin bloke who hasn’t washed for a few days. Get your nose right into my hair and smell. Malcolm’s nose was rammed up tight into Bobs armpit the smell of BO so strong but for Malcolm it was perfect not only did he smell but his tongue was licking all over .

‘I love it ‘ Malcolm said

‘Well if you love it so much have a good smell of my feet,’ Pete said taking off his boots to reveal blackened socks. ‘Go on get your mouth and nose up against these cheesy feet of mine’

All these smells had Malcolm’s cock rigid with pleasure. As he took Pete’s foot is his hand massaging it as he let his nose travel all over under.

‘A right horny little bastard aren’t you. So much for that snotty Mr Pritchard. This is more like it the way you really are. Enough, now get up and lean over the desk.

Malcolm willingly stood up and bent over knowing full well what was coming his way.

‘I hope you’re gonna fuck me boys. Make sure you work my tits at the same time.’ This was not Malcolm Pritchard speaking but dirty Mal, the real Malcom that he had been hiding until that cup of coffee

As Pete pushed him down hard on the desk with one hand he reached into his HiViz trousers and pulled out his already erect prick

‘Jesus, I didn’t think my cock was as high as this. Right sweaty and I forgot to wipe of my cum after my wank this morning.’

He let a large gob of spit fall onto his meaty shaft and rubbed it in making his cock ready for entry.

‘Go on your little whore widen your legs so I can get my shaft right in.’ He let his thick head find Mal’s hole and once there started to move his cock in slowly as he wanted to feel the tight arse open to take the whole cock. Malcolm started groaning , with pleasure and was moving his arse back to take the full length as quick as he could

‘Shit that’ s a great dick you’ve got there Bob, go on ram it right up to the hilt,’ Mal pushed his arse back as far as he could so he could feel Pete’s pubes against he cheeks

Pete put both arms around Mal’s chest till he reached his tits.

‘So you like your tits worked do you, you fucking bitch well don’t think I’m gonna just give them a little rub.’

He put his finger and thumb around each tit and started pulling and twisting hard his head lowered at the side of Mal’s head digging his teeth into the neck

Mal twisted with pain but mainly pleasure making the arse even more open to Pete’s cock

‘Go on Pete more pleaaase. Shit I love the pain and with your cock inside me. I want you to come working my tits.

Bob was standing at the side rubbing his Hi Viz, showing a massive bulge which was tenting , his hand rubbing fast down the entire shaft length

‘Go on Bob take your dick out and let me see while Pete’s fucking’

‘So you wanna see Big Bob do you well you’ll be more than seeing.’

Bob reached in deep and pulled out his thick 10inch cock

Pete said ‘It always makes me horny seeing that dick of yours Bob and even better watching you wank as I fuck the living daylights of this bitch.’

‘I want that cock of yours Bob after Pete.’

‘Let Pete come first as he’ll widen that hole of you for me to enter’.

Watching Bob rub his hand up and down his cock made Pete work hard on Mal’s arse and mal was breathing hard watching that massive dick and worked his arse up and down Pete’s length faster and faster,

Go on Pete you’d better come so I can fuck this guy as I’m getting really worked up watching you.’

‘Don’t worry Bob, shit I’m coming. Arghhhh take the full load you bastard.’ Pete shouted as he gave a final lurch up Mal’s arse.

As he took his cock out so he smeared the leftover across Mal’s cheeks

‘He’s all your Bob, at least he’s now gelled up with my cum. He’s now gonna have both our cum mixing in that arse of his.

Bob pushed Pete out the way ‘H’es mine now. Go on bend over and get ready.’

It took Bob no time to find the arse opening and start to move his cock in , Mal wincing from the size

‘Christ Bob, its bigger than I thought, you’d better take it easy’

‘Fucking forget that, watching you be fucked by Pete has made me ready to blast a load. So you’re taking the full length and quick. He put both arms firmly around Mal’s waist and levered his full length up to the hilt

Christ you’re so big but it’ s fucking amazing

‘Once fucked by me you’ll always want big dick.’

Still with his hands around Mal’s waist he moved in and out taking his cock right out to the knob edge and then ramming it back in so he could feel the full length of Mal’s arse.

‘You little whore you’re ready for all my spunk ok?’

‘Go on shoot it the whole ay up, I’m gagging for it.’

‘Then gag because here it is.’

