#Peter from dunkirk

[ladytargtower]

Ok so after watching Dunkirk again… I’m so feeling the Daeron targaryen vibes from Peter .

Idk there’s just something very Daeron …. Sigh if only . I still love his Aegon but …

Also I’m in love with this art of daeron idk who made it but I’ve seen it around and omg

#tom glynn carney #aegon targaryen #house of the dragons #fire and blood #daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #Peter from dunkirk #daeron fanart

[derry-rain]

Yuletide reveals are out! this means I get to share now that I wrote two fics for this year's Yuletide

"Call it what you like," said the Cat - From - a post-s2 ending scene with Jade and Donna.

She’s still sweeping when Jade walks in. He’s clutching a satchel beneath his arm and makes no attempt to disguise his groan when he spots her.

“Hello to you too,” she says, drily. 

occasional ghosts - Dunkirk - Peter Dawson/Collins, postwar reunion

“Peter Dawson,” Collins says, with all the delight he thinks it might be possible to feel. He holds out a hand. The young man grins and takes it, squeezing tight and affectionately in a clutch of memory that is dropped again all too quickly.

I love Yuletide, gets me writing stuff outside my fandoms every year.

#yuletide #yuletide 2023 #peter dawson x collins #dunkirk 2017 #from epix #jade herrera #donna raines #peter dawson #collins dunkirk #derry: fic

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

Female Company

Pairing - Shivering Soldier Dunkirk x fem!reader

Summary - You decide to give the shivering soldier some company in hopes to make him feel better, you do indeed.

Warnings - dubcon, handjob, blow job, rough.

Word count - 1.8k

Notes - Shivering soldier Cillian is underrated, also difficult to write so sorry if horrible writing as this felt rushed.

“Perhaps some female company would make him feel better” Peter, your brother suggested. All six eyes turned onto you, making your heart skip a beat. “Feel less intimidated and what not” Peter added. 

Since you had saved the shivering soldier from the shipwreck, he had been at mute, refusing to show any signs of communication with anyone. He was down below deck, getting warm and hopefully to become more comfortable around these friendly strangers.  

It was risky, you weren’t even really allowed on the Moonstone anyways. But you wanted to help, your father raised you properly, you were a qualified nurse for the army, you were here to help. 

“I’m sure I can be good enough company” George interjected. George didn’t like it, the thought of you being alone down there with the shivering soldier, but that was more out of jealousy than obligation. 

Mr Dawson shook his head towards George, then looked towards you. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make him feel comfortable enough sweetheart” your father gave you a pure smile. “And, God forbid if anything were to happen, we are all right here” Mr Dawson ached, raising his hands slightly at the thought of something bad occurring. 

But your father trusted you, you were a good person who followed pure morals. All your life you’ve helped others, what’s one more soldier to the list? George gave an iffy look but decided to remain silent, looking out the ocean with his fists forming under his sleeves. 

The small door creaked open as you stepped inside. “Hello?” You whispered as you lowered down the small ladder, you closed the small door behind you. 

The shivering soldier was lying on the small, uncomfortable ship bed, a blanket wrapped around his cold body. His eyes were closed but you could tell he was awake. Slowly peeking open, the soldier stared you up and down. The soldier repositioned himself, sitting up on the thin mattress. You sat down next to him, the room was swaying in motion with the waves outside. 

Sitting in silence for a while, you decided to break it. “Is there anything I can do for you? Water? More blankets?” You asked politely. 

There were already such limited services you could provide for him, being on such a small boat and all. You were used to being able to help people, especially in these desperate times, but right now you feel hopeless.  

After a short beat, the soldier mumbled his reply, “I’m okay, thank you”. You tried to read his expression, coming to the harsh thoughts that he didn’t seem to be amused to have you down here with him, that he just wanted to be alone after all, that you were intruding.  

He was beautiful, despite his worn out expression and dirty, wet appearance. There were dark bags around his ocean blue eyes, and a couple of scratches over his face. You felt horrible for him, it was unimaginable what trauma the war can cause upon a man. No one would ever understand how terrifying and ruining his mind had become over this short time. 

“Are you certain?” You checked, you’d hate that he would decline your help by either being too afraid or polite. There was no response from him. “Perhaps if you took off your jacket you could warm up faster” you suggested harmlessly, the soldier looked at you, his mouth was ajar open and eyes dark. 

War tested men’s temptations, it demonstrated how much they really depended on a woman's touch. Men needed something to feel good about in these horrible days, their urges took over their logistics if no one was there to keep them in line. And right now you were defenceless in the beast’s cage, and he was off his chain.

In his defence, you were asking for it. Why else would you ask such a thing twice and then practically beg him to strip? The soldier quickly leant in and kissed you hungrily, his arms snaked around your body to keep you still. You were frozen, not sure how to react to his assault, his tongue slipped down your throat, hands gripping against your lower back as if life depended on it. His left hand moved to your breasts and kneaded them dispairly.  

You’ve been kissed before, only once, but it was nothing compared to this, never so passionate and amorous. 

A moan struggled to break out of your combined lips. Swiftly, he picked up your body and laid you onto your back, not as gently as you could hope, your hand reached for the ache stinging from the back of your head. 

“Be a good little girl, and stay quiet, hm?” He ordered, his hand tapping your cheek to flatter you. 

What else were you meant to do? Call out for help? Start a domestic between an old man, two kids and a war soldier? Even if you did so, what would happen afterwards, you’re on a boat deeply within the ocean. 

The soldier felt your body with his rough hands, he was desperate to feel any touch, but too impatient to take it slow. Unbuttoning your shirt roughly, you were lucky that he didn’t rip off the buttons.  The shape and look of your breasts made him believe he was already in heaven. When was the last time he’s felt a woman’s touch? How many countless nights of him dreaming for intimate touch? His mouth landed on your right breast first, then the left. 

There wasn’t enough time, to properly feel you, to worship your body, to come over and over again. Your bodies felt the friction of the waves rocking yourselves back and forwards. Head in the palms of his hands, the soldier's hips were humping against yours, your legs wrapped around his small waist, he was groaning lowly, unable to contain himself, kissing your neck and side of your face. 

Lying stiff underneath him, you couldn’t help but to moan back quietly, the fabrics between your bodies was too thick to feel the sensations fully, but this is the most touching of a man you’ve ever felt before, your back arched on the mattress. 

“The fuck are you wearing pants for?” The soldier muttered, slapping the side of your thigh harshly. “How am I meant to fuck you without getting caught, aye?” He spat by your ear. 

A lot of people still considered it taboo for women to wear pants, it took away femininity, and in this case, the easy access. 

“M’sorry” you whimpered back underneath him, cheeks all flustered from the embarrassment and overwhelming situation. 

“Guess you’re just going to have to put that mouth to better use” he sighed and sat up, he pulled you down to the ground, you landed on your knees. Repositioning you to be directly in front of him, he flexed his hips towards you. “Do you know how to suck cock?” He asked smugly. 

“N-no” you whispered.

“Ever please a man at all before?” His eyebrow was cocked to you. 

“No sir” you replied and he chuckled. 

“That’s sweet, I’ll be quick anyways” he said with another tap to your cheek. 

He gestured for you to put your hands onto his crotch, you could see the bulge through his damp pants but you didn’t expect it to feel so solid. It was like playing with a knick-knack, your hands travelled all around it, feeling its shape and size. 

“Uh, alright, pull it out now, love” he purred, hand caressing the sides of your head with his eyes closed. 

Your stomach turned at the way he called you love, you didn’t realise how badly you craved that validation. There was this undying small innocent smile on your lips, he looked down to you and gave you a smug smile back and a gentle pat on the cheek.

With shaking hands, you undid his belt and tugged down at his trousers. The soldier ended up helping you, not out of kindness, only restlessness. You gasped as he pulled out his cock, you didn’t realise it could be so – big. The soldier's cock was hairy as the base, had a couple of veins popping out at his length and had a pretty pink tip. If you knew any better about sex, you’d say that he’s already about to burst. 

It was like natural instincts, he didn’t have to say anything, you automatically took his length in both hands, staring from the base and working your way up. He groaned and his head fell back, hands in your hair as you slowly worked your hands up and down his length. In another reality, he would have loved to have you take your time, worshipping his cock. 

“Okay, sweetheart, I need your mouth around me right now” he hissed, leaning his upper body forward easily to push your head towards his member with his hands. 

You pushed against him, your lips an inch away from his tip, okay, this was getting frightening now. The realisation of what you were doing below deck, could be interrupted at any moment, freaked you out. But that didn’t stop him, he pulled harder, making you yelp and your mouth pressed against his member. But you refused to open up for him, he rubbed your mouth and nose around his firm length, your hands pressed against his upper legs in an attempt to push free but it was pointless, you were whining. 

“Fucking open up, you dumb whore” he spat, you mewled quietly, too afraid to catch anyone’s attention on deck. Reluctantly, you slowly opened your mouth and he slipped his tip in. “Ah, fuck” he muttered, the rocking of the boat, thrusted him deeper in and out of your mouth. He had no shame in swearing, muttering and whining underneath his breath, his balls already tightening. “Christ, I’m not going to fucking last-” he was breathless, eyes almost rolling back. 

Forcing your mouth right down to his base, your cries were blocked by his size. There was no space to breathe, your jaw was aching and you were gagging. With how wide your mouth was, you were afraid that your jaw would lock, it was aching, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Tears were running down your cheeks as he was groaning under his breath, eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flaring and jaw clenched. 

Without a warning, he bursted right down your mouth, his legs shaking slightly, hands tightened around your hair. The soldier bit on his lower lip to silence his moan of pleasure as his cock was spurting out straight into your throat. 

It tasted salty and bitter, your face scrunched up at the taste, but he didn’t pull out his member until you swallowed it all, it was difficult to swallow with his cock covering the entirety of your mouth. Slowly slipping himself out, he tucked himself back into his trousers and ran his hand through his hair. 

