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thenightblogflyeth · 1 year
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hyernn · 1 year
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forgive me for the person I'm becoming bc this ship has ruined me and I need to share that fact with everyone I know
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gyunikum · 1 year
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Collins dives, ROLLING, glancing back
                                                     COLLINS 
                                     He's on me!
Farrier banks around, lining up on Collins' pursuer
                                                     FARRIER 
                                      And I'm on him
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pedroam-bang · 2 months
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Dunkirk (2017)
“We shall never surrender.”
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"where the hell were you?"
COLLINS [DUNKIRK] → my top 50 fictional characters [8/50]
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angel-inked · 6 months
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Home, Chapter two:
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Farrier nuzzled his cheek against the side of Confetti's head with a sigh, wondering if one of those blueberry muffins Amerie made yesterday would be enough to take his mind off of metaphorically pummeling itself. Another sigh escaped his pink lips, Confetti's tongue tickled his ear, once again tricking those lips to curl up at the ends, the cuteness of the young collie bringing some pause to the melancholy mind of a weary RAF pilot. A pair of heavy boots marched up the stairs and stopped on the other side of the door before it was flung open, revealing an almost breathless Collins. "Something wrong, mate?" Farrier asked softly. "I should be asking you the same thing." Collins explained, "Got that pit in my stomach again," the blonde Scotsman said as he leaned against the wall next to Farrier's window seat. "Figured I'd best come find you. It was right last time. I don't see how it couldn't be right again." He added. Farrier's eyes softened, and Confetti's tongue brought out another smile. "What kind of magical happiness bringing powers do you have in that tongue puppy?" Farrier murmured, rubbing Confetti's head, making Collins smile.
Farrier cast another glance through the glass pane, staring off into the wild blue yonder. Collins recognized the effect the crestfallen mood had on Farrier's hazel grey eyes. Those orbs were terribly traitorous things, Collins' himself described them as "Changeable." Collins had seen those eyes sparkle with wonderment, looking a pale grayish blue when they did. He had also seen them as they are now, deep hazel and as dark and stormy as the torrential downpour that had them grounded for over a week once. Farrier had grown restless in that time, venturing outside for a walk in the woods and claiming his need for fresh air was stronger than his need to stay in out of the gloomy weather. Coming back after his clothes became sufficiently soaked and his RAF boots were sufficiently muddied. Collins smiled at the memory of Farrier's laugh at the sight of another pilot of Farrier's rank stomping off after becoming increasingly put off by Farrier's cheerfulness and nonchalantly. Some of Collins' memories of his time in RAF would most likely make some question his sanity, although, he figured, he probably needed to be somewhat out of his mind to do what he did anyway. Farrier's definitely would, Collins thought.
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drysaladandketchup · 2 years
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Farrier and Collins
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My entry for the latest @dunkirk-creators challenge. I used the ‘character study’ prompt!
@spatz-e-ingram consider this my visual reply to your recent artwork :)
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smuggsy · 1 year
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Sometimes you just gotta write some flyboys, y'know...
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cornfield-chase · 1 year
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Just rewatched Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan for the 6th time, thoughts:
- excited af for Oppenheimer MORE CILLIAN MURPHY SLAYYYY💅🏻🤌
- TGC ive been your bitch since day 1 aegon who?
- sereshaw wants what Collins and Farrier have😔
- harry styles is better off serving looks and barely speaking bye
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thenightblogflyeth · 2 years
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sweetlullabyebye · 2 years
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Dunkirk as things my friends said:
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Alex: don't try to frame me for horrible taste
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Tommy: whoever said art is pain was RIGHT
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Gibson: i thought there was glitter on the table but no it's bread crumbs
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Alex: i know i said i was gonna sleep but i can't miss out on french slander
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Shivering Soldier: the thought of responsabilities is making me sickity sick
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Tommy: let my organs be free bro
Alex: no
Gibson: fly high organs
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Farrier: no Collins the gender euphoria is now or never darling
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Georges: i knew i would get karma from decapitating Pikachu then eating his severed head
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Collins: you're a lizard, Farrier
Farrier: i wish
Farrier: just sleep under the sun all day and eat bugs until i get squished by a kid. The dream life.
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gyunikum · 1 year
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First Lines Meme
I am very grateful to be tagged by @swimmingfoxsticks and @bobparkhurst both of whose fanfics I’ve greatly enjoyed!
Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics.
 1. By request of the grass (SAS Rogue Heroes, Paddy/Eoin)
Paddy holds, in a vised grip, Eoin’s striped jersey, cloud white and sea blue, now all grey brown. 
2. Desert swimmers and upside-down sinners (SAS Rogue Heroes, Paddy/Eoin)
‘Stirling’s got a place in Cairo,’ says Eoin, driving carefully over a soft patch of sand that looks like the rest that is not soft.
3. To the burned mountain over Sicily (SAS Rogue Heroes, Reg/Johnny)
The town of Augusta was alive with the din of post-battle procedures.
4. Sunder and Surrender (Band of Brothers, Ron Speirs/Eugene Roe)
There was an ancient authority to the mountains of Austria that only poems could reflect.
5. Gathering Storms (Dunkirk, Collins/Peter Dawson, HP!au)
“It’s for the greater good.”
“Whose greater good? Certainly not any of us.”
“Mine!”
6. Oasis Reverie (Dunkirk, Collins & Farrier)
Somewhere above the Western Desert, Collins chases Farrier’s Spitfire.
7. Desolate and Solace (Dunkirk, Collins/Farrier)
The sand is so grey, it doesn’t resemble sand. Ash—the old world burned layers back to expose rotten flesh upon which the kingdom come’s foundations are built.
8. When the sun dismisses the fog (of war) (Dunkirk, Collins/Farrier)
"Frequency check, Fortis Two. What’s the plan after this mission?"
“We’ll grab a pint when we get back. I’ll even watch the sunset with you,” Farrier promised.
9. Letters for a golden home (Dunkirk, Collins/Peter Dawson)
It takes Collins a few more months after the end of the war to leave the airbase and go home—home, for him, is the endless stretches of the sky, the gasoline slick belly of a Spitfire [...]
10. 'Cause there's a blue sky waiting for us tomorrow (Dunkirk, Collins/Farrier)
Collins and Farrier had a ritual before every mission—their own lucky charm, they called it, a tradition of sorts for only the two of them.
tagging @almost-a-class-act @butternuggets-blog @rosescruensixxam @booksoncanvas 
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pedroam-bang · 10 months
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Dunkirk (2017)
“We shall never surrender.”
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"i'm on him"
COLLINS & FARRIER → my top 50 fiction dynamics [4/50]
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angel-inked · 7 months
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Home. Chapter 1
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Another snippet from my Farrier fic! Honestly, he's such a cute character to write in a domestic setting
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Suddenly, his shoulders were grabbed roughly, and he was pulled backward, making him jump. "For fucks sake, Collins!" He exclaimed running a hand over his face, "are you trying to give an old man a heart attack or what?!" He added, his grin betraying his half-hearted glare. "You're not that old!" Collins quipped. Farrier chuckled, beginning to pick berries and quietly sing again. Collins soon joined, picking and singing along side his friend. Reminded the blonde haired man of the times Farrier got told off by superiors for being so casual with Collins, a at the time lower ranked pilot that Farrier was supposed to be in charge of teaching some basics. However, Farrier's natural laid-back personality persisted, and he remained himself.
Always greeting his fellow pilots with a smile, it didn't matter about rank or skill to him. He was always friendly with everyone. "Good timing!" Farrier smiled, gesturing to the now full pale of blackberries just as the pair finished their song. Collins nodded in agreement. With Farrier carrying the bucket, they made their way inside.
"Hello Tom," Samantha waved as the men entered the kitchen. "Salutations!" Farrier chirped happily. "What are you planning to make with these?" Sam asked, gesturing to the pale Farrier sat on the island, turning to Amerie. "I'm not sure yet, pie or cobbler, perhaps. Do you boys have a preference?" Amerie asked, glancing between them. "Cobbler sounds good." Collins smiled, leaning his elbows on the countertop. "I quite like them as is love," Farrier said, stuffing another handful of berries into his mouth. Amerie shook her head, "You can't eat all of them," she stated. "Is that a bet?" Farrier questioned with a cheeky smirk on his face. Collins chuckled at his best friend's childish behavior, "Cobbler it is then." Amerie sighed, knowing her husband to be absolutely would be more than content if she just sat a big bowl of mixed berries in front of him, but maybe his love of her baked goods would convince him otherwise.
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