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songsbygumi · 2 days

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If the sun refuse to shine

| Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary- The first and last time Gojo Satoru called you 'wifey,' and the few moments in between.

Warnings - Angst, canon events, use of the pet name "wifey" so if that makes you cringe pls keep scrolling, first fic ever xd and ofc poor used of the english language, no mention of readers name.

A/N- this is my first fic ever in english so I really tried my best, heavily inspired by intro (end of the world) by Ariana Grande. Thanks to my beta Fatima (biggest Megumi fan), finally this can be read as gender neutral if you don't mind the pet name mention in the warnings, enjoy

It was a hot summer day, the first time Gojo Satoru called you "wifey," though you didn’t even notice, head too deep in your book.

“Lame,” Suguru murmured, loud enough for Gojo to hear, followed by Shoko’s laughter. Yet, Gojo stood tall, brushing off his friends' mockery.

“Wifey!” he repeated, this time louder for you to hear. Your face lifted from the pages to meet his intense blue gaze. “W—What?” you stammered, your words stumbling out as your cheeks flushed.

Gojo's smile widened, his eyes fixed on you, appreciating your embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he inquired, laying his head in your lap, and guiding your hand to his hair, inviting your touch.

“I thought they weren’t dating” Haibara interjected a couple of meters away from the couple, a confused expression on his face. “They aren't” Nanami clarified.

Since that summer, the pet name stuck around like second nature. Every time it escaped Gojo’s lips, you couldn't help but turn to see his grin and his eyes already locked on you.

So, as Nanami had declared years ago, you weren’t dating. Of course not, but there was an undeniable magnetic pull between you two. It was sweet and comfortable, the feeling that makes you blush whenever Gojo glanced at you during important meetings (don’t bother asking him what they were about, as he only remembers the way your hair touched your face), elicited butterflies in your stomach with his smile, the unspoken gratitude when you hug him after a long mission, clinging to him for the entire night, accompanied by the feeling in his chest the next morning when you are making breakfast in one of his t-shirts, and of course, you can't forget to mention the goodbye kisses before having to leave for too long that taste sweeter than the usual ones.

Satoru and you have been in love for too long now. You had orbited each other for years, supporting one another through thick and thin. Whether it was the loss of Haibara or Suguru's descent into madness, even that time where he came home with two clueless children. You were there, you were each other's constants.

You have been through a lot, the scary lonely nights when he was sealed away from you keeping you awake every night, with endless thoughts of what could have been different and wondering if you could ever get to see him again, the ghost of his touch haunting you every day until you saw him again.

“Don’t do that to me again” you demanded, crushing him in a tight hug. “Never again, love.” He kissed your head and hug you back.

The first night he was back in your house, the words “Nanami is dead” slipped from your mouth, and for the first time since your best friend's passing, tears flowed freely, comforted only by Satoru's presence as you mourned.

The days that followed were slow and filled with sweet moments. You cherished every opportunity to hold each other, every kiss on your skin, and every gaze filled with love, silently acknowledging the inevitable, but neither of you dare to mentioned it.

On the 24th of December…

Your mouth was dry, your chest tight, your hands cold and sweaty. "He is the strongest" you repeated in your head, seeking reassurance. “Are you okay?” Satoru asked, holding your hands together. “Yeah, fine” you tried to smile, but it felt wrong, knowing he could see through it.

“Gojo Sensei!” Itadori's energetic voice made you tremble slightly. Satoru released your hand with a final squeeze. “Your cursed technique is in the way,” Itadori continued saying while you started to lost touch with reality, your feet rooted to the spot, eyes welling with tears., “he’s the strongest” you whispered, clenching your fists so tightly it hurt.

“Wait!” your voice was drowned out by the chants cheering Satoru on. “Toru, wait!” you tried again. “TORU” this time his head turned around searching for you. “Wifey?” he asked, trying to spot you. “Toru, over here” you raised your hand. “This way, Sensei” Yuta guided Satoru's attention towards you, and you offered him a reassuring smile.

