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artificialcorby · 4 months

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× Christmas Eve ×

He had thought about this day so many times. Had imagined walking up to the familiar green door of his parents' house, heels clicking on the stone path towards it. Simon following right behind.

In his dreams they had matching scarves. He doesn't even know why. In some of his dreams they held hands after he rang the door, waiting for it to open.

In a few dreams he was greeted with a smile. As if there was nothing about bringing along another man, holding his hand, entering the house he grew up in. A home to both of them now.

But once or twice he dreamt how the face of his mother froze. As did his own.

"This is Simon. He is-...

"We're...."

He'd struggle for words while his mother's expression would fall, turning into a mask of utter disgust. Before she'd slam the door into his face and he could hear her crying.

This is usually the moment he wakes. Sometimes covered in sweat. Sometimes with just a single wet stain on his pillow, where his tears dropped from his face onto the fabric.

The house is decorated. But not overly. There's a wreath at the door, just like every year for as long as he can remember, a small tree with lights in the front yard, the Christmas tree visible in the window facing the street, more lights in the windows. The entire place radiates warmth, despite the light drizzle and the wind outside.

The walk up to the door has never felt so long. Never felt so heavy. His heart is pounding in his chest. His palms are sweaty. Johnny has a key, but rings the bell anyway, letting go of Simon’s hand when he does.

“They don’t know….” Soap said out of nowhere after several minutes of driving in silence.

“What do you mean?” Ghost inquired, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Me parents. I haven’t told them.” Johnny’s eyes were cast down to his hands in his lap.

Ghost didn’t need any more words of explanation. He understood. They never talked about it before, but he figured that Johnny wasn’t out to his parents yet.

Reaching over, Simon took the other’s hand into his, brought it up to scarred lips, placed gentle kisses on knuckles.

“Did you plan to tell them today?” he then asked softly.

“I don’t know.” Soap replied.

Did he? A part of him wanted to. A part of him tried to over the past few weeks. But he never found the right time. And he could never picture a positive outcome. Not the way they kept asking him about a potential girlfriend or when he wanted to start a family.

A small woman in her late 50s or perhaps early 60s with rosy cheeks opens the door, beaming at Johnny, holding out her arms to cup his face with her hands. And Johnny smiles. Smiles like Ghost has never seen him smile before. The woman's voice is loud, high pitched, but full of joy when she greets her son, gushing over him before he even gets to set foot into the house. Johnny still just smiles patiently, leaning in when his mother stands on her toes to squish and kiss his face as if he's just eight years old.

"Maw, that's Lieutenant Simon Riley." he motions at Ghost when they finally make it inside. "A telt ye aboot 'im."

The woman doesn’t lose her smile. But she keeps her distance when she greets Simon. Maybe it’s because Johnny asked them in advance to tone it down a little. Maybe it’s because he introduced him as his commanding officer. Or it’s because of something else entirely. The scars maybe? The reasons remain unclear.

“Iain, haud fashin’ yersel’ wi’ the fucken’ tree and git yer arse o’er here. Oor laddie’s hame.” she suddenly yells, turning her head towards the living room door.

“Johnny?” sounds a male voice from the living room. “Were ye meddlin’ wi’ the lights last year? They fucken’ pooched!”

“Naw, Ah didnae touch ‘em. Ye did, as aye.” Johnny responds exasperated, rolling his eyes and giving Simon an apologetic look.

“We got a guest.” his mother reminds. And his father calls from the living room. “Ah’m unner the bloody tree Isi, Ah cannae sup hands richt noo.”

Now it’s Johnny who raises his voice. “Haw, will ye yins no haud yer wheesht? Ye’re embarrassin’ me!”

Rubbing his face afterwards, he almost regrets bringing Simon into this. He should have known.

But much to his own surprise, he hears his Lieutenant chuckle next to him. Looking up he even sees him smile.

Simon takes his coat off, handing it to Soap, saying. “I’ll go say hello and see if I can help.”

The puzzled look on Soap’s face when Ghost walks away must speak volumes, since it makes his mother laugh.

Maybe he stresses too much about everything. Maybe it’s all going to be fine.

Maybe.

He stands in the door frame for a moment, watching a scene he would never have dared to dream of: His Lieutenant crouching in front of the tree, talking to the pair of legs sticking out from beneath it. The two of them talking like this isn’t the first time he brought Simon home.

“He’s no sae bad, is he?” his mother speaks quietly behind him.

“Nae… he’s not.” Johnny answers without realising. His mind is miles away.

“He’s a braw yin, too.”

Johnny’s face goes pale and he slowly turns to look over his shoulder, down at the woman behind him. The surging panic in his eyes is met with a warm smile and a comforting hand rubbing his back. No further words are spoken when he fully turns and crumbles into a much needed embrace, sobbing quietly at his mother’s shoulder.

“Ye didnae think Ah didnae ken me lad, did ye?”

Johnny doesn’t answer. And there is no answer needed.

Of course she knew. Mothers always do.

× end ×

#ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mactavish #call of duty #cod #ghoap #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #modern warfare #mw #mw2 #MW3 #mwII #mwIII

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sotwk · 5 months

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hello! you mentioned before how Maereth is a descendant of one of Feanor's sons but you haven't revealed it yet and no one has guessed it yet either

in a spur of the moment (and adrenaline from lack of sleep and too much work) 🤣 i would like to take a guess... is it Maglor? I did some searching and it seems he is the only one among the sons to have been married and live long enough for Maereth be born around 553 years of the sun (based on the end notes of last chapter, greenleaf's day out)

(I hope I spelled the names correctly 😅)

I know this reply is a bit late, my Anon friend, but you have to believe me that I was MASSIVELY EXCITED so receive your message! I haven't been in a huge rush to make a big reveal about Elvenqueen Maereth, though a couple of other friends have shown interest in her "hidden identity". But it's been a year since I first started writing about her, and you are the first one to come forward with a guess about her lineage.

YOU ARE CORRECT! Mostly. Queen Maereth, beloved wife of Elvenking Thranduil, comes from the line of Fëanor through his second son, Maglor. But Maglor is not Maereth's father, but rather her maternal grandfather.

From her father's side, Maereth is actually half-Teleri, and is the granddaughter of another renowned elf-lord, Círdan! (In the SotWK AU, Círdan wed one of the granddaughters of Olwë, a Falmari who had done the unthinkable and crossed the Helcaraxë, following her cousin Galadriel.)

Ever wonder how Legolas (seemingly randomly) turned out to be a shipwright in the Fourth Age? There is your headcanon explanation. It's in his blood!

This also means the last ruler of Eryn Lasgalen, Thranduil's grandson and heir, Aranion, son of Mirion, carries the blood of all three groups of Calaquendi. (He has Vanyar blood from his mother, Itarildë.) Just one of my favorite bits of SotWK HC lore.

I would have to make a very long post (or several) to fully explain the lineage of Maereth. That's quite a project that will take some time. So for now, please enjoy the quick summary of her ancestry, along with my fancast for the OC and canon characters. <3

The Ancestry of Elvenqueen Maereth, wife of Thranduil: Fancast Visuals

MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS

Maglor, son of Fëanor / Velcálë "Vanandur", Noldorin Servant of Vana (oc)

Fancast: Ben Barnes as Maglor; Zendaya Coleman as Velcálë

PATERNAL GRANDPARENTS

Círdan, Lord of the Falas / Eäriel, granddaughter of Olwë (oc)

Fancast: Iain Glen as Círdan; Olivia Hussey as Eäriel

PARENTS

Eärondir, son of Círdan (oc) / Laurinwen, daughter of Maglor (oc)

Fancast: Alexander Skarsgard as Eärondir; Lily Collins as Laurinwen

ELVENQUEEN MAERETH

Wife of Thranduil, mother of Legolas, and Elvenqueen of the Woodland Realm

Fancast: Jennifer Connelly as Maereth

Please free to send me any Asks about these characters! Thank you again for the wonderful Ask and for your interest in the SotWK AU!

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safedistancefrombeingsmart · 1 year

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Your favourite Martin Freeman character

Oh no, what do I choose?

#martin freeman #john watson #bilbo baggins #phil rask #everett ross #paul worlsey #tim canterbury #lester nygaard #iain mackelpie #chris carson #my polls

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blogger360ncislarules · 1 month

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It's almost time for Young Sheldon to meet old Sheldon.

Jim Parsons is reprising his Big Bang Theory role in the upcoming series finale of the spinoff, and he opened up about the experience on Friday's episode of Today. When asked what it was like being back, Parsons replied, "Very weird. Also very beautiful."

Parsons, 51, has narrated Young Sheldon for its entire seven-season run, but the May 16 finale will mark the first time characters from the original show will appear on screen, as he and Big Bang Theory costar Mayim Bialik reprise their roles as socially awkward genius Sheldon Cooper and slightly less socially awkward genius Amy Farrah Fowler.

Details about Parsons and Bialik's onscreen reunion, however, are being kept under wraps.

