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wishtherebestars · 1 year

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WHITE LIES ✴︎ peter dawson

peter dawson x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How is your dad?”

“How is the boat?”

“Where have you worked so far”

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

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

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

#tom glynn carney #dunkirk #peter dawson #dunkirk peter dawson #peter dawson x reader #dunkirk imagine #peter dawson imagine #tom glynn carney x reader #angst #slow burn

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ladyriversbloodraven · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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I will admit… I may be delusional about somethings but surely I’m not the only one that’s noticed TGC literally grew bigger since Dunkirk…. SURELY NOT!!!

and I don’t mean that in a bad way AT ALL, but he was so smoll there & now 👀👀👀👀👀

JUST LOOK, he’s face just looks fuller !!! idk man I’m done 😣

LET ME ADD ANOTHER EXAMPLE IF YOU WILL:

#tom glynn carney #TGC #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #dunkirk #Peter

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derry-rain · 4 months

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

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

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

“Hello to you too,” she says, drily.

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

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

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

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

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spookydana45 · 1 year

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Kenneth Branagh ✨🫶💙

some part of his career life, happy birthday sir!!!

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24601bc · 1 year

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#tom glynn carney #dunkirk #peter dawson #aegon targaryen #procreate #digital drawing #fanart

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denimbex1986 · 10 months

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'It is absolutely no secret that Christopher Nolan is a beloved and respected filmmaker. We're talking about the man who made "The Dark Knight" for heaven's sake. Few people have ever managed to marry blockbuster filmmaking with artistic expression quite like him, save for a select handful such as Steven Spielberg and a few choice others. He's a rare breed and, with "Oppenheimer," the man has arguably cemented himself as one of the very best box office bets we have today — if not ever. This is not hyperbole either, as Nolan pretty much only makes big ass hits, save for a couple of caveats across his career, which has spanned well over two decades at this point.

Even against remarkably huge competition from "Barbie," Nolan's latest pulled in $82 million on its opening weekend domestically to go with $97.7 million internationally for a $180.1 million global debut. Even against a $100 million budget, that represents a huge win for Universal Pictures, especially because "Oppenheimer" will almost certainly be in the awards season conversation later this year, if not a shoo-in for the Best Picture nomination at the Oscars. It also ranks as one of the biggest R-rated openings ever, just behind "The Passion of the Christ" ($83.8 million), narrowly missing the top 10.

"Oppenheimer" now represents Nolan's biggest opening weekend ever for a movie of his that doesn't have Batman in it. Yes, it somehow managed to out-perform the likes of "Inception" ($62 million opening) and "Dunkirk" ($50.5 million opening), despite the fact that those were seemingly better commercial bets. A three-hour biopic about the guy who made the A-bomb that is mostly people talking and doing science isn't quite as flashy as a full-stop World War II movie or a mind-bending, mind-heist flick. But that speaks volumes about Nolan's credibility with the moviegoing public.

A ridiculous track record

The fact of the matter is that this is just par for the course for Nolan at this point. Particularly since delivering a $1 billion smash hit with "The Dark Knight" 15 years ago, the man has been on an absolute tear that was only briefly interrupted by a pandemic. Even that didn't totally stop him, as "Tenet" made $363 million when people were still mostly staying home at the height of Covid in 2020. One imagines that movie would have made a whole lot more had Warner Bros. and/or Nolan waited to release it until marketplace conditions improved. But there's also something to be said about him trying to keep theaters afloat during a downright terrible time.

Nolan is currently the eighth highest-grossing director in history, with his dozen feature films raking in more than $5.1 billion worldwide. He sits just ahead of J.J. Abrams and just behind David Yates, but Nolan doesn't have seven "Harry Potter" movies under his belt to goose his total. Yes, he's got his "Dark Knight" trilogy, but the most impressive thing about Nolan's resume at this point is that he's accomplished so much of this with hit blockbuster originals, much like he's doing right now with "Oppenheimer."

