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matthew-macfadyen-gifs · 2 years

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Ripper Street (2012-2016) Season 1, Episode 6: "Tournament of Shadows"

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dae-daetargaryen · 2 years

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i wished they ended up together

#edmund reid #ripper street #succession #matthew macfadyen #lydia wilson #mimi morton #bennet drake #homer jackson #adam rothenberg #jerome flynn #charlene mckenna #rose erskin #mathilda reid #jedediah shine #joseph mawle

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kennamchugh · 2 months

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"The Idea of You" Trailer, Poster and Images

Based on the acclaimed, contemporary love story of the same name, The Idea of You follows Solène, played by Anne Hathaway. She’s a 40-year-old single mom who begins an unexpected romance with 24-year-old Hayes Campbell, played by Nicholas Galitzine. He’s the lead singer of August Moon, the hottest boy band on the planet. When Solène must step in to chaperone her teenage daughter’s trip to the…

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#Anne Hathaway #Annie Mumolo #Charlize Theron #Dakota Adan #Ella Rubin #Jaiden Anthony #Jordan Aaron Hall #Mathilda Gianopoulos #Meg Millidge #Nicholas Galitzine #Perry Mattfeld #Raymond Cham Jr.#Reid Scott #Viktor White

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shutterbug-12 · 3 months

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Title: Take the Long Way Home

Fandom: Ripper Street + Ashes to Ashes

Pairing: Edmund Reid/Alex Drake

Characters: Edmund Reid, Alex Drake, Dick Hobbs; mentions of Mathilda Reid, Bennet Drake, Jane Cobden, Homer Jackson, Molly Drake, Gene Hunt, Sam Tyler

Summary: After being shot in the head, Edmund Reid finds himself in Alex Drake’s police station in 1994. Under Alex’s guidance, he must come to terms with his worst demons, if he has any chance of returning to his own time—and to the daughter he only just recovered. (Thank you to @olivelune for the inspiration!)

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“Drake? Your name is Drake?”

“My ex-husband’s name.”

“Ah. I knew a—know a Drake.” Bennet came to mind, and Edmund fell silent, withdrawing into memory. After Bennet came Rose, came Susan, then Jackson. Jane. Mathilda. His sweet girl, finally returned, and now, again, separated from him. She, with Jane, and he, in what appeared to be another world. Another time, impossibly. He fixed this D.C.I. Drake with an investigative gaze. “And you are a police officer?” At her raised eyebrows, he added, “Please excuse me. You are the first female police officer I have ever met.”

“Right, because women had not entered the force yet,” she whispered, as if to herself, before she refocused her eyes on him. “I hope this isn’t a problem for you.”

“Not at all. I think it is remarkable. Extraordinary.” He did not say the other word that sat on his tongue: bewildering. He scanned the room and saw a calendar on the desk, half-covered by papers and folders. The year: 1994. His eyes darted to Drake’s face. D.C.I. Alex Drake, female police officer, in the year 1994. 100 years. 100 years? He pointed. “Is that truly the current year?”

#Fic #ripper street #ashes to ashes #Edmund reid #Alex drake #crossover #fanfic #fanfiction #rs fic #rs fanfic #rs fanfiction #just having some fun #couldn’t resist bringing in Hobbs #my sweet baby Hobbs #ed in the 90s is going to be fun #stay tuned for more!

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homerjacksons · 2 months

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Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 28: Shy Word count: 722 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

“Jackson,” Reid called out as soon as he got home, and Jackson winced at the boom of his voice in the quiet space. “I–”

“Shhh,” Jackson hissed, quiet but definitely loud enough to be heard from the next room.

Jackson turned from where he was crouched on the floor and pressed a finger over his lips as Reid opened the door.

“What is it?” Reid whispered, brows furrowing.

“Small steps, Reid,” he whispered, turning back to the cabinet he was crouched in front of.

He felt Reid walk up behind him, saw out of the corner of his eye as he crouched down beside him, glancing towards him. “Is everything okay?”

“Shh,” Jackson hissed again, giving Reid a stern look. “She’s shy.”

“She–” Reid looked perplexed, leaning in towards Jackson, brows still knitted together. “What do you mean, she?”

Jackson gestured to the gap between the cabinet and the wall, moving back a little so Reid could get a look for himself. He swore he could feel the moment Reid set eyes on the small, dirty kitten pressed into the corner, definitely heard the minute involuntary gasp the other man let out. He grinned as Reid turned to look at him, mouth agape.