Tears were slowly running down your cheeks, you felt your aching jaw softly and sniffled, the soldier pulled you up onto the bed and wiped your face clean with his bare hand. He sighed, looking you up and down. Giving you one last kiss, he murmured to you, “thanks for the company”.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #dunkirk #dunkirk 2017 #dunkirk movie #shivering soldier #shivering soldier x reader

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some spring movies/series 🌷

spring is here!! and so is your friendly neighbourhood little organisation freak of a goblin to give you a list of some spring movies and series. as always, just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

summer | autumn | winter

🐝 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

mary poppins (1964)

the sound of music (1965)

aristocats (1970)

alla vi barn i bullerbyn (1986)

my neighbour totoro (1988)

kiki's delivery service (1989)

a league of their own (1992)

the secret garden (1993)

pride and prejudice (1995/2005)

whisper of the heart (1995)

clueless (1995)

my best friend’s wedding (1997)

parent trap (1998)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

notting hill (1999)

she's all that (1999)

but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

bring it on (2000)

miss congeniality (2000)

spiritied away (2001)

the wedding planner (2001)

legally blonde (2001)

princess diaries (2001 + 2004)

spy kids (2001-2003)

maid in manhatten (2002)

bend it like beckham (2002)

tuck everlasting (2002)

school of rock (2003)

how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003)

something’s gotta give (2003)

13 going on 30 (2004)

finding neverland (2004)

howl’s moving castle (2004)

saving face (2004)

the notebook (2004)

imagine me and you (2005)

nanny mcphee (2005)

penelope (2006)

miss potter (2006)

step up (2006)

she’s the man (2006)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

enchanted (2007)

atonement (2007)

stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

valentine’s day (2010)

tangled (2010)

leap year (2010)

easy a (2010)

from up on poppy hill (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

crazy, stupid, love (2011)

what to expect when you’re expecting (2012)

remember sunday (2013)

saving mr banks (2013)

about time (2013)

now you see me (2013 + 2016)

love, rosie (2014)

testament of youth (2014)

kingsman (2014-)

paddington (2014 + 2017)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

burnt (2015)

brooklyn (2015)

cinderella (2015)

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015)

lady chatterley's lover (2015/2022)

creed franchise (2015-2023)

me before you (2016)

mother’s day (2016)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the light between oceans (2016)

paterson (2016)

how to be single (2016)

hidden figures (2016)

gifted (2017)

dunkirk (2017)

ocean’s eight (2018)

life itself (2018)

peter rabbit (2018)

christopher robin (2018)

tomb raider (2018)

set it up (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

spider-verse movies (2018-)

1917 (2019)

the art of racing in the rain (2019)

can you keep a secret? (2019)

booksmart (2019)

someone great (2019)

endings, beginnings (2019)

emma (2020)

enola holms (2020-)

the last letter from your lover (2021)

the world to come (2021)

🌼 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

little house on the prairie (1974-1983)

moomin valley (1990-1992)

greys anatomy (2005-)

gossip girl (2007-2012)

skins (2007-2013)

the great british bake off (2010-)

new girl (2011-2018)

brooklyn nine-nine (2013-2021)

the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

grace and frankie (2015-2022)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

howards end (2017)

girlboss (2017)

she's gotta have it (2017-2019)

the bold type (2017-2021)

mr. sunshine (2018)

queer eye (2018-)

crash landing into you (2019)

the witcher (2019-)

dickinson (2019-2021)

sex education (2019-2023)

bridgerton (2020-)

ted lasso (2020-2023)

nevertheless (2021)

the falcon and the winter soilder (2021)

flatshare (2022)

#lea speaks #• comfort if you need it • #movies #comfort movies #movie recommendation #studyblr #cottagecore #dark academia #cozycore #cosycore #hygge #naturecore #tv show recommendations #spring #spring aesthetic #spring movies #springcore #cottage core

[wishtherebestars]

WHITE LIES ✴︎ peter dawson

peter dawson x f!reader

WARNINGS: mention of war, violence, death, wwii, spoilers for dunkirk

WORDS: 4.5k

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Evelyn had always been told by her mother that a little white lie once in a while would not hurt anyone, not truly. Evelyn herself had used a few white lies here and there, the most recent one was her job application. She had enlisted to become an army nurse for the English Army, and when they asked how long she had been a nurse, she had said a few years, which was not totally a lie, she had been working as a nurse for a few years, in her hometown of Shaftesbury in Dorset, but she had been unlicensed when she worked then.

She didn’t get her license until a few months ago when the town doctor granted it to her after some quick courses. She didn’t care for her experience, she wanted to help as well. Men were laying down their lives for them, the least she could do was help where she could. She had joined just before Christmas, her own parents had not been alive anymore to see this new war, and she only had one brother left who had joined the army as well, specifically the Air Force.

She had been quickly assigned to France, even more accurately, in Dunkirk where currently many soldiers were waiting on the beach to be rescued as the Nazi’s were closing in on them, including Evelyn who tried to help where she could, wearing a long coat she had found in town of an abandoned house as she walked alongside the men, coming whenever one called her.

“Miss, perhaps it’s time for you to board the ship as well, you’d be much more use there” Colonel Winnant told her as she walked around the docks, the long coat fighting to keep her warm. “I am good here, Colonel, with all due respect but what happens when all the nurses are on sea and these men need help?” she asked the Colonel and he nodded, agreeing with her slightly. “Very well, do be careful” he said, and she nodded before she went to check the next one. She had walked away when she saw a stretcher come towards her. “Move!” she yelled as two young looking men made way through the other soldiers. It broke her heart how often she saw soldiers, no older than 20.

The two young men were sent back on the docks after they gave the stretcher to the medical personnel of the ship they were clearly trying to board and Evelyn followed them with her eyes, as they got on anyways. She could say something but that was entirely useless anyways. What was the point to rat out someone who was only trying to save their own life, in these times she did not care. she continued her job until she heard something, like everyone when she looked up, she saw enemy planes above them, shooting at the ship and docks. Evelyn quickly tried to hide herself and then saw the medical ship was sinking. “Sweet Mother of—” Evelyn cursed when the ship started to fall against the docks as she watched soldiers jump overboard before she watched the ship go down, another attempt to rescue people had failed.

Evelyn continued to aid where she could until a soldier walked towards her. “We need a nurse on deck of that boat there” he told her to one somewhere in the distance. “There are no nurses on land, I am needed here” she said but he shook his head. “we are a medical ship with no medical staff, please” he begged, and she finally gave in as she joined them, her coat wrapped warmly around her body as they went with the rest of the people. Sailing as far away from Dunkirk as possible.

“You feel guilty” he said as he looked at Evelyn. “Only a little, I hope there is someone coming for them” she said, and he nodded. “Me too” he said as they went off, yet when they were half ways away, Evelyn started to feel uneasy, she stayed on deck as she looked out onto the sea.

“Torpedo!” someone yelled, and the ship was hit. People started running, most jumping off the ship, but not Evelyn as she tried to help everyone, trying to get them to safety when she saw the familiar face of the soldier who had asked for her help. “Here” he told her giving her a vest which she quickly put on. “What about you?” she asked. “Don’t worry about me” he told her before he threw her overboard, saving her.

She let out a squeal as the cold water hit her, letting her body float in the water as it had been easy waves, avoiding the burning spots where oil had leaked. She continued to float around until she hit a small boat. “Pick her up!” one man ordered as they saw her. “It’s a nurse” one said, and they all agreed as they rescued her. She sat with them. “Where are you going?” she asked as she sat in the middle, trying to make sure the boat wouldn’t flip. “England” the one standing said and she nodded, there was no way she could talk them into leaving for Dunkirk again. They sailed into the dark, until the wood of the boat suddenly creaked again.

This time it seemed a submarine had caused the damage, probably the same one who had sent the torpedo. Most men fell off, except Evelyn and another who placed themselves up on the flipped boat to get out of the cold water.

“We need to remain still” Evelyn said, in the hopes that they wouldn’t fall back in and die of hypothermia. They stayed in the same spot, the coat still around her as the soldier next to her found a blanket to keep himself warm. “Hey!” Evelyn heard and when she looked up, she saw a boat, one not meant for the spoils of war. “Can you swim?” someone yelled. Evelyn looked at her nameless companion who didn’t speak to her and only shivered. “I can!” Evelyn yelled back. “Can you throw a rope?” she questioned and soon a rope was thrown at her. She caught it before she turned to the soldier. “Are you staying or coming?” she asked, and he stood up, before diving into the water. Evelyn quickly followed but soon realised the coat was dragging her down. She took it off and let it sink to the sea floor.

“Here, give me your hand” the voice from before said and when she looked up, she saw a young man, with blond hair and a red knitted sweater which truly reminded her of home as she was helped on board. Her wet nurse clothes dripped onto the deck as she saw the other soldier hunched into a corner. Shellshock, she had seen it enough already to know it was not good news.

“I’m Peter Dawson, this is my friend George and my father” Peter said as Evelyn settled on the small bench behind the father of Peter, Mr. Dawson. “Evelyn, Evelyn Farrier” she said, and Peter nodded before he rushed away to grab blankets as she shivered from the cold. She was quickly wrapped in a blanket as was the other soldier with her and handed a similar knitted sweater. “To keep you warm” Peter said, and she gave him a small smile.

“Thank you” she said as she used the blanket to try dry herself before she pulled the blue sweater over her head. “Where do you come from?” Evelyn asked looking at the three people. “Weymouth, Miss” Mr. Dawson answered, and she nodded. “Long way from home” she said. “What about you?” Peter asked, kneeling before her. He couldn’t get his eyes off her, she had been beautiful. Her dark hair, in spite of the wetness, was pinned and curled rather neatly, and she had the softest expression on her face that had been a rare sight since the war had started.

“Dorset” she said, and Peter smiled. “Then we are not the only ones away from home” he said as he ordered his friend to start brewing tea. “Are you the only nurse?” Mr. Dawson asked, looking around to see if there were more people. “Yes, the others were hit on the Medical boat already, I’m one of few left” she said as she looked at the Captain of the small ship. He nodded and she understood this man had seen war before and had not hoped to see it again in his lifetime.

“You seem young to be a nurse” George said coming back up to give her a cup of tea. “I’m 19, that’s old enough” she said, and George nodded. “I’m 17 and Peter is 20, we are neighbours” George said, and she nodded before tea was thrown over her as the soldier next to her threw it away. “Easy” she told him, sliding slightly away. “You can sit down inside, it’s a lot warmer than out here” George said but the soldier didn’t respond. “Would you mind if I went down?” she asked and they all shook their head as Peter stood up, offering his hand to help her down. “I might have some more dry clothes here somewhere, perhaps you can wear that instead” he offered, and she nodded in thanks.

Peter turned around as she looked and indeed found old trousers made from wool that would be a better replacement than her wet nurse outfit. She jumped into a small room and redressed herself, throwing the wet clothes in a corner to dry out. “There much better” she said as she gave Peter a small smile. George came down again to make another cup of tea for the soldier. “Peter? Is there still a room to sleep down there?” Mr. Dawson asked, and Peter looked around. “Yes” he called back, and Evelyn quickly got back on deck to make sure there was room down below. She listened to what Mr. Dawson was doing, convincing the soldier they were turning around back to England, but Mr. Dawson did no such thing when the soldier was down below deck.

Evelyn stayed on top, looking at the sea when they kept seeing planes go over. She silently wondered if one of them held her brother, she knew he flew one of those planes, she was unfamiliar with the correct term, but she recognised them. “You look at them longingly” Mr. Dawson said as Evelyn snapped back from her daydream, a blanket around her shoulders as she wore old clothes belonging to Peter.

“My brother, sir, he is a pilot and I have not heard from him in months” Evelyn explained and looked up again. “I hope he is safe” Mr. Dawson told her, and she nodded. “Me too” she said when she heard knocking from down below and when she stood to look, she saw Peter stand before the door where he had locked the soldier in. George stood close to her, on just before the steps as they looked down, but when Peter opened the door again the soldier was gone.

