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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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The Reunion

Pairings: James Maguire + Erin Quinn

Summary: Whilst the parents go to their 20-year school reunion - Erin and Orla have to watch Anna, and Orla invites their friends. Which is awkward after James and Erin's kiss...

"We won't be long, wains," Mary said, her bag sitting on her shoulder. "Remember, no friends, Anna goes to bed at 8.00,"

"We know, mammy," Erin said. The tiny tot in question had been plonked on the floor in front of the television as it played an episode of Animaniacs (the Warner Siblings Wakko, Yakko and Dot).

Mary nodded and looked over at Anna, who was so absorbed, that she didn't notice Orla doing her step aerobics in the living room.

Erin smiled, as her mammy and dad left the house, followed by Aunt Sarah and granda.

The door shut behind them, and Erin turned around and walked into the living room to sit on the floor with Anna, as Animaniacs entertained them.

There was a knock on their door, which pulled Erin's attention away from the tv, as Orla stopped her step aerobics and headed towards the door.

"Who is it?" Erin asked, her fingers running through Anna's blonde hair.

"Michelle and Clare. And James," Orla said, and Erin watched as she walked away - everything had been a little bit awkward after their first kiss in Donegal, but they would often share secret smiles after Erin had given him the letter she wrote after he nearly left Derry.

Erin blinked as she then turned in her spot and sat on the floor. "Mammy said we couldn't have anyone around!" She nearly yelled, careful with Anna sitting at her side. Orla had already opened the door when Erin spoke, so the rest of the group heard what she said.

Erin continued to watch Animaniacs with Anna as the rest of the group sit around the sofa.

Orla was also sitting on the floor, Erin worked herself up off the floor, and headed into the kitchen. James followed her and watched as she opened the fridge to nothing.

"What's with all the oranges?" James asked, seeing piles of orange fruit on the counter and table.

"Mammy and Aunt Sarah tried to drop a dress size for the reunion in the span of 5 hours," Erin explained, as she opened the cupboard.

James slightly nodded, as there wasn't much sat in the fridge or the cupboards for them to eat.

Erin turned around and saw a few notes sitting on the kitchen table. Erin picked them up and thumbed through them. "I think we have enough for a takeaway," Erin said, as she headed into the living room, with James standing close by.

"I'll go get us a takeaway," Clare said, holding her hand out for the money.

"Take James with you," Erin says. "Whatever we get, he won't eat,"

Erin had made Michelle swear she wouldn't curse this evening - as Anna has started copying people. She's started mimicking granda whenever he would insult Gerry.

As the most recent Animaniacs episode came to an end, Erin pushed herself from completely sitting on the floor, to sitting on her knees. Erin continued to run her fingers through Anna's hair, now that the tot had been changed into her pyjamas.

When the credits started rolling, Erin looked down at Anna (who was now gently rocking on the floor as her eyes started drooping). "Come on, Anna. It's time to go to bed,"

Anna let out a little noise of frustration but agreed when Erin bundled her up off the floor and cradled her.

"I'm going to put Anna to bed," Erin said, as she felt Anna's head get heavier on her shoulder.

"Are you going to be ok, Erin?" James asked, watching as Erin hicked Anna higher up her hip for the second time.

Erin was just about to say she was fine, but as Anna slipped down again. "Could you carry her upstairs?" Erin asked her, to which James nodded and the youngest Quinn was passed over.

James headed upstairs first, taking it slowly as Anna was slowly dropping off with every step he took.

"It's the second door on the right," Erin told him as they headed along the corridor, passing Erin's parents' room and the bathroom. They reached Anna's bedroom, seeing the door to Erin's room at the end of the corridor.

As James shuffled over to Anna's bed, lifting the covers and tucking her underneath them, Erin closer the curtains, then picked up Anna's teddy bear lying on the floor - and gently tucked it into her arms.

Erin could tell James was about to say something, but she put her fingers to her lips, making sure he was silent as they slipped out of her room. Erin made sure James slipped out first, then gently and slowly closed the door behind them.

Erin sighed, thankful they hadn't woken up Anna. "Success," Erin smiles, as they silently high-fived and then headed down the stairs.

"Mother fucker!" Michelle exclaimed, and the sound of Anna's crying alerted them, they turned around on the stairs and headed back to comfort Anna.

After they had put Anna to bed for the second time, they walked down the stairs and saw Michelle had already changed the channel before the new episode of Byker Grove started.

"Really, Michelle? Anna had just fallen asleep!" Erin stated, collapsing onto the sofa, with James copying her - their arms brushing along with their thighs pressed together.

As they walked the new Byker Grove, Erin and James intertwined their pinkie fingers, and their cheeks flushed a soft pink.

But, they made sure when it was over, they separated little and calmed themselves down.

One day, they would be able to do this properly. But until then, they could wait.

#derry girls #derry girls fanfic #james x erin #erin x james #james maguire #erin quinn #orla mccool #clare devlin #michelle mallon #jerin #jerin fanfic #derry girls season 3 #anna quinn #the gang take care of anna #a little james and erin moment

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keila-escandell · 2 years

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First time drawing Nicola and it had to be her outfit from the MET Gala 😍💗💝💖💕

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karatekels · 3 months

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Mediation - Chapter 1 - TIGmas Day #9

Let's keep the ball rolling with @thedeadsingforme's TIGmas request! Sorry for the delay - this is a chatty bunch and writing the scenes is taking far longer than I'd anticipated.

The Prologue is available here, with this story's summary and tw's at the top (I don't want to repeat the same clutter on every chapter, though chapter-specific tw's will be included).

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Mediation

Chapter 1: Deviation

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– 1996 –

Reader’s POV:

“Where’s the file for the Whitman case?”