“What’s wrong, wifey?” He brushed a piece of hair from your face. “You wouldn’t be doubting me now, right?” “You wouldn’t be doubting me now, would you?” he chuckled. “Shut up, Satoru” you playfully swatted his chest, but a sob escaped your throat. Satoru sighed, cupping your cheeks. “I will bring Megumi back to you, I will bring back our son, wifey, I swear everything will be fine, we will…”

"Ask me," you interrupted. "Ask me, Toru." His face showed confusion for just a second, and your heart thundered, just to relax when understanding flooded his eyes. "If you ask me now, the answer will be yes; it has always been yes." He smiled sadly, kissing the top of your head, your nose, and finally your lips.

He pulled away smiling and you tried to chase him back. “Not yet, wifey” hand on your cheek, stroking it. “So, I really hope the answer will still be yes when I come back” he smiled cheekily at you and removed his touch from you. “I come back.”

You caught Satoru one last time, kissing him with fervor. There were so many words left unsaid, so many experiences left unlived. “Please God, let him come back to me” you prayed silently, releasing him. “I love you, Toru” you whispered for his ears only. “I love you more” That was the last thing he said to you.

The world stopped right in front of your eyes. There would never be a white dress or Satoru's blue eyes locked on you with a smile as you walked down the aisle, Megumi beside him as his best man. There would never be happy family dinners with Megumi trying to hide his grin at Satoru’s antics, no more lazy mornings in his embrace, or Satoru pouting whenever you denied him something. And there would never be another "wifey" leaving his lips. You watch it burn.

the sun stopped its shine.

#moonswritres #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #reader x jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo x you #gojo angst #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru

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tsibeyantiger · 9 hours

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I had the inconvenience to read a post where it said that percabeth was a bad ship because they don't seem to LIKE each other and I'm like??????????? How can anybody not get THAT? Like seriously, think about it for just a minute.

Imagine you are Annabeth. Your family pretty much abandoned you. Your newfound sister died so you could make it out alive. When you were just seven years old. It is hard for you to trust anyone because you keep on losing who matters to you. And you know about the prophecy and that you won't leave camp until the kid from the prophecy shows up (if Chiron hasn't said that, I'm sure Annabeth was able to connect the dots). The kid who's gonna die when he turns 16 to save Olympus OR destroy it. So you're NOT supposed to like him, even though you know your pathes will cross. You expect him to be a son of Zeus, which would be fine. You can be his deputy in battle, just as your mom is Zeus', and when he dies, it's gonna be "Farewell, my lord, it was an honour to fight under your command". Not very delightful, but you are used to worse.

Then Percy shows up. And he is a son of POSEIDON. Not at all what you expected, yet it's your destiny to interact somehow with him. What if he turns out evil? What if you're the one who HELPS him destroy Olympus? Okay, no, no, no, stop. You are NOT SUPPOSED to like him AT ALL. But- he is kinda charming. Not the arrogant, wrath filled rowdy you'd expect. A troublemaker, yes, but he's trying to be nice to everyone, always roots for the underdogs, doesn't care about your parents' rivalry and is incredibly skilled yet totally unaware of it. You go on the quest. You safe the world. And you realise he is kind and brave and just and will never turn evil. This is the hero who will die while defending Olympus. And you're the fool who couldn't avoid falling in love with him.

Fast forward. Percy keeps on doing annoyingly cute and noble stuff you wish you never saw because it makes you like him even more. The photo. Tyson (you don't like him, but it IS wholesome that Percy chose to be his friend when no one else was). The moment he gave Clarisse the fleece. Then you get kidnapped and he travels across the whole country to save you, even lifts the sky for you. And then he says he chooses the prophecy and you give up all hope (you've spend hours and hours thinking whether you'd want Thalia to die or Percy, and you feel so guilty for it). He doesn't even know the full meaning, but you are just sure he'd make the same choice if he knew it means death, all to protect a little boy he hardly knows.

And you're like: Fuck this. Too late to run from your feelings. You're already in love. Your heart's gonna be broken anyways. So, you decide to try your luck. If you're gonna miss him for a lifetime, it shall be worth it. And THEN, suddenly, Rachel shows up. Like, this is no average teenage love triangle drama bullshit. OF COURSE, Annabeth explodes like a volcano. Any of us would.