Evelyn sprang into action, looking around the deck when she saw him approach Mr. Dawson. “You lied to me” he said looking at Mr. Dawson. “I cannot turn around; this boat is meant to help people” Dawson said as he looked straight ahead. “Meant to help?” the soldier mocked, as he looked at Dawson. “This is a pleasure boat, it serves no purpose in the war” he said, and Evelyn could find it in herself where she understood him, he was frightened. “There are still people on the beaches of Dunkirk that need our help son, and we cannot abandon them in times of need” Dawson said but the soldier didn’t agree as he started to attack Mr. Dawson.

Evelyn quickly grabbed the soldier, trying to hold his arms down as she heard Peter rush up the stairs trying to help his father and her. She eventually fell flat on her behind on the deck as the Soldier pushed everyone away when she heard a bang. She quickly stood up and rushed over. The Soldier had placed himself in a corner as Peter rushed down. “George!” he yelled out in shock, and she quickly followed after him when she saw George lay on the ground emotionless. He wheezed slightly as Evelyn reached him. “Give me one of those vests” she ordered, and Peter did as she told him as she fumbled it up until it made a decent pillow which she placed under George’s head.

“It’s okay” she kept telling him, and she wasn’t sure which of the three she was comforting; George, Peter, or herself. She carefully checked his head and found a spot that was bleeding. “Do you have a clean rag?” she asked, and Peter nodded as he handed it to her. “You’ll be okay, George, you hear me” Peter told his friend and although the gesture was meant to be kind, Evelyn saw the metal piece he must have hit with his head, and it didn’t mean anything good especially on open water nowhere near a decent hospital.

“I need to bandage this so it’ll stop” Evelyn said, trying to hide her thoughts as she looked at Peter, as she knew she could do was make George comfortable and make sure the Soldier didn’t catch a whiff of this information as she was sure it would send the Shellshocked Soldier into another fit of rage and sadness. Peter did whatever she asked and gave her a first aid kit as she wrapped George’s head. “There, now, be careful alright” Evelyn said, and George grunted in agreement.

Peter stayed with George for a moment longer making sure his friend was alright. Evelyn went to check on the Soldier. “Is he?” he asked, his hands shaking. “He needs some rest, and he has a small wound” Evelyn said sitting down the soldier on deck. “He’ll be fine” she lied, she hated lying but it seemed the war made her a liar. How many more lies of people being okay when they aren’t would she spew, she had done it so many times before.

Mr. Dawson shot her a look, but he noticed the sadness in her eyes and knew, George was not doing as well as she made everyone believe. But she couldn’t worry them now. Again, the planes went over their heads, this time lower than before. “Evelyn!” she heard Peter call, and she took her eyes off the planes as she went belong deck where she saw a frantic Peter. “He says he can’t see” Peter said, and Evelyn looked at George who laid still on the ground, looking at nothing as his eyes couldn’t focus. She walked closer and moved his face to make him look in her direction. “You cannot see anything?” she asked. “No” George muttered.

“What does that mean?” Peter asked, looking at Evelyn as she checked the wound, it was still bleeding a little. “It’s not uncommon, he hit his head, there is probably a swelling like when you injure yourself on the outside, it turns blue, or it swells, same can happen in the inside of your body, George just needs to rest” she told Peter as she gave him a weak smile, but he seems to buy it. Peter nodded and went above deck when his dad called. “You are a smooth liar” George whispered softly. Evelyn looked at George as his face was in the direction of the wall. “I don’t want to worry you, or your friend” she said, and George nodded. “Am I going to die?” he asked. “Not if I can help it” she said and grabbed some new bandages to tighten the first one to try stop the bleeding.

“It’s not his fault, the soldier, he is shellshock, that’s what Mr. Dawson calls it” George said. “Mr. Dawson is indeed right” Evelyn said. “Distract Peter, he is needed” George said, and Evelyn nodded before she realised, he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Of course, I won’t let him worry” she said, and George smiled. “Thank you” he said. “No, thank you, if you hadn’t joined this crew perhaps, I would still be out there” Evelyn said, and George smiled proudly. “My young hero” she said, and he smiled still when Evelyn went on deck to see what was happening.

Evelyn saw as one of the planes had crashed and Mr. Dawson seemed determined to sail towards it. “Dad! There was no parachute, he’s dead” Peter said, sounding a lot more pessimistic than before. “He can still be alive!” Mr. Dawson said, and it made Evelyn wonder if he had lost someone during the last war. They sailed closer and Peter grabbed a stick used for the sails to crack open the glass to release the pilot who swam to the surface. “Good day” he said with a thick accent. “Come” Evelyn said holding out her hand for the pilot as he climbed on board.

Peter went to grab him a cup of tea and a blanket and when Evelyn had been turned around, he had asked him for medical advice. “I am no doctor, son, I don’t know, what about anyone else?” the pilot asked. “Evelyn is a nurse, but she said it was nothing to worry about” Peter said. “Then trust the Nurse” he said before coming back on deck. “What’s your name?” Evelyn asked as she looked at the Pilot. “Collins, Miss” he said. “Farrier” she said in the same tone as he did while she placed a teasing smile on her face.

“Farrier? Henry Farrier’s family?” Collins asked and she nodded. “That’s my brother” she said. Collins pointed to the other plane, the last Spitfire on their side. “That’s him” he said. Evelyn looked to the sky, anxiety washing over her body as she crossed her arms, fisting the fabric. “Don’t you dare die” she muttered as she kept an eye on the Spitfire.

Collins made a quick promise to himself and at the same time Farrier, that he would let nothing happen to his sister, the man would have his head if he did. Evelyn walked down below deck again, checking up on George, whose breathing had slowed down. “How do you feel George?” she asked softly. “The pain is gone” he said, and she nodded. “Good, that’s good” she said, and he nodded softly. “Can you distract me” he asked, and she nodded before again realising the sight in his eyes had been gone. “I am not a good storyteller, but I know some songs my mom used to sing when I couldn’t sleep” Evelyn said and proceeded to sing to George, before she walked called up to the deck again. “Take it easy, okay, my young hero” she said, and George nodded as she walked on deck.

In the distance, herself, and Peter, noticed a ship slowly sinking and being surrounded by oil. “There are too many people on there to help” Peter said before Evelyn smiled. “Not with them” she said as they were surrounded by other boats who had sailed all from England to aid Dunkirk. Most continued until they reached the shores, and some, like they were, were helping the soldiers out of the water. Directing them somewhere on deck or below.

When Peter saw soldiers go down, he rushed with them. “Careful!” he called out when he looked at George, who in his eyes looked to be sleeping. Evelyn stood behind him as she watched the soldiers put on vests if they did not yet have them. “He’s dead, mate” one soldier said, and Evelyn gasped softly as she pushed passed Peter. She knew his injuries were bad, even with hospital care a hit to the head with metal like that would be risky, but she had held so much hope, praying for a miracle, as she hoped he pulled through long enough.

She reached George and checked his pulse and breathing and closed her eyes when she couldn’t find it. “Can you pass a blanket” she asked a soldier when she looked at Peter with sadness in her eyes, and pain. She had promised him, and George, he would be fine. Mr. Dawson had looked over his son’s shoulder to see Evelyn cover George’s body, but no one spoke of it. “Is he alright?” the Shivering soldier asked Peter who walked up again, fighting tears. “He’s fine” Peter lied, like Evelyn had done to him, which now he understood.

The boat was quickly filled as they sailed back to England. Evelyn helped everyone off the boat and made sure to clean the mess as they carried away George’s body. She grabbed her, now dried, nurse’s outfit and walked around to find a decent place to change back, but by the time she returned to give back the sweater, the Dawson’s and their ship was gone, sailing off in the distance as they went back to Weymouth.

Evelyn continued again, placing the sweater in a bag as she waited for her next orders, she was given a week leave to recover before she was sent back into war, taking the dark blue knitted sweater from Peter with her wherever she went, from France again, to the Netherlands and eventually she had been stationed in London again, at the near end of the War. Winter of 1944 had been a brutal one, and she had not heard from friends or family since Dunkirk.

Part of her avoided friends, and another was afraid she had lost her brother. She vowed to herself she would not rest until she knew what happened to him when she had received a MIA notice for her brother. He was alive, she could feel it in her bones, and if anyone would know it would be the headquarters in London.

She had asked around, but no Air Force official knew the fate of Henry Farrier, she eventually decided to try the hospital ward, where nameless soldiers were kept who either forgot their name or were unconscious still to tell their name and no other identification was found when they were.

Evelyn walked around, helping people while she looked when she saw a familiar face. “Peter?” she said as she looked at the young soldier, holding a clipboard and a medical band around his arm. He turned around and saw Evelyn and gave her a smile. “You’re still going?” he said and walked over. “I could say the same for you, when did you join?” she asked playing with the medical identification band, which had been white with a red cross. “After George died, I felt like I needed to do something, and although my father did want me too, I felt this would be the best thing for both of us” Peter said, looking at her. “I am sorry, I should have told you sooner when I suspected George might not—” she tried but Peter shook his head. “I understand, now that I work here, I understand more than anything” Peter said and gave her a half smile.

His posture changed when he remembered she had not been here for a playful visit. “Are you visiting someone? Looking?” he asked when he noticed her common clothing, especially the blue sweater which he knew belonged to him, as he saw the ripped seem on the right sleeve which he caused during fishing. “My brother, Henry” she said, and he immediately checked his clipboard. “No Farrier listed, perhaps with the John Doe’s” Peter said. “Thank you” she said and planned to walk away again.

“Wait!” Peter said, almost hitting himself on the head for his awkwardness. “There is a pub, that plays music to calm soldiers and remind us, this will be over soon, hopefully, care to join me tonight? My treat” he said, and Evelyn smiled. “Yes, of course, I could do with a distraction” she said.

Peter gave her the address before he continued his work, and she continued her search, which ended nowhere. She went back to the small apartment she had acquired in London before she changed in the best dress her closest held and walked out into the night to find the club Peter mentioned. It had not been too far from the hospital, which was probably how he knew about it, and when she entered, she saw him sitting at the bar already, looking around to find her.

“Peter!” she called out to catch his attention, and the moment his eyes landed on her, in her dark blue dress, which was similar to the borrowed sweater, a smile was plastered on his face. She quickly joined him before others could speak to her. “You made it!” he said, he still wore his uniform, like most men inside the club did, as he held out a glass of what seemed to be beer to her. “I hope you like beer, otherwise I am a fool” Peter said, and she smiled. “I love it, it’s been too long” she said as she sipped her beer, even though she wasn’t usually the type, she did not lie to Peter, it had truly been a while since any form of alcohol touched her lips. They started with small talk.

“How is your dad?”

“How is the boat?”

“Where have you worked so far”

and slowly the questions about work and the war ran out, and a short silence fell. “I ran into the soldier once, after” Peter started, although he was unsure if it was the right moment. “He joined a program which helps shell-shocked soldiers to try find their footing again” he said before he took a cigarette from his pocket which he lit and held it up to her. She took it between his fingers and nodded. “I’m glad they can help him. I wouldn’t be able to imagine if it was my brother or husband who had to go through something like that” Evelyn said and Peter’s face paled.