Terry wordlessly hands you the file, not looking up from his computer. He’d been on edge all day today, and you’re not sure why. You two have whittled down the number of cases between you, and crime in the city overall had dropped to a somewhat manageable level. You bite the inside of your cheek; the years had taught you when to press Terry about something and when to let sleeping dogs lie.

You continue to work in relative silence, the soft jazz music between you as always. A group of officers comes in from walking their beats, some of the last remnants of the old guard – those that had survived the absolute clusterfuck of 1993. Dylan, Frankie, Devlin… people that had either gone dirty or gotten caught in the crossfire.

You’d been undercover at the time, and hadn’t resurfaced until after everything had gone down, barely being there for the final remnants of the aftermath. Terry had been… well, a mess, really, though that was no surprise. You had left the majority of his healing up to Anna, his girlfriend at the time, knowing that he was unlikely to seek comfort in a police officer considering what had happened. It had given you time to put together the pieces of what had happened without having to bring Terry into it.

Sometimes you’re still half-surprised he agreed to keep working with you when he had come back from his department-mandated vacation.

The officers approach your workspace on their way to the kitchen, and you overhear snippets of their conversation:

“–reduced his sentence when they found out Devlin had put some of his shit on him–”

“–served his time, paid his dues, got out a few days ago–”

“–Ewing called me last night, wanted to see if a bunch of us could get together–”

Your eyes immediately dart to Terry watching his face harden as he glares at nothing. That would certainly explain his mood, then…

“Top up your coffee for you? I’m heading in there anyway,” you say brightly, pretending that you haven’t heard anything unusual. Terry gives you a jerky nod in response, his jaw clenched, and you pick up his mug on your way into the kitchen.

The years had not helped Terry let go of his grudge against Cash Ewing, not even when it had come out that his more severe, violent charges had been fabricated by Devlin to cover his own ass. If anything, his anger had only simmered over the years, to the plot that any reference to the other man was enough to sour Terry’s mood. He had been hurt by Frankie’s betrayal, but somehow Cash’s had hurt him far more deeply. You presume it was because it was the first betrayal, and that the two of them had been best friends in addition to partners.

Kind of like the two of you were now.

“Hey, L/N! You going to Hank’s tonight?” one of the officers asks as you enter the kitchen, busying yourself with making coffee.

“What’s going on at Hank’s?” you ask innocently, though you can guess.

“Cash Ewing is finally a free man! We’re celebrating!”

“You never met the guy, did you Y/N?”

“No, I was his replacement. What’s the deal with him?” you ask, desperate to hear an opinion about the man that wasn’t tainted by anger.

“Well, he looks like McCain, only 10 years older and half as mature,” one chimes in with a chuckle.

“Obviously he can’t come back to work, but he’s moved into a new place in town and is looking for work. Seems like he’s got his life back on track, all things considered.”

You hum noncommittally as you pour the fresh coffee. You’re happy for the man, truly – everyone deserved a second chance, and he had done his time and seemed to have maintained good relationships with his colleagues (with one notable exception).

“Always nice to hear the system works. Hope you all have fun!” You nod to the men on your way out, hoping that you’ve given Terry enough time to recover from the news. He gives you a quiet ‘thank you’ as you place his mug on his desk, so presumably the worst has passed. You take your seat at your own desk, content to leave him to his thoughts. He would come back to himself fully in due time; he always did.

“Do you wanna do something tonight?” he asks you suddenly, and as you look over at him you can see the thinly veiled pain in his expression. Your heart goes out to Terry – for all his bravado, your years working together had taught you that he still had a soft heart buried beneath it, and that he craved affection and connection with others even as he tried to keep people at arm’s length. There was a reason he hadn’t been serious with anyone since Anna, and that was almost two years ago now.

“Sure,” you reply casually, not wanting him to put his walls up; you know he will if he feels vulnerable. “Deja Vu, or what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking Hank’s, actually.”

You do some quick thinking, weighing your options. You know you probably should tell Terry that Cash will be there, and that when you do he’ll call the whole thing off. He’s made his feelings about forgiveness with respect to Cash Ewing very clear over your time together.

…But maybe if he came face-to-face with his former friend, he’d have to deal with all this. You’re not expecting him to make up with the man, or even have an amicable conversation with him, but at the very least, he would have some closure. You desperately want Terry to move past this, knowing how heavily it’s weighed on him over the past five years. Hoping you won’t regret your decision, you give him a warm smile.

“Hank’s sounds perfect.”

Cash’s POV:

He’s nervous as he finishes another beer.

Everyone that had shown up tonight had welcomed him back into the fold with open arms, but he’d expected that. These were the same guys that had returned his letters, given him the benefit of the doubt, even visited him in prison on a few occasions.

But the one he most wanted – no, needed – forgiveness from hadn’t shown.

He can’t say he’s surprised.

Terry McCain had a select set of morals that he stuck to like glue. He saw things in black and white, and refused to look at things more deeply than that. The law was right, crime was wrong. You were either with him or against him; there was no middle ground.

Apparently their years apart hadn’t changed that.

Cash had clung to the memories of two people during his five long years behind bars: His mother and Terry McCain. It was hard to say who his actions had disappointed more. His every waking moment had been spent trying to better himself, to figure out how to make amends, both in the future and while he was still behind bars.

Once his mother had died, three years into his sentence, his need to redeem himself in his former partner’s eyes had become something of an obsession. His mother had gone to her grave before he could look her in the eyes and ask for forgiveness, and he’ll be damned if he lets the same thing happen with the man he still considers a brother.

He twists the silver horseshoe ring on his finger, a gift from the late Mrs. McCain. Terry had brought him around every St. Patrick’s Day, and the older woman had adored him immediately, pleased that her son had a capable man watching his back at work. She was more overtly affectionate than his own mother had been, and had gifted him the ring to welcome him into the family. She’d told him it was a symbol of good luck to keep him safe, a thank you for doing the same for her son.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t saved him from himself.