"Big Bang Theory was always a live-audience show and Young Sheldon is a single-camera show, and I got to do it with Mayim — we both played Sheldon and Amy from the series — and to do it in that situation, it was just different enough that it wasn't creepy," Parsons told Today. "Like going like, 'What are we doing here again?!' Instead, it was really sweet. It felt like the nicest little coda to the whole experience, and I was very grateful that they asked us to do it."

Young Sheldon stars Iain Armitage as the adolescent version of the titular brainiac Parsons played for 12 seasons from 2007 to 2019. And while Young Sheldon is signing off in May, the Big Bang Theory universe is set to expand again with yet another series: a Young Sheldon spinoff centering on Georgie Cooper (Montana Jordan) and his wife, Mandy (Emily Osment), as they raise their family in Texas.

#young sheldon #the big bang theory #shamy

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lucibell-writes · 9 months

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All right, listen, this isn't what I'm actively working on right now, but I am a graduate student and I study knights (among other things) and this bit hit me in a burst of inspiration a few minutes ago. Have an offering.

He heard his name—Anglicized, butchered as normal—from across the field. He turned quickly, holding tight tot he reins of a spooked and bloodied, but not bleeding, horse. He finds a knight, armored with the lord’s surcoat over his chest plate, standing eerily still in a sea of frenetic movement. Mud and grass and blood fly up around his sabatons and greaves as horses and other squires shuffle around him, giving him the widest berth they can afford. He glares at Iain from under heavy brows, his sword hanging loosely, bloody, from his right hand, his helmet tucked under his left.

“Sir?” Iain says.

“His Grace calls for you.” He pauses. “By name.”

Iain blinks. He quickly hands off the horse, explaining what he was about to do to a nearby squire whose name he does not know and whose face he has never seen, and rushes quickly over to the knight. The man turns without a word, striding with purpose across the field to the ornate tent behind the supply lines. Its linens and silks flutter in the wind, the grass around it mostly untouched, save for a worn path in front of the opening. The knight stops there and waves Iain in silently.

When he enters the dimly lit space, the first thing he notices is a set of battered and bloodied armor to his right, what he assumes to be the accompanying gambeson mangled next to it. His gaze lights on a vicious, stained tear on one side, just where two plates would meet, and looks quickly away. He feels his gorge rise, mingled hope and horror churning in his gut.

He steps lightly down the carpet trailing to the table in the center, the raised dais behind it. The duke is leaning on his hands, poring over a vellum map weighed down with stones. He glances up as Iain approaches.

“MacTavish,” he says. The duke’s voice has been gravel as long as Iain has been in his service, worn ragged, he assumes, by a combination of shouting in battle and the foreign tobacco he so favors. Iain picks his head up, fixing his eyes on the sliver of skin visible at the top of the duke’s tunic rather than his face.

“My lord,” he replies.

There’s a long, drawn out silence before the duke asks, “How long have you been in my family’s service, John?”

Iain takes a deep breath through his nose, the only indication of a long ignored fury at being called the Anglicized version of his name. He stifles down the impulse, the instinctive, It’s not as if you don’t have the same vowels in your own language.

“Twenty years, my lord,” he says instead.

The duke settles into the chair behind him with a sigh. “That long?” he asks. Iain watches him run a hand over his beard. “You’ve been with us since you were a tiny lad,” he says.

Iain nods. “Aye, sir.” He winces, forgetting briefly that his Northernness is a detriment here, not a boon. But the duke says nothing.

“I remember your father,” the duke replies. Iain only nods again. He and the duke are not terribly far apart in age—ten, maybe fifteen summers—but he prefers not to think of their other differences. “He was a good man,” the duke says quietly.

Iain swallows against the lie before he says, “Yes, sir, he was.”

“You’ve never thought so, have you, John?”

Iain, against his better judgement, snaps his gaze to the duke’s face, catching his blue eyes against his own. There’s a fatigue there, a weariness that hadn’t been there two months ago. But his look is also knowing, and Iain is struck by the innate realization that the duke knows him better than he’d realized.

“No, sir.” Iain says simply.

The duke taps his fingertips on the arm of his chair. He nods. “I suppose not, given what he sacrificed for power. What he forced you to sacrifice.”

Iain’s breath hitches for a different reason, never having expected an Englishman to see or understand the nuances of his presence under their lordship. He says nothing.

The duke’s gaze strays to the armor behind Iain. “I’ve lost too many, John.”

Iain says nothing.

The duke’s eyes return to his. “You’re the oldest.”

Iain blinks. The oldest squire. The most experienced. The one most likely to—

“My lord?” he asks quietly.

“It’s time,” the duke responds.

Iain thinks of his own half-formed suit of armor back at the manor’s barracks. The coin slowly racking up in a box under his pallet. His lack of proper weapon. Of horse.

He turns slowly to look at the suit of armor behind him, tracing its form. It looks about his size, if only a bit too big. Something about the detailing—the edges—is familiar, but he can’t place it. He looks back at the duke.

“Whose was it?”

If he’s going to be accoladed with a dead man’s property, he’d at least like to know who to honor.

His knees nearly buckle at the sorrow that washes over the duke’s face. “Riley’s.”

Everything inside of Iain goes silent.

Simon Riley.

The best and the brightest of them, the youngest ever formally knighted into the former duke’s service, nearly a decade ago. Six years Iain’s senior. Gone.

“I’m not—” worthy, Iain wants to say.

“He believed in you, you know. Praised you frequently.”

Iain blinks, and is surprised by the hot rush of tears down his face. Simon Riley. Shining, beautiful, bright Simon Riley wouldn’t. Would he?

“If anyone, he would want it to be you.”

Iain takes one look back at the armor. Nods.

The duke stands as he turns back to him. “It won’t be ceremonial, not like you were probably expecting. And we’ll have to work out other details later.”

Iain nods again, firm. “I’m ready, my lord.”

#ghostsoap #soapghost #john 'soap' mactavish #simon 'ghost' riley #cod: mwii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #fanfiction #cod: mw2 #captain john price #john price #medieval au #but like historically informed in ways that are super off brand for me #iykyk

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troveofcmuses · 7 months

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Hello, welcome to Troveofcmuses!!!

My name is Feyre (she/her, 30+, pst). A selective independent multimuse that contains muses from A Song of Ice and Fire, House of the Dragon, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Bridgerton, Grishaverse, TVD, The Originals, Sanditon, Twilight, Zodiac Academy, Into the Badlands, & Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness. I also have two OCs from Harry Potter & ASOIAF/HOTD. Side note: I do not support JK Rowling!

Activity: Blog activity is low, but I am here working on stuff when I am able.

I am still working on my carrd (slow due to working on three). So in the meantime, my muses are listed below. If you have any questions, just reach out and ask--I would be happy to answer anything. For now, the only rules that need to be followed are: reblog from the source, no harassing for replies, and messages need to be on Discord. I will block people who break these rules...

places to find me: @brideofcdragons || @reclusiveduke

Sadly, I don't have a carrd yet, and most likely won't. This is a list of my muses, with some background.

ASOIAF: Jon Snow (book only; bisexual. fc: Timothee Chalamet) || Jorah Mormont ( book & show | Fc: Iain Glen; younger version Sam Heughan) || Missandei (books & show) || Robb Stark (show and book; bisexual) ||

HOTD: Rhaenyra Targaryen (book and show; bisexual) || Shiera Seastar (fc: Diane Kruger) ||

Bridgerton: Daphne Bridgerton (book & show) || Eloise Bridgerton (book & show; bisexual) || Kate Sharma/ Sheffield (book & show) || Lady Danbury (book & show) || Violet Bridgerton (book & show) || King George III (book & show) || Queen Charlotte (book & show) || Gareth St. Clair (book; fc: Henry Golding) ||

Grishaverse: Alina Starkov (book & show) || Inej Ghafa (book & show) ||Tolya Yul-Bataar (book & show) || (note: I have not read all of Shadow & Bone--I am on book 2. I also just started Six of Crows--a lot of background will be from the show and my own creation).

TVD: Stefan Salvatore (book & show) || Katherine Pierce (book & show; bisexual) || Bonnie Bennett (book & show)

The Originals: Elijah Mikaelson || Rebekah Mikaelson (bisexual) ||

Twilight: Alice Cullen (book & movie; bisexual) || Edward Cullen (book & movie; fc: Robert Pattinson or Douglas Booth depending on preference, regency era: Corey Mylchreest) || Bella Swan ( book & movie; fc: Abigail Cowen) ||Carlisle Cullen ( book & movie; fc: Matt Lanter) || Esme Cullen (book & movie; fc: Rachel Brosnahan) ||

ACOTAR: Nesta Archeron (fc: Imogen Poots) || Feyre Archeron (fc: Danielle Rose Russell) || Rhysand (fc: Toni Mahfud) || Cassian (fc Can Yaman) ||

Throne of Glass: Manon Blackbeak (fc: Nyane Lebajoa; bisexual) || Dorian Havilliard (Evans Nikopoulos) ||

Sanditon: Charlotte Heywood (book & show) || Alexander Colbourne (show) || Sidney Parker (book & show)

Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness series: Persephone Rosi (fc: Holliday Grainger) || Hecate (fc: Olivia Cheng; bisexual) ||

The Witcher: Yennefer of Vengerberg (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) || Cirilla of Cintra/ Ciri (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) ||

Fourth Wing: Violet Sorrengail (fc: Kaya Scodelario) || Xaden Riorson (fc: Thomas Doherty) ||

Harry Potter/Hogwarts Legacy: Narcissa Black Malfoy (book & show; fc: Young Narcissa—Emilia Schule. Older Narcissa —Helen McCrory. ||

Original Characters: Leyton Mormont (asoiaf/got; fc: Leo Suter. Background: Son of Jorah Mormont & Lynesse Hightower; sellsword). ||

Message me if you want more details about certain muses.