Meanwhile, Percy doesn't know shit and is just hella confused. He doesn't know the content of the prophecy, doesn't know much about Greek mythology and whenever he does, he doesn't care. He just gets the impression that Annabeth hates him, yet somehow seeks his company. Percy has close to zero confidence, due to him also being often abandoned and ending up as a failure and an outsider, so it's probably the second part that's harder to understand, but he tries to make the best of it. He is kind and patient, offers Annabeth his friendship and ultimately, she accepts. Not for a second he'd imagine she might be in love with him, Because This Is Not How People Behave. From his perspective, Annabeth tends to act like a bitch out of nowhere, sometimes she pushes him away, sometimes she wants him to come closer. He accepts this somehow, but of course he gets frustrated sometimes. Who wouldn't?

But still he never even thinks about going low contact. He never questions their friendship, he always wants Annabeth as close as possible. And people say they don't LIKE each other? Please!

#percy jackson #the conflicts they have root in the disequilibrium of what they know about the future #cuz when they meet Percy is like “only good things in my life are my mom and my best friend so if this girl hates me It's business as usual”#and Annabeth is like: “my only chance to be ever happy is my sworn enemy and doomed to die and still I'm somehow in love with him”#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #percabeth #annabeth chase #the lightning thief #sea of monsters #the titans curse #battle of the labyrinth #the last olympian

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ghostlytide · 2 days

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For Business Only | One

I hope you like it ^^

Vincent Renzi x Fem! Reader----1.6K

MASTERLIST -> Next

Synopsis:

After the whirlwind affair Vincent and you shared years ago, he was sure his goodbye was definitive. A fleeting memory filled with both regret and a peculiar ache that he can’t quite place. But life wishes to scorn him once again when his newest case obliges him to seek out your help. Though this case isn’t the only complicated thing in this strictly professional relationship—not with the way his heart seems to jump at your proximity, or the already familiar tune of your voice. For all the things that had changed, would this mean your story could have a different ending now?

General Tags: Second Chance/Exes to Lovers; Slow Burn; |They were Coworkers; Denial of Feelings; Pining & Longing; Idiots in Love; Eventual Friends (?) with Benefits (?); English isn't my first language so watch out for typos;

It was a late spring night when Vincent said his goodbye to you, so it was only fair that your reencounter would occur in another.

Life played both hommage and karma at him, remembering his words: You may forever hate me, but I promise you that you'll never see me ever again. I've bothered you enough.

That night, he had regained the common sense that had slipped out his grasp since you entered the law firm as an intern; eager to learn from whoever would spare you a glance for something more than to request their thousandth cup of coffee.

Of course, he did.

And how could he not to? When you were so bright and cheerful, all the opposite from those seniors who had seen the worst, to experience who knows how many times the balanced and blind justice's weight to tip at the wrong side. To have to face the client's hopeless expression.

Of course, you'd probably be sheltered from such a dark world at your station once you reached juniorship. But that wasn't the point right now.

Just as it wasn't the point to reminisce. He felt as ashamed as it could be possible while climbing the stairs of the skyscraper, which on the inside was decorated with pieces of steel, glass, and contemporary art that combined perfectly against the simple columns and the frescoes painted in the dome of the main hall.

Vincent shouldn't be overwhelmed by the sight, but he'd never been inside the Building of the Société Générale, white marble walls against a dark mosaic creating a cube to showcase the colorful paintings hung on the walls.

The secretary at the front desk showed him the way to the elevator behind the reception, polished black walls against the metal door as Vincent felt a pull in the pit of his stomach—either for the sudden upward movement or for nervousness, he didn't wish to dwell much on it.

Walking much faster than he wanted to, the secretary passed through an empty, quiet hallway in which Vincent could read a myriad of plaques varying from Accounting Department, all the way to Human Resources.

Finally, she stopped at a door labeled as Banking Associate: Cultural Department. Calling your name, she said: "Monsieur Favrè has sent his lawyer impromptu to meet you."

A muffled voice—your muffled voice echoed in the still hallway, stirring old memories inside of him he wasn't aware of keeping in the first place. "Alright. Let him come in."

A simple nod and the woman was gone. It was only the two of you now.

He took his time, a skipping beat. At the same time, you finished writing away at your keyboard. Then the door was closed with a gentle click.

