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s01ep01 | s03ep02

#seeing moments like this just makes me long for the smaller shelby moments #like here #ada confiding in polly about her pregnancy #tommy and finn + john in s1 #or the scene in the kitchen with karl swearing #like fuck tommy and his politics gimmie a dysfunctional working class family that just HAPPEN to be gangsters

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It's where you grow grapes to make wine. That's what we do, me and my dad. We own a vineyard.

The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

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I have to go see Annie. – I see. And where might Annie be? – In Napa. With her father Nick Parker. – You're not Annie. – That would be correct. – You're Hallie? – I am.

The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

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RUDY PANKOW as SAM DRAKE in UNCHARTED.

#older!george #oc: nora gray

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i love how people on the r/peakyblinders will so confidently say that mccavern’s accent was accurate and “well pulled off” and then when a scot refutes it, they’re like “well, what do i know, i’m (insert somewhere not remotely close to the uk).”

you can physically see the pain the actors face struggling to pull off the accent.

it’s never been confirmed if he’s based on the real leader of the billy boys but if he was it was such a fucking waste, coming from someone who partially grew up in the east-end with an almost entirely catholic family from the east-end.

(who also, unfortunately has some family associated with the billy boys on the other side of my family).

this bloke was a monster, in charge of one of britain’s most brutal gangs and to have your audience of glaswegians not take them seriously as antagonists, you’ve hit a problem.

i appreciate there’s probably a lot glaswegian actors that wouldn’t touch the role with a ten-foot-pole but there had to have been some willing. enough to beat out an irish nepo baby.

i will never be able to unhear crucifiiieeed~

#peaky blinders #jimmy mccavern

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SAMARA WEAVING as GRACE Le DOMAS READY OR NOT (2019) dir. MATT BETTINELLI-OLPIN & TYLER GILLETT

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Ready or Not 2019 | dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett

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as someone working in the creative industries i just want to say setting poor things in london of all places is in such poor taste.

for those who haven’t read it, the story is so intrinsically scottish that it stings to see it get such mass attention for only telling half the story, not to mention dafoe’s terrible accent, robert caryle could’ve easily played that role.

there’s a creator that pointed out on tiktok that its story is inherently scottish, particularly glaswegian. its position on church + state, scottish masculinity, the plight of glaswegian women and the poor generally.

gray would be rolling in his grave knowing that because his book was set in london, it once again shunned out scottish talent and left us on the back-burner in our own stories, again.

did i enjoy the film? sure. did i sit seething the whole way through? most definitely.

i’m not gonna sit here and tell you i whole-heartedly love the book, i don’t but i love that it champions a story glaswegians know all too well and the world is yet to hear.

#poor things

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"this character is my boyfriend but im not a self shipper because self shipping is cringe" BREAK YOUR CHAINS! BREAK YOUR IRONY! BREAK YOUR JUDGEMENT!

#i’m lowkey in this camp but as much as i write for michael… #john shelby is who i’d pick a million times over #same with obx #on main #i’m very pro-rafe but i’d die for jj maybank #and rafe could do one 😭

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multifandom meme - [2/14] characters - jj maybank (outer banks)

’i just wanna do the right thing.’

#i may be a rafe gal on main #but i would die for jj

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THE FUCKING SIZE DIFFERENCE HES SO BIG PLEASE

#listen i know he’s tall but the fact i’m smaller than madelyn really puts my height into perspective #like i’m 5’4 or 5’5

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JOHN: Welcome to the business, Michael.

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drew starkey in outer banks  -   2.10

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THE GRAY CHILDREN - KEY RELATIONSHIPS / LIFE MOMENTS

warnings: mentions of nepotism, murder, age-gaps, abortion, aids crisis, predatory power dynamics, intrusive press, drug use, smoking, death, suicide, post-partum depression, overdose. minors, dni.

this isn't an exhaustive list, just relationships that would make some significant impact on the gray kids. you'll notice george and rosie don't have as much as their younger siblings, but that's simply because they moved around so often that long-term relationships weren't as easy to come by so it's not to say they didn't have them.

fair warning, violet's is pretty heavy-on - a real break the cutie - and whilst i don't condone what happened in the slightest, i want to make that crystal clear it was something that happened to young girls in that industry and i wanted to explore it.

GEORGE GRAY

george met isla mcnamara whilst recovering from an arm injury back in florence during wwii and they grew close over this time there being a pair of few scots with george growing up in glasgow and isla, although born in aberdeen, was raised in edinburgh. the couple stayed in contact throughout the war and reunited on victory in europe, eloping a few weeks later. their daughter olivia was born in nineteen-fourty-seven and their son in nineteen-fifty. they also joined the gray's in california where george completed his english degree at berkely, going on the pen successful novel, the gray area.

the gray area recounts george and his family's experience growing up around the infamous birmingham gang through their personal anecdotes as children. the book is primarily told from george's perspective, but when not it's typically his mother's. the novel was purposely published post michael's death due to his involvement in the jimmy mccavern murder however george began writing in nineteen-fifty. the book caused a slight rift between the gray boys with jack taking up his then wife's surname as to not draw attention to himself once it hit shelves.