“Hey man, I gotta get going. It was great to see you again – don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Cash claps the officer on the back, giving him a curt nod by way of dismissal, turning back to his drink. The novelty of his return had apparently worn off, his former coworkers heading home or moving to their own discussions, likely about work. He wasn’t privy to such conversations anymore, yet another consequence for the poor choices of his past.

The front door opens, and through the throng of officers leaving the bar he sees the unmistakable figure of his best friend, tucked away into a long, dark coat, a female officer at his side. The short woman manages to keep his attention as they walk over to a booth, though her eyes glance over at him more than once.

So, you know who he is, and what that means for Terry.

He lets the two of you be for the moment, considering his next move. The presence of a woman could either help or hinder him – Terry’s mother had drilled into him the importance of behaving oneself in front of women, which could temper a potentially explosive reaction. On the other hand, Terry tended to be about overzealous when it came to protecting women, especially those he considered ‘his.’ While he’s uncertain of the extent of your relationship – his eyes look over at the pair of you, and he notes the way that you’re positioned in the booth: close, but with some distance between you, suggesting a trusting but not necessarily romantic dynamic – he thinks he has to risk it. He had the element of surprise, and if he passed up this opportunity, who knows when he’d be in the same room as Terry again?

He takes a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to come over.

“Hey, Henry. Do me a favour and send a couple beers to that table over there?” he asks, sliding enough bills across the counter to include a sizeable tip for the man. Henry nods, cracking open a couple of bottles and heading over to the corner booth.

Cash’s hand tightens around his own drink, his watchful eyes following his peace offering to its recipient. The drinks land on the table, and a few words from Henry have two pairs of eyes looking over at him, one cold and the other appraising.

He takes that as his cue.

Taking a deep breath, he braces himself for an onslaught of violence, anger, and accusations as he makes his way over to the duo, stopping just a few feet away from the table. He gives the woman a onceover, noticing the tension in her shoulders, and nods politely to her before turning his attention to Terry.

“Terry McCain. It’s been a long time,” he says softly, trying to ease them into conversation. Terry says nothing, his jaw clenched shut and his blue eyes blazing. He hasn’t touched his drink, and neither has his partner. He bites back a sigh, having expected the silent treatment. He supposes it’s better than a more violent alternative.

He turns his focus to the woman sitting with Terry; he’s fairly certain focusing on you will provoke Terry enough to force him to speak. Running a hand through his grey hair – he’d been out long enough now for it to grow out a little more than his prison-mandated buzzcut – he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry to interrupt. I don’t think we’ve met; I’m Cash Ewing,” he says, extending a large, rough hand for you to shake.

“I know who you are,” you reply bluntly, your eyes flitting over to Terry whose own gaze is glued to the table. He watches you bite your lip, your brow creased in thought, and he wonders what he’s in for. He doesn’t blink as you look into his eyes – not challenging you, but letting himself be vulnerable – and after a long moment, your gaze softens a bit, a hint of a smile visible at the corners of your mouth.

“I’m Detective Y/N L/N, Terry’s partner,” you introduce yourself almost shyly, standing in stark contrast to your initial tone and the way you’re shaking his hand now. You’re an interesting little bundle of contradictions, aren’t you?

“Don’t bother with him, Y/N,” Terry sneers, still refusing to look up at him. It’s an old trick of Terry’s, Cash remembers – a way to avoid his conscience getting the better of him. Terry had always been unable to look at the face of someone suffering without doing everything in his power to fix it. He’d always been too much of a bleeding heart for a cop.

“Maybe we should…” you start, and he thinks he might have an ally in you yet, but your words die in your throat the moment Terry looks up at you.

“We’re not wasting time on this dirtbag. Let’s get outta here,” he says abruptly, sliding out of the booth and shoving past him. Cash manages to catch his shoulder, trying to hold him in place without putting any real force behind the gesture.

“Terry, can I just–”

“No. I’ve got nothing to say to you, and there’s nothing I wanna hear.”

Terry shakes off Cash’s hand and walks away without another word, his back ramrod straight as he storms out the door, you trailing after him at a distance. Good, you knew Terry well enough to give him some space.

He slumps into the now-abandoned booth, picking up one of the untouched beers and taking a swig.

That could’ve gone better.

He’d known this was going to be difficult – the last five years had been proof enough of that – but if Terry was completely unwilling to listen it may be a lost cause.

No.

He can’t let himself believe that; it would destroy all of the progress he’s made to get himself together. Terry would hear him out, eventually.

And he has nothing but time.

Sighing, he pulls the other abandoned bottle over to him even as he continues to nurse the first. No sense in it going to waste.

“I thought you bought that for me.”

You’ve come back into the bar, your small body leaning up against one end of the booth as you give him a nervous smile. He finds himself straightening up, looking at you with interest. Had you come with a message from Terry? It wasn’t as good as the man hearing him out himself, but he’ll take what he can get at this point.

“These drinks were for two people sitting in this booth,” he says, nodding towards the seat across from him. There is only the briefest moment of hesitation before you join him, surveying him from across the table. He slides the other bottle over to you, trying to get a read on you as you snatch the bottle up and take a long drink.

Small, cute, and he gets the sense you’ve got quite a mouth on you… it would come as no surprise to him if you were more than just Terry’s partner. He’d always liked having a firecracker he could tame and protect.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks, trying not to let his discomfort show. He doesn’t know what you want, you’re already biased against him, and his years locked away surrounded by nothing but male criminals had really impacted his conversation skills, especially when a beautiful woman was involved.

But he would stay focused, keep his eyes on the prize.

“I’m here to talk to you.”

“Don’t tell me McCain is sending his girlfriend in to do his dirty work,” he teases, wanting to see how best to rile you up. It usually sped the communication process along, often with a bit more truth to it.

“Girlfriend?” you echo incredulously, your nose scrunching up in distaste at the suggestion.