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garebearandnan · 4 months

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LITG S2 | EP 14 | Unseen Bits - Week 2

Some of the dialog is from RLT Love Island UK show and S3 (re-write)

Already missing S2 so thought I'd post this today.

Voice-Over by Iain Stirling: Prepare to ditch feelings for foolishness... and swap tension... for tomfoolery. So embrace your inner child...

CLIP: “Have you seen the size of that?” Bobby claims, ”Oh, my God, that's a bird.”

“It's a fucking dinosaur.” Gary says and proceeds to take a selfie with cricket.

Iain Stirling: … and enjoy an hour of unfiltered funnies. This is Love Island: Unseen Bits.

CLIP: Marisol and Priya scream and jump up off the swing seat as a big bug flies between them. (BOTH: GIGGLE and HUG EACH OTHER) Marisol states, "I’m going to pee myself."

CLIP: Henrik says, “I reckon I'm the only boy in Love Island history to only sleep with boys.”

🎵 LOVE ISLAND THEME PLAYS 🎵

Iain Stirling: Welcome to Unseen Bits, ladies. I think you'll like it here. It's been two weeks, but the Islanders only just seem to have noticed the moon. I've no idea how - we show a cutaway of it pretty much every episode.

CLIP: Grace, Hope, and Lottie are sitting on day beds, enjoying some tea while observing the moon. Grace comments on its appearance, “Look how beautiful the moon is.”

Hope cocked her head to the side and asked, “That's... Is that a full moon?”

Lottie replied, “Almost. Not quite. It's just cut off.”

Hope inquires about where it is cut off! Grace points and describes, “Like, the top left corner isn't quite circular.” She next mentions that it's almost a full moon, “Close to it, though.”

"Full moons sometimes give people headaches, too. They make them go a bit cray." The makeup artist added, “Fucks with you.”

Hope expresses surprise and asks if it's similar to how werewolves are affected. “Do you have to watch out for wolves here?”

Grace asked, “Wolves? We are in Spain.”

The Londoner inquired, “Do you believe in them?”

Lottie added, “Wolves are not a fake thing. What are you talking about?”

Hope shook her head and clarified, “No. I'm talking about the wolves, the humans that turn into wolves.”

“What, like a werewolf?” asked Grace.

“Are werewolves...? Do you believe in werewolves?” asked Hope.

“Mmm... I don't think so.” Grace reveals her scepticism about the existence of werewolves and teasingly asks, “They're not real, are they? Are they real? They're not real. I've never met one or know someone that's met one.”

Lottie replied, “No. I just know them from Twilight.”

Grace shifts the conversation by asking about mythical creatures: “What's the mythical creature you find the most fascinating?”

Hope immediately responds with "mermaids," and Grace gasps in surprise. Grace whispers, “Fuck off! I was about to say mermaids.”

“Yeah, I do!” Hope confirms her love for mermaids.

Grace explains, "That's why I asked the question. My favourite princess was Ariel, the Little Mermaid," and both she and Hope expressed their love for the character. Lottie smiles and says, “I love Aquamarine.”

The girls continue to discuss their mythical creatures, as Hope asks, “Do you think they might be real?”

Lottie expresses her belief that mythical creatures could exist, “Yeah, I don't see why not. But not what we think.” She implies a different origin for mermaids by suggesting, “Maybe, like, a fish and a lady had sex one day.”

“I think mermaids… I feel like they're, like, just a massive, like, thing in the sea.” Hope expands on her thoughts, envisioning mermaids as, “Cos I don't think… that look like really scary, massive fish, not exactly as people traditionally imagine them.”

✤✤✤

Iain Stirling: Boys are by the pool. Girls are out of earshot. Turn the volume down, guys, I bet we're in for some absolutely filthy lad banter.

Gary, Ibrahim, Henrik and Bobby sitting on the pool edge with legs in water.

Bobby: What's your favourite animation film?

Henrik: Animation?

Bobby: Animation film, yeah.

Gary: Shrek was... Shrek's good.

Henrik: Shrek was big.

Bobby: Ah, Shrek was a bad boy film.

Ibrahim: Space Jam.

Henrik: Space Jam? I don't think I've even watched it.

Ibrahim: What?!

Henrik: I don't think I ever… I've seen bits, but I haven't watched it.

Bobby: You ain't seen Space Jam either?

Ibrahim: You guys!

Gary: Mates, that's disappointing, that is.

Henrik: Mine's got to be Madagascar, I love Madagascar.

Gary: Madagascar's mint.

Bobby and Gary chant: I like to move it, move it I like to move it, move it!

ALL: LAUGHTER

Henrik and Ibrahim join in chant: I like to... move it!

Bobby: He's too funny, him.

ALL: LAUGHTER

Gary: Oh, mate, we're forgetting Toy Story.

Henrik: Toy Story's massive. Massive.

Gary: I can't lie, I wanted to cry, you know, at the end, you know?

Ibrahim: What, the third one?

Gary: Yeah, man, that's big. He... Bro, he left them.

Henrik: Yeah.

Ibrahim: I love Shark Tale as well.

Henrik: Yeah, oh, that's it!

Gary & Bobby: Oscar the Sharkslayer!

Ibrahim: Yeah, yeah, loved that shit.

Bobby: And then Angelina Jolie coming in.

Bobby sings out: Oooh. Ooh-ooh ooh-ohh. (He wiggles his body.)

ALL: LAUGHTER

Bobby: Unreal.

Ibrahim: What a banger that was.

Bobby: That fish, that fish was peng as well.

THEY LAUGH

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(The following S3 Sex Tape' chat is re-written for S2 Islanders)

Iain Stirling: It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, and you’re feeling good! But one Islander needs to let off a little steam.

CLIP: All the Islanders are lounging by the pool. Bobby winced, “Rocco, I want to agree with you, but it just sounds disgusting.”

Lucas grimaced. “It’s a risotto! Who puts cucumber in it?”

Iain Stirling: Well, I’m glad someone cleared that up for me…

Priya said, “I don’t know; they kinda do look exactly the same.”

“Exactly! Only a courgette is fancier. A cucumber works just as well,” Rocco retorted.

The smile spread across Gary's face. “Name of Rocco’s sex tape.” The girls giggle, and Rocco just rolls his eyes.

Lottie spoke next and asked, “If you were going to make a tape, what would you actually call it?”

Gary chimed in, “Easy. True grit.”

The Islanders groan, and Lottie pulls a face of disgust. “How is that sexy?”

Gary rebutted, “It’s not. I just think it’s a great movie... Wait, you meant sex tape?”

“Mine would be something sensual.” Lottie thinks for a moment, then says, “What Women Want.”

Hope jokes, "Mine would be, 'Inspect Her Gadget.'"

Noah smiles and squeezes her hand. “You don’t have to ask me twice…”

“Hope, you’re so dirty!” Marisol then turned to Grace. “What about you, Grace? What would you name your naughty video?” The Islanders turn to you.

“Hmm... my sex tape would be called…” Grace smiled flirtatiously at them and said, “Sin-derella.”

Gary flashed her a grin. “If the shoe fits…” She replied, “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

Gary responded, “Glad-ia-tor would be one.” Grace blushed, and Bobby jokingly stated, “That’s a bit of a mouthful, isn’t it?”

Lottie rolled her eyes playfully. “Bobby!”

Gary teased, “Name of Bobby's sex tape!”

Gary and Bobby give each other a high five. The Islanders laugh playfully. Marisol indicated hers to be "Missionary Impossible."

Lucas asked, “Did you just come up with that?”

Marisol smirked. “What can I say, I’m a natural.”

Henrik stated, “Fast and Furious would be a good one too. You wouldn’t even need to change the name.”

The Islanders all laugh. Lucas chimed in, “You know what’s a good film? Any film with Ryan Gosling.”

Priya gave a small nod. “He is so fit.”

Noah remarked, “Yeah, Drive was awesome.” And Ibrahim claimed, “I was in a lift with Jason Mamoa.”

Priya’s breath catches in her throat. “Shut up! No way!”

Ibrahim nodded his head. “Yes, way. He’s impressive…”

Priya argued that this was an excessively modest remark, “That’s an understatement. Ugh, I’d let him blast me with his trident any day.”