“Ain’t she beautiful?” He whispered.

“Where did you find her?”

“Heard her crying in the alley behind the house,” Jackson said quietly, standing up and extending a hand to Reid. “Pulled her out of the mud, cleaned her up a little, gave her something to eat, but she’s skittish. Wouldn’t let me come near her again once I set her down. She ran and hid when she heard you unlock the door.”

“And you intend to keep her?”

Jackson narrowed his gaze as he led Reid over to the couch. “You’re saying she’s not the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen?”

“We can’t take in a stray.”

“You already took me in,” Jackson teased with a grin, leaning his shoulder against Reid’s.

Reid huffed a laugh, glancing at Jackson before fixing his eyes on the cabinet in the corner once again. “You’re surprisingly low maintenance.”

“So’s a cat. She’ll do her own thing. Just gotta make sure she has food and water and somewhere warm to sleep.”

Reid sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She is cute.”

As if on cue, the kitten peered out from behind the cabinet, eyeing the two of them warily. Reid leaned forward just a little, lowering his hand to the ground, and Jackson watched Reid’s face light up as the kitten cautiously made its way over to sniff at his hand.

“She likes you,” Jackson whispered, barely daring to move lest he break the moment. Fondness bloomed bright and warm behind his ribs.

Reid’s lips pulled into a smile, a genuine one that lit up his whole face, and damn, if Jackson didn’t already love this man, he would have fallen for him in that moment, was sure he felt himself falling all over again. Then the kitten clawed its way up Reid’s trouser leg and onto his lap, leaving Reid gaping once more, until it curled up in a ball and began to purr, soft and content and still utterly filthy.

“Oh,” Reid gasped, hand hovering before finally settling on the small lump in his lap, scratching behind her ear.

“Think she likes you better than me,” Jackson grumbled, but he couldn’t be mad, not when the sight of the two of them sat together like that made his chest ache in the best way possible.

“Then she has taste,” Reid quipped, but his words were still tinged with awe, his eyes still shining with childlike wonder. “Does she have a name?”

“Hadn’t got that far yet,” Jackson said with a shrug. “Thought I’d let you do the honours.”

“You were so confident I would allow this?”

Jackson snorted before pressing a gentle kiss to Reid’s cheek. “Your heart’s softer than you let on, Reid. Don’t forget I know that.”

Reid sighed, but he was still smiling, eyes still shining.

“Tilly,” Reid said quietly after a moment, turning to look at Jackson with an earnestness he hadn’t been expecting. “For Mathilda.”

Jackson’s throat grew unexpectedly tight as he took in Reid’s words and he nodded, reaching out to brush Reid’s hair back from his forehead before cupping his cheek. “Tilly’s perfect.”

#ripper street #edmund reid #homer jackson #jackmund #my writing #fanfiction #fluffy february

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i-platypus · 11 months

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ripper street for the tv asks!

Fantastic! Thank you :)

Favourite character: In this house, we love and protect Detective Constable Albert Flight

Funniest character: It's a tie between Fred Best and Homer Jackson... nah, it's totally Fred

Best-looking character: Well, I won't say Flight again (although he's a cutie). So, let's go with the lovely Rose

3 favourite ships: Oh my, there are a lot... Rose/Bennet (they earned their happy ending); Reid/Jane Cobden (we could have had it aaaaaaaaalllll); but I also like Reid/Deborah Goren, and Reid/Jackson (someone just please love that tragic DI); and Raine/Susan (there is some really nice fic out there)

Least favourite character: See, this is hard, because the caliber of antagonists on this show is just *chef's kiss ... so, I'll say Jedediah Shine (because I could write many essays on his twisted pseudo-father-figure-emotional-blackmail dynamic with Flight)... but damn, if he isn't a great character

Least favourite ship: Shine/Flight (because, ugh, no thank you please); Reid/Mimi (I'm sorry, y'all... I did not like Mimi as a character); Mathilda/Samuel (because they were kind of boring)

Reason why I watch it: THE WRITING... especially the dialogue. See Silas Duggan's "Men of Old Stone" speech in s2

Why I started watching it: My guess is because after Being Human UK, I wanted to see DaMo (Damien Molony) in as many things as possible. And then I fell into the Void.

Let's Play! Send me a TV show ask game...

#ripper street #tv asks #albert flight #damien molony #great writing #fangirling #why don't we get drunk and queue?