"Monsieur Delaroux, what can I do for y—" A tentative pause, your bright, smart eyes locked into his. "Vincent?"

This hadn't been the deal planned out in his mind; he was almost hoping you'd ask, with a puzzled voice, who he was as if memory could morph at will rather than being one's source of torture.

So many years passed since he heard his name coming out of your soft lips, that if he remembered quite well, would taste like mocca and vanilla. But why was he remembering that now, from all times?

"Hello," he said, an awkward smile shining in the well-lit office. He put one of his hands inside the pocket of his dress pants, suppressing the childish urge to wave.

You blinked. "What… what are you doing here?"

"I know this isn't what we agreed on," he started, using small steps to get closer to the desk, as if you were a deer likely to run off, or a lion ready to pounce. Vincent had no idea which of the two could be worse. "But I need your assistance for a case. You're the most capable person I can think of, so I had to come and ask for your help."

Reclining from your seat, he let the words simmer into you, using the little time he had to look around your office, part of him was curious to see if he could still recognize a glimpse of the old you, and what he could learn from the present.

"How did you find me?" you asked, hands gesturing from him to sit in front of your desk.

"There are not many art lawyers with your name," he said, slightly flustered he had to admit about searching your name among colleagues, prying into your life when his promise was all the contrary. It wasn't the first time he felt like a fool, yet prideful because he was here for work.

And solely for work.

"I have a case linked with a small private art collection." His voice was plain, devoid of any emotion. He wasn't Vincent right now, the man that tried not to break your heart but failed terribly; he was Maître Renzi one of the talented lawyers from the before small law firm that now was rising like smoke after every case taken. "A murder. Probably linked to the growing art stock. I need an expert in the subject to conduct the required procedures."

"Since when do you take cases about private art collectors?" you hummed, eyes almost twinkling with amusement from all those times he had shit on the upper class and their slippery ways around the judicial system.

It was a good sign that you weren't bringing up his words last spoken, the past that at this moment felt too much aflush despite the time trying to bury it.

"This one is an exception." He couldn't help but get defensive, feeling like a stupid teenage boy being teased despite you being quite some years younger than him. "The owner of the law firm assigned me this case directly. We need to win so the firm can have an expansion." Which meant more law specialties, and more hired lawyers. And then it was… "They're even considering putting an Art Law department."

You could join, he almost said foolishly. Why would you like to be coworkers with him again, when that exact professional relationship prompted all the rest?

You seemed to be thinking the same. "It'll pay well," he added before you could say anything that derailed from his sketched conversation. "And it can help with your curriculum." Vincent signaled to the plaque in front of your computer, reading Junior Consultant. "It could be the case that turns you into a Senior."

There it was the ghost of you, biting your bottom lip in a pondering manner while your gaze was glued to the empty seat next to him.

"What makes you think you're going to win?"

"Have some faith in me, will you?" He chuckled, though deep inside he knew what you meant. It was a question that always lingered at the bottom of his mind, the one that stole his sleep some nights.

"Vincent—"

"Trust me. This is a high-profile case, very important for all people involved. I need your help. I know you're the only person that can help me." He couldn't make another empty promise. To never see you again? Vincent just broke it, and the opposite of that, to be partnered with you as colleagues didn't sound appropriate either. "You're the only one I can trust to remain on my side even if everything goes to shit," Vincent muttered after a while, blue eyes searching for yours as he tried to convince you with pity, even. Because you could never say no to him, and because this case was obliged to use all the desperate, creative measures he could think of.

Though Vincent wasn't lying about said statement. And you knew it.

You looked at him in a long, silent gaze that felt strangely, annoyingly charged inside the medium-sized office, silent so thick he heard the moment you chortled, a breathy, contained laugh that blessed him with the tiniest of smiles.

"Send me the generalities of the case so I can give it a glance tomorrow and write the protocol to follow."

"If tomorrow is one of your free days, we can discuss it over lunch," Vincent found himself saying before his brain could tell him to do better. "I'll give you a printed copy of everything so you can revise it easier. I apologize, but due to the nature of this case, I don't find myself comfortable with sharing this information via remote."