Grace gasped. “Oh, my gosh, Priya.” The others laugh. Bobby stands up and takes a running jump towards the pool. “Move out of the way. Here comes the cannon ball.”

"My hair!" Lottie shrieks. "My hair!"

Gary lets out a loud whoop and jumps into the pool, splashing a few of the others. Marisol gets wet. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Gary and Bobby both have massive grins on their faces. The other boys soon jump in the pool, and they all splash around. Gary calls out, “Grace! Jump in!”

Lucas claimed, “Yeah! It’s lovely. Good call, Bobby.”

Grace strides towards the pool. She tucks her limbs and hits the water with an enormous splash.

Gary and Bobby cheer loudly. Priya states, “Right. I might as well get in now. I’m already wet. Wait! That could be the name of my sex tape!”

In response, Ibrahim said, “Yes, Priya! You nailed it.”

Lottie added, “And that could be the name of yours, Rahim!” Laughter fills the air.

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Iain Stirling: Time for another exclusive, in the dressing room. Bobby is trying to get inside Priya's blouse, literally.

CLIP: Ibrahim and Bobby are standing by the doorway as Priya pulls out a pink kimono. Marisol is styling her hair at the vanity. Priya turns to the boys, and says, “So this is like a kimono.”

Marisol looked over and said, “Aw…” Priya tries it on. “Oh, that is a cute one.”

Ibrahim agreed, saying, “It’s nice.”

Priya asked, “Do you like it?”

“100%” He responded, and she handed it to Ibrahim, asking, “Do you want to take it downstairs for me?”

Bobby grabs it. “I'm wearing it.”

Priya giggles. “Are you actually?” Bobby starts to put it on.

Marisol said in surprise, “Oh, my god.” Ibrahim cheered, “Yes!!!! It looks like…”

Bobby looks at himself in the mirror as he models the kimono. “I feel like a gangster. I feel like a rapper.”

ALL: LAUGHTER

Iain Stirling: And just like that Bobby became a style icon.

CLIP: Lucas and Henrik are chatting around the fire pit. Bobby struts down the steps and sashays to the firepit. He calls out to Lucas, “You got fashion, Lucas. What are you saying to this?”

Lucas gasped, then smirked. “Alright. Give us a fuckin’ walk and a twirl.” Bobby gives it a twirl.

(Song plays in the background) Vogue by Madonna #Let your body move to the music (move to the music)

“Ah…” Lucas trailed off, laughing.

#Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow) #You know you can do it

Lucas' eyebrows lifted as he said in amusement, “It's pretty sick though, I won't lie.” Bobby says with a chuckle, “It’s not mine.”

Lucas stretched back on the bench, getting more comfortable. “I know. I know.” Henrik said cheerfully, “You can fuckin’ rock that.”

Bobby replied with a cheeky smile, “I know, I can.” Henrik repeated the Scotsman’s words with an amused look: “I know, I can!”

He struts around and swishes out the bottom of the kimono. “Look at the swish of the blaw!”

(Song plays in the background) Vogue by Madonna #Ooh, you've got to Let your body move to the music

“That is how you make your exit.” He does another twirl and struts away. (ALL: LAUGHTER). “Oh, that’s heights, the swish.” Bobby pumps his arms and trusts his midsection a couple of times. (ALL: LAUGHTER). “Blaw!” He says with a laugh. (Song fades out in the background.)

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Iain Stirling: After the recouple on Day 9 the Islanders are settling down for bed.

TEXT ALERT

Gary calls out, “I've got a text!” He read out. "Islanders, the Hideaway is open tonight."

Bobby: Whoo!

Priya: Woo hoo!

Iain Stirling: This week saw the return of the Hideaway, the villa's iconic love palace with a carpet like Gary's local.

ALL CHANT: Noah and Hope! Noah and Hope!

Iain Stirling: Not really. It's proper swanky, and ‘Nope’ bagged themselves the first visit of the season.

Hope and Noah relax on the bed and have a little toast to celebrate a night alone.

Hope: Cheers to that.

Noah: Cheers.

They clink their glasses and take a sip.

Iain Stirling: Hope and Noah enjoyed a slow-motion kiss. Well, what you didn't see was Hope hatching a plan to secure that snog.

Hope in the Beach Hut: “It's like when you're back at school, getting a cheeky kiss chase. I'm gonna get cheesy... cheeky kiss chase. Hang on. That's a bit of a tongue tie, innit? I am gonna get a cheeky kiss… chase. I'm gonna get a cheeky kiss case.” (She laughs.) “I am gonna get a cheeky kiss case. Fuck off, I ain't doing it. I can't do it. I'm done with this shit. I'm gonna snog Noah, all right?! I'm gonna go snog Noah tonight, and it's gonna be a kiss chase. Ending with a snog. We got there in the end! Fucking hell!”

Iain Stirling: Here's an unseen bit of Hope getting handsy in the hideaway.

Hope slowly drizzles oil on Noah’s skin. While straddling his back, as he lays face down on the bed, she slowly moves the oil over his skin.

He lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Mmmmmm…” Hope massages his back and slowly moves her hands up to his shoulders. “I feel like we should definitely go to a spa day, though.”

Pulling back, she raised a brow. “Why? Is this massage not good enough for you?”

“Nah, this is good, but… you know what I mean.” Noah turns his head slightly, and his eyes are closed, and he’s smiling.

“Hmm?”

Noah replied softly, “A weekend away. Have you been to the Lake District?”

Hope claimed, “No, I really wanna go.”

Hope’s voice drops into a silky, smooth tone. “I really wanna go to Bali, as well.”

“Same. Oh!” You hear Noah let out a quiet moan as she begins to rub her hands at the base of his neck. He says with a sigh, “I really wanna go to Scotland, as well.”

She continues kneading his muscles. “Why Scotland?”

“I don't know, it's got amazing, like… Like, the Highlands, is that the right place? I'd love to see Dartmoor.”

“I think so. Where the rocks are? Bobby says Dartmoor's stunning.”

Noah agreed. “Yeah, I need to see this place.” He lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Mmm… You have incredible hands. You're too good at this, you know. "

Hope asked, “I am?”

Noah smirked. “Yeah, I feel like I'm about to fart on your nunny.”

She stops messaging him and just looks at him.

Iain Stirling: So much for a happy ending. After a hard week of cracking on, grafting and chatting about their types on paper, our Islanders like nothing more than to kick back, relax and discuss their favourite subject.

CLIP: Ibrahim, Lucas, Marisol, Hope, and Henrik are relaxing on outdoor seating and discussing their wildest first date experiences.

Henrik asks, “What's like, the wildest first date you guys have ever been on?”

Marisol is the first to share a date story. “I've not done anything too wild on a first date, I'll be honest. I've had, like, the most embarrassing one. It was a Tinder date, and I'm cringing just thinking about it. We went to the cinema and watched a horror movie, and this guy just sweated the whole time, profusely sweated.”

Lucas asks, was he scared, or what? And Marisol didn’t know.

Ibrahim mentioned, “Or cos he was hot?”

She replied, “It could have been a mixture of both, but either way, it was just unnecessary, and I was, like, I wanna go home. Anyway, he drove me home, and rather than turning off the car when you're chatting, he left his headlights or whatever on and talked to me. His car fully broke down.”

Marisol nodded to his question, “The battery died?”

Hope gasped. “Oh, my God!”

“I just left him there. I just went home and left him sitting outside my house.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.)

Henrik chuckled. “That is pain. Oh, my God! That is actually pain.”

Marisol nodded. “He literally wound down his window, "Oh, my battery's died." She laughs. “I was, like, OK, bye."

The boys laugh. Hope giggled. “OK, bye?”

Marisol shrugged with a smile. “Yeah, I just left it. It was… Dying. What about you guys? Have you had any embarrassing ones?”

Ibrahim starts, “Not really wild and I didn't get caught, but there was the day I found out I was lactose intolerant. We were eating on a rooftop, and I was eating creamy, creamy spaghetti, and it literally... my stomach and all that started doing, started making music and all this stuff.” (THEY ALL LAUGH.) Ibrahim added, “Then the only toilet was beside us, so I had to, like, hold my arse and run all the way to the street to a McDonald's and I just shat. I even vomited as well, man. And then I had to come back and just pretend nothing happened. Literally, like.” (THEY ALL LAUGH.)

Lucas asked, “Did she not gather anything had happened?”

“No, I said I was talking to the bartender downstairs, just trying to see what drinks they have.”

Grace walks over and joins the group. Hope asked, “Why did you go to Maccies? What the fuck!”

Marisol asked, “What about you, Grace? We're talking about the most embarrassing or worst dates you've been on?”

Grace explains: “OK, so it's not even on a date. So, basically, the guy I was talking to, it was after, like, the club. He dropped me home, and I was a little bit tipsy, but I needed to pee. And with me, when I need to go, I need to go. So we're driving, I'm like, stop the car now, I need to wee! He's like, can you not wait? We're nearly home; like, just wait. I was like, I can't! So, I've thought he's slowed down, obviously not as much as I thought. I've opened the door, and I've 007'd out the car and ran to go do a wee, and obviously just adrenaline rush, not thinking about it. I've come back to the car. This is how this looked. Grazed knees, like, slit through my pants, blood everywhere, and a broken nail. Jeez! Literally, it was so embarrassing.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.)