“No? What are you then, just his work wife?” Cash jokes, looking at you with twinkling eyes as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Yeah, well, his last ‘work wife’ apparently had something on the side,” you reply pointedly, arching an eyebrow at him. He snorts out a laugh, the beer threatening to come out his nose, and you snicker as you watch him struggle to breathe. You’re quick, he’ll give you that.

“Touche,” he wheezes, and you offer him a pleased, smug smile in return. Once his breathing is back under control, your smile fades into a stern expression.

“Look, I care about Terry. He’s not just my partner, he’s my best friend, and I’ve had to watch him go through a lot – first with you, then the whole Frankie and Devlin fiasco…”

Cash immediately starts to see red and has to fight to calm himself down. He clenches his fists under the table, blunt fingernails digging into his palms as he struggles to regulate his breathing. He would always hate himself for leaving Terry to go through that without him…

When he is able to regain his composure, he looks up to see that you have slid closer to him in the booth, looking concerned but not pitying, for which he is grateful.

“You alright?” you ask quietly, and again, there is a comforting lack of judgement in your tone. He nods in response, gesturing for you to continue.

“Right. The point is… Terry’s trust in people is at an all-time low. I’m surprised he hasn’t turned his back on me after everything he’s been through. Like it or not, you were the beginning of a long line of people he thought he could trust fucking him over.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Cash grumbles with a heavy sigh.

“He’s just as mad at himself. I think it’s clouding his judgement.”

That certainly makes him perk up, and you clearly notice, one side of your mouth curling into a smile at his visible hope.

“I think he blames himself for not being able to stop you doing what you did, not that he’d ever admit it. I mean, you know Terry, he’s a little –”

“Paranoid? Obsessive? Utterly unable to stop once he’s set his mind on something?” Cash offers, a pleasant warmth coursing through him as you let out a laugh. He’s missed casual conversation, and feels like something is clicking with you in particular. Maybe it’s your proximity to Terry, or the fact that he is actually able to talk about his best friend with someone other than a therapist for the first time in years. Either way, he finds himself warming up to you quickly.

“Something like that,” you agree. “The point is, he’s not going to make this easy on you, but I don’t think you should stop trying to get through to him.”

He cocks his head at you. “Do I seem like the type of guy who gives up on things?”

“I don’t make a habit of judging people before I get to know them, Mr. Ewing,” you say meaningfully, and he takes solace in the implication that you intended to judge him on his own merit rather than going off of Terry’s opinions of him.

“But based on what I’ve seen, you’re just as stubborn and thick-headed as our friend.”

Perhaps he shouldn’t be too optimistic about you.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been out with a woman; is that what constitutes as flattery nowadays?”

He sees your lips twitch in amusement, but you don’t take the bait.

“Do you want my help or not, Ewing?”

“And what help exactly are you offering me, little lady?” he asks, immediately leaning away from you as your hand squeezes your drink in a death-grip.

“Do not call me that again,” you growl. He contemplates playing with fire – you seem like the type of person that’s fun to get a rise out of – but pushes past that desire, for now, at least.

“I apologize, Detective L/N,” he says, laying it on a bit thick. “Would being on a first name basis be acceptable to you?”

“As long as you don’t try pushing your luck with me… Cash.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/N,” he says innocently, looking up at you from beneath his lashes. Just because you were going to help him reconnect with Terry didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with you, especially if you had been honest about not being intimately involved with your partner. It’s been a long time since he’s been with someone, and perhaps Terry would finally face him – not bad for a ‘two birds, one stone’ sort of outcome…

But the look you give him lets him know he’s not fooling you.

“I’ll do my best to convince Terry to give you a chance, but you’ve got to be patient. No more accosting him in public!”

The scolding tone you use to give him the warning nearly makes him laugh; it was adorable, really…

“Yes ma’am. Any other instructions for me? I can be quite accommodating,” he purrs suggestively, leaning towards you across with booth. You roll your eyes, polishing off your beer.

“You can cut that crap out right now,” you reply, sliding out of the booth, though he detects a clear lack of vitriol in your words – you’re rebuffing him to keep up appearances. “Otherwise we’ll be testing whether or not Terry is more amenable to hearing you out if I’ve beaten that pretty little face of yours to a pulp.”

“I’ve got a pretty face, huh?” he leers, unperturbed by your threat.

“Try not to get yourself into any trouble, alright Cash? That includes with me,” you say, ignoring his flirting and buttoning up your coat as you prepare to head out into the cold Chicago winter. “I’ll do my best with Terry, and I hope it all works out for you both.”

“Can I get your number? Just to check in on how things are going,” he tacks on hastily, seeing a stormy expression start to steal across your face. You sigh, looking up at him with a critical eye.

“No offense, Cash, but I can’t risk Terry seeing that we’re communicating before he comes around to the idea of talking to you himself. I may want the two of you to get over your issues, but he is my top priority. Understood?”

He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he slides out of the booth, looking down at you as he throws on his green jacket. To your credit, you don’t flinch or back down under his piercing gaze. He knows he’s intimidating; he’s had the last five years in particular to hone his ability to get people quaking in their boots. After a prolonged silence, he reaches his hand out towards you again.

“Do what you have to do, Y/N,” he says, pleased when you shake his hand. Your skin is soft, but your grip is firm.

“I’ve got nothing but time.”

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[Future chapters added here]

#Thomas Ian Griffith #Cash #Cash Ewing #Black Friday #Black Friday 2007 #The Kidnapping #The Kidnapping 2007 #Terry McCain #Excessive Force #TIGmas #12 Days of TIGmas #Smut #Romance #Suspend your disbelief please and thank you #Cash x Reader #terry mccain x reader #terry mccain x reader x cash

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irelandlass · 2 years

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My Derry Girls head canons (James edition)

The night James decided to stay in Derry (after the celebrations whey may have had) Michelle allows James to choose a movie, they both fall asleep and Michelle is cuddling James like if she ever lets go he would leave, Deidre comes in from the night shift she smiles at the pair of them.