‘Fuck you’, Bob shouted as he let wave after wave shoot the length of Mal’s arse.

‘Take my fucking spunk.’

‘Yeah please more.’

Malcolm collapsed on the desk as Bob let his cock slide out, taking his hand to wipe off the remaining cum and then spread it over Malcolm’s back. ‘Take my cum inside and out’ he said adding a gob of spit to rub it in.

‘Better get in the shower Mal, and you’ll feel much better, just like us lads, you know those idiot binmen you talked about.. I’ll get some clothes for you for when you get out.’

Mal did as he was told and found the shower room. No soap but at least some hot water. He turned the water on and thought

‘Christ what a smell this water has, its like a mix of BO and rancid bins.’ He was about to jump out of the shower but something in him started to sniff the odour even though he thought it awful. The more he sniffed the more he found himself liking it, in fact he was loving it and breathing in deeply. He immersed himself under the shower and suddenly saw at his feet what looked like all his fair hair swimming around him and going down the waste. He put his hand up to his head and realized it had all gone, he was bald, smooth bald as though someone had just fully shaved all his hair off. He brought his hand down his face and no longer was he smooth but he had a thick stubble. He was not sure what was going on but he felt this was the real him. Looking down as the water covered him he could see thick black hair climbing up his legs which now looked more like tree trunks but big size 11 feet. The hair continued up past his pubes and up his chest , like a thick forest rising up to his neck. He started to move his hands over his chest and his little tits started enlarging bursting out into a pair of man boobs but it was his chest that started to balloon, not just a little but his belly kept going outwards. He had a huge beer gut hanging over his cock so he could not see his dick.. he held his gut feeling proud and gave a loud belch.

Getting out the shower he saw the lads had put out clothes for him which he got into. A thick pair of socks with holes in them which had once been white and were now yellow, a Hi Viz overall in orange which was ingrained with dirt and grease, he pulled it up and found it was tight getting over his gut so left it for the moment at his waist. And finally a pair of worn rigger boots with the steel toe caps showing.

‘Fuck, this is my gear, what I am meant to wear’ he said to himself.

He automatically put his hand up to one pocket and took out a packet of Roll your own cigarettes and made one up as if he had been doing it for years. Lighting up he inhaled deeply and let it hang from his mouth. As he moved to take out a mobile he let rip with a loud fart, smelly.

‘Shit that’s a good one he thought loving the smell. Probably from the curry.’

He knew exactly what to look for on his mobile and searched for Tumblr and all the sites for Hi Viz men, that ‘s what turned him on, lots of builders, tradies and binmen in their gear, sucking one another off, having a good fuck with each other.

‘Shit some great photos here,’ he thought feeling his cock start to stiffen in his overall. The more photos he looked at the more his cock was rigid. Mal leant back on the bench and started rubbing his cock through the hi Viz.

‘I love feeling the Hi Viz nylon rubbing against me cock’ he said, ‘makes me so fucking horny so I can shoot a load.’ As he checked out the photos on his phone there was one of a guy being fucked in his Hi Viz with two cocks up him.

‘Fucking hell man that’s fucking great,’ he started rubbing the Hi Viz more, the precum oozing out onto his leg,

‘Jesus I’d love to be a cock up that young guys arse’, he thought’ His cock was stiff as a pole and he wanked more and more through the nylon. It was wanking in his Hi Viz he liked so much.

‘Christ I’m coming’ he shouted as he leant back further to allow his cock to shoot all the way down his leg. ‘Jeeesus,’ He shot load after load of spunk down his overall, feeling it running down his leg.

‘Fucking great’ as he took a last puff of his ciggie.

The door opened and in walked Bob and Pete.

‘You dirty bastard, Mal, wanking on the job. You’re a right fucking randy bin man’

‘Shit was great boys, I’ m letting the cum harden on my leg, love feeling that I’ve come in my Hiviz.’

‘Well Mal you’re the dirtiest of the lot of us’

‘Too fucking right and I’m proud of that mate.’

‘So I’m ready to get out there and get the bins on the lorry. I tell you this is the best job. Being in Hi Viz all the time makes any lad horny and best of all always dirty, Standing up he yanked his overall up over his belly but left much at top open to show off his thick hairy chest. He stood in front of the mirror and gone was that snotty Malcolm Pritchard. Instead this fat ,hairy lout of a bin man with a shaved head, heavy facial growth and thick arms , hands with ingrained dirt looked back at Mal. ‘Shit I look fucking brill’

He gave another belch.