Iain Stirling: Sounds nasty, Grace, but when you've gotta go, you've gotta go. This week we saw the islanders having a great time at a MoS party. And the return of a famous season one Islander.

CLIP: The lights facing the DJ stand flash on. Standing there is a short, well built figure. The Islanders let out a massive cheer. DJ shouts out, “Waaasssuup, Islanders.”

Priya gasped. “Is that…?”

Bobby cried out, excitedly, “It can’t be!”

Grace stated, “It is! It is!” Ex Islander Tim from Season one is their DJ for the night.

“It’s DJ Big T!” Bobby exclaimedloudly, pumping his arms in the air.

“For the Villa crew, I got you!” Tim bellowed out. Good vibes start to flow back into the Villa as a quick dance Montage is shown. The music cuts off and two new Islanders enter.

“OMG! Hi, everyone. I’m Chelsea.”

“Hi, ladies. I'm Jakub."

Iain Stirling: And what kind of new islanders would they be if they didn’t immediately drop a truth bomb on that kiss?

"I have so many opinions," Chelsea tutted. “But I think the big thing was that kiss." All eyes are on Chelsea. She’s clearly excited to drop the news.

Clip changes to Bobby, Lucas and Gary near the pool looking at the new boy, Jakub.

Bobby said, “I wanna know… where the fuck are they finding these humans from?”

Lucas agreed, “I'm 6 foot. I'm feeling short!”

Bobby continued to question, “What's going on here? And then... He's massive…”

Gary asked, “How tall is he?”

Lucas replied, “He's, like, 6'5"

Gary makes a face.

Bobby huffed, “Yeah. Yeah.”

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Iain Stirling: Right, here's some unaired chat from the Team GB Olympic 4x1 sunbathing team.

CLIP: On loungers L-R Ibrahim, Chelsea, Grace, Priya

Grace: Honestly, I've learned so much about myself in here, and I think I've handled situations so good that I didn't realise I could even handle it like that.

“There's a fly around me.” Ibrahim jumps up and tries to swat it away. “Oh, get away! Fuck off!” He swats at the fly. (THEY LAUGH.) He swats at the fly again. “He won't fucking leave me alone.”

Priya giggled. “Yeah, he likes you, doesn't he?”

Grace stated, “It's gone.”

Ibrahim claimed, “Least someone's attracted to me in here.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.) “What a pointless insect.”

Priya jokingly repeats her partner's words. “Pointless insect.” (She snickers.)

Ibrahim continued ranting, “Does nothing for the world.”

Chelsea looked puzzled. “The fly?”

“Just does nothing, like. Doesn't contribute to anything.”

Chelsea said out loud her thoughts, “What does a fly actually do?”

Ibrahim answered, “Fucking piss people off.”

Chelsea perked up, saying, “They pollinate, which we need for air.”

Priya smiled. “It’s bees that pollinate.”

Chelsea looked thoughtful. “Erm… yeah.

Priya added, “I thought flies eat crap. Like, the crap that's left, like shit and stuff.”

Chelsea stated, “So they're basically rubbish bins?”

Ibrahim rolled his eyes playfully. “So I'm a piece of crap, am I? I'm a piece of shit?” (THEY LAUGH.)

“Well, I didn't say that, Rahim. You said that.” Priya laughed.

Grace said, “Bees pollinate. But flies do, too. Somewhere I read that flies play a crucial role as pollinators for mango farmers. Many of these flies, much like bees, have hairy bodies that collect pollen while they feed. Flying from blossom to flower, larger flies might collect hundreds, even thousands, of pollen grains."

Chelsea stated, “So they're not rubbish bins only!"

Iain Stirling: Rubbish bins? How dare you! Flies provide an invaluable national service every single week. Unseen Bits couldn't exist without them. ✤✤✤

(S2 Islanders random chats, very, very random)

Iain Stirling: Now, when it comes to the expression ‘it does what it says on the tin’, peanut butter lives up to the challenge. But, for Chelsea it's just not cutting it.

CLIP: Gary is lounging in a relaxed position on the foot of a daybed as Grace and Priya are sitting with their backs to the headboard. Chelsea comes over and takes a seat next to them.

Grace: If peanut butter wasn't called peanut butter...

Gary: Yeah?

Grace: … what would you call it?

Chelsea: Right, so, what is it? It's like blended peanuts, isn't it? So I'd call it ‘nutty smooth’.

(ALL: LAUGHTER)

Priya: That's quite good, actually.

Grace: Nutty smooth!

Gary: While you're there, babe, buy some nutty smooth!

(ALL: LAUGHTER)

Gary: Same as Marmite. Why do you call Marmite, Marmite?

Grace: Exactly. So, what else would we be calling Marmite?

Chelsea: I bet it's called Marmite cos it's from… It's like, origina… Orig... What's it called?

Grace: Originated.

Chelsea: It's originated from, like, there's a place called Marmite.

(ALL: LAUGHTER)

Priya: Is there a place called Marmite?!

Chelsea: I bet there's a place called Marmite somewhere.

(ALL: LAUGHTER)

Gary: Yeah, actually, there is a place… There's a place called Sandwich.

Chelsea: Is there?

Grace: No!

Gary: Yeah.

Priya: Don't you think it's weird, why things are called what they're called? Like, why's the wall called "wall"?

Chelsea: Yeah.

Gary: Yeah, I think that all the time.

Chelsea: Blanket!

Priya: Where's that come from?

Chelsea: Blanket! What the hell's that all about?

Grace: It's just originated from, like, the old languages. Do y’know what I mean?

Chelsea: Roman times.

Grace: English comes from Latin. It has evolved from as early as the 7th century.

Chelsea: Yeah, Latin times.

Grace: Latin words that have progressed through time.

Gary: I didn't know she was this intelligent. (Gary winks at Grace. She giggles)

Chelsea: No, I knew that, I knew that! Who's made up the Latin name? Who's made the Latin thing?

Priya: Eve and...?

Chelsea: Not Arthur, is it?

Priya: John. (They roll about laughing.)

Chelsea: Eve and John!

Gary: Yeah, John…

Chelsea: No, wait, what is it actually? Arthur and Eve?

Gary: Adam and Eve!

Chelsea: Arthur and Eve!

(Priya is laughing.)

Gary: Fucking John. (They roll about laughing.)

Iain Stirling: Imagine not knowing the Bible story of Arthur and Eve and the garden of Marmite. Meanwhile, you lot can chow down on exclusive nuggets like this. That's right, you guessed it. .. Mmmm 'BEACH HUT BONANZA!' This week, we asked our Islanders for their best chat-up lines.

CLIPS: From the Beach Hut…

LAUGHTER: Hope and Grace.

Lucas: The best chat-up line...

Priya: Chat-up line...

Marisol: I don't know a chat-up line. Erm...

Hope: I've never used a chat-up line, ever, in my life.

Noah: I don't use them. I never use chat-up lines, I can't do that.

Grace: Are you from Ireland? Because every time I look at you, my penis be "Dublin". (She laughs.)

Hope: Oh, dear.

Priya: Do you know what, I let them come to me all the time. All boys come to me.

Ibrahim: Er… Yo, beautiful, erm… What's your name? Er... Let me start again, let me start again.

Marisol: People just send me the googly eyes emoji on Instagram.

Lottie: I don't do the chasing. I've never slid into an Insta DM, ever.

Rocco: Hey, sweet ting.

Marisol: People that use chat-up lines have no sauce whatsoever, so they don't care about embarrassing themselves even more, cos they're just a living embarrassment anyway.

Bobby: You've got a nice pair of legs, what time do they open? (BOBBY LAUGHS.)

Rocco: Classics.

Gary: How much does a polar bear weigh?

Lottie: Oh, what is it?

Gary: Enough to break the ice. My name's Gary. Can I have your number or buy you a drink?

Bobby: Oh, fuck, I had one about a phone number. I know one about a phone number I've used before.

Noah: I've got nowt.

Ibrahim: Oh, what is it?

Grace: Have you got any bruises? Cos it must have hurt when you fell from heaven. Oi-oi.

Ibrahim: Can I... Is it can I… Can I get your phone number, cos I've forgot mine? Something like that.

Gary: You have to be witty, you have to be quick.

Ibrahim: Can I use your phone number, cos I forgot mine? Can I use your… What is it?

Lucas: I like ones that lead somewhere.

Ibrahim: (Ibrahim is thinking.) Can you phone my phone, because I forgot my number?

Hope: I lost my number, so can I have yours? (She laughs.)

Hope: Oh, my God, that's so dumb!

Gary: Are your feet tired? And then they say, ‘Why?’ (He laughs.)

Gary: Cos you've been running round my mind all day.

Lottie: Is your name Earl Grey? Because you look like a hot tea.

Marisol: If someone said it to us, I'd walk away.