Every Tuesday James and Michelle have movie night because the night Michelle’s parents work nights. On this night they make popcorn and take turns choosing the film. They both wear their comfy clothes and do facemasks and foot spas. No one else knows about it, it is their secret and they never make plans on a Tuesday evening because they look forward to it.

Joe is the one who bought James the Derry football jersey because he noticed the girls have been dressing him up more recently (not that James minded). Joe just wanted to make sure that James still has some ‘masculine’ energy in his life

After Sean Devlin dies, Clare and her mother stay at the Mallon’s for a few weeks. James immediately gives up his room for Clare and her mother. He sleeps on the sofa and doesn't complain once.

On James' eighteenth birthday Joe, Gerry and Martin (Michelle’s dad) take him out for his first official pint as an adult. They have a pint for Sean (Clare’s dad) because they know that he would have liked to have been there too.

James joins the local Gaelic club (Irish football) to try and make some male friends, even though he doesn’t understand the rules. Much to everyone's surprise he is a rather talented goalkeeper. James' team made it to their first ever final in 10 years. James saves the final goal leading Derry to victory. As soon as the game ends The Mallon’s, McCool’s and Quinn’s run on the field and congratulate him before any of his teammates or coach can.

James is baby Anna's favourite out of all Erin friends because he is the only one who is willing to play with her. Her favourite is when he reads to her, because he does funny voices.

Every time Sister Michael walks past the bin James pissed in she has a chuckle to herself.

Erin is the first one to take James to the toilet

James catches baby Anna’s first steps on his video camera while Mary and Gerry are out. Mary is upset that she missed the moment but she is forever grateful that James caught the moment and she treasures it forever.

Both James and Clare have a crush on the waitress who works at the café where the gang hangout. They often make fools of themselves in front of her like mixing up their words and talking nonsense to her. James, Claire and Erin all feel betrayed when they find out she is going out with David Donnelly.

James and Orla often have a competition to see who can hold their breath longest. Orla is undefeated but James is determined to beat her someday.

James and Erin become school prefects in their final year of school (to enhance their UCAS application form). Meaning they have to attend a lot of school school meetings and have to hang out with Jenny and Aisling more than usual. Erin starts to get jealous because she notices that James is hanging out with Aisling more, but it turns out they are both huge doctor who fans and they both try to settle who the best doctor is (they don't agree).

The Quinn’s take the gang camping again and boys have to sleep in Jim’s tent. James has to sleep in between Joe and Gerry to act as a barrier so the pair don’t argue.

Gerry needs help with some deliveries on a Saturday and asks James for a hand, Erin also volunteers to come. On their way back home Gerry’s lorry breaks down and they are stranded in a random area between Donegal and Derry. They walk to the nearest pub so Gerry can ring a mechanic. James and Erin notice that Jenny and Aisling are in the pub. They informed them that there is a pub and asked them if they would like to join their team. Erin scoffs in their face and tells them that they don't need them and she and James can win without them. James and Erin come last and Jenny and Aisling win. It's all they hear about for the next week at school.

Feel free to add more :)

#derry girls #james maguire #James and Erin #james and michelle #james and orla #james and clare #derry girls series 1 #derry girls series 2 #derry girls series 3 #derry girls spoilers #derry girls head canons

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eggzaki · 8 months

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my sister's working with es devlin and anna wintour's niece????

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dear-indies · 2 years

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Weird request, but do you have any faceclaims that are gingers? It's so hard to find ginger faceclaims of different ethnicities, body types, etc.

Hey anon! I’m not sure if you only wanted diverse faceclaims only but below are 200+ ginger faceclaims and I have noted the diverse suggestions. Please let me know if you’d like more specific suggestions for example from a certain age range.

Big thanks to @katherine-mcnamara!

Non-binary:

Nicky Endres (1982) Korean - non-binary, transfeminine, genderqueer and queer - they/she.

Olly Alexander (1990) - non-binary and gay - he/him.

Kaitlyn Alexander (1992) - non-binary - they/them.

Maggie McGill (?) - is non-binary, queer and fat/plus size- she/they,

Women:

Joy Behar (1942)

Sondra Currie (1947)

Becky Ann Baker (1953)

Kay Adshead (1954)

Julianne Moore (1960)

Carol Alt (1960)

Andrea Arnold (1961)

Marcia Cross (1962)

Cheryl Hawker (1962) - is fat/plus size.

Amy Yasbeck (1962) Lebanese / Irish.

Kate Walsh (1967)

Molly Ringwald (1968)

Debra Messing (1968)

Catherine Tate (1969)

Stephanie Belding (1971)

Brigid Brannagh (1972)

Nathalie Boltt (1973)

Alyson Hannigan (1974) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish.

Amy Adams (1974)

Tina Campbell (1974) African-American.

Alicia Witt (1975)

Jen Richards (1976) - is trans and bisexual.

Isla Fisher (1976)

Lauren Ambrose (1978)

Natasha Lyonne (1978) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Itziar Castro (1977) - is a lesbian.

Jaime Ray Newman (1978) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Rachelle Lefevre (1979)

Ruth Connell (1979)

Nur Fettahoğlu (1980) Turkish.

Sarah Drew (1980)

Bridget Regan (1982)

Bronagh Waugh (1982)

Lotte Verbeek (1982)

Alexandra Breckenridge (1982)

Kate Mara (1983)

Tuğçe Kumral (1983) Turkish.

Lynsey Bartilson (1983) Ashkenazi Jewish / Norwegian, Dutch, mix of English, Irish, and French.