“You have a husband? I feel so stupid now, I assumed you didn’t and when you arrived, God, I’m so sorry” he started to ramble to which she smiled before she stopped him. “No, no, I do not, I meant hypothetically” she said. She crooked her head. “You asked me here, not to catch up, but as a date?” she asked boldly, she had always been seen as a woman out of her time, which intrigued Peter even more, luckily. “Yes, I know I’m an idiot” Peter said before he hit his face.

“I think it’s sweet, but shall we continue this elsewhere?” Evelyn asked and he nodded before paying the tab of the bar as they rushed outside. Walking the streets of London to continue their date, as Peter had not stopped thinking about the Nurse he had saved from Dunkirk, and neither had Evelyn, who could do nothing but worry about her saviour.

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in 2023 I watched some movies

I was gonna catch up on all those best picture nominees from the last 5 years, but watched crap like Caligula 2 instead

The 1989 World Tour - Live (2015, dir. Jonas Åkerlund) Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022, dir. Rian Johnson) Flight 666 (2008, dir. Scot McFayden and Sam Dunn) Dracula (1931, dir. Todd Browning) Moonraker (1979, dir. Lewis Gilbert) The Pez Outlaw (2022, dir. Bryan Storkel and Amy Bandlien Storkel) Encino Man (1992, dir. Les Mayfield) Star Trek: Insurrection (1998, dir. Jonathan Frakes) Once Upon a Time in… Hollywood (2019, dir. Quentin Tarantino) Cleopatra (1963, dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz) The Alligator People (1959, dir. Roy Del Ruth) The Silence of the Lambs (1991, dir. Thomas Demme) Godzilla vs. Megalon (“ゴジラ対メガロ” 1973, dir. Jun Fukuda) Invasion of Astro-Monster (“怪獣大戦争” 1965, dir. Ishirō Honda) Breaking a Monster (2015, dir. Luke Meyer) Terror at Orgy Castle (1971, dir. Zoltan G. Spencer) Wake in Fright ("Outback" 1971, dir. Ted Kotcheff) m.A.A.d. (2014, dir. Khalil Joseph) Reservoir Dogs (1992, dir. Quentin Tarantino) Kung Pow! Enter the Fist (2002, dir. Steve Oedekerk) House (1977, dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi) Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981, dir. Steven Spielberg) Dunkirk (2017, dir. Christopher Nolan) Final Destination (2000, dir. James Wong) Glitch: The Rise & Fall of HQ Trivia (2023, dir. Salima Koroma) Basic Instinct (1992, dir. Paul Verhoeven) Pee Wee’s Big Adventure (1985, dir. Tim Burton) Caligula 2: The Untold Story (“Caligola: La storia mai raccontata” 1982, dir. Joe D’Amato) La noche del terror ciego (1972, dir. Amando de Ossorio) Rocky IV (1985, dir. Sylvester Stallone) Saw IV (2007, dir. Darren Lynn Bousman) House of Wax (1953, dir. Andre DeToth) Thir13en Ghosts (2001, dir. Steve Beck) Kashchey the Immortal (“Кащей Бессмертный” 1944, dir. Aleksandr Rou) Ghost Ship (2002, dir. Steve Beck) The Blood on Satan’s Claw (1971, dir. Piers Haggard) The Face of Fu Manchu (1965, dir. Don Sharp) The Brides of Fu Manchu (1966, dir. Don Sharp) The Vengeance of Fu Manchu (1967, dir. Jeremy Summers) The Blood of Fu Manchu (1968, dir. Jesús Franco) April Fool's Day (1986, dir. Fred Walton) It's Pat 1994, dir. Adam Bernstein) The Castle of Fu Manchu (1969, dir. Jesús Franco) Adam and Eve Meet the Cannibals ("Adam ed Eve, la prima storia d'amore" 1983, dir. Enzo Doria & Luigi Rosso) The Mountain of the Cannibal God (“La montagna del dio cannibale” 1978, dir. Sergio Martino) When Harry Met Sally… (1989, dir. Rob Reiner) Beetlejuice (1988, dir. Tim Burton) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (2001, dir. Peter Jackson, Long as Shit Version) The Hobbit (1977, dir. Arthur Rankin Jr. & Jules Bass) The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920, dir. Robert Wiene) The Wicker Man (1973, dir. Robin Hardy) The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974, dir. Tobe Hooper) House of 1000 Corpses (2003, dir. Rob Zombie) Chopping Mall (1986, dir. Jim Wynorski) Basket Case (1982, dir. Frank Henenlotter) Cube (1997, dir. Vincenzo Natali) Cube 2: Hypercube (2002, dir. Andrzej Sekula) Practical Magic (1998, dir. Griffin Dunne) Tropic Thunder (2008, dir. Ben Stiller) Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015, dir. J.J. Abrams) Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017, dir. Rian Johnson) Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019, dir. J.J. Abrams) Eyes Wide Shut (1999, dir. Stanley Kubrick) Superbad (2007, dir. Greg Mottola) Bruce Almighty (2003, dir. Tom Shadyac) House of Flying Daggers (“十面埋伏” 2004, dir. Zhang Yimou) Saltburn (2023, dir. Emerald Fennell) Grandma’s Boy (2006, dir. Nicholaus Goossen) Five Nights at Freddy's (2023, dir. Emma Tammi) Caligula and Messalina (“Caligula et Messaline” 1981, dir. Bruno Mattei) The Wizard of Oz (1939, dir. Victor Fleming, King Vidor, George Cukor, and Norman Taurog) A Christmas Prince (2017, dir. Alex Zamm) A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding (2018, dir. John Schulz) The Knight Before Christmas (2019, dir. Monika Mitchell) Goldfinger (1964, dir. Guy Hamilton) Total Recall (1990, dir. Paul Verhoeven)

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Part 1: In the Heart of War

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: Trauma can make you do terrible things. 

Word Count: 3,403

Notes: Warnings for depictions of war, PTSD, blood, and a major head injury. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson​.   

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 3: Not Going Back

Back hunched, empty mug of tea dangling from one hand, Henry seemed to have just begun to nod off. Perhaps it was the gentle rocking of the boat, or maybe the simple promise of dry land, that was enough to lull him. Daisy was seated beside him, a little afraid to move out of fear that she’d disturb him. Their sides were pressed close together in the small corner of the deck that they’d squashed themselves into. Not that she minded. He was warm.

But then another explosion sounded off in the distance and he was jumping to alertness, head snapping upwards. Eyes focusing on the smoke in the distance, he frowned, standing. 

“Henry?” she asked, setting the mug she’d been cradling in her hands aside.  

“Where are we going?” he turned to Mr. Dawson. 

“Dunkirk,” the old man answered. Henry glanced back to where plumes of black smoke rose from the ocean into the sky. For a moment she caught sight of his eyes. Of the sudden flash of raw, panicked horror that washed over them.

“No, uh, no, no, we’re going to England,” he looked back at Mr. Dawson, confused. Pleading. Hoping that he had misheard. Mr. Dawson clearly also saw the sudden fear crossing Henry’s face, expression smoothing out, voice calm and gentle. 

“We have to go to Dunkirk first.”

His head shook wildly. “Look, I’m not going back,” he almost choked on the words. “I’m not going back. Look at it,” he pointed towards the smoke. “If we go there, we’ll die.”

Mr. Dawson glanced from him to the smoke. Then shrugged. “I see your point, son,” Daisy’s eyebrows raised. “Well, let’s plot a course,” he gestured for Henry to follow him. “You can take your tea below and warm up. Peter,” he called to his son. “Have we got space for a man to lie down?”

“Uh, yeah,” Peter eyed Henry warily. “Here, come on,” he held out a hand, taking Henry’s empty cup of tea from him so he could brace himself to descend the steps. “Careful. Careful,” he led Henry to a tiny room, stuffed full of orange life jackets, but with just enough space that he could lay down if he wanted to. “Just in there,” Henry eyed the space, glancing back at Peter, eyes darting over the boy's shoulder to look at Daisy. She gave him the most comforting smile she could muster. The angles of the light accentuated the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones, dark fringe falling into his eyes. “I’ll get you some more tea.”

She noticed Peter’s fingers hovering over the lock after he closed the door. “Don’t,” she said quietly. The blonde looked reluctant, but nodded. Feet planted firmly on the stairs to keep her balance, she moved to help him with the tea. 

“I’ve got it.”

“Peter,” she spoke in a hushed voice. “Are you afraid of him?”

Peter pursed his lips, glancing over his shoulder at the room he’d left Henry in. “He makes me nervous.”

Daisy followed his gaze. She supposed that it must be frightening, especially for someone as young as Peter, to see a person as mentally destroyed as Henry was. As kind as the soldier seemed to be, the fear made him unpredictable. 

“He’s alright. He’s just scared,” her attempt at reassurance only earned her a small shrug. She sighed, patting him on the shoulder before climbing back above deck. George was sitting next to Mr. Dawson, the pair talking about fighter planes.

“What are you going to do when he realizes that you haven’t turned us around?”

Mr. Dawson sighed. Daisy narrowed her eyes. 

“He isn’t just going to fall asleep until we get back to England. Certainly not with those explosions in the distance. He might ask to come back on deck soon,” the wind whipped a few locks of hair into her face that she had to push away. “So, what’s the plan?”

“I’ll handle it.”

“I was thinking that maybe I should try talking to him.”

Mr. Dawson shook his head. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“All due respect, sir, but he trusts me more than the rest of you.”

“I’m the captain of this vessel, Daisy. If anyone has a problem with the course I’ve charted for us, they take it up with me. I won’t get the rest of you involved.” 

Her jaw clenched, forcing herself to swallow her frustration. Getting into an argument wasn’t going to do much good for anyone.

“Is he a coward, Mr. Dawson?” George asked.

“Of course not,” Daisy’s tone was aghast.

“He’s shell-shocked, George,” Mr. Dawson said at the same time. Glancing away, his lips pressed into a hard line, a deep sadness settling into his eyes. “He’s not himself. He may never be himself again.”

The idea sent a mournful pang through Daisy’s heart. Not just for Henry, but for all of the men so irreparably scarred by this war. It wasn’t fair. Sitting down next to George, she sighed, shoulders curling in against the cold bite of the wind. George stood to help Peter with something down below.

“‘Never,’ you say?” she asked, frowning out at the ocean in front of them. Mr. Dawson shrugged.

“It depends on the man, I suppose. And what he went through. An attack from a U-boat is one of the worst things that can happen out here,” he bent to adjust the speed of the engine. When he straightened, a small smile played on his lips. “He seems to be quite taken with you.”

Scoffing, she shook her head. “I’m just the first person to offer him a shoulder to rest on since being irreversibly traumatized.”

“The most relaxed he’s been since getting on this boat was when you were talking with him.” 

Shrugging, she pulled her green sweater tighter around herself, slipping her hands underneath it to protect them from the cold. “Once we get back to dry land I’d give it a week until he’s forgotten all about me.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

She shot the old man a funny look. “We just met.” 

“You say that as if you weren’t visibly pouting for the hour you thought he was married.”

She stood, wiping her hands down on her pants. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m sure.”