‘Come on boys let’s be off and see what bastard gets annoyed because we don’t pick up his bins. We’ll make him pay and next time I get first fuck.’

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tinadablackthorn · 8 months

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my thoughts while watching dps:

SPOILER ALERT !!!!!!!

oh my god why do all the guys look the same, i can barely remember movie characters names as is. this is just gonna make it harder 😭

neil is so adorable, i’ll punch anyone who hurts him

fuck neil’s dad not letting him do the school annual honestly i already don’t like him

omg they’re going to make asian parents so proud. neil gonna go to med school. those two other guys idk their names, mr future lawyer and me future banker

mr keating making the students rip the pages j evans pritchard wrote i’m not sure if he has a severe grudge on that guy as if he’s insulted his mom or he’s just a cool teacher

i made my mind. he’s a really cool teacher and i wish every teacher was like that

“poetry, beauty, romance, love.. it’s the reason most people stay alive.”

omg they’re gonna go to the cave that’s for the dead poets society???????

awwww todd is so cuteeee <33333

i swear to god these boys look like they’re trying to start a cult. sneaking out in the middle of the night wearing long black cloaks and hiding in a cave to tell stories and dancing around the fire

“truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. you kick say it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.” i swear, who hurt my child todd? i’m gonna kill them

ew i hate party scenes in movies, esp if it’s like a teenage club. it’s a really big ick for me

I SAID I HATE NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM FUCK HIM neil literally not the lead role in the play that’s the next day, can’t he tell his dad he’ll quit tomorrow????

broooOo neil was so good in the play it was amazing!!!!!!!!

FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM HE CAN’T SEND NEIL TO A MILITARY SCHOOL AND THEN MED SCHOOL TF DOES HE REALISE NEIL HAS A LIFE TOO

HOLY SHIT NEVER MIND NEIL DOES NOT HAVD A LIFE ANYMORE

IM CRYING

IM CRYINGG.

NEIL WHYYYYYY

YOU COULDVE JUST RAN AWAY

😭😭😭

THEY’RE ALL CRYING PLEASE NOOOO

BRO TODD’S REACTION BROKE ME

HE’S SAYING IT’S HIS FATHERS FAULT. HIS FATHER KILLED HIM

TODD NOO DONT GO

maybe he just needs alone time

mr keating noooo don’t cry

OMGGG CAMERON ACTUALLY WENT AND TOLD THE SCHOOL SO NOT THEY’RE AFTER MR KEATING ????

he actually believed the school???

GO NUWANDA GO PUNCH CAMERON’S ASS

OHMYGOD DID THEY ALL ACTUALLY SIGN THE PAPERS AGAINST ME KEATING??

TODD NO SIR SIT DOWN THAT’S EMBARRASSING

AWWW NO ACTUALLY THAT’S SO CUTE

AWWW

WAIT WHAT NO THAT’S THE END????

THAT CANT BE THE END WHAT

OH WOW

OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS

OHMYGOD

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #dps boys #todd anderson #neil perry #dead poets #dp spoilers

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Spring Awakening Broadway: Where Are They Now? (Part 1)

It's been 18 years since Spring Awakening first opened on Broadway and 15 years since the original production closed. I decided to do some digging on what everyone who performed in that production is doing these days.

Part 1 covers the original cast, while part 2 will cover replacements.

Jonathan Groff Melchior

Went on to several prominent roles on TV shows like Glee, movies like Frozen, and musicals like Hamilton (pictured.) He is currently in Merrily We Roll Along on Broadway.

Lea Michele Wendla

Notably starred in the TV show Glee and has released several albums. She was recently seen in Funny Girl on Broadway (pictured.)

John Gallagher, Jr. Moritz

Went on to star in several other Broadway shows including American Idiot. He has released an album under the name Johnny Gallagher. Recently appeared in Swept Away (pictured), a musical based on the music of The Avett Brothers.

Lauren Pritchard Ilse

Has a music career under the name LOLO and was notably featured on the Panic! At the Disco song "Miss Jackson" in 2013.

Jonathan B Wright Hanschen

Had a few acting credits on TV shows like Gossip Girl (pictured), now seems to be pursuing voice over work.