Magda Apanowicz (1985)

Emily Beecham (1985)

Deborah Ann Woll (1985)

Natalya Rudakova (1985)

Sarah Power (1985)

Our Lady J (1985) - is trans.

Mary Wiseman (1985) - is queer.

Sepideh Moafi (1985) Iranian.

Elçin Sangu (1985) Turkish.

Issa Rae (1985) Senegalese / African-American, Creole [African, French, distant Spanish], distant French-Haitian.

Katie Leclerc (1986) - has Ménière’s Disease.

Florence Welch (1986)

Laura Spencer (1986)

Gillian Alexy (1986)

Crystal Kay (1986) Korean / African-American,

Valorie Curry (1986)

Jessica Keenan Wynn (1986)

Sarah Snook (1987)

Evan Rachel Wood (1987) - is bisexual.

Genevieve Angelson (1987)

Nicola Coughlan (1987) - is fat/plus size.

Elena Satine (1987)

Sarah Hay (1987)

Stacey Farber (1987)

Christiane Seidel (1988)

Maggie Geha (1988)

Amber Skye Noyes (1988)

Sabina Karlsson (1988) Gambian / Swedish.

Renee Olstead (1989)

Jessica Kellgren-Fozard (1989) - has Ehlers-Danlos syndrome with Marfanoid phenotype causing blindness in one eye and deafness - is a lesbian.

Clémentine Desseaux (1988) - is fat/plus size.

Jane Levy (1989) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, some Irish and Scottish.

Jessie Buckley (1989)

Renee Olstead (1989)

Jenna Thiam (1990) Armenian, Belgian / Senegalese, English, French.

Lee Sung Kyung (1990) Korean.

Galadriel Stineman (1990)

Başak Gümülcinelioğlu (1991) Turkish.

Coral Kwayie (1991) Ghanaian / British.

Carmen Solomons (1991) Mixed South African.

Su Kutlu (1991) Turkish.

Charlotte Spencer (1991)

Colby Minifie (1992)

Alina Kovalenko (1992)

Eleanor Tomlinson (1992)

Haley Ramm (1992)

Alexis Jordan (1992) African-American / Puerto Rican.

Anna Shaffer (1992) Black and White South African / South African Jewish.

Louisa Connolly-Burnham (1992)

Jennifer Stone (1993)

Mayra Tercero (1993) Honduran.

Olivia Cooke (1993)

Molly Quinn (1993)

Freya Mavor (1993)

Sharon Belle (1993)

Molly C. Quinn (1993)

Thiều Bảo Trâm (1994) Vietnamese.

Janet Devlin (1994) - is bisexual.

Ahsen Eroğlu (1994) Turkish.

Madelaine Petsch (1994)

Jacqueline Emerson (1994)

Bronwyn James (1994) - is gay and fat/plus size.

Khadijha Red Thunder (1994) Chippewa Cree, African-American, Spanish - is pansexual.

Marina Ruy Barbosa (1995) Brazilian.

Aleece Wilson (1995) Metis, Afro-Canadian, Irish and Italian.

Ciara Baxendale (1995)

Phoebe Dynevor (1995)

Bree Kish (1996) 1/4 African-American 3/4 Spanish, Irish, Dutch - is fat/plus size.

Thanaerng Kanyawee Songmuang (1996) Thai.

Luca Hollestelle (1996)

Sue Ramirez / Sue Dodd (1996) Filipino / White.

Katherine McNamara (1996)

Thanaerng Kanyawee Songmuan (1996) Thai-Chinese.

Sierra McCormick (1997)

Toto Bruin (1997)

Ellie Bamber (1997)

Sydney Sierota (1997)

Bo Barah (1997)

Maddison Brown (1997)

Melis Sezen (1997) Turkish.

Kiera Allen (1997) - is paraplegic.

Jordana Beatty (1998)

Annalise Basso (1998)

Erica Gluck (1998) African-American, possibly other.

Sonny Turner (1998) Black British.

Mathilda Mai (1998)

Duda Brandão (1998) Brazilian.

Cheng Xiao (1998) Chinese.

Fujita Nicole (1998) Japanese / Polish, Russian.

Erin Kellyman (1998) Afro-Jamaican / Irish - is a lesbian.

Emma Kenney (1999)

Juliette Angelo (1999)

Ellie Darcey-Alden (1999)

Julia Lester (2000) Jewish.

Kennedy Walsh (2000)

Mina Sundwall (2001)

Talia Jackson (2001) African-American / White.

Alana Pancyr (?)

Lynley Eilers (?) - is fat/plus size.

Men:

William Atherton (1947)

David Caruso (1956)

Boris Becker (1967)

Tom Goodman-Hill (1968)

Morgan Alling (1968)

Toby Stephens (1969)

Tony Curran (1969)

Eric Johnson (1970)

Brendan Beiser (1970)

Zack Ward (1970)

Michael Rapaport (1970) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Alan Tudyk (1971)

Anthony Rapp (1971)

Damian Lewis (1971) Welsh, English, Scottish, and 1/16th Jewish [Sephardi and Ashkenazi].

Scott Grimes (1971)

Michael C. Hall (1971) - has stated he’s “not all the way heterosexual.”

Brett Tucker (1972)

Ewen Bremner (1972)

Kevin McKidd (1973)

Mackenzie Astin (1973)

Kris Holden-Ried (1973)

Dash Mihok (1974) - has Tourette Syndrome.

Michael Shannon (1974)

Seth Green (1974) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Jesse Tyler Ferguson (1975) - is gay.

Marc Menchaca (1975)

David Lewis (1976)

Krondon (1976) African-American - has albinism.

Kristofer Hivju (1978)

Diego Klattenhoff (1979)

Ethan Cohn (1979)

Ben Foster (1980) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, French, Irish, distant Welsh and Scottish (mother; who may have converted to Judaism).

Sam Heughan (1980)

Rolf Kristian Larsen (1983)

Jidenna (1985) Igbo Nigerian / English, German, Dutch.