You put away the pencil you were playing with, settling it against the wooden desk with a thunk. "Breakfast. Tomorrow at 9 AM meet me at the Fontaine Saint-Sulpice. We can go to a nearby café once there." Looking from your computer to him, you arched an eyebrow. "Something else you need? You should go before the receptionist notices that you aren't Monsieur Favrè's lawyer."

He shrugged. "I showed her my card, she didn't say anything."

"Well, I'm not allowed to take private clients while on my shift."

"I'm not a client, we're colleagues."

You gestured away. "Wording. You know what I mean."

"You're a lawyer, Mademoiselle, wording matters."

"I write contracts and track art exhibits, Vincent," you told him in a familiar tone he recognized from when you two engaged in a well-needed, unwinding banter. "The one asked to give speeches is you, not me."

"Well, then you better prepare for an exception, because you will have to declare at court about your findings." Vincent heard your sigh and took in the sight of your angry pout, one you dedicated at him when it was time to get out of his office and help other junior lawyers while on your time as an intern. He was surprised to find it as charming as it once was. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

He stood up, torn between walking facing you or just striding toward the door. He did the last one, turning to smile at you while his hand tapped to feel the door's handle.

It was his time to call your name. "Thank you. Truly."

You nodded, one of the locks of your hair falling toward your brow, obscuring your view. "I'll see you tomorrow, Vincent."

#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi #vincent renzi fanfiction #anatomy of a fall fanfiction #swann arlaud x reader

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rainfern · 1 month

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My darling sibling @dyingslowlybutfasterthanyouare has reminded me that tumblr exists and is a thing that I have so uh... here we go.

This is the fan binding of my favorite barduil fanfic seeking a friend for the end of the world by the very talented @scary-grace! My sibling and I worked on this together, (the first time that they worked on a binding at all, everyone give them a round of applaude for those chapter headings), and it was a lot of fun!

It is also the longest fic I have ever attempted to bind, coming out at nearly 800 pages! Previously the largest I'd done was about 350, so when it was first printed I sort of stared at it in terror and then let it sit on my desk for several months before finally getting started on it.

The fic itself is what I have been affectionately calling a zom-com road trip fake dating au, so I tried to put a lot of road trip elements in the design. The paragraph breaks all show the progress of their journey, with the little car moving forward as they get closer to their destination. And I was very pleased when I found road trip cover paper with the phrases "Do not pass," "stay on path," and "on the menu" included. That last one has me giggling every time I see it. I am very proud of how it turned out and can't wait to post more binds as I make them!!

#bookbinding #books #lord of the rings #barduil #fanfic #fanbinding #seeking a friend for the end of the world #binderary2024

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moviemosaics · 1 month

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Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

directed by Lorene Scafaria, 2012

#Seeking a Friend for the End of the World #Lorene Scafaria #movie mosaics #Keira Knightley #Steve Carell #Martin Sheen #Patton Oswalt

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marinah2oblue · 4 months

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Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

#seeking a friend for the end of the world #keira knightley #steve carell #film

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aesthetically0b5essed · 1 year

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Penny: I wish I'd met you a long time ago. When we were kids.

Dodge: It couldn't have happened any other way. It had to happen now.

Penny: But it isn't enough time.

Dodge: It never would have been.

Penny: I'm scared.

Dodge: I... am madly in love with you, Penny. You're my favorite, favorite thing.

Penny: I thought that somehow we'd save each other.

Dodge: We did. Penny. I'm really glad I got to know you.

#seeking a friend for the end of the world #favorites #movies #my posts #mine

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2amvoicemail · 8 months

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"SEEKING A FRIEND FOR THE END OF THE WORLD" DID NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO DESTROY ME LIKE THAT

LORENE SCAFARIA, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? HOW DID YOU DIRECT SOMETHING THAT HAD THE ABILITY TO MAKE MY HEART BLOOM LIKE A FIELD OF WILDFLOWERS AND THEN WITHER AND DIE IN AN HOUR AND 41 MINUTES??????

