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siriusblacklftv · 6 months
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and when i say barry keoghan has deserved the oscar since breaking my heart with the line "i'll be useful, sir" in dunkirk
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“it is well that war is so terrible
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or we should grow too fond of it”
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whumpypepsigal · 1 month
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Dunkirk (2017): “I can’t see.”
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if i had a nickel for every time i watched barry keoghan die in a WWII piece, i’d have two nickels…
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olympain · 2 years
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Unbroken (2014) Battle of the Bastards (2016) Dunkirk (2017) 1917 (2019) Generation Loss (2022)
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sorayax · 4 months
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I recently watched Dunkirk and this is my incorrect characters interpretation :3
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Tommy Shelby you gorgeous man, FOR F**K SAKE TAKE A BREAK!!
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Alfie, i know you're obsessed with Tommy but, DAMN !!!
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OMG Poirot?! Where're your gorgeous mustache go?!?!
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Druig, bro you are cute, but i see you're already done with this SHIT!!
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Harry, i think we will miss you're incredible hair for a little while...
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Aegon, i'm glad you're team red now! Keep stay away from alcohol!
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Just a tiny Jacaerys Targaryen waiting his uncle. STAY SAFE KID!!
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Mariah are you still looking for Midas box or Felix? Keep serching boy
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The gang as texts from my groupchat Part 6:
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Part 5 Part 7
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siempre-bucky · 2 years
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Thumb with George Mills? thank you
George Mills x Reader
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
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"It's going to be ok," George reassured you as you watched the ship leave the dock.
"Is it? What if I never see him again?" you tremble, tugging tighter on your wool coat.
George sighed heavily and took a step closer to your side. The war wasn't easy for anyone, he hated watching you cry as your father left, and now he had to witness it all again as your brother went off to war.
"He'll come home, just like your father," he told you softly, placing his hand on your shoulder.
"George," you whispered as you turned to him, his form blurry from the tears that threatened to fall, "I don't want to lose you too."
The boy gulped and nodded sheepishly. It wasn't a secret he wanted to join the war, and be helpful in any way that he could. Tt was just a secret from you.
George took his hands and cupped your face, his thumbs catching the tears that fell from the eyes he fell so in love with. "You won't lose me. I promise."
You wrapped your hands around his wrist and nodded, "Ok," you whispered, reaching up to kiss him.
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l-bkeoghan-l · 2 years
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him.
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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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the-herdier · 2 years
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A thought:
It was those same qualities that made the Shivering Soldier officer material that accidentally got George killed. Here he was, having just been rescued from his second failed attempt at crossing the channel, hearing that these three civilians -an old man with two teenagers- were voluntarily heading straight into Hell in their pleasure craft with not even a single gun to defend themselves with. He had to protect both them and himself, and in that moment to him it meant taking charge and assuming control of the boat so that he might turn it around and head to safety. Violently if he had to.
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denimbex1986 · 8 months
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'In the two decades that he's been making movies, Christopher Nolan has touched upon many different genres in film. He routinely breaks new ground in science fiction with films like Inception and Interstellar and he delivered a mind-bending thriller with The Prestige. He rose to prominence with the Dark Knight trilogy and helped change the landscape for the superhero movie in the process. One of the genres that Nolan hasn't fully upon is horror. While there's an argument to be made that his latest film Oppenheimer veers into the horrific with its depiction of the destruction the atomic bomb would wreak and the subsequent psychological impact on the movie's protagonist, Nolan actually delivered a stealth pseudo-horror film in the form of his 2017 war epic, Dunkirk.
Nolan's Choice Not to Show Axis Soldiers Makes Them an Effective Horror Villain
Taking place during the Battle of France in World War II, Dunkirk takes advantage of Nolan's tendencies to play with time by splitting the focus on three fronts: a week on the titular beach, an hour following the Royal Air Force, and a day on a boat traveling to help the troops on Dunkirk. It's the beach segments that feature the most horror elements, particularly where the Axis soldiers are concerned. Not once do they appear on the screen; instead, they're represented by the whizzing of bullets, the falling of bombs, and the roar of plane engines. In choosing not to show the Axis soldiers — instead referring to them as "the enemy" — Nolan crafts an effective monster. Even more, he bucks horror tradition; the usual practice is to build up to the revelation of your monster with each kill it makes. Think of Jaws; it takes a good while for Bruce the Shark to show himself. The absence of the Axis soldiers only serves to heighten the tension as they could be anywhere.
Nowhere is this made more clear than in Dunkirk's opening scene. Tommy (Fionn Whitehead) and his fellow soldiers are walking through an abandoned city. Nolan chooses to make the setting as eerie as possible; there's little to no music, and the flyers falling from the sky serve as an omen for the terror to come. Then one soldier bends down to get a drink of water... and a bullet whizzes through his face without warning. The entirety of Dunkirk is full of scenes like this, which more than fits the atmosphere of a horror film. It also keeps the audience on the edge of their seat — something any good horror film should do.
'Dunkirk's Sound Design Adds to the Eery Tension
Though film fans seem split on whether Nolan's approach to sound design is a hindrance or a help to his films, it helps make Dunkirk into a cinematic experience like no other. Every bullet hits with devastating impact, sounding like it's actually piercing through flesh and bone. The roar of the Lutwaffe bombers feels less like a machine and more like a beast from another world seeking to bring death to its prey. What really makes the film sing — no pun intended — is the work of sound editor Richard King. King had to work with less-than-ideal conditions, including rain and wind as well as the whirr of IMAX cameras. "Usually, you get a little useful material in production recordings. But with this, it was pretty much a blank slate," King told Variety while describing his work on the audio. "Basically, all we were able to use was just the voices." He also took great care to replicate the sound of WWII warfare, including strategically placing microphones within a Spitfire fighter plane to accurately replicate what it was like to fly in one.