Gideon Glick Ernst

Has appeared in several other Broadway shows and was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Play for his role in To Kill a Mockingbird in 2019 (pictured.) Some recent credits include the movie Maestro and a recurring role on the TV show The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

Skylar Astin Georg

Has had a variety of screen roles with musical elements, like the movie Pitch Perfect and the TV shows Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Zoey's Extraordinatory Playlist. He currently stars in the TV show So Help Me Todd (pictured.)

Brian Charles Johnson Otto (u/s Moritz)

Appeared on Broadway again in the ensemble of American Idiot (pictured.) Was recently on tour singing backup for Allen Stone.

Lilli Cooper Martha

Has been in several other Broadway shows including SpongeBob SquarePants and Tootsie (pictured) for which she and was nominated for a Best Featured Actress in a Musical Tony in 2019. She most recently provided voice acting for the TV series Hazbin Hotel.

Remy Zaken Thea

Has appeared in several off-Broadway shows, most notably Freckleface Strawberry The Musical (pictured.) Now owns a professional tutoring company in New York called Andersen Education.

Phoebe Strole Anna (u/s Wendla, Ilse)

Has appeared in several off-Broadway shows, most recently Kung Fu (pictured.) She is doing a lot of audiobook narration.

Christine Estabrook Adult Women

Continues to do a lot of TV work, most recently on the show Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (pictured.)

Stephen Spinella Adult Men

Continues to work in theater, film, and TV including a return to Broadway in The Velocity of Autumn and currently in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (pictured.)

Frances Mercanti-Anthony (u/s Adult Women)

Went on to appear in Broadway plays including Jerusalem. Now doing theater education work for organizations like Paper Mill Playhouse, Rutgers University, and New England Music Camp.

Rob Devaney (u/s Adult Men)

Appears to have moved away from acting around 2009 and now has a career in UX design.

Krysta Rodriguez Ensemble (u/s Wendla, Ilse, Anna, Martha, Thea)

Has performed in several other Broadway shows including The Addams Family and the revival of Spring Awakening. She was most recently touring in Into the Woods (pictured) and will appear in the Kennedy Center production of Bye Bye Birdie this summer.

Jennifer Damiano Ensemble (u/s Ilse, Anna, Martha, Thea)

Has performed in several other Broadway shows including American Psycho (pictured) and Next to Normal, for which she was nominated for Best Actress in a Featured Role in a Musical Tony in 2009. Most recently appeared in Black No More off-Broadway.

Robert Hager Ensemble (u/s Melchior, Hanschen, Ernst, Otto, Georg)

Went on to join the 1st national tour of Spring Awakening as Hanschen. Has since appeared in several other Broadway shows and the national tour of Fun Home (pictured.) He is also writing his own musicals. Siluetas, for which he wrote music and lyrics, will be premiering at Power Street Theatre in Philadelphia this summer.

Gerard Canonico Moritz (replacement), Ensemble (u/s Moritz, Hanschen, Ernst, Otto, Georg)

Was in the show until it closed, by which time he was playing Moritz. Has appeared in many other Broadway and off-Broadway shows including Groundhog Day and Be More Chill (pictured), and is currently on Broadway in Almost Famous.

#spring awakening

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I know I'm late but if you're still looking for prompts:

"So you stabbed me??"

It's not the first time TK has met his family. It's not even the first big celebration that TK has been to with both of his sisters and their husbands and assorted children in tow. It is, however, the first church picnic that TK has been to with them.

Luisa currently has five plates of pie in front of her and she's angling for the point of the nearest slice of Ana's selection. Ana's fork comes down on top of hers without even looking away from the conversation she's having with Mrs. Cairns. "That's my pie."

"So you stabbed me?"

Ana nods politely at Mrs. Cairns who looks amused, and turns back to Luisa. "You know the consequences for pie theft." She looks at Luisa's hand. "Don't be a baby, it didn't even break skin."

TK's staring at all of them over his one (singular) slice of black bottom cherry pie. Not a bad choice, but it's an amateur move not to start at the other end of the table so you can get to Anabeth Pritchard's buttermilk pie before it's gone. Luisa and Carlos both scored slices, but Ana got waylaid by Lucy Muller on her way to the table. Ana's eying Luisa's slice and Luisa ostentatiously moves it away from Ana.

Ana switches her attention to Carlos. "Trade you half of your buttermilk pie for half of my lemon meringue?" He shakes his head.