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ripper-street-thots · 1 year

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Bennet Drake is a good friend

I'm on my nth watchthrough of S3 and just made the connection between something Drake says in S3E4 Your Father, My Friend and a Reid line in S1E2 In My Protection.

Drake identifies himself to a Mathilda in S3E4 by saying, "Uncle Ben, who bought you strawberry ices on Petticoat Lane each Sunday. [...] Each weekend, we would do the same, Mathilda, you and I. 'Strawberry ices with Uncle Ben' is what you would say."

Back in S1E2, Reid comes on to his wife while she serves soup at the church, telling Emily, "These, er, places, will ever make me think of you. The bells clanging, the faithful falling to their knees. And you and I at home, careless of God, abed in our sweat. I would have those Sundays back."

Drake babysat Mathilda so Mr. and Mrs. Reid could get it on. O.O

That's a good friend.

#ripper street #edmund reid #matthew macfadyen #bennet drake #jerome flynn #emily reid #amanda hale #in my protection #your father my friend

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skatingthinandice · 11 months

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Mwahaha, Ripper Street for the ask game 💖💖

i knew you were gonna do this and it does not make it any easier!!

favourite character: i could list so many but i have to give it to fred best and frankie thatcher (also shoutout to the croker boys, abel and nathaniel. i can't post about ripper street without mentioning them)

funniest character: i was about to start debating this then lu said, from across the room: abberline. and she was absolutely right

best-looking character: rose gets all the best lighting, and also susan and mimi

3 favourite ships: drake/reid, frank/magdalena and jackson/susan

least favourite character: chudleigh, 100% no debate

least favourite ship: probably mathilda/drummond because i don't care about him at all

reason why i watch it: it's beautifully shot and the dialogue goes hard, also the theme tune is incredible

why i started watching it: as usual, it's the six degrees of robin hood. i watched spooks because richard armitage was in it, then ripper street because matthew macfadyen was in it

TV asks

#this show owns my soul #ripper street #ask

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scribbledbyhand · 2 years

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dae-daetargaryen · 2 years

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i cant help myself

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corpyburd · 3 years

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The flashback

#ripper street #adam rothenberg #matthew macfadyen #sillouette #captain homer jackson #connor #edmund reid #mathilda reid #s5 #sorry for being depressing

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shutupblanka · 3 years

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@ripper street fans: I'm binging Ripper Street for the first time and I need advice. How does one cope with season 3? It is too much?? So many feels?! I have to stop and scream every 7 minutes or so

#HONESTLY #it destroyes me #four episodes in and???#why noone warned me about THAT sackson scene?#ripper street #edmund reid #mathilda reid #long susan #captain jackson #sackson #lenman street #bennet drake #rose erskine #susan x jackson #caitlin swift #matthew judge

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ripperstreetlove · 3 years

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Today is Father's Day 💙

So Happy Father's Day to all the Father Figures in our lives. ♥️

#edmund reid #homer jackson #mathilda reid #connor #ripper street #h division #whitechapel

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shutterbug-12 · 26 days

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Title: Take the Long Way Home

Chapter: 3

Fandom: Ripper Street + Ashes to Ashes

Pairing: Edmund Reid/Alex Drake; Edmund Reid/Homer Jackson; Edmund Reid/Jane Cobden

Characters: Edmund Reid, Alex Drake, Dick Hobbs, Homer Jackson, Mathilda Reid, Bennet Drake, Jane Cobden; mentions of Molly Drake, Gene Hunt, Sam Tyler

Chapter Summary: Edmund explores his own flat, discovering some of the conveniences of modern life, and begins to open up to Alex.

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Here, too, Edmund spied the familiar. Sofas and chairs, small stacks of books on side tables, the lingering scent of coffee, a closet that held a wool greatcoat for winter, even a fireplace and, beside it, a neat pyramid of wood. But among all that: entirely new inventions that amazed and delighted.

The bathroom and kitchen, in particular, were vast realms of discovery. D.C.I. Drake tailed him, matching names to never-before-seen items and appliances. He flushed the toilet several times, simply to see it function.

#ripper street #edmund reid #alex drake #ashes to ashes #rs fic #rs fanfic #oh this is just kind of cracking me up #just to write reid discovering modern life #take the long way home

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homerjacksons · 3 months

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Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 6: Fire Word count: 720 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

Sorry, y'all, this one's a bit angsty, but it's full of emotional h/c and has a fluffy ending, I promise!