Nolan would also reunite with his longtime composer Hans Zimmer for Dunkirk's score, which results in perhaps one of the best scores of Zimmer's career. Zimmer chooses to compose a score that increases in intensity, mimicking the rising tension of a horror movie. The bass hammers home with the force of a cannon. The horns rise and fall like heartbeats which only serves to heighten the feeling of anxiety. The standout track is "Supermarine," which plays when the Royal Air Force engages the Lutwaffe bombers in combat. Its pulse-pounding rhythm, combined with Nolan's choice to film up close in the cockpit of Captain Ferrier (Tom Hardy), is just as intense as Nancy fighting off Freddy Krueger in the original Nightmare on Elm Street or any other film where the victim attempts to outrace the monster.
Nolan Is Focused On the Horrors of War
More than the actual horror of dead bodies hitting the ground, Nolan wants to show the psychological effects of warfare. This comes across in two pivotal scenes; when Tommy and his friends encounter a jaded soldier (played by Harry Styles, no less) and when the boat traveling to Dunkirk picks up a shellshocked soldier (played by frequent Nolan collaborator Cillian Murphy). Both men have barely survived an encounter with Axis forces, and the results have left them shaken; the soldier in the boat lashes out and wounds young boathand George (Barry Keoghan) while the soldier on the beach keeps repeating that they're all going to die. It's a realistic yet chilling look at how warfare can leave more than physical scars on its participants.
Dunkirk's methodical construction, as well as Christopher Nolan's thoughtful approach to warfare, results in a chilling yet compelling entry in the filmmaker's canon. Oppenheimer utilizes a similar tactic, from the sound design to the fiery imagery, and is all the more impactful for it. Should Nolan choose to direct a full-on horror movie in the future, he's more than proven that he has the chops to scare the pants off of his audience.'
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Sergeant George Booth, a twenty-nine-year-old observer with the RAF's No.107 Squadron, is usually credited as the first Briton to be taken prisoner in the Second World War. Booth's war ended the day after it had officially begun when his Bristol Blenheim was shot down over the German coast on 4 September 1939. The pilot was killed by the Wireless Operator, Air Gunner Larry Slattery, survived and, together with Booth, spent the next six years in captivity. They were among an estimated 170.000 to 200,000 British, Commonwealth and Empire men who were taken prisoner in Europe during the Second World War. This compares to the 90,000 Allied prisoners who were held in around a thousand camps around the Far East after Japan entered the war in late 1941.
Booth and Slattery left behind a country that was just embarking on what became known as the 'Phoney War' – when the population held its breath, waiting for a bombing onslaught that failed to appear. The first major influx of British POWs into German camps began nine months later in June 1940 when that phoniness gave way to a Blitzkrieg – or lightning war – as the Nazis swept down through the Low Countries into northern France. As the British Expeditionary Force (BEF), which had been sent to defend France, was evacuated from Dunkirk and other ports it was forced to abandon over 50,000 men who would spend the rest of the war as POWs. They entered captivity knowing that Britain faced the threat of invasion and that, if Hitler was successful, they were unlikely ever to see their homes again.
Each major Allied defeat made more men POWs. Germany's invasion of Greece and Yugoslavia in April 1941 was followed by the battle for Crete after which 11,370 Allied troops were captured in May 1941. The next big wave of POWs arrived from North Africa where Rommel was notching up significant victories. When he finally managed to break the siege of the Libyan port of Tobruk in June 1942, the garrison's 35,000 men, many of whom were South Africans, lost their freedom.
Since America did not enter the war until after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor in December 1941 only 62,000 of her soldiers became POWs in Europe. Most American POWs before D-Day were airmen. Soldiers began to be taken in large numbers when the Allies landed in Italy in 1943 and Normandy in 1944 and began to claw back parts of occupied Europe. The Germans captured over 6,000 men in September 1944 as a result of Operation Market-Garden when the Allies tried to establish a bridgehead across the Rhine at Arnhem; Hitler's surprise attack on the Ardennes (also known as the Battle of the Bulge) in a bitterly cold December 1944 led to around 23,000 Americans becoming POWs.
Most prisoners were soldiers. The nature of sea battles meant that few men serving in the Royal or Merchant Navy survived to becomes prisoners or internees – about 5,500 from each category. Around 13,000 British and Commonwealth airmen and 33,000 US airmen became POWs but their experience was very different from the other services. Of the 10,000 members of Bomber Command (about eight per cent of its total) who became POWs, many started their day with a British breakfast on British soil, and ended it in a cell where the enemy was keen to extract as much information from them as possible. The RAF did not suffer anything like the military setbacks of Dunkirk or North Africa and the peak year for Bomber Command was 1943-44 when 3,596 of their members became prisoners.
Becoming a prisoner in 1944 or 1945 felt quite different from becoming a POW in the early days of the war. Although the later prisoners had a sense that the war was drawing to a conclusion and that the Allies were winning, they still faced an uncertain future. Would they become hostages or even suffer execution at the hands of an enemy who felt he had nothing to lose?
  —  The Barbed-Wire University: The Real Lives of Allied Prisoners of War in the Second World War (Midge Gillies)
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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.
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“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”.
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icantspellthings · 16 days
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No superheroes cus that's cheating, sorry druig
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