Alex Saxon (1987)

Kerem Bürsin (1987) Turkish.

Rupert Grint (1988)

Chris Bylsma (1988)

Luke Newberry (1990)

Alan Ashby (1991)

Calum Worthy (1991)

Elijah Baker (1991) Black British and White.

Stephen Joffe (1991)

Sean Berdy (1993) - is deaf and has bipolar disorder.

Cameron Monaghan (1993)

Niall Cunningham (1994)

Jack Kilmer (1995)

Elliott Jay Brown (1996) Black British.

Ralph Souffrant (1996) Afro-Haitian.

Iwahashi Genki (1996) Japanese.

Leon Seidel (1996)

Yoshino Hokuto (1997) Japanese.

Garet Allen (1997)

Kai Alexander (1997)

Jake Austin Walker (1997)

Louis Hofmann (1997)

Tashi-Jay Kwayie (1998) Black British.

Justin Tinucci (1999)

Gytis Gedvilas (1999)

Tucker Albrizzi (2000) - is fat/plus size.

Pierre Sekongo (2000) Ivorian / French.

Thomas Barbusca (2003)

Stacey Edward (?) African-American.

#fc help #rph #rpc #ginger fc #ginger fcs

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cyberdragoninfinity · 2 years

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for the record, these are my favorite dub names thus far:

rex raptor and weevil underwood are just. Really Something Special. any yugioh character with a funny Theme Name that relates to their deck is always #1

syrus. the “s” is doing so much heavy lifting here.

“duke devlin” is really, The Name Ever i feel like.

jaden really is like. The perfect dub name they could have given this kid.

zane is also perfect.

THE CHAZZ OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

havent watched zexal yet and i know they only changed her last name but “Anna Kaboom” is such an absolutely perfect, Peak Yugioh Name, i have to mention it. absolutely no notes. 10/10. up there with Mai Valentine for certain.

#ygo posting #there are others but. off the top of my head #i feel like im forgetting some from 5ds but five-dees didnt have as many dub name changes. 'lester' is pretty good though

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dwsavideos · 2 years

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Casting Spring Awakening with the original and current casts of Sing Street because 1) I need my two hyper fixations to combine and 2) I really wanna see certain people play certain roles:

(There’s a rumored revival anyway, so 👀)

Adam Bregman as Melchior

Courtnee Carter as Wendla

Brendan C. Callahan as Moritz (I need this)

Skyler Volpe as Ilse oh my god.

Gian Perez as Hanschen is a must

Michael Lepore as Ernst

Zara Devlin as Martha

Elijah Lyons as Georg

Max Bartos as Otto

Alexa Moster as Thea

Sophie Hearn as Anna

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whamicon · 1 year

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characters/actors

full masterlist

cameron james (joseph gordon levitt) 10 things i hate about you

clare devlin (nicola coughlan) derry girls

orla mccool (louisa harland) derry girls

james maguire (dylan llewellyn) derry girls

michelle mallon (jamie-lee o'donnell) derry girls

erin quinn (saoirse monica jackson) derry girls

finnick odair (sam claflin) the hunger games

louise grant (teal rednann) gilmore girls

raphina (lucy boynton) sing street

peter parker (tom holland) spiderman: far from home

romeo, juliet, & mercutio (leonardo dicaprio, claire danes, harold perrineau) romeo + juliet 1996

kim kelly (busy phillips) freaks and geeks

jenny (michelle trachtenberg) eurotrip

michelle trachtenberg ||

zendaya

zendaya ||

zendaya |||

zendaya |V (2022 emmys)

zendaya V (2022 emmys)

zendaya V|

monica rambeau (teyonah paris) wandavision

emma woodhouse (anya taylor joy) emma

ryan and mingi (johnny young & sekai murashige) infinity train

cruella (emma stone) cruella

suzy bishop (kaya hayward) moonrise kingdom

hunter schafer

hunter schafer ||

zion moreno

madelyn cline

harley quinn (margot robbie) the suicide squad

zoë kravitz

timothèe chalamet

timothèe chalamet ||

druig & makkari (barry keoghan & lauren ridloff) eternals

sadie sink as Her in the All Too Well: The Short Film

leighton murray (renee rap) the sex lives of college girls

sydney sweeney

sydney sweeney ||

emma stone

storm reid

hoyeon jung

hoyeon jung ||

camila morrone

camila morrone / camila dunne daisy jones & the six

yasmine finney

amber heard

amber heard ||

amber heard |||

amber heard |V

margot robbie on set for barbie

margot robbie ||

michaela coel

marianne renoir (anna karina) pierrot le fou

pamela anderson

lisa (monica bellucci) the apartment

elle fanning

emerald (keke palmer) nope

poison ivy batman: the animated series

elizabeth olsen

daisy edgar jones

taylor russell

gillian owens (nicole kidman) practical magic

jenna ortega

millie bobby brown

alexa demie

gene belcher bob’s burgers

kate winslet

yaya (charlbi dean) triangle of sadness

rory gilmore (alexis bledel) gilmore girls

young queen charlotte (india amarteifio) queen charlotte: a bridgerton story

daphne moon (jane leeves) frasier

jessica alexander

ayo edebiri

savannah smith

cillian murphy

gillian anderson

havana rose liu

mimi keene

jaz sinclair

priscilla presley (cailee spaeny) priscilla

jennifer lawrence

lucy gray baird (rachel zegler) the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes

gwyneth paltrow

lily gladstone

katniss everdeen (jennifer lawrence) the hunger games series

kiera knightley

avantika

vivian oparah

jodie foster

nicola coughlan

nicole kidman

#actress icons #actor icons #masterlist

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movingthings · 1 year

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12.8.2023 Join us for Craft Conversations with the MA in Critical Craft Studies this week! Both are FREE and will take place from 6-8 pm at @centerforcraft at 67 Broadway in Asheville Jan 9 (Monday) Craft Conversation: Tom Martin, Anna Helgeson, and Sara Clugage Jan 12 (Thur) Craft Conversation: Pecha Kucha with the Class of 2023 Miriam Devlin Jill DiMassimo Jennifer Hand Beryl Perron-Feller Rena Tom Joanna Weiss Tina Wiltsie #thisiscraft #whichcraft #craftscape #craft #criticalcraftforum #macraftstudieswwc #warrenwilsoncollege @warrenwilsoncollege @centerforcraft https://www.instagram.com/p/CnJEPOwsXqf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thisiscraft #whichcraft #craftscape #craft #criticalcraftforum #macraftstudieswwc #warrenwilsoncollege