“You’re going senile, old man.”

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, popping up from below deck.

“Your father is seeing things.”

“Don’t listen to her son, she's just in denial.” 

Grumbling, about how she would rather jump into the sea and swim back to England than carry on with this conversation, she stomped downstairs. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Stretched out half on top of the life jackets piled in the room with him, Henry tried to close his eyes and rest. But every little jolt from the boat sent him leaping up, preparing to race for the door at any sign of water leaking in or the boat sinking. 

And he couldn’t stop shivering, the little tremors leaving his hands unsteady, muscles fatigued. It didn’t matter how warm he was, this was not the kind of shivering that heat could abate.

The people on the boat seemed nice enough. Though the nervous glances, bordering close to actual fear, between the two young boys every time Henry moved made him almost wish that he’d just allowed the sea to claim him, rather than clinging to the wreckage of that sunken ship. When he thought back to how he’d knocked the tea from the young, dark haired boy’s hand, he wanted to curl in on himself from embarrassment and shame.

They all probably thought him mad, or at the very least a coward, for the way he’d practically begged them to just turn around. To take them all home and away from the hellscape that awaited them if they continued on their course to Dunkirk. But they just didn’t understand. By forcing them to turn around, he was keeping them all alive. The only thing that awaited them at Dunkirk was misery and death.

He sat up, leaning his side heavily against the stack of orange life jackets beside him. Lips pursing, he huffed. It had been more comfortable out on deck, where he could see what was going on and Daisy was warm against his side.

When she’d approached him, with a small smile and wide hazel eyes, he’d forgotten, for the tiniest sliver of a second, the trembling in his bones. For a moment he was himself again, blinking up in stunned awe as a pretty girl approached him. Soft, short brown hair fluffy from the wind and humidity, danced around her neck. And when she grinned, dimples appeared in her cheeks. So damn adorable he wanted to stroke his finger over them. 

He was pretty certain he was half in love from one quick glance alone. 

The boat jolted again and his hands flung out for stability, heart hammering as he waited for a rush of water to hit him in the face, punching the air from his chest. But it never came. They must have just hit a bit of choppy water. Exhaling deeply in relief, he took a final gulp of his tea, setting the cup aside and standing. Pausing a moment to regain his balance on the swaying floor. He would feel better if he was back out on deck. Maybe Daisy would sit with him some more. He liked listening to her talk; that soft, musical Welsh accent working like a balm over his shattered nerves.

He pressed his hand to the door to push it open. It wouldn’t budge.  

∗ ∗ ∗ 

The wind whipped at her hair, nipping her cheeks and chilling her ears. She missed having Henry’s warm figure seated beside her. The thought had briefly occurred to her to go down to the room he was resting in. Not to do anything unseemly, just to sit and talk. But she didn’t want to overwhelm him either. Or disturb him if he was resting.

Mr. Dawson and George were discussing spitfires after a group of three flew over them. She didn’t pay much attention, pillowing her head on her arms, huffing out a breath of air. Bored. And definitively more than a little tired of the sight of open water. They’d been out there for hours. The least they could see would be a dolphin or something.

Peter leaned his head in from below, eyes wide.

“He wants to come out.”

Mr. Dawson’s brow furrowed. “What have you done? Locked him in? Let him out, for God’s sake.”

Daisy jumped up from where she’d been sitting. “I told you not to do that!” she scolded. They could hear the sounds of the door rattling lightly as Henry tried to open it, his shouting muffled by the wood. Daisy, George, and Mr. Dawson all huddled at the entrance to the stairwell, watching as Peter unlocked the door and pushed it open.

There was no one in the room.

Face scrunching in confusion, Daisy leaned forward. Okay. She was fairly certain that Henry wasn’t a ghost, or had the ability to pass through walls. Where did he go?

Peter ventured further into the room, head tilting up to examine what she remembered from the brief moments she’d spent in the little room to be a skylight.

Straightening, then turning, she just about ran into Henry’s chest where he was standing behind her. His hands caught at her before she could stagger back, gently guiding her to the side. His eyes remained focused on Mr. Dawson, a combination of fear and anger boiling beneath them.

“You haven’t turned around.”

“No. We have a job to do.”

Henry rested his hand on the ceiling to help stabilize himself against the sway of the boat. He laughed, humorlessly.

“Job? This is…this is a pleasure yacht,” he stuttered. “You’re weekend sailors, not the bloody navy. A man your age?”

“Men my age dictate this war,” Mr. Dawson’s eyes narrowed. “Why should we be allowed to send our children to fight it?”

“You should be at home!” Henry shouted, finger raised.

“Well, there won’t be any home if we allow a slaughter across the channel,” a sadness entered Mr. Dawson’s eyes. An attempt to gently explain. “There’s no hiding from this, son.”

Something twitched in Henry’s eyes. He looked like he was about to cry. “What is it you think you can do out there, on this thing?”

“There’s not just us. A call went out. We aren’t the only ones to answer, you know.”

The desperation in Henry’s eyes was building. Tension was mounting in the air. Like that moment when the water in a tea kettle had just begun to boil, but the kettle had yet to begin to scream with the steam releasing from it. “You don’t even have guns.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“Yes, of course,” the growing agitation was plain in Henry’s voice as he swayed from side to side with the movements of the boat. Daisy took a step back. While she still didn’t think that he would intentionally hurt any of them, he was clearly frightened enough to do something drastic, especially if he felt like he was being backed into a corner. “A rifle, a 303.”

“Did it help you against the dive bombers and the U-boats?”

Her eyes flickered to where George was standing near the stairs. Peter was behind her, out on the deck. He’d climbed out through the same window Henry had crawled through.

“Mr. Dawson, let me talk to him–” she began.

“I’m handling this, Daisy,” he said sternly.

“You’re an old fool,” Henry closed his eyes, leaning forward and shaking his head. “I’m not going back,” for a moment his hand pressed flat against the window. He opened his eyes and straightened. “I’m not going back. Turn it around,” the command in his voice was clear. And for a moment, she saw a glimpse of the soldier he’d been before the U-boat and the war had blown his mind to pieces. Determined. Strong. Steadfast. Prepared to do what was necessary.

Mr. Dawson turned away, his back to Henry. “I’m not turning round.”

“Turn it around!” Henry shouted, loud enough to make all of them but Mr. Dawson jump. “Turn it–” he grunted and lunged forward, seizing at the wheel, trying to push Mr. Dawson away from it. Peter shoved past Daisy, attempting to wrestle the soldier off of his father. George was reaching out, trying to help. Daisy jumped back; there was no way in hell she was going to try to get in the middle of that scuffle.

“Henry!” she instead shouted, hoping that somehow the sound of her voice could break through his panicked actions. The area was so small and crowded, it was hard to see what exactly was happening. Mr. Dawson was scrambling at the wheel, Peter grabbing at the back of Henry’s uniform. In the sharp, frantic movements attempting to gain purchase on the wheel, one of Henry’s elbows caught George in the head, the boy losing his balance, falling with a clatter down the stairs.

“Wait, wait!” Mr. Dawson said, hands held out as Henry rounded on Peter, attempting to lightly push him off.

“Calm it down, mate,” Peter said, hands up.

“George!?” Daisy called, when he didn’t pop back up from where he’d fallen. Everyone went still.

“George? George!” Peter scrambled past Henry and down the stairs. Henry staggered backwards, sitting down hard, eyes glued to where George was curled in a fetal position on the floor, whimpering. “What have you done? Daisy!”

The sound of Peter calling to her shocked her out of her stunned stupor, rushing down the stairs to kneel beside the boy. His head was bleeding, groaning quietly as his body spasmed with pain.  

“Okay, you’re all right, George,” Peter was saying. “You’re all right. Hang on,” he grabbed a lifejacket and a rag. “Okay. Okay, just…”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Daisy said, helping him to lift George’s head enough to pillow it on the life jacket.

“That’s it. That’s good enough,” he watched carefully as she guided his hands on how to hold the rags against the bloody spot on George’s head. “It’s gonna keep some pressure on. There we go,” Peter was murmuring more to himself than to her. “There we go. Can you hear me, George?”

Above deck it was all quiet, so she assumed that Henry and Mr. Dawson had stopped fighting. But she couldn’t worry about that right now, too busy helping Peter wrap George’s head in bandages. The two boys were muttering things to each other.

“Be a brave lad.”

“You and Mr. Dawson?” George rambled. Peter’s fingers that were pressed to his head came away bloody. He shot a panicked look at Daisy. She bit her lip. This was far, far beyond the handful of first aid classes she had taken. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“You’re alright. You’re okay,” Peter tried to soothe. Daisy reached out to tightly grab his hand and squeeze it.

“Go get him some water,” she said, taking over putting pressure on the injury. The blood was hot as it drenched her hands. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her breathing. To remind herself that all head injuries bled a significant amount.  

“Sea Cadet. It’s the only thing I’ve ever done.”

“It’s alright. It’s okay. Just have some water,” Peter tried to hold the cup to George’s lips, but he turned his head away.

“I told my dad I’ve done nothing at school,” his words were slow. Not quite slurred, but certainly dazed. “And that I would do something one day. Maybe get in the local paper,” there was a wistfulness to his voice that broke her heart. “Maybe my teachers would see it.”

“Okay, get some rest. I need you back up on deck as soon as you’re able,” Peter said, in a clear attempt to raise George’s spirits. George shook his head, suddenly looking even younger than he actually was. A little sob left his lips.

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t see.”

The horrified look that Peter wore was mirrored with her own. She beckoned him silently to come with her.

“I’ll be right back, George,” he said, following her into the corner where they could speak in hushed voices.

“You can help him, right?”

“Peter…I’m not even a nurse. I’ve taken a few classes in first aid, that’s it,” her eyes darted to where George was still curled up on the floor. “He needs more help than you or I can give him right now.”

“So…so what? What do we do?”

“We’ll just…make him as comfortable as we can.”

Peter shot a venomous look towards the stairs. “This is his fault.”

“Peter,” she caught him by the sleeve, pulling him back to her as he started to turn away. “It was an accident.”

He scoffed, pulling away to stalk up the stairs, voice quiet as he spoke with his father. Sighing, Daisy knelt over George, adjusting the bandages around his head.

“Just try to rest, okay, kiddo?”

He nodded, mumbling incoherently. Frowning, she made her way back upstairs.

“Well, should we turn back?” Peter was asking. Mr. Dawson glanced towards the way they’d came, a sad, conflicted look entering his eyes.

“We’ve come so far.”

“How’s Henry doing?” she asked, glancing outside to where she could see a figure huddled on the deck.

“Who cares?” Peter snapped.

“Peter,” Mr. Dawson chastised softly. He turned to Daisy. “I think you should go check on him.”

Nodding, she approached the huddled figure cautiously, sitting down beside him. He had his head buried in his hands.

“Henry?” she rested a cautious hand on his forearm. He jumped at the touch, head raising to look at her with miserable eyes. It was clear he’d been crying.