She narrows her eyes. "Half of your buttermilk pie for half of my slice of Mary Gearson's peach pie." He starts to shake his head and she holds up a finger. "And I don't tell TK about what happened at your 5th grade square dance recital."

TK looks up, interested, and Carlos narrows his eyes at her. "You really want to play dirty? I can tell Mom about what really happened to that pot of chili," he trails off.

Ana darts her eyes in their mother's direction and hisses, "You wouldn't dare."

TK looks around the room and asks nobody in particular. "What happened to good clean Christian fun?"

Luisa snorts and waves a fork. "It's all fun and games until someone loses a pie."

TK blinks at her, and opens his mouth like he has questions and then thinks better of it and takes a bite of his pie and chews thoughtfully. "It's good pie?"

Carlos sighs and reminds himself that he loves TK and mentally sacrifices his buttermilk pie and cuts a piece off for TK and hands it to him. TK eyes him dubiously, and Ana and Luisa stop talking to stare and him and wait for his reaction. TK's eyes close as he chews and he lets out a tiny broken sound that Carlos is intimately familiar with, and he licks the tines of the fork to chase the rest of the buttermilk filing clinging to them. Carlos's mouth feels dry.

TK swallows and his eyes slowly open. "That was . . ." He eyes the rest of Carlos's pie, and Carlos wordlessly pushes it in his direction.

Ana looks at both of them and smacks Carlos with the back of her hand. "I offer to trade you half my slice of Mary Gearson's peach pie and you give it up for free to a pretty boy who puts on a show?"

He cocks his head and watches TK take another bite, cheeks hollowing a little as he makes sure to suck the filling off the fork, red lips closed around it, long lashes dark against the pale skin of his cheeks. "Worth it."

Luisa leans her head against Ana. "That's how you know it's true love." He spares a glance away from where TK is making eating pie look like something that ought to be done behind closed doors, to find both his sisters looking at him with soft smiles.

Luisa catches him looking and straightens, and makes a play for his slice of Mary Ellen Fahey's banana cream pie, and that is an act of war.

Note - I don't know if Buttermilk Pie is orgasmic per se, but it is really damn good.

#tarlos #writing prompt #911 lonestar

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By: Camilla Turner

Published: Apr 20, 2024

A public inquiry must be set up to examine the “pervasive influence” of transgender ideology in schools and the NHS, the Prime Minister has been told.

The treatment of “confused and vulnerable” children by medical professionals has been a “major scandal”, according to a group of more than 130 MPs, peers, doctors, psychiatrists and academics.

Kemi Badenoch, the women and equalities minister, is understood to back the calls for a public inquiry.

“In the wake of the Cass review, she feels that people need to be held to account,” a source close to Mrs Badenoch said. “She is particularly appalled by the fact that a lot of NHS clinicians refused to share data and refused to co-operate.”

The calls for a public inquiry come after a report by Dr Hillary Cass, a leading paediatrician, which found that the evidence for allowing children and young people to change gender is built on “shaky foundations”.

The landmark review said that social transitioning should be approached with “extreme caution” because “we simply do not know the long-term impacts”.

Dr Cass revealed that her research was hampered by the fact that adult gender clinics refused to disclose whether transgender people who started their treatment as children later changed their minds about transitioning, or went on to suffer serious mental health problems.

Following its publication, Victoria Atkins, the Health Secretary, met Amanda Pritchard, the chief executive of NHS England, to tell her “nothing less than full co-operation by those clinics in the research is acceptable”.

Public inquiries can be given special powers to compel testimony and the release of other forms of evidence. This means that if such an inquiry was set up, adult gender clinics could be forced to hand over data on their patients

In the letter to Rishi Sunak, the group of signatories said they were “gravely concerned” about the physical and emotional harm caused to children “in the name of gender identity ideology”.

They noted that some schools “teach gender identity ideology to pupils as if it were fact, often to the exclusion or denial of biological reality” and that medical interventions on transgender children “have been revealed as a major medical scandal”.

Signatories include Liz Truss, the former prime minister; Dame Andrea Jenkyns, a former minister; Miriam Cates and Danny Kruger, the leaders of the New Conservatives group of MPs; and 14 other MPs and peers from across the political spectrum.

Tavistock deemed ‘not safe’

Another signatory is Marcus Evans, a consultant psychotherapist and former governor turned whistleblower of the Tavistock clinic, which was the country’s flagship NHS gender identity service for children until it was shut down after it was deemed “not safe” for youngsters.

