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unchangingwindoww · 2 months
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take me back to the start
Coldplay - The Scientist
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letthewhumpbegin · 22 days
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Bodyguard, s1e3
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india422 · 1 year
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I’ve never seen these before.
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itbeleeeee · 7 months
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Spoilers for Bodyguard under the cut
"Great work, mate."
"It wasn't just you mate, we all fell for it."
"Thanks to you David... Some say you should get a medal. Others reckon you should be kicked off the force. We'll see... But first, David, there's something you need more than all of that."
And then they send him to therapy.
I'M SORRY. THAT IS HOW THIS ENDS. THAT. THAT??????? Holy fuck. We just spent an hour, traumatizing a man who was previously traumatized, being 100% convinced that he suited himself up with a bomb because he was the inside man the Whole Time when he 1) had a bloody head, how did he get that if he suited himself up? Why would he do that? For what reason 2) the police officers were convinced it was the one police lady, a day previous?
There is just so much buffoonery. Idk maybe I'm dumb and like the character or Richard Madden himself too much to have a clear head, but holy fucking shit the leaps and bounds these people have to go to convince themselves that Budd is the inside man are the sizes of goddamn football stadiums. And then they just... move on?????? Idk about everyone else but I would have sued ever officer that was in that park to the goddamn moon and back for emotional distress. Then spend that money on going to the Bahamas for a well-deserved vacation with the fam, and then therapy. After that? Look for a calm mind-numbing data-entry office job so I could spend the rest of my dull life in goddamn fucking peace.
Anyway Richard did an AMAZING job holy sweet mother of jesus that was so goddamn tense. His jaw muscles were working very hard and I respect the hell out of the guy---he absolutely deserved the Golden Globe he got for this, my god. You could really tell he was going through agony 90% of the time, and I totally understand never taking a job like this again. Nicely done homie.
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akimaetokai · 1 year
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It's Keeley's birthday on the 10th of February and we would like to continue our little tradition of celebrating that day by donating to those in need.
This time we decided to raise funds for Women’s Aid, a federation working together to provide life-saving services for women and children in England, building a future where domestic abuse is not tolerated.
They also stand in solidarity with women who are experiencing racist, misogynistic, painful and unjust treatment within the justice system, police, government, monarchy or media. These are all matters close to Keeley's heart as she has always championed women in her own industry and beyond.
We decided to do our part this year and would like to encourage you to join us. No matter what you are able to give, any donation counts and helps to contribute to the cause.
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sighmurderbot · 10 months
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I could fix him, actually
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mesmericdissociation · 4 months
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The expo…He’s so sober minded.
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1038276637 · 1 year
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miamierre · 7 months
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piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰
10. Bodyguard AU
Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.
Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…
Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.
He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.
Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.
But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.
"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"
Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.
But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"
Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.
"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.
Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."
Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.
"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"
And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.
"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.
Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.
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youstupidplonk · 7 months
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Every now and then I remember that Americans thought David Budd was addressing Julia Montague as “Mum” but they just went with it
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adhd-merlin · 1 year
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that time the knights were escorting Gwen through the woods, had her kidnapped from under their noses, decided to go back to Camelot anyway and, when Arthur enquired about his wife's whereabouts, went: "yeah, about that..."
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unchangingwindoww · 7 months
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Romeo + Juliet (1996) // Bodyguard (2018)
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fluffypotatey · 1 year
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Okay, but like...what if in "Queen of Hearts," Arthur followed through on his threat before Morgana did her sorcery frame-up, and he and Gwen just dipped (with Merlin, obviously)? Like, he leaves an Official Statement of Resignation on his desk with his signet ring, renouncing his claim to the throne and all that? The three of them are halfway to Essetir before anyone notices they're gone.
And on the way, they just happen to chance across some smugglers? Logic dictates that Tristan and Isolde started their hustle during Uther's reign for them to be as good as they are in S4 when Arthur had only been king a few months tops. They're still initially suspicious, ofc, but they warm up a lot faster considering the situation, and they're always down with someone who says "fuck the king" with their whole chest. The trio takes up with them bc they're always on the move and make a living on not being found, which is exactly what they need rn because Uther will be looking for them.
But if they want to stay, they gotta contribute. House rules.
Now, insofar, Tristan and Isolde are strictly transport. They're more or less fences. They don't do the actual theft part. But the trio can. Arthur can blend right in with the rich people they rip off, and he's bougie enough to pick out the Good Shit and pass on the knockoffs. Merlin and Gwen can blend right in with the servants to case the joint and swipe the goods, not to mention Gwen's knowledge of metalworking means being able to dismantle jewelry pieces without damaging them and making them untraceable, and Merlin can cover their tracks with magic (he'd have told them after they left) and create distractions as needed.
Arthur does have a small crisis when he realises he makes a better grifter than a prince, but then it's just really funny. He is now the Once and Future King of Thieves. Tristan and Isolde are the envy of the black market scene bc of their "secret weapons."
Bonus points if this is how they meet the rest of the squad bc legit the only knight that isn't a confirmed criminal is Percival, but he's also besties with Lancelot, so it's implied he might be.
Knights of the Criminal Enterprise.
you could have just kissed me on the spot you know
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india422 · 2 years
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Praise be…
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itbeleeeee · 7 months
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Finished Citadel (it was okay. I'm a big fan of spy shit, so I like any and all media related to it), now watching Bodyguard. Clearly you can see what actor I'm simping for atm (I'm on season 7 of Game of Thrones. Do we see the common denominator here?) I've heard this was good so I'm hyped to see what it's about!
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dani-says-stuff · 2 months
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the frustration is unreal. i have so so so many ideas im dying to write but im forcing myself to finish the list of several-month-old-and-even-older request i have first and it’s just- *pure screeches of rage*
and the school papers are in the line up too. you guys won’t see those obviously, but that’s still an annoying setback *glares at the two reports i procrastinated on*
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