Henrik: Oh, yeah, if I could rearrange the alphabet…

Gary: I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away.

Henrik: …I'd put you and I together. Oh, that's the one! (Henrik laughs and claps.)

Priya: (She pats her bum to the camera.) That's worked in the past, and I'm not even joking.

Marisol: The best chat-up line in the world is… ‘Do you want a drink?’ … Yeah, I do.

🎵 LOVE ISLAND THEME PLAYS 🎵

Iain Stirling: Before we go, here's one last unseen nugget of Bobby giving some classic end-of-the-night nonsense relationship advice.

CLIP: Fire pit after Rocco is eliminated.

Bobby: You never know what this Villa's gonna throw at you.

Marisol: It's a bit of a sticky one still.

Bobby: Sticky ones are sticky ones, but… What are you thinking? Who are you gonna graft next?

Marisol: Iain Stirling. I don't fucking know!

Iain Stirling: I'm flattered, but I'm a taken man. That's it, folks for this week. Thanks for watching! Tune in next week for another edition of… UNSEEN BITS.

#litg #loveislandgame #loveislandthegame #litg s2 #abitofme #litgs2 #loveisland #love island the game

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bethanyeliseart · 2 years

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Padmé sees the end.

This is entirely based off Iain McCgaig’s concept art of Padmé sleepwalking, using the force, and having visions of Mustafar. It is just my take on it because I’ve always loved this idea and wanted to draw an extended version of it. Padmé being in a Naboo stream in her dreams is how I imagine the Force manifests itself to her, like how it is an ocean or a tree to others in the High Republic novels. The streams connect her to everything. Also I wanted to include Dormé and Sabé because of all people, they would be the first to see what’s happening to Padmé.

This is Iain McCaig’s concept art:

[ ID: Four pages of drawings in comic form. The first is Padmé sleeping in the first panel. Below the first panel she is sleepwalking while wearing a blue flowing nightgown. Off page someone asks, “Milady?” On the second page Padmé walks out of her room to the outdoors on Naboo with Dormé and Sabé standing behind her, looking concerned. Dormé asks, “Padmé, are you alright?” Sabé then replies, “I think she’s still asleep.” Dormé says, “Sleepwalking? She’s never done it before.” Sabé says, “No. She hasn’t.” The panel below is a close up of Dormé and Sabé speaking. Dormé asks, “Should we wake her?” Sabé looks to her and says, “No, let’s just steer her back to her room, that way we don’t disturb h—“ she is cut off as she looks wide-eyed out at Padmé. The panel below shows the back view of Padmé standing out on the balcony in the moonlight with all the plants on the columns and the rocks rising around her. She is using the force while asleep. The next page shows Padmé’s face, scrunching her closed eyes as she dreams. The bottom panel shows her in the dream, an aerial shot of her in a stream with flower petals in it. the next panel has her looking out at the stream which has a red glow at the end. The bottom three panels all show Mustafar at the end, the angle turning and getting closer with each panel. The last page show Padmé’s eyes widening with fear with Mustafar’s reflection in her eyes. She wakes up to Sabé and Dormé guiding her back to her room. Sabé says, “Padmé! Are you okay?” Padmé looks dazed and says, “Dream…there was…” Underneath the panel it just says, “What happened?” The last panel has Sabé and Dormé giving each other a concerned look. The image below the description is of Iain McCaig’s concept art which show Padmé in distress on Mustafar, her sleepwalking as objects float around her, and the bottom one is her in pain in front of Yoda who tries to console her with the Force. End ID ]

#padmé amidala #dormé #sabé #padmé fanart #sabé fanart #dormé fanart #the handmaidens #padmé naberrie #force sensitive #Naboo #star wars comics #mustafar #this took awhile but I love the end result #also I definitely was inspired by Sam Raimi with the mustafar panels #Star Wars #bethanyeliseart

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savemewattpad · 8 months

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Snow On the Beach Chapter One

"did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?"

Summary:

Former Avenger Leila Whittaker lost everything in the snap–her chosen family, her reputation, and the love of her life. Three years later, she’s keeping a low profile in New York when Natasha, the de facto leader of the intelligence community, calls her back into the field for some undercover work. Leila finds herself paired with Scott Lang, known to the public as Ant-Man and known to Leila as some guy she met on the Raft six years ago.

This is fine. Leila is content with sticking with what remains of her team, and keeping the rest of the world at arm’s length. Most of them want to be there, now, anyway. And that’s fine.

It’s fine, except that Scott Lang turns out to have a way of getting under her skin, in a way she can’t quite shake off.

Chapter Summary: Scott and Leila both agree to get back in the game.

Warnings: None

Pairings: Scott Lang/OFC, past Steve Rogers/OFC

Tags: @ocappreciation @arrthurpendragon @suethor @notaboutcat (let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from this list!)

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Out of all the recurring nightmares Leila’s had over the course of her life–and there have been many–this one might be the most versatile.

Sometimes it starts differently, but it always leads to the same place. She's on a stage, being controlled by puppet strings, and she looks up and finds the person controlling the strings, and it's always different, but pulling from the same pool of people. Everyone who’s ever interfered with her autonomy. Thanos, David, Johnny. Iain Warner, one time. Her past self, with blank, emotionless eyes, a few times. Occasionally more than one person, even if the people in question never met in real life.

It’s Thanos, this time. She locks eyes with him, and as always, she wakes up.

Leila isn't a shrink, but it's not hard to figure out what the dream means. What's trickier, and what she hasn't quite figured out yet, is what to do about it.

She sighs and drags herself out of bed, and tries to shake the nightmare off. Sometimes she can't; sometimes it haunts her all day. A few times she's woken up into a panic attack. Today, though, is one of her better days; she can already feel it slipping out of her mind like sand through her fingers.

She’s on her third chai latte when her phone rings. “I'm on my way,” she lies.

“Hello to you too.” Natasha sounds amused.

“Thought you were Tony,” Leila replies, stirring her latte absently. “I'm heading up there today. It's Morgan’s birthday.”

“Be sure to enjoy it, because I need you to come in tomorrow.”

Leila pauses. “So this isn't a social call,” she says, hiding her unease under a layer of snark.

“'Fraid not, Princess.” Despite being out of the field for years, Leila’s nickname, derived from her codename–Snow White–lives on. Old habits die hard, she supposes. Natasha has been calling her that for…almost a decade, now.

“I'm retired, Nat.”

“No, you're clinically depressed. There's a difference.”

“Thanks, Doctor Romanoff, I'll keep that in mind.”

“You can ponder it more tomorrow when you come in.”

“Make someone else do it.”

“We need someone with your specific skill set.”

“Make Talos do it.”

“He's busy.”

“Then make Gravik do it.”

“Also busy.”

“Then make–”

“Stop naming skrulls. Besides, we need someone with your experience with organized crime.”

“You have that experience, too.”

“I've got a lot on my plate, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

And Leila can. The responsibility Nat took on in the aftermath of the snap is extraordinary. Sometimes Leila feels bad about rejecting her offer to be her right hand. Then she remembers why she did.

It's funny, in a way, that the thing that's made her more trouble than she's worth is the one thing that wasn't even her fault. (It wasn't, right?)

“Organized criminals lost people, too. They're not gonna want to talk to me.”

“They won’t be talking to you. They’ll be talking to each other. Or so they think.”

“Yes, I understand how shapeshifting works.”

“Leila,” Nat says, suddenly serious in a way that makes Leila sit up straight. “It’s about the Trust. That’s why we need it to be you.”

Leila takes several moments to process this, making a point to take deep breaths.

“Fine. I’m in.”

“Good. Meet me at the compound tomorrow at 8.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Lei–by the way, just so you aren’t taken off guard–you’ll be working with someone.”

Leila tenses reflexively, and tries not to let that tension into her voice. “Who? Anyone I know?”

“You might remember him. His name is Scott Lang.”

It’s early mornings like this that Scott starts to have reservations about X-Con. He comes into his office, and something about the morning light reminds him of the single office they’d inhabited years prior, lit almost entirely by fluorescents, four desks crowded into the space. Him, Kurt, Luis and Dave. It’s him, Kurt, Luis, and a small number of employees now.

(He wonders sometimes, which office Dave would’ve taken, and if he would’ve liked it.)

The success of the business is great, of course. It’s great to be able to help support Cassie. It’s great to be able to keep people employed that would otherwise be exactly where Scott was when he got out of prison. And it’s great to help keep people safe.

The only problem is that the business didn’t start growing to this level until right after the snap. Scott doesn’t have, like, hard data to prove it, but he can never shake the idea that there’s a cause-and-effect there. People, now more than ever, want to feel safe. X-Con can’t protect people against genocidal aliens, unfortunately, but it can help them feel protected. Scott knows he isn’t doing anything wrong, technically–why people give him their business is their own prerogative–but sometimes it feels opportunistic, anyway.

He’s at his desk, going over his schedule for the day, when the door to his office swings open. “You have a visitor,” Jez announces.

“You could’ve used the phone,” Scott says without looking up.