At the very top of the list is Steven Spielberg, with $10.6 billion to his name, but that's across 36 movies. Other names in the top 10 include Peter Jackson ("The Lord of the Rings"), Joe and Anthony Russo ("Avengers: Endgame"), and Michael Bay ("Transformers"). All of them have more franchise films under their belts. Nolan stands out.

Nolan's greatest hits

After scoring one of the biggest hits in history with "The Dark Knight," Nolan followed that up with an ambitious (and expensive) original sci-fi thriller in "Inception." Despite having a potentially tough concept to execute and sell, the movie was an absolute smash hit, taking in $728.5 million worldwide and earning a Best Picture nomination at the Oscars. Nolan would follow that up with "The Dark Knight Rises," which earned $1.08 billion and was DC's biggest movie ever at the time, but he's yet to make another franchise film since.

Next was "Interstellar" which, on the surface, had a sellable concept but proved to be a pretty heady, emotional trip. Audiences again turned out in droves, with the film making $647.8 million against a $165 million budget. In other words, another home run. What next? How about a World War II movie telling three parts of the same story from three different timelines in the form of "Dunkirk." $150 million budget, $512.3 million at the box office. Nolan is simply unstoppable. "Tenet," released under better circumstances, would have undoubtedly kept this amazing hot streak going.

Even his earlier, more modestly budgeted films such as "The Prestige" ($104 million/$40 million budget) are damn respectable. Plain and simple, Christopher Nolan does not miss. He budgets reasonably for the film at hand and audiences trust him almost implicitly now. If there's a safer filmmaker to bet on working today at this scale, and at this level of consistency, I'm struggling to find them. Sure, James Cameron knocks it out of the park every time, but we're lucky to get a movie from him once a decade at this point. Nolan is doing it every two or three years. That's impressive.'

#Christopher Nolan #Oppenheimer #The Prestige #Interstellar #Dunkirk #James Cameron #Tenet #The Dark Knight #Inception #The Dark Knight Rises #Steven Spielberg #Peter Jackson #Joe and Anthony Russo #Michael Bay #J.J. Abrams #David Yates #Barbie #Universal Pictures

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momma2boys · 1 year

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New Chapter Day!

Good morning, darlings!

Chapter 24: Spring 1940

When a a jet black Daimler pulls up in front of the cottage, Sherlock is given an opportunity he can't ignore.

Meanwhile, Mycroft waits on a Dover quay. (Special guest star this week, too!)

#lord peter wimsey #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #fanfic #cabaret #life is a cabaret #dunkirk #wwii au #enola holmes #big brother mycroft

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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.

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#i admit that i cheated here and there; left out some other fics that have come dangerously close to be orphaned #but these 10 fics here i would never delete in a hundred years #i sincerely hope that sasrh can become something like my next dunkirk phase bc dunkirk was an extremely productive and enjoyable time for me #fic meme #sas rogue heroes #paddy x eoin #reg x johnny #dunkirk #collins x farrier #collins x peter

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the-herdier · 2 years

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George and Peter during that one scene

#dunkirk #dunkirk george #dunkirk peter #get in loser we're going to hell

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insidecroydon · 6 months

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Purley schoolboy who reached for the sky in Battle of Britain

SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT: The Minster archives are full of accounts of those who gave their lives in the world wars. DAVID MORGAN recounts the story of one, a fighter pilot who just might have been memorialised in a famous movie Reach for the sky: Hurricane fighter aircraft on patrol during the Battle of Britain While I was searching for information about the 80th anniversary of the Croydon Operatic and…

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#302 (Polish) Squadron #A Matter of Life and Death #Battle of Britain #CODA #David Niven #Dunkirk #Kempton Park #Peter Carter #RAF #Remembrance Day #Winston Churchill

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gameofthrones2020 · 8 months

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Why Were There no Mass Style World War II Tank Battles During the Ukraine War

For the reader unaware of the Ukraine war, it has been taking place since 2014 until the present day. This is a conflict being waged by the Russian Federation led by Vladimir Putin against the free peoples of Ukraine. The war is being waged for many reasons, such as the expansion of NATO since the end of the Cold War in 1989 with the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet…

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 8 months

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-no” you whispered.

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

“No sir” you replied and he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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