“I’m–I’m sorry,” he choked out, a few more tears spilling down his cheeks. Eyes widening, Daisy wrapped her arms tightly around him, letting his head rest against her shoulder as his back spasmed with violent sobs.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, hugging him tightly while he clung to her. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” she thought back to poor George, whimpering on the floor, and squeezed Henry just a little bit tighter to her. God, she hoped that what she said was true.

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[shiveringsoldier]

I wrote an 1100-word review/essay about Dunkirk (2017) on a whim. Please enjoy.

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-All we did is survive.

-That’s enough.

 I don’t know if I can truly articulate just how much I adore this film, but I’ll try.

I’ll start with the tone. The tension is palpable from the first frame to the last. Even in the seemingly calm moments, the unease remains. Something seems off, or you sense the possibility that at any moment things can go horribly wrong. One can only sustain a suspenseful tone for so long, and Dunkirk is the perfect length for it.

The score and sound design do a lot to maintain that tone. The first two or three times I saw this film, I quite literally jumped at the first round of gunfire. The scream of the Stukas is terrifying, and the screams of soldiers under attack are jarring. Even when things are quiet, sound is a dead giveaway for things to come, whether it’s the barely perceptible rustle of an oncoming torpedo or trickles of water escalating to a flooded ship. The score is more about mood than melody. The use of tritones and the Shepard tone illusion add to the unease and tension, and the momentary triumph in the score as the little ships arrive feels so incredibly earned. This even continues through the end credits, with the score beginning with the more triumphant music and ending with Shivering Soldier’s leitmotif.

The cinematography is immaculate, from the aerial shots to the close-ups to the lighting to the blue and yellow color palette. I like the different timelines and the way they all come together for the climax and resolution. Everyone in the cast delivers a top-notch performance. And the minimal dialogue is so realistic. I love that there are no eloquent speeches or monologues. I love that we hear Churchill’s speech not through Churchill’s mouth but through a monotone reading from an exhausted Tommy. Collins and Farrier only communicate in compliance with RAF protocol. The communication among Tommy, Gibson, and Alex is largely nonverbal, mostly through glances and nods. The most verbal characters (Mr. Dawson, Peter, and George) are the ones who have known each other the longest. The first time I watched Dunkirk, I don’t think I noticed that Gibson hadn’t said anything until Alex pointed it out, but I guess that goes to show the effectiveness of the minimal dialogue.

A common criticism of the film, at least in 2017, is that the characters are poorly defined. I have never shared that issue. Despite the lack of extensive backstory – and, in some cases, the lack of names – for everyone except the Dawsons and George, I found myself deeply invested in every character the first time I saw this film back in July 2017, and I have found myself becoming even more invested over time. One video essay I saw says the characters in the film are defined by their actions, and I think that’s a very accurate assessment. We see that Gibson is resourceful. Collins is not as experienced as Farrier. Farrier’s stoic veneer occasionally cracks. Shivering Soldier appears to have been confident and practical prior to his traumatic event. Commander Bolton is calm and authoritative. Colonel Winnant keeps his composure despite his growing stress and despair. Tommy is aware of his surroundings. Alex is prone to paranoia and low self-esteem. Plus every character is driven by the inherently human need to survive and/or to help others. All of this is more than enough to get me invested.

Speaking of help, this film is filled with small but impactful moments of kindness. Tommy helps Gibson bury a body, and Gibson offers him water once the deed is done. Civilians offer food, tea, blankets, life jackets, and words of encouragement to weary soldiers. Soldiers treat dead bodies floating in the water with deference. Collins greets Peter with “Afternoon” after Peter rescues him. Mr. Dawson’s first action after rescuing Shivering Soldier is to ask him his name. Peter later lies to that same soldier to protect his feelings. No one can do anything to make this horrible situation go away, but everyone does what little they can to make the situation a little more bearable.

And I would be remiss if I didn’t talk at some length about Shivering Soldier, my favorite character from this film and one of my favorite characters period. He had my heart from the moment I saw him crouched atop the hull of the sunken ship, and my love for him has only grown over time. He doesn’t get a name, but he does get his own track in the score. We have only a vague idea of the trauma he’s experienced, but the flashback scene tells us it must have been something truly horrific. I’ve heard a couple of people say they didn’t even realize it was the same character at first. It is horrifying to think about his journey from escape to near death to rescue only to be forced to return to the hell from which he so desperately needs to escape. And as someone who survived multiple traumatic events in a span of about 13 months, I find myself relating almost uncomfortably to him.

I can’t speak highly enough about Cillian Murphy’s performance. He may not have terribly many lines, but he tells you everything with his eyes and his body language and the way he retreats into himself and recoils at the slightest provocation. I love that his panic builds up gradually rather than all at once. You know that it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his breaking point, and there’s nothing you can do but watch. And despite his inadvertent killing of George, I adore how sympathetic the film is to him. Mr. Dawson is so kind to him and tells George (and the audience by extension) that the soldier is traumatized, not cowardly. When Peter lies to the soldier and says George will be okay, Mr. Dawson nods approvingly. And when Mr. Dawson notices him trembling after the last-ditch Stuka attack, he helps him up and gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder. I don’t know, it’s just refreshing and comforting to see a traumatized character portrayed with such humanity and treated with such compassion.

This film is about a catastrophic defeat and people trapped in this hell when attempt after attempt to escape ends in disaster, but there is kindness to be found even in these horrible circumstances. And I just find that moving. And that’s why, despite the endless anxiety this film gives me, I consider it a comfort movie. I will never tire of it.

#Dunkirk #Dunkirk 2017 #.txt #* #dunkirkposting

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of One Direction fan fics where Harry's character has rugged qualities as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

♣️ Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro / @harryventura

(NR, 134k, jungle man au, model Louis, Africa, crack, fashion, smut)

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. 

♣️ Wild And Unruly by @100percentsassy & gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews

(E, 123k, farm/ranch au, cowboy Harry, paralegal Louis, Wyoming, small town, cows, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

♣️ electing strange perfections by @scrunchyharry

(E, 84k, gardner Harry, younger Louis, rich Louis, summer love, coming out, angst, fluff, first time, homophobia, coming of age, smut)

Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever met.

♣️ After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 71k, historical au, Medieval, Scottish Highlander, Laird Harry, commander Louis, secret relationship, light angst, battle, kidnapping, slow burn, sexual tension, smut)

Harry Styles is the laird of Clan Edwards who is just trying to keep his clan afloat when they get word that the Mackenzies have been cutting a swath through the Midlands and beyond, and their sights are set on the northern Highlands next.

♣️ Until (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 61k, farm/ranch au, cowboy Harry, former movie star Harry, songwriter Louis, second part Shiall, pop star Niall, cowboy Shawn, Colorado, horses, hate to love, songfic, famous/not famous, smut)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

♣️ Now That This Old World Is Ending by daggerinrose / @thetommmoarchives

(E, 49k, Far Cry au, cult, kidnapping, archer Harry, camping, violence, guns, angst with a happy ending, adventure, survival, smut)

Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

♣️ No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything

(E, 48k, historical au, farm/ranch, cowboy Louis, cowboy Harry, character injury, horses, rodeo riders, smut)

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

♣️ On the Edge by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 47k, Olympics au, hockey player Harry, figure skater Louis, Canada, athletes, fluff, angst, edging, masturbation, mentions of eating disorder, references to death, past injuries, smut)

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

♣️ All That You Are by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox

(M, 40k, historical au, Dunkirk, soldier Harry, war, WWII, angst, PTSD, period typical homophobia, letters, character injuries, happy ending)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet on a civilian boat, taking them home after their rescue from Dunkirk.

♣️ The Pirate and The Piper by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 38k, Peter Pan au, pirate Harry, Harry as Captain Hook, Louis as Peter Pan, enemies to friends to lovers, fantasy, magic, supernatural creatures, minor violence, minor character death, hurt/comfort, flirting, smut)

Or the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

♣️ sunflowers, sunshine, and you by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, small town, sheriff Harry, enemies to lovers, light angst, past abuse, smut)

Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here.

♣️ (summer is over) and i wanna leave you satisfied by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

(M, 25k, uni au, roommates, one night stand, ballet dancer Louis, hockey player Harry, royalty, miscommunication)

On the very last night of his summer break in London, Louis Tomlinson hooks up with a hot guy. When he gets back home, his roommates tell him that they're going to be getting a new roommate. 

♣️ It's the Climb by @lululawrence

(NR, 25k, Hannah Montana au, famous/not famous, famous Louis, Tennessee, secret identity, songwriting, farm/ranch, horses, secrets, pining, fluff)

The Hannah Montana AU where Louis is a world famous punk rock singer with a stage name of William and Jay drags him back to Tennessee for the summer.

♣️ some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveelou

(M, 20k, farm/ranch au, rancher Harry, veterinarian Louis, older Harry, age difference, disabled character, hurt/comfort, sexuality crisis, coming out)

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

♣️ The Wilds by @jaerie

(E, 13k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, animal instincts, non con, mating, forced bonding, scenting, exhibitionism, knotting, soul bond, public sex)

The creatures that Louis observed every day weren't exactly human, but yet they were. Researchers had plucked some of them from their secluded island and transplanted them into an enclosure against their will like a bunch of zoo animals. 

♣️ Chased the High by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 12k, firefighter au, firefighter Louis, firefighter Harry, car accident, friends to lovers, pining, smut)

Or the one where Louis and Harry are both fireman and Louis doesn't know how much longer he can go on harboring his feelings for Harry.

♣️ say forever, you'll be mine by dilfrry / @silverfoxrry

(E, 12k, trucker Harry, masseuse Louis, strangers to lovers, first date, older Harry, flirting, smut)

the trucker harry fic i wrote for my own guilty pleasure

♣️ Wild at Heart Ain't Hard to Find by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 11k, girl direction, Western, tourists, blacksmith Harry, porn with plot, strangers to lovers, smut)

The town boasts tours, excursions, activities, and the hottest woman Louis has ever seen in the form of the local blacksmith.

♣️ sensitive to pressure by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 4k, established relationship, secret relationship, closeted characters, hockey player Harry, hockey player Louis, famous/famous, dirty talk, light angst, body worship, pwp, smut)

Harry’s breath stutters on its way up his throat, his cheeks heating more with each step as Louis gets closer and Harry can’t move.

-Rare Pairs-

♣️ I pledge my hands to larger service by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 4k, Harry/Tim Riggins, former football player Harry, Texas, wrestling, friends to lovers, kissing, Friday Night Lights fusion, implied smut)

Harry hasn't seen his high school crush since he graduated over ten years ago. 

#1dficvillage #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #ficrec #uhoh-but-yeah-alright #gaycousinlarry #becomeawendybird #ireallysawanangel #jaerie #kingsofeverything #lululawrence #eeveelou #jacaranda-bloom #babyarcanacasey #soldouthaz #iamasphodelknox #zanniscaramouche #thetommmoarchives #harryventura #gloriaandrews #100percentsassy #scrunchyharry #allwaswell16

[kizzyedgelll]

Hi, everyone! Welcome to my 8th shoutout series (inspired by Sarah's)! I've already explained it here, but this series consist of me praising content creators and showing my favorite creations every week.