“But then I wouldn’t get to spend this quality time with my favorite brother,” she replies, leaning in the doorway.

“I’ll be sure and let Matt know you said that.”

“He knows what he did.”

If Scott had more time, he’d probably take the bait, but he doesn’t. “Can you send the client in? It’s a tight schedule today.”

Jez gives a lazy salute and heads back to the front desk. Weeks ago, their usual secretary had resigned, and Jez has been “filling in” ever since. She’s not an ex-convict, and she didn't have secretarial experience, which makes her a nepotism hire by any definition, but she needs the work, and Scott’s been watching out for her since she was nine years old. He’s not going to stop now. Besides which, she’s done enough free babysitting for him over the years to have earned it, anyway.

He’s also pretty sure that nobody here–outside of Luis and Kurt, who knew her pre-X-Con–has figured out that she’s never been to prison. Not that it’s a secret, but still. She’s young, but even on her best behavior, she still has roughly the same personal energy as the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Toons.

(He remembers her first visit to him in San Quentin. “It’s weird, because I always thought I’d be the first one of us to go to prison,” she’d told him.

“Sorry, first?” he’d asked.

“Yeah. Me, then you, then Matt.”

“Why would Matt go to prison?”

“Wrong place, wrong time. I’d be locked up on drug charges, obviously.”

“Of course.”)

The door opens. He looks up and smiles. “Hi, I’m Scott, thanks for–” he pauses, and then tries not to sputter. “Hawkeye?”

Clint Barton gives him a half-smile, the kind where Scott can’t quite tell if he’s happy or not. “Scott,” he greets. “Good to see you again.”

Leila always forgets how beautiful the sky above Tony’s home is until she’s there. It’s one of those summer nights where the twilight seems to last forever, and she knows that once the sun is finally down, the stars in the sky will be actually visible, unlike the city. She can even see a few of them now, faintly.

It’s the lakeside that ties it all together, though. Isabella had wanted to live somewhere by water, and Tony had, as he did to any and all requests or mild whims that Isabella made, obliged.

Isabella is some ways ahead of them, maybe ten yards, holding a toddling Morgan’s hand. Still clearly in sight, but far enough away for Leila and Tony to talk, which Leila knows is coming–otherwise they would’ve had Leila take Morgan for a walk by herself while they cleaned up the house.

“So,” Tony says, “why’re you crashing on our couch tonight, again?”

Leila knows what he’s actually asking. Are you okay? Do you need to not be alone? Are you about to go off the deep end again? Are you trying not to relapse? She kicks a rock into the lake.

“I’m just saying, it’s an expensive couch,” Tony continues. “I feel like I at least deserve to know. Not that you aren’t always welcome.”

“I know,” she says, and she does, both about the couch and the welcomeness. Leila could ask to move in tomorrow and Tony would have the guest bedroom decorated for her within the hour. Her friendship with him is possibly the one thing in her life that she’s never questioned.

“I’m going to the compound tomorrow,” she says finally. “Nat wants me back in the field. It’s just easier to stay here than go home and come back up.”

Tony whistles lowly. “You sure you’re up for that?”

“No. But apparently I’m the only woman for the job.” She pauses. “It’s about the Trust.”

“The Trust? That crime ring we took down back in…” Tony runs the numbers in his head. “2012?��

“Apparently we didn’t take it down far enough. Or someone decided to reboot it.”

Tony nods. “Are you working alone? I imagine it’s hard to build trust, given…well, you know.”

“Given that half of the world hates me.” Leila can handle innuendo from anyone else, but she doesn’t like dancing around things with Tony. His straightforwardness is one of the things that first drew her to him.

“That’s the one, yeah.”

She smiles a little despite herself and kicks another rock. “Apparently I’m going in with someone named Scott Lang. Nat said I might remember him, from the Raft back during the whole Accords thing.” Leila had only spent a few hours on the Raft, and she doesn’t remember a lot of it. Frankly, the entire debacle is somewhat blurred in her mind. “I don’t, though. Do you?”

Tony thinks. “Right. Ant-Man. He was in Munich with Cap.”

There’s that straightforwardness she loves. Tony is one of the only people who doesn’t hesitate to mention Steve around her. The good, the bad, all of–

“Sorry, did you say Ant-Man?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Why the fuck is he called Ant-Man?”

“Cause he shrinks. He can also grow, but I guess ‘Giant-Man’ didn’t have the same ring to it.”

“I dunno, I might take it over Ant-Man.”

“Because you’re the expert on code names.”

“Snow White is a perfectly respectable code name, thank you.”

“Sorry.” He gives an exaggerated bow. “Please forgive me, your highness.”

Leila laughs. “How do you even know all this?”

“I have a vested interest in knowing the names of people who may or may not hold grudges against me.”

“That’s healthy.”

“That’s precaution.” Tony takes a few quick strides and then steps in front of her to face her. “I’m serious. Are you okay with this? It’s been years.”

“It’s only been three years. Not even that, actually,” she waves a hand. “As long as this doesn’t become a recurring thing…I’m fine. I can handle it.”

Tony watches her for a long moment, looking for any sign of indecision on her face. Finally, he nods.

“Alright. As long as you stay up long enough to watch Tangled. It’s Morgan’s favorite right now, and she wanted to watch it with you.”

Leila smiles. “Traitor,” she mutters. “But yeah. I can do that.”

Scott clears an hour from his schedule (he makes a note to thank Kurt and Luis both for taking on his meetings that day), and makes three phone calls.

The first one is to Hope.

He explains the situation: Clint Barton (yes, that Clint Barton) showed up at his work asking him, on behalf of Natasha Romanoff (yes, that Natasha Romanoff) to get involved in some kind of espionage-related, superpower-related mission-type-thing. He said he wouldn’t do it without Hope (nobody can say he doesn’t learn from his mistakes.) Barton said they wanted him for his security and heist experience more than for his Ant-Man activity. Scott said he’d think about it.

“So now I’m asking you,” Scott says.

“Asking me what?”

That’s actually a good question. “I’m asking if you think I should agree to help,” he says, “and if you think I should do it without you.”

“I mean, you’re always better off with me there,” Hope replies easily. “But if they’re trying to keep the team small, and you trust them…I think you should at least consider it.”

If you trust them. He supposes he does. The Munich incident had involved a lot of mistakes on Scott’s part, but that hadn’t been either of their fault. Neither had the way it ended.

“Have you told Maggie?” Hope continues.

“That’s the next call I’m making.”

“Make it. And think about it. But if you say no, just don’t do it because of me.”

The second call is, as promised, to Maggie.

“Hey, Scott, is this important?”

“Uhhhhh….yes. I’d say so.” He clears his throat. “I need some advice.”

“Okay, but can you make it quick? I’m on my lunch break.”

I can try? “Yeah. Totally. It’ll be quick.”

“Okay. What’s up?”

He tells her the same thing he told Hope, and then tells her what Hope said. “So now I’m asking you. Do you think I should do it?”

“No, I don’t, but that’s not the question you’re actually asking.”

“Okay, what am I asking?”

“You’re asking me if you’d be a bad person if you said no. And you’re asking me if you’d be a bad father if you said yes.”

Maggie’s ability to cut to the heart of the issue is not a quality Scott remembers her possessing during their admittedly short-lived marriage. He wonders idly if, given enough time and thought, he could pinpoint exactly when it started.

“Okay. So what do you think?”

“I think nobody could blame you if you chose to stay out of it. And I think you’re going to do it anyway.”

Scott stays silent for a long moment, and Maggie takes it as an invitation to continue.

“It’s who you are, Scott. Since the day I met you. You see a chance to be useful, to help someone, and you can’t resist.”

Scott sighs. “And Cassie?” he asks hesitantly.

It’s Maggie’s turn to stay silent for a moment. Then, finally: “I can’t ask you to be someone you’re not. But Cassie’s already lost one father. If things get too dangerous, do you think you can back out?”

Scott looks at the photo on his desk. Him, Matt, Jez and Cassie.

“Yeah. I can do that.”

The third call is to Clint Barton.

“Barton,” he answers. There’s a sort of lazy quality to his voice.

“Hey, it’s, uh, it’s Scott. Lang. Ant-Man.”

“Name rings a bell. Made your decision yet?”

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m in.”

#scott lang x reader #scott lang x oc #marvel oc #mcu oc #avengers oc #sotb

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sugdenlovesdingle · 9 months

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https://metro.co.uk/2023/07/21/why-cant-emmerdale-keep-their-lgbtq-couples-together-19167204/

I read this and thought about you. I mean, yes it’s basically it. The title is focusing on Emmerdale but it’s a current issue in all British soaps, gay couple/characters are underdeveloped, breaking up easily, have a lack of intimacy for male couple and drama-filled. The worse is that gay couple from 10-15 years were actually better than what they are currently are, which prove there are an underlying problem. Possibly with the development of social media and everyone having an opinion and complaining to offcom, it actually got worse. People are saying it’s straight actors being uncomfortable kissing but there are some couple where there are gay couple and the intimacy is not glorious. Even if the ending was awful, it’s a chance that Robron started in 2015 because if they were introduced in 2023, it would have been misery.

i read the article this morning and I agree with most of it.