ROSALIN "ROSIE" GRAY

michael managed to get rosalin a small job on his friend, elia kazan's latest film - gentleman's agreement as dorothy mcguire's personal assistant. since her brief modelling work had dried up, she just wanted something to get her out the house. however, mcguire had fallen ill during the production and instead of halting, kazan had rosalin run her lines opposite gregory peck. the pair grew close over the process and had begun dating by the premier. they married in nineteen-forty-nine and had their first set of children in nineteen-fifty - twins, edward and dean with another son and finally a daughter by nineteen-fifty-seven.

JOHN "JACK" GRAY

jack met aspiring socialite and heiress louise valentine after moving to new york city once completing his architecture degree at ucla. she introduced him to the life he'd actively ran from in his youth. however this was now on his own terms, now surrounded by his peers the recluse younger gray son became an infamous party boy. unbeknownst to the tabloids, jack was running from a secret and drowning out its pestering screams for release in booze and new-market drugs. louise and jack's marriage was an oddly sinister mirror of his own mother's plight. they went on to have a daughter together before separating in nineteen-seventy-six after his secret's exposure within a high-profile affair.

after the loss of his partner, journalist gene vanderbilt to aids and the death of his mother less than a year prior and ten years since the death of his baby sister. jack moved back to britain once hitting breaking point. escaping prying eyes of the us press, he eventually meets taxi driver stephen nimmo. the pair settle down in manchester living a rather quiet life and marrying in twenty-fourteen with his daughter and sibling's children in attendance.

VIOLET GRAY

it's nineteen-fifty, the year of the blossoming teenager - the golden age of hollywood and violet gray's grown up around every form of glitter imaginable. from the squeaky-clean to the seedy underbelly glows and now dawning her sister's 'bell of the ball' role at family gatherings. freshly seventeen, she's ready for her cake too. especially after an emboldening encounter with the glowing blonde bombshell who'd borrowed the mirror in her dresser and left a red lippy behind during rosie's birthday party.

enter her eldest brother's friend-of-a-friend from broadway with chocolate brown eyes she dreamed of melting in. nobody thought much of it. it was all rather innocent, little vi had a crush on the man that soon the whole world would too. staring up at the stage wishing hunter would need an impromptu understudy.

he called her flower. even between the subtle scoffs and snarky remarks towards her sister, the boisterous sitting-room gatherings with her brothers and consummate handshakes with her father and uncle eila. he didn't forget to call her flower after pinching a lucky strike and her cheek too because marlon brando knew.

violet, until the day she died could never forget the chalk-white complexion and sharp inhale from her mother in the spring of 'fifty-two after the tearful admission but nora was finally allowed to take the step she planned to at violet's age. they saw carrie in theatre later that day starring a family friend from england.

in an attempt to get the girl back on the "straight-and-narrow", violet was introduced to fellow aspiring actor, james dean in late september of nineteen-fifty-two and was instantly head-over-heels. the streetcar star long forgotten much to her mother and sister's delight as the boys - including michael had been none-the-wiser. forget flower, she was now a doll.

she'd never really recovered, it was an open secret. amongst her family and the court of public opinion. she'd lost too damn much, so fucking much. she couldn't even meet the eyes of her baby-boy, nor her doting husband charlie hope. one abortion, two miscarriages, the man of her dreams and the sister-like blonde bombshell, her body plastered all over that fucking bunny magazine. the days of being disney's darling girl where over. hollywood's glitter had begun to rot and decay but just like every other morning since that fateful day in nineteen-fifty-five, there was still the medicine cabinet.

it was nineteen-sixty-seven and violet would've been thirty-three that winter.

her final starring role was set to release two years later, nineteen-sixty-nine's, bonnie & clyde which would also mark the end of michael and nora's producing / casting film portfolio.

i'd had this sitting around a while and i didn't really know if i wanted to post it, mainly with the girls' sections - especially violet's but i've been writing a bit and i know i've been pretty radio silent for the past wee while so, whilst it's not a fic i hope you enjoyed a little more lore on the younger gray kids.

#oc: nora gray #peaky blinders #michael gray #micahel gray fic #peaky blinders fic #oc: the gray kids

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was watching the latest hunger games and i don’t know if you’ve seen it but there’s a scene with snow and lucy gray that is so reader and rafe core. like the scene where he kills the mayor’s daughter and lucy gray is in hysterics and he just grabs her, warns her to pull herself together and go back outside and pretend like he’s not just killed someone and i’m like this is so rafe and his casual dominance with reader. 😍😍

babe STOP you are SOOO onto something here.. + that scene in the movie had me FERAL!!!!! picturing season two after limbrey kills that guy (im so sorry i cannot recall any names.. was too busy staring at rafe's arms)

"oh my god!" you squeal, eyes wide like coins, tears filling up and almost spilling over in a matter of seconds. "oh my god, oh my god-"

rafe fucked up. he shouldn't have gotten you anywhere near this situation, it's his own fault. your insistence on not being too far from him and his own ego that found pleasure in that fact had won him over. rafe liked that you liked him, that you needed him around.

but right now he can tell what you're thinking—probably something along the lines of the fact that he was insane, that his dead body had appeared and he was going to take care of it because he wasn't reacting at all like you were, how any normal person would.

limbrey was staring at you, and a sudden fear ran through his mind that she might try and hurt you too.