(also, if you've been put here more than once and you'd like me to stop mentioning you, just message me!)

Under the cut are my favorite creations from the past week (may 28 - june 3):

The Little Mermaid gifset by @buckysbarnes

Mean Girls gifset by @candicepatton

Films vs paintings gifset by @romanoffs-nat

Peter Pan gifset by @alexstewart

Isle of Dogs gifset by @henricavyll

Dunkirk gifset by @starfighters

Stranger Things 01x07 gifset by @williiambyers

Black Swan gifset by @margaretacarter

Thor gifset by @yeamarvel

Shutter Island gifset by @joellellie

Toy Story gifset by @stydixa

The Wizard of Oz gifset by @vanessacarlysle

The Power of the Dog gifset by @lo-hi

A Quiet Place gifset by @skqll (monster horror tw)

Stranger Things' Eleven gifset by @hopper-wheeler

Spiderman Across The Spiderverse gifset by @kamala-khan

#*laroccp

[foxes-that-run]

"growing up to become a better and established musician" is what I've been thinking about but I'm afraid to say it out loud because it fits mh more than HS only because most people don't about the 2016 stuff. And it also matches with what mh said about dating Taylor or being "Taylor Swift's Boyfriend". He said back then that he wanted to establish his name as a musician first. And now he's done it even not as big as Taylor but still his own name maybe that's why he didn't find it insulting anymore to be associated with Taylor. Now Harry... apart from haylors i don't know if many people know that they were a thing longer than people think. So I can understand why some go would think that Harry/1D was already well established when they dated. But they don't know that haylor were in contact in 2016. So if this is what Taylor meant in Peter i think she knew what she was doing. She's masked the truth with a made up truth in most of the songs. Which is what artists do I suppose. But i have a feeling that she wants us to hate mh as much as we can. Good. I also have my suspicions about hiw Taylor came to know about this indie band from England who didn't have any major success at that time. Something tells me it was Harry who told her to listen to their music because he liked their self titled album, tweeted about it and mh got a lot of followers after that. Right? Maybe they bonded over some of their music back in 2013 that's why they went to their concert together. This makes me so sad

Me too. I think the reasons have been different, I think during one direction the pressure of scrutiny was why they may have first decided it was something for the future. I think I know places and wonderland sums it up.

I think in 2016 he was establishing him self as solo artist and also left to shoot Dunkirk, I think Taylor wanted someone there and Joe came into the picture. How he felt about that is clear on HS1. :(

[derry-rain]

creation: wrapped

so, a quick roundup of some of my favourite highlights of the last year of creating fandom content. In 2023, I published many gifsets and edits (I am not counting) and published over twice the number of words as I wrote in 2021, according to ao3.

favourite fic written: it's a smallish one, but it's glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, which is an eoin-centric paddy/eoin, in an au in which eoin lives, but is sent home due to how severe his injuries are. it mostly centres around his anger and vulnerability during the healing process.

fic exchanges/fests entered: i joined in several challenges this year:

Heavy Artillery Rarepair Exchange (1 fic, Runner/Leckie - The Pacific)

Heavy Artillery Holiday Exchange (2 fics, Liebgott/Tipper, Liebgott/Grant/Heffron - Band of Brothers)

Hickeyshipping (1 fic, Tozer/Hickey - The Terror)

Yuletide (2 fics, Jade & Donna - From, Collins/Peter - Dunkirk)

SAS Kink Heroes (and Kinky Christmas heroes) (9 fics, all starring Mike Sadler)

Year of the OTP (8 completed fics, 1 WIP, out of a goal of 12 fics - pretty happy with this. All Paddy/Eoin - SAS Rogue Heroes)

Of the above, my favourites were HA's everything's the same as it was, a Runner/Leckie zombie apocalypse au fic and come now and i'll show you what i keep, a Paddy/Eoin merfolk/fairytale au.

favourite gifset/edit posted: it's a tossup between this eugene sledge (the pacific) gifset and this one of mat cauthon being the best girldad (wheel of time) . i'm also very fond of this most times, a ghost is a wish eoin/paddy gifset.

other highlights: I commissioned the wonderful @elyksina to create a piece of art of Dalish!Eoin McGonigal, based on my SAS: RH Dragon age AU. It's perfect and I could not have hoped for more.

Also have to mention the hot roy summer creations of which I was a very small part. Roy Cobb squad, rise up. I love you very much.

THANK YOU everyone who left a like, a kudos, comment or reply on any of these. every single note was warmly appreciated. I hope that you enjoyed these works as much as I enjoyed creating all of them.

Let's see what happens in 2024!

#sas rogue heroes #band of brothers #the pacific #derry_rain: 2023 wrapped

[paulinedorchester]

I have no plans to see Oppenheimer. Here's why:

To begin with, the last film directed by Christopher Nolan that I saw was Dunkirk, and I enjoyed that in spite of two important things: the sound design, which was realistically noisy but got in the way of, y'know, intelligible dialogue; and Hans Zimmer's derivative, repetitive score (seriously it was just the chord progression from the "Nimrod" section of Elgar's Enigma Variations, over and over and over again. And both won Oscars! What the actual fuck?)

More to the point, though: this is not exactly an undertold story — quite the opposite, in fact. It has already had (at least) two dramatizations that can be described as essential. Here's some information about one of them.

This was a major departure for Masterpiece Theatre at that time. Sadly, it doesn't seem to be available for streaming anywhere.

The other one can be streamed at the link below, although it may be blocked outside the U.S.

It's a definitive performance of this work, which is by John Adams and Peter Sellars; through July 28th only, it can also be streamed free of charge and, as far as I know, from anywhere in the world, here:

And finally, here are some things that you really ought to know about the subject matter, and which I gather are more-or-less completely ignored in the film:

#j. robert oppenheimer #biographical drama #tv miniseries #opera

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Jack Lowden's new role in BBC crime drama The Gold.

The Scottish actor and BAFTA award winner, plays gangster Kenneth Noye in the four-part series, alongside Downton Abbey's Hugh Bonneville in the new BBC drama series which debuts on Sunday, February 12, is a dramatisation of the notorious Brink’s-Mat robbery, which happened in 1983. The robbery saw a gang of thieves escape with £26 million worth of gold bullion, diamonds and cash.

In the series, Lowden plays gangster Kenneth Noye, who was tasked with disposing of the gold bullion by melting it down and was later convicted of a murder he committed in a road rage incident in 1996. Downton Abbey’s Hugh Bonneville, meanwhile, plays Scotland Yard detective Brian Boyce, who led the investigation into the robbery.

Jack Lowden started in theatre 🎭 and in 2012-13, played sprinter Eric Liddell in the stage adaptation of Chariots of Fire. The following year, he played Oswald in Ibsen’s Ghosts, adapted by Richard Eyre, winning an Olivier Award and the Ian Charleson Award.

Lowden played Nikolai Rostov in the 2016 historical drama War & Peace, an adaptation of Leo Tolstoy’s novel of the same name, before starring as a Royal Air Force pilot in Christopher Nolan’s critically-acclaimed film Dunkirk in 2017. More recently, he played poet Siegfried Sassoon alongside Peter Capaldi in Terence Davies’ 2021 biopic Benediction, winning a BAFTA for best male actor in a film 🎥

The first episode of The Gold will air on BBC One at 9 pm on Sunday, February 12. All episodes will then be made available on iPlayer, allowing viewers to watch the entire series.

@Agree. The Gold is a captivating story of one of the most remarkable events in British Criminal history. The BBC has confirmed The Gold will replace Happy Valley in its Sunday night 9 pm slot from February 12.

@cathighfive The Gold will be released in the US on Paramount + and all international markets where the service is available in 2023 (date not confirmed yet)

@cathighfive My pleasure 💙 I hope this new drama is at the top of your list. Amazing true stories make for great TV. Enjoy it!

#TheGold #JackLowden #HughBonneville #BBBOne #KennethNoye #BrianBoyce #BAFTA

[hollandsfavbabe]

Masterlist

Key: 

* = smut

Newest Posts:

Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion

Wet & Wild (Art Donaldson)

Requests are open

who I write for:

tom holland

harry styles

niall horan

one direction

all of their characters

mike faist

exceptions include cherry, danny from the crowded room, and alex from dunkirk (pls don’t request them)

other people I can’t think of at the moment

if you’d like to request someone not on this page, go for it! i’m always up for trying something new :)

AUs accepted/embraced!

⚠Stories are fem! reader unless stated otherwise, I try to keep it vague⚠

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion / Part 2

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russell

series

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush 

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #marvel #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland characters #arvin russell #arvin russel x you #arvin russel x y/n #fluff

[masonhawth0rne]

What I read in 2023!

Isn't it nice to have the whole year's worth of something in one handy list?

January

Medieval England: From Arthur to the Tudor Conquest, Jennifer Paxton ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hannibal, Livy ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

John Wayne Gacy: Defending a Monster, Sam L Amirante, Danny Brodrick ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone ⭐️⭐️

Trouble With Lichen, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Reanimator's Heart, Kara Jorgensen 😠

The Miracle of Dunkirk, Walter Lord ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

Alone on the Ice, David Roberts ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

The Midwich Cucoos, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hanging Tree, Ben Aaronovitch ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Polygamist's Daughter, Anna LeBaron, Leslie WIlson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

Stowaway to Mars, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️

Confession of a Serial Killer, Katherine Ramsland ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

Sparta's First Attic War, Paul A Rahe ⭐️⭐️ NF

FantasticLand, Mike Bockoven ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Instructions for American Servicemen in Australia 1942, Special Service Division Services of Supply US Army ⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

Columbus Day, Craig Alanson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Blood in the Snow, Tom Henderson ⭐️⭐️NF

The Andromeda Strain, Michael Crichton ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Last Days of Stalin, Joshua Rubenstein ⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

Sons of Cain, Peter Vronsky ⭐️⭐️NF

Taaqtumi: An Anthology of Arctic Horror ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Web, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️

An Unnatural Vice, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

An Unsuitable Heir, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alexander the Great, Norman F Cantor ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

A Dark Night in Aurora, William H Reid ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Snow Killings, Marney Rich Keenan ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

The Odyssey, Homer trans. Emily Wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Martian, Andy Weir ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

How Great Science Fiction Works, Gary K Wolfe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

Lies Sleeping, Ben Aaronovitch ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

February

False Value, Ben Aaronovitch ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Amongst Our Weapons, Ben Aaronovitch ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Revelation Space, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Lancashire Witches, William Harrison Ainsworth ⭐️

Queen of Teeth, Hailey Piper ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hacienda, Isabel Cañas ⭐️⭐️

Age of Myth, Michael J Sullivan ⭐️⭐️

The Demolished Man, Alfred Bester ⭐️⭐️

All Quiet on the Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Meddling Kids, Edgar Cantero ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Monsters We Defy, Leslye Penelope ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Red Mars, Kim Stanley Robinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Man and the Crow, Rebecca Crunden (ss)⭐️

A Better Fate, DN Bryn (ss) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Artemis One-Zero-Five, CHristopher Henderson DNF