I do wish they hadn't made Mary's first relationship with a woman end up with the woman being a con artist who leaked her nude photos and that they got rid of Ally to bring in Suni for Nicky.

But the praise for Arthur's coming out and him and Marshall becoming boyfriends? Arthur coming out to Nicola and then to Laurel was SO GOOD. And then his friends accepting him was nice too. But then he became this lgbtq+ activist overnight to introduce Marshall... and then that story became more of a war between Laurel (and Jai) and Marshall's homophobic dad. Marshall had more scenes with Laurel than he had with Arthur. Arthur who had also lost a parent, who had also just come out, who wanted to be his friend even when Marshall wasn't ready to come out... but they did nothing with them. Until one day they're suddenly boyfriends. and then disappear again and then suddenly they're fighting and Marshall has a plot!auntie he wants to go live with.

I really don't think it's anything to do with social media backlash. Emmerdale generally don't give a shit about that and they don't reply to comments on their page. And like - what people complain about now has been filmed already. there's nothing anyone can do to change it.

As for robron in 2023, I like to think even the terrible trio would have figured out they'd struck gold with dryan and given them decent (for their standards) storylines (but even under kate oates and iain's command they didn't have all happy stories)

But the one thing (person) this article doesn't mention... MATTY! But apart from like three of us on here and Ash and Natalie themselves everyone has forgotten about him...

#Anonymous #emmerdale

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bastardtrait · 8 months

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bold the facts tag

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

I was tagged by @happy-lemon, thank you Trish! I will answer for Iain Lucky since his generation is coming up and I’ll probably start posting it soon.

I'm tagging @occult-roommates/@airbussy-a330, @theworstsimblr, @igglemouse @moonfromearth @beebeesiims and if you see this and want to do it, please do so!

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater / ??? does blood count

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#naldo.txt #lucky extra #iain lucky

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will-noble-owns-my-ass · 21 days

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“We’re Just Friends” (“Or Are You More?”) I || Iain x Amy

Amy was in the staffroom getting ready for the end of her shift “Hey Amz?”

“Yes Max?” She smiled slightly

“ Are you coming to the Hope and Anchor tonight?”

“Oh no I can’t. Sorry I’m hanging out with Iain tonight.”

“Oh yes you are aren’t you? Zoe mentioned something.”

“Sorry are my friendships all the gossip of the ED?”

“Oh no. Absolutely not.” He laughed softly “You just seem very excited about it.” She rolled her eyes.

“I swear it’s just a hang out.”

“Oh, well, I guess we’ll find out in the morning?

“Sorry what is that supposed to mean?”

“Have you never noticed the way you to talk about each other? There’s something Amy.”

She turned to see Zoe stood in the doorway.

“Are you teasing her Max?”

“Yes, yes he is!” She complained playfully.

“It’s not my fault! She turned down joining us at the Hope and Anchor.”

“Okay and? Leave the poor girl alone. She’s busy tonight.”

“Yeah, with Iain.” He replied in a sing song voice

Zoe smiled slightly noticing Iain making his way toward the staffroom with his bag in his hand “Leave them be Max. They’ll tell us when they’re ready.”

Amy rolled her eyes slightly, smiling as she noticed Iain. She pulled her own bag from her locker and slammed it shut as he moved towards the door.

“You ready Amy?”

“Yeah! What was the plan again?”

“Movie and a takeaway round yours wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Chinese right?”

He nodded “Sounds good lo-“ he caught sight of Max and Zoe. “Amy.”

“Come on. Let’s go” she walked out and he followed her

Max caught Zoe’s eye with a grin “Did you hear that? He slipped up then.”

Zoe smiled slightly “I heard it. But don’t tease them Max. They’ll tell us when they’re ready.”

“This is just great… she deserves to be happy.” He wrapped his arms around her

She leaned against him, smiling softly “Yeah. Yeah she does.”

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riverstardis · 1 year

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black alert:

ethan’s started on the energy drinks :(

lily sees him “have you slept?” he ignores her “i know i’m still the pariah of the department and it’s none of my business, but you have to stop beating yourself up about olivia. mistakes happen, believe me i know. why don’t you go and see mrs beauchamp? perhaps she could spare you for the day” “what and let everyone down?” “you are exhausted. staff welfare is just as important as patient welfare” 🥺🥺🥺 i guess she’s realised how she treated alicia was wrong then? presumably it was ethan calling her out on it that woke her up

ooh it’s lofty’s interview and henrik’s there lining up his pens

ethan actually does go and speak to connie but she’s on the phone and when she gets off she says that st james’ have declared a black alert and it’s only a matter of time before they start diverting (wow that never happens! /s) so he feels like he can’t ask to go home and instead says to let him know what he can do to help :(

zoe’s back! she went to visit nick jordan

cal says good morning to ethan only to get a blunt reply😢

ah a guy asks ethan if he works there and then hands him a letter about his suicidal thoughts :(

connie interrupts them talking in the relatives room and says she needs a word with ethan outside and then asks him what he’s doing

“i have a patient who has expressed suicidal thoughts” “you’re a registrar not a psychiatrist” bit of an odd way to phrase what she means seeing as you can be a psychiatry registrar??

he says he owes the guy a level of care and connie interrupts him like “what’s this really about?” lmaoo nothing gets past connie😭

when ethan goes back in the guy says he’ll go and that he should never have come there but ethan’s like no you did exactly the right thing and tells him that if he goes to reception and gets booked in then they can properly help him. he says he will but then just leaves instead. no prizes for guessing whether he’s gonna end up dead by the end of the episode😕

also this guy is played by the guy who played renfield in young dracula lol

ethan’s treating an elderly woman who’s only a few hours from death but first she was in the corridor then the only bed available was in cubicles and all the wards are full and he goes to admin, slams the file he’s carrying down and start ranting about it :(((

then henrik appears and tells them all st james’ have closed their doors😬

now ethan’s opening another energy drink (his third of the day possibly?) and louise is trying to deal with some guy with a sore ankle who’s demanding to be treated but refuses to be triaged first and ethan goes over to help and at first he’s being polite but the guy says he called an ambulance ethan starts having a go at him and cal and charlie have to calm him down :(

charlie says he’s got a mate who’s a therapist (ben harding presumably) and suggests to cal that they both go and see him but cal says he hasn’t told him because look at him and the last thing they need is some therapist getting involved “you can’t fix everyone so just stop trying!”

louise manages to get the difficult patient back to reception but he then starts filming everything saying he’s going to put it online to show what the nhs has become and lofty tries to help louise but the guy just pushes him backwards and he goes through the glass panel😬

connie suggests to hanssen that they set up a triage/field hospital outside and lofty volunteers to run it. go lofty!

dixie saying to iain “you could’ve died” and he replies “nah, cat with nine lives me” and she goes “jeff used to say that” :(((((

jess has dropped the complaint but they’re still going ahead with the investigation but she asks dixie out for a drink. dixie turns her down

ethan’s treating an rtc patient and connie wants to stop because she has a hematoma her heart or something like that but ethan suggests they do a clamshell thoracotomy. connie says that not something she wants to do here and he says but it’ll give her a chance and if they don’t she’s dead. just you wait connie he’ll be doing them in the back of ambulances next

lily checks over the difficult guy from before and says he has the common cold💀 he still refuses to leave though talking about how he pays his taxes and louise has a go at him and lily goes “you just got owned”

connie talks ethan through it and they manage to get a faint pulse and she’s like “you may very well just have saved that woman’s life, dr hardy. you’re a credit to this department, don’t forget that” 🥺🥺🥺

aw rita’s impressed with how well lofty’s doing running the tent

aw the difficult guy gives louise an envelope with an apology note and a lot of money in for the infuser, which puts the girls way ahead of the boys

they managed to get the elderly woman into hdc and ethan cries as she dies😢

ooh i was thinking i feel like this woman who’s playing the friend of the elderly lady has been on before because i recognise and i just realised she was the patient ethan treated on his first day!!

cal texts ethan “we need to talk…” not ominous at all😭

jess and dixie kiss but dixie says she can’t do this

so ethan goes looking for cal but first finds lily in the small resus looking at her dead patient who’s covered with a sheet. she says he had a fight with a bus and was basically doa :(

“look, earlier you said you were the pariah of the department” “am i not?” “not to me” yayyy they’re friends again!!

then he’s just about to call cal when he notices the dead patient’s hand is slightly uncovered and he recognises the ring, he pulls back the sheet and it’s the suicidal guy from before😢😢😢😢

the worst part is i’m not sure whether he threw himself in front of the bus on purpose, because we saw him get out pills in his car but then he seems to bottle it and runs off so it’s entirely possible that the bus wasn’t a suicide attempt. or maybe it was who knows.

rita tells lofty he got the job and he goes and hugs dylan🥺

#classic casualty #black alert #featuring ethan’s mental health in the gutter :’(#tw suicide

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