#seeking a friend for the end of the world #bittersweet #movies #screenwriting

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hellashead · 1 year

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моё любимое занятие - заходить в пинтерест и сохранять фотографии приятных моему глазу людей**

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aeaeaexxzd · 1 year

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Steve Carell babygirl

#steve carell #not to be one of those “i did it first” bitches #but ive been saying steve carell is hot since the i first laid eyes on him #hes soooooooooooo sexy #like insane levels....i desperately need to see his pussy #my screenshots #fredwatch #:#seeking a friend for the end of the world

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bibliophileiz · 1 year

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Ranking Keira Knightley movies I've seen

Found this ranking I made of Keira Knightley movies in one of my old notebooks and had to share with the world this new year's eve (worth noting that some of them like Imitation Game and Anna Karenina weren't originally on the list, so I added them tonight)

Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace - Keira Knightley is not in it enough. when she is, she's indistinguishable from Natalie Portman. 1/10

Princess of Thieves - baby Keira Knightley chops off all her hair and makes me bisexual. is a cutie with a reasonable amount of chemistry with the charming love interest. wins over grouchy dad by saving england and being good at archery. 8/10

King Arthur - Keira's acting is great but i don't think the writers knew what to do with her. i do love her costumes though. 5/10

Never Let Me Go - i barely remember anything about this movie. book was probably better. -1/10

Atonement - OMG!!! the PASSION. the YEARNING. this is the first tragic WWII romance i ever experienced and it DELIVERS. mostly though it's the green dress. the one she's wearing when she has sex with the faun from the narnia movies. that green dress belongs in Titanic or something illustrious. i don't think this movie's appreciated enough. i think it's time for a rewatch. 12/10

The Nutcracker and the Four Realms - little known (no one but my mom and i ever saw it) but holy SHIT is the world missing out. Keira puts on this high-pitched voice as the EVIL SUGAR PLUM FAIRY in a giant tuto. she is by far the best thing about the movie which unfortunately is lackluster in every way. 6/10 and all 6 are for her

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World - this movie should not be allowed to be so darn cute when it's about the literal apocalypse but it is and Keira is cute in it. she gets to go on a roadtrip with Steve Carrell in hopes of seeing her parents again before a giant meteor hits the earth and kills everyone. has a surprisingly touching ending. 8/10

Begin Again - i like anything where Keira sings. she's also a good role model for mark ruffalo's daughter in this. not my favorite John Carnye movie (that would be Sing Street which came out three years later) but definitely watchable. 7/10

Love Actually - why didn't they let Keira do anything in this movie? -2/10

Imitation Game - more tragic WWII stuff, though not as gutting as Atonement. Keira gets a turn playing the normal (albeit v. smart) person playing opposite Benedict Cumberbatch being weird. she does just as good a job as Martin Freeman while being way hotter. (also helps that the movie is better written than Sherlock.) her story isn't the tragic part and i'm not going to make jokes about Alan Turing who deserved much better than he got. 7/10

Anna Karenina - despite plalying the character whose name is the title, Keira was not in this enough. costumes were good but movie was approximately 1000 years long. still haven't forgiven my college boyfriend for making me watch it. -5/10

Pride & Prejudice - not my favorite Austen adaptation but you can't say Keira's not having the time of her life. she's a little giggly -- Elizabeth is more dry -- but she's definitely pretty and does a good job with the material given. Rosamund Pike may be the only person as good as her. 6/10

Bend It Like Beckham - the movie that launched a thousand lesbians. Keira gets put on the map as a tiny cute blond tomboyish lesbian soccer (ahem, *football*) player. she's a treat. 10/10

Pirates of the Caribbean - THE Keira Knightley movies. the dresses? check. the sword fighting? check. Pirate King with men falling at her feet? check, check, and check. best thing about the triology. got to kiss three dudes (sao feng doesn't count), gives a rousing third act speech, and gets to be the character who got the "keeps removing weapons from more and more illogical places on her person" trope. plus she sings! (a little.) disney did not deserve her and neither did any man in those movies. (orlando came closest though) 10 million/10

#keira knightley #pirates of the caribbean #bend it like beckham #princess of thieves #atonement #imitation game #nutcracker #king arthur #pride & prejudice #begin again #seeking a friend for the end of the world #i actually have seen the duchess as well but i don't remember much about it either so i didn't include it.#also i can't stand ralph fiennes except in prince of egypt so #ALSO really want to see colette

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