House of Suns, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

All Systems Red, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Artificial Condition, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rogue Protocol, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Exit Strategy, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

New Earth, Ben Bova ⭐️⭐️

Death Wave, Ben Bova ⭐️

Mouth of Mirrors, Maxwell I Gold (ss) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

March

On the Beach, Nevil Shute ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Star Nomad, Lindsay Buroker ⭐️

Burning Roses, SL Huang ⭐️⭐️

Trick or Treat, Richie Tankersley Cusick ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Unfinished Tales, JRR Tolkien ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Pushing Ice, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The End of the World Anthology ⭐️⭐️

The Home of the Blizzard (nf), Sir Douglas Mawson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Night Stalker (nf), Philip Carlo ⭐️⭐️⭐️

In the Court of the Nameless Queen, Natalie Ironside ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Green Mars, Kim Stanley Robinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Ultimate Evil (nf), Maury Terry ⭐️

The Hillside Stranglers (nf), Darcy O'Brien ⭐️⭐️

The Element of Fire, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chasm City, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

April

The Stolen Heir, Holly Black ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Kintu, Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Kidnapped, Diane Hoh ⭐️⭐️

Overlord, David Wood & Alan Baxter ⭐️⭐️

Child of God, Cormac McCarthy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Walking to Aldebaran, Adrian Tchaikovsky ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Redemption’s Blade, Adrian Tchaikovsky ⭐️⭐️⭐️

At the Mountains of Madness, HP Lovecraft ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Initiation, Diane Hoh ⭐️⭐️

The Book of Queer Saints Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Expert System’s Brother, Adrian Tchaikovsky ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Pluto’s Republic, David Roochnik (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Twisted Ones, T Kingfisher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Evil Roots, Killer Tales of Botanical Gothic Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Shadow Over Innsmouth, HP Lovecraft ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Whisperer in Darkness, HP Lovecraft ⭐️⭐️

Alien: Convenant Origins, Alan Dean Foster ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Coveant, Alan Dean Foster ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Wendigo, Algernon Blackwood ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien III, William Gibson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: The Cold Forge, Alex White ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Republic, Plato ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Prototype, Tim Waggoner ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Isolation, Keith RA DeCandido ⭐️⭐️

A Thief in the Night, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Dialogues, Plato ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Into Charybdis, Alex White ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Infiltrator, Weston Ochse ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Percent, Jon Elofson (ss) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Aliens: Bug Hunt Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Growing Things & Other Stories, Paul Tremblay ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Babel-17, Samuel R. Delany ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Lords of Uncreation, Adrian Tchaikovsky ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

May

The Day We Ate Grandad, CM Rosens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: Out of the Shadows, Tim Lebbon ⭐️⭐️

Jaws, Peter Benchley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Room on the Sea, Andrē Aciman ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Alien: River of Pain, Christopher Golden ⭐️⭐️

Alien: Sea of Sorrows, James A Moore ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Gentleman From Peru, Andrē Aciman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Century Rain, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hyperion, Dan Simmons ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dust, Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

100 Fathoms Below, Steven L Kent & Nicholas Kaufmann ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Saturn’s Monsters, Thomas K Carpenter ⭐️

Address Unknown, Kressmann Taylor ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Murder by Other Means, John Scalzi ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Ethics of Aristotle, Joseph Koterski ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Neil Gaiman at the end of the Universe, Arvind Ethan David ⭐️⭐️

Bag of Bones, Stephen King ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bewilderness, Part One: Threshold, Jonathan Maberry ⭐️

Ten Low, Stark Holborn ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Benny Rose, the Cannibal King, Hailey Piper ⭐️⭐️⭐️

My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Stars My Destination, Alfred Bester ⭐️

Three Hearts and Three Lions, Poul Anderson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Almost Human(nf), Lee Berger & John Hawks ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Paladin’s Grace, T Kingfisher ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Killing the Bismarck(nf), Iain Ballantyne ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ancient Mesopotamia(nf), Amanda H Podany ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Art of War(nf), Andrew R Wilson ⭐️⭐️

The White People, Arthur Machen ⭐️

June

Witch King, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Broken Sword, Poul Anderson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Early Middle Ages (nf), Philip Daileader ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The History of Ancient Egypt (nf), Bob Brier ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Banewreaker, Jacqueline Carey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Godslayer, Jacqueline Carey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chernobyl 01:23:40 (nf), Andrew Leatherbarrow ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Stress and Your Body (nf), Robert Sapolsky ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ice Ghosts (nf), Paul Watson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Illiad, Homer, trans. Edward Earl of Derby ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Th Hunt & the Haunting, Victoria Audley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Our Shadows Have Claws Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Writing Creative Nonfiction (nf), Tilar JJ Mazzeo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Brain Wave, Poul Anderson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Forever War, Joe Haldeman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

July

Travel by Bullet, John Scalzi ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Redemption Ark, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Labrys(ss), Victoria Audley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Grown Gown(ss), Derek Des Anges ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hellbound Heart, Clive Barker ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Orca, Arthur Herzog III ⭐️

The Gallows Pole, Benjamin Myers ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Chemist, Stephanie Meyer ⭐️

Icehenge, Kim Stanley Robinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Band Sinister, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Now She Is Witch, Kirsty Logan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Slow Bullets, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Inside the Mind of BTK(nf), Johnny Dodd & John Douglas ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Antarctica, Kim Stanley Robinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

August

The Henchmen of Zenda, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Morning Star, Peter Atkins ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Subsidence (ss), Steve Rasnic Tem ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Man in the High Tower, Philip K Dick ⭐️⭐️⭐️

What the Dead Know (ss), Nghi Vo ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Maze Runner, James Dashner ⭐️

Unfit to Print, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chill, Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bryony and Roses, T Kingfisher ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Confessor (ss), Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Grail, Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Babylon (nf), Paul Kriwaczek ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Unquiet, E Saxey DNF

The Ritual of the Labyrinth (ss), Esmée de Heer ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Terminal World, ALastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Essays of Flesh and Bone (ss), Victoria Audley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Book Eaters, Sunyi Dean ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Future of Work: Compulsory (ss), Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Lady or the Tiger (ss), Frank Stockton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Too Like the Lightning, Ada Palmer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Falling Free, Lois McMaster Bujold ⭐️⭐️

Dreamsnake, Vonda N McIntyre ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The First Fossil Hunters (nf), Adrienne Mayor ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Shards of Honor, Lois McMaster Bujold ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Red Land, Black Land (nf), Barbara Mertz ⭐️⭐️⭐️

On Planetary Palliative Care (ss), Thomas Ha ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Nova, Samuel R Delany ⭐️⭐️⭐️

September

Time to Orbit: Unknown, Derin Edala ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️*

The Invincible, Stanislaw Lem ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Prefect, Alastair Reynolds ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Myrtha (ss), Victoria Audley ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Archaeology: An Introduction to the World’s Greatest Sites (nf), Eric H Cline ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Catching Teller Crow, Amberlin Kwaymullina & Ezekiel Kwaymullina ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Old Man’s War, John Scalzi ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Don’t Hang Up, Benjamin Stevenson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Superluminal, Vonda N McIntyre ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

World War Z, Max Brooks ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Flight of the Fantail, Steph Matuku ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cyteen, CJ Cherryh ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Regenesis, CJ Cherryh ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Mindfulness for Stress Management (nf), Dr Robert Schacter ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Orange Eats Creeps, Grace Krilanovich ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Kushiel’s Dart, Jacqueline Carey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Aye, and Gomorrah (ss), Samuel R. Delany ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Carnage (nf), Mark Dapin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Blue Mars, Kim Stanley Robinson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Unknown, Jordan L Hawk ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chocky, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Sword of Empire: Praetorian, Richard Foreman ❌

Revival, Stephen King ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Apollo Murders, Chris Hadfield ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

*Time to Orbit: Unknown is hosted online [HERE] and is currently still updating twice a week

October

Unfortunate Elements of My Anatomy, Hailey Piper ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ghost Bird, Lisa Fuller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hound of the Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Forest of Stolen Girls, June Hur ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Liar’s Dice, Jeannie Lin ⭐️

Straya, Anthony O'Connor ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Toxic, Dan Kaszeta (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Illuminae, Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Penhallow, Georgette Heyer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Myth of the Self Made Man, Ruben Reyes Jr (ss) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Call, Christian White & Summer De Roche ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Death of the Necromancer, Martha Wells ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cretins, Thomas Ha (ss) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Kill Your Brother, Jack Heath ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Valley of Terror, Zhou Haohui, tr. Bonnie Huie ⭐️⭐️

The Curse of the Burdens, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️

Amazons, Adrienne Mayor (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Kraken Wakes, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dead Mountain, Donnie Eichar (nf) ⭐️⭐️

Family Business, Jonathan Sims ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

In the House of Aryaman A Lonely Signal Burns, Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A Blessing of Unicorns, Elizabeth Bear ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

METAtropolis Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plan for Chaos, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A Fatal Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum, Emma Southon (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Outward Urge, John Wyndham ⭐️⭐️

King Solomon’s Mines, H. Rider Haggard DNF

The Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle tr. David Ross (nf) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

November

The Jewel of Seven Stars, Bram Stoker ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Terror, Dan Simmons ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hannibal: The Military Genius who Almost Conquered Rome, Eve MacDonald ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ nf

Luna, Ian McDonald ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hoka! Hoka! Hoka!, Poul Anderson & Gordon R Dickson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dracula, Bram Stoker ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cicero: The Life & Times of Rome's Greatest Politician, Anthony Everitt ⭐️⭐️⭐️nf

The Worst Journey in the World, Apsley Cherry-Garrard ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️nf

METAtropolis: Cascadia Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Haunting of Willow Creek, Sara Crocoll Smith ⭐️

Journey to the Center of the Earth, Jules Verne ⭐️⭐️

METAtropolis: Green Space Anthology ⭐️⭐️⭐️

December

Carrion Comfort, Dan Simmons ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wanted, A Gentleman, KJ Charles ⭐️⭐️

Interview With the Vampire, Anne Rice ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Henry VIII: King & Court, Alison Weir ⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

Alexander the Great & the Macedonian Empire, Kenneth W Harl⭐️⭐️⭐️ NF

The Isles of the Gods, Amie Kaufman ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Sandman, Neil Gaiman & Dirk Maggs DNF

Phosphorescence, Julia Baird ⭐️⭐️⭐️NF

And so the grand total for 2023 is....

267!

Of course, there's a couple of DNFs in there which inflate this number somewhat, but I am absolutely not going to pick through and count them out. Plus, a DNF only gets included on the list if I've gotten through a significant portion of the book. If it's a page one no-no, it's not even worth mentioning.

I made the decision at the start of this year, to try out more books I'd never heard of before. I really like trawling through the library app, or through audible's free archives and finding stuff that I'd probably never normally have discovered. Also, revisiting books that I read a long time ago and seeing if they resemble my memories of them.

Overall, I think this was a very satisfying year of reading, and I hope that I enjoy 2024's reads just as much!

nf= non fiction ss= short story

Stars awarded at my whim.

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