"go inside-" he barks at the older lady, who doesn't move, gun in her hand. "go inside! m'gonna have to take care of this, leave-" she stalks off, while you watch with your big wet eyes, shoulders shaking, voice run dry from your screaming.

your reaction is normal, expected. he can't find it himself to even be remotely angry. he leaves the dead body where it is, hands finding your shoulders and dragging you away, like that might help you.

"hey, listen to me. listen to me." he says sternly, and you listen obediently, if not due to fear. "don't scream. don't worry. m'gonna take care of this-this mess, okay? we're gonna be fine."

"r-rafe, she k-killed someone. we, we have to call the police-"

"we're not calling anyone. m'gonna handle it. he was a bad guy, okay, no one's gonna miss him."

"a-and that makes it okay? rafe, you-"

"hey," he barks and you freeze up, listening. "listen, kid, have i ever gotten you hurt? haven't i kept you safe? hm?" he wants an answer, so you nod, still shell shocked. "s'gonna be fine. keep it together. i can't have you like this. we're gonna be fine."

"o-okay." you look down at your white shirt, observing tiny little dots of blood. "what, what do i-"

"go inside. throw this shirt in the fireplace. and then go upstairs to my room and take a shower. okay? i gotta take care of this first. then i'll come join you, got it? alright?"

"okay," you repeat, nodding, frozen. you look up at your boyfriend one last time, trusting him like you always do, even when a little part of you is screaming to run and take off in the other direction. "what're you gonna d-do, with him, uh-"

"i don't know, kid. i need to get you away from it first. just go upstairs, please-" your shoulders relax as soon as the sentence leaves his lips. your mind goes fuzzy, like it always does around rafe, but hearing that even in this insane, unfathomable situation, that his first priority is you, makes your head spin.

you lean in, pressing a kiss to rafe's lips, not pulling away until a minute has passed, your shaking hands tight on his arms.

like always, you follow the instructions he's given you, walking away and heading inside, shedding your clothes and burning them, cleaning yourself in the scalding water until you can smell nothing but the vanilla of your soap and the pine of rafe's shampoo. once out, you put on one of his shirts and some of his long white socks, everything feeling cold still.

you wait patiently on his bed, not able to focus on anything on your phone. when rafe walks in, you don't move, letting him come sit beside you.

"what did you-" you start, before being interrupted.

"don't ask, kid." rafe doesn't sound mad, rather protective. "if i tell you, you're in this shit now. can't have that."

you wrap your arms around his neck, crawling into rafe's lap and into a tight hug. his hands tense around your waist, and you close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin. he doesn't smell like blood, at the very least, so you think he hasn't done anything crazy yet.

or crazier, you correct yourself.

"the swamp. in the woods. there's gators, and foxes, and who knows what else." it comes out as a whisper, like you're scared that the walls might overhear. "if you bring him there, no one will find him. if no one finds him you can't get in trouble."

rafe pulls out of the hug to look at you, all shaky limbs and wet eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

#the way my brain can’t decide whether it wants to be on coryo+finnick bs or rafe+jj bs #feel like i need to watch tbosas again #like this is so good! #also! fun fact i once worked with the daughter of catching fire’s screenwriter and didn’t realize that until i went back and watched it for #tbosas’ release #i know i’ve like hijacked your post a bit babes but holy shit this is so good cause i need s2 (+s3) rafe cardinally

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LIP & FIONA 7.03 — "Home Sweet Homeless Shelter "

#my little brother would be dead meat if he pulled that shite #but i love their dynamic

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Can we just give Emerald Fennell all the money so she can keep creating mind fucking masterpieces ?

#i might get flack for this #however as someone with filmmaking experience - imdb credits and all thought i’d give my two cent #i like fennell i think she’s a fantastic director however i’m a little more mixed on her writing #especially with promising young woman #it just felt redundant and by the end of the film you’re left feeling like what the fuck in the worst way #it just always feels like she on the verge of something to say and then doesn’t??? #i do wish us common folk could make films simply based on vibes #saltburn less so simply because you get halfway through the film and it’s got nothing to say but ‘the rich are greedy’ which isn’t news to #anyone else but them #and yeah i know this is an oversimplification but so are her scripts #i enjoy her films but i don’t think she’s this groundbreaking 1 in a gen writer she’s just got money and has had a lot of time to hone her #craft like shocker the director with legit royalty ties can’t write class commentary for shit