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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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Not a Chance in Hell, Michelle

Pairings: James Maguire + Erin Quinn | Jerin Masterlist

Summary: After James admits his feelings for Erin, which were silently reciprocated, Michelle sets them up on blind dates - trying to get them to move on. (Thank you @derrygirlstrash)

The weekend wasn't even over before Michelle couldn't take the slightly awkward bubble sitting between James and Erin.

It was silent the entire bus ride to school, Orla watched the scenery go past, Erin with her nose hidden away in a book, Clare on the verge of a cack attack. James and Michelle sat on the bench behind them.

When they got to school, there were the boys getting off the buses to go to the all-boys school. For once, it was Orla who was guiding Erin off the bus.

"See you later, Erin," David Donnelly said as he walked past. Erin looked up for a second as everyone's eyebrows furrowed (save for Michelle).

"I'm sorry?" Erin asked, her book still open between her hands.

David Donnelly looked over at Michelle, which caused the entire group to turn around and look at the curly haired teen.

"Michelle, anything you want to say?" Erin asked, holding her page with a finger as she crossed her arms.

The entire group was silent yet again, as Michelle's eyes bounced from Erin to Orla to James and Clare then back to Erin. Who's eyebrows were both rising and crinkling.

"So I set you up on a date with David Donnelly, so what?" Michelle stated, causing Erin to roll her eyes and walk away.

"Not a chance in hell, Michelle," Erin also stated.

The entire day, Michelle had been bugging Erin about going on some kind of set up former 'blind date' with David Donnelly. Michelle's main reason is, 'he's the biggest ride in Derry, Erin!'

She was also trying to push James with Aisling for some reason, which confused everyone (especially James and Erin) as they wondered why Michelle thought that was a good idea.

She even bugged them on the bus ride back home, and as much as Erin tried to block out Michelle's voice which nattered over her shoulder, by the time they got off the bus - she'd had enough.

"For the love of all things holy, Michelle would you shut your mouth!" Erin nearly screamed, accidentally giving Clare whiplash. "Sorry, Clare,"

"I'm just trying to help, Erin," Michelle claimed, as they made their way through Derry towards the Quinn house, where they always do their homework after school (which has now turned to revision as their A-Levels find themselves around their corner).

Heading up the stairs, opening the door - they were hit with the noise of Erin's grand shouting at Gerry; Anna crying and Mary trying to coddle her.

Erin's already pulsing headache was getting worse, passing her backpack over to Orla she headed into the kitchen to get some paracetamol. James also followed her, with a headache of his own forming.

Erin reached up into the cupboard and pulled out the box with Granda's blood pressure tablets, the Calpol and the paracetamol. She fiddled with the packet as she felt James' presence at her side, they hadn't properly spoken to each other since they left Donegal.

Erin popped out two tablets and offered them out for James to take, as he reached over for the plastic which held the remaining tablets.

"James, take the tablets,"

"Just pass me the packet,"

"James, for the love of God, take the tablets!" Erin exclaimed, taking his hand and pressing them into his hand. It was the first time they'd spoken since Donegal, the first time they'd made contact since they'd kissed.

They stood there staring at each other (like how they did before James blurted out his feelings) and were once again interrupted by Michelle. "Dicko! Hurry up!"

Erin had been forced to go to the cinema with David Donnelly. 2 years ago, she would have been over the moon - but she was more interested in the film rather than David.

And it seemed to be the same for David.

They walked out, each holding a bag of popcorn, and Erin could vaguely make out the silhouette of Michelle at the end of the road.

They said nothing until she sees James (on the warpath), Clare and Orla hurrying behind him. "Clare? What's going on?" Erin asked.

"James is confronting Michelle, I think," she replies.

"See you," Erin says to David Donnelly, hurrying off after her friends. "James?" Erin called.

He never replied, grabbing Michelle's jacket and spinning her around. "Dicko!" Michelle exclaimed, was just about to continue speaking, until James stopped her.

"No, we all know- the entirety of Derry knows how you feel about this. But I have had enough," he states. "I know we can't be together, and it hurts," his eyes glance at Erin for a second, and the hurt over not being together was reflected back in Erin's eyes. "But, the more you try to force us to 'move on'," James puts quotations around 'move on', with Erin being the only one who knows the truth. "You can't just shove us with people, it's only going to push us together,"

"Why couldn't you just go to the cinema with Aisling, like Erin did with David Donnelly?" Michelle questioned, and James looked down at Erin, surprise and more hurt flooding his eyes.

Erin looked between James and Michelle. "He took me to see Romeo and Juliet. And it's the one with Leonardo DiCaprio!" Erin simply stated. "We never said anything to each other. The whole time. It isn't happening again," Erin stated.

They fell silent, as Clare pipes up from behind. "What the hell is going on?!"

#derry girls #derry girls fanfic #derry girls spoilers #james x erin #erin x james #james maguire #erin quinn #orla mccool #michelle mallon #clare devlin #david donnelly #anna quinn #mary quinn #gerry quinn #granda joe #michelle tries to set james and erin up with other people #it doesn't really work

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