Reid was burning. Agony tore through his chest, his shoulder, his back, his breath caught somewhere in his throat. His head swam, blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the chaotic sounds around him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. He could barely see, but he knew he’d seen Mathilda disappear beneath the murky water of the Thames as he was pinned by fire and flame.

A sob tore its way from his chest and he pushed against the weight pinning him down, heedless of the way it scorched his hands in the process. He had to get to Mathilda, he had to save his little girl. He couldn’t fail her, couldn’t lose her.

“Reid,” A voice cut through the ringing in his ears, distant but insistent. “Wake up.”

He groaned, trying to turn his head, but the pain was too much, and he choked down another sharp sob, squeezing his eyes shut. The next time he pushed, his hands met soft, warm flesh, and his eyes snapped open again.

“Hey,” a soothing voice said by his ear, a gentle hand pushing his sweat-slick hair back off his forehead. “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Jackson. It was Jackson who held him, Jackson whom he’d been pushing at, Jackson who’d witnessed his complete lack of control, stuck in the depths of a nightmare that felt more real than his life did most days.

His breath stuttered as hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and he felt shame fill him up.

“You’re okay,” Jackson soothed, careful not to pin him in, gentle but not crowding. If Reid wasn’t already crying, that surely would have set him off.

“Sorry,” he choked out, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Don’t be.”

Jackson sat up, warm eyes meeting Reid’s in the dim light stealing through the window.

Reid cleared his throat, forcing himself to take a deep breath, cursing inwardly when it shook on the exhale. He pushed himself up to sitting, wincing at the ache in his shoulder as he did so, and watched as Jackson lit two cigarettes, handing one to Reid. He took it with trembling fingers, but couldn’t bring himself to take a drag, the smoke from his nightmare still feeling trapped in his chest somehow.

“You wanna talk about it?” Jackson asked, resting against the headboard, no longer looking at Reid, instead studying the end of his cigarette.

He shook his head and handed the cigarette back, who took it and stubbed it out without question, and Reid half loved him for it, for the way he didn’t push or needle the way he usually did, for the way he seemed to respect the precarious grip Reid had on his own emotions.

“It helps,” Jackson added after a while, lazily turning his head to look at Reid again. “Or so I’m told.”

Reid snorted, barely a laugh, but it loosened something in his chest nonetheless. “Just old nightmares,” he said with a heavy sigh, pleased to find his breath no longer shook. “Sorry I woke you.”

Jackson shrugged, offering Reid a lazy, half-lidded smile. “S’nothing.” Then, after a beat, “Can I touch you?”

Reid nodded, and almost instantly, Jackson’s arm came around his shoulders between him and the headboard, fingertips brushing the scars on his shoulder as he pulled Reid in against his side.

“You don’t gotta pretend life hasn’t fucked you up when you’re with me, Reid,” Jackson said into his hair, and Reid closed his eyes aginst the threat of fresh tears. “I got you, no matter what.”

Jackson pressed a kiss into Reid’s hair, and he felt himself melting into Jackson’s side, the tension he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding leaving his body in a flood. His breath hitched with a sob, and he pressed his face into the crook of Jackson’s neck.

“I promise it’s not always like this,” Reid murmured against Jackson’s skin before leaving a feather-light kiss to his collar bone. “It’s been months since I last dreamt of…of that day.”

Jackson huffed a laugh, letting his head rest on top of Reid’s, fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll pay you back one day, Reid. We all got demons we try to hide.”

“You needn’t hide them with me, Captain.”

“Nor you with me, Inspector.”

#ripper street #homer jackson #edmund reid #jackmund #fanfiction #my writing #fluffy february #i actually kinda hate this but also writing these at the end of each day and barely editing them will do that 😂#like I wrote this in about 30 mins and that’s my writing exercise for the day - we can’t expect perfection

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itsalabaster86 · 4 years

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Watching Edmund Reid cavorting in the waves with his daughter in the final moments of Ripper Street’s third season, seeing that pure joy on his face, made me weep. So rarely have we seen him happy. And now I fear what is to come.

And having Fred Best reading his ‘just in case’ obituary for Reid as a voice over added to the poignancy......because of its eloquence and of course, because of Fred’s fate.

Overall, season 3 ended more happily than the others. But like I said, that can’t possibly last, not in this brutal world.

This show is killing me.

#Ripper Street #Ripper Street Season 3 #Edmund Reid #Fred Best #Mathilda Reid

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