Dozens of consultant psychiatrists, clinical psychologists, psychotherapists, GPs, lawyers and academics are also among the signatories.

The letter explains: “Encouraging confused and vulnerable children to transition, socially or medically, including with puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones, has caused irreversible developmental issues, physiological damage (such as loss of bone density, infertility and sexual dysfunction) and significant social and relational harms.

“This has already had a direct and lifelong impact on child development, the true extent of which is not yet known.

“We believe this is a major scandal that requires a public inquiry. This should consider the extent to which state and non-state institutions have failed in their duty of care by supporting, encouraging or facilitating a model of ‘gender-affirming transition’ towards children who believe they are transgender.”

Inquiry ‘should examine all institutions’

The letter, co-ordinated by social campaigner James Esses, goes on to suggest that a public inquiry should examine “all institutions complicit in this harm”, including government departments, the NHS, private gender clinics, mental health bodies, schools and transgender campaign groups.

Writing in the Sunday Telegraph, Mr Esses said: “Society is, slowly but surely, beginning to wake up to the horrors caused in the name of gender ideology.

“Children and young people have been left scarred, emotionally and physically, in the name of gender ideology. Some have been left infertile. Others have lost parts of their bodies that they can never get back.

“As a society, we have failed in our duty of care towards children. We must secure justice for those who have been harmed. Crucially, we must ensure that no child again suffers the same fate.”

[ Via: https://archive.today/Vx57n ]

By: James Esses

Published: Apr 20, 2024

Society is, slowly but surely, beginning to wake up to the horrors caused in the name of gender ideology. Children have been harmed. Women have been erased. Free speech has been attacked. Reality has been undermined.

Thankfully, the tide is starting to turn. The Secretary of State for Health, Victoria Atkins, made a landmark statement before Parliament. NHS England has halted the prescription of puberty blockers. Numerous sporting bodies have preserved fair competition for women. Many gender-critical litigants who suffered for speaking out have been vindicated in the Courts.

However, we are not out of the woods yet. Not by a long way.

We still don’t understand why more young people than ever, particularly young girls and those who are same sex attracted, are presenting with a mental health condition causing them to believe they were born in the wrong body.

There are schools that continue to teach children that it is possible to change their sex. State and non-State institutions alike remain signed up to Stonewall’s biased schemes. Corporations continue to promote and glorify medical transitioning in their advertisements, in shameless pursuit of profit.

Therapeutic bodies continue to push a model of “unconditional affirmation” on clinicians. Private gender clinics continue to encourage vulnerable clients to transition. Those who raise concerns continue to be labelled as bigots and silenced, threatened or cancelled.

I know this only too well – I was expelled from my Masters’ degree in Psychotherapy and removed from my role as a counsellor at Childline – all because I expressed concern about child safeguarding.

Equally, there are those out there who seek to keep us shackled to gender ideology. We witnessed this through the number of NHS clinics which withheld material from the ground-breaking Cass Review. Schools are even being advised by activist groups to ignore the government guidance for children questioning their gender within schools. Clearly, guidance and reviews are simply not enough.

That is why I, along with over 130 prominent signatories, have written to the Prime Minister, demanding a public inquiry into the failure of societal institutions to safeguard children from harm. An inquiry that considers these issues holistically is the only answer to an ideology that has managed to infiltrate an entire society. Crucially, a statutory public inquiry will be able to legally compel evidence and make concrete recommendations to ensure real change is brought about.

This letter has been signed by parliamentarians, clinicians, therapists, lawyers, social workers, detransitioners, academics, journalists, campaigners, and commentators.

Reading the full letter, you may be surprised by some of the names who, under normal circumstances, have nothing in common with one another. Our letter has signatures from across the political spectrum, including Conservatives, Labour, Reform, Green, Social Democratic Party and Alba. That is because this issue is not about left or right. It is about right and wrong.

The stakes could not be higher. Children and young people have been left scarred, emotionally and physically, in the name of gender ideology. Some have been left infertile. Others have lost parts of their bodies that they can never get back.

As a society, we have failed in our duty of care towards children. We must secure justice for those who have been harmed. Crucially, we must ensure that no child again suffers the same fate.

Rishi – If you are reading this. Please do the right thing and set up a public inquiry as a matter of urgency. Our children’s wellbeing depends on it.

[ Via: https://archive.today/TZGoL ]

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