This Movie... Oh, This Movie. It Melted My Heart, Then Ripped It Out Of My Chest, Then Threw It On The

This movie... Oh, this movie. It melted my heart, then ripped it out of my chest, then threw it on the ground, stomped on it until it was nothing but dust. And Lucas, you have made it onto my list of fictional husbands, a compliment of the highest order.

I just finished watching Jagten with Mads Mikkelsen (an old movie, I know) and I haven't been so angry and fired on about anything in a long time as I was with this movie. I don't want to write it down in detail so I don't want get some hate for my opinion. But I really wanted to hug Mads and take him away, put him in my bedroom and defend him from those idiots.. 😭 Those last two minutes were exactly how I feel among some people around me.

(I don't mean my mutuals here, you are my spiritual support 🕊️)

Like seriously, it was very strong and disturbing movie for me. 😵😵😵

And Mads is so brilliat actor, I really admire him so much. 💖

Personally, you can take my money!

Shadow and Bone 2x05

THIS IS SO CUTE! *keyboard smashing intensifies.* 

Hi. I'm wondering if your gif imagines are still open. If so, may I request something cute and fluffy with this gif??:

Because I just got into the fandom and am DESPERATE for fics! Thanks in advance! :)

Hi Jessyca, tysm for the GIF ask! Below you'll find the short blurb I wrote for it. Welcome to the Peaky fandom! If you'd like some additional reading, here's a link to my Masterlist (I write for most characters) and a link to my Rec List for my fave content creators. Enjoy!

Takes One to Know One

You closed your eyes as you attempted to regulate your labored breathing to sound of the steady ragtime music. Placing your hand to your chest, you grasped for the weight of the stolen necklace at your throat, repeating the lie your aunt had rehearsed with you if someone should stop you. I'm Lady Sarah of Connemara, you whispered confidently. By the time anyone realized Lady Sarah didn't exist, you would be long gone. If you could find your way out that was.

The ballroom had grown increasingly crowded and you couldn't be sure of the way you had entered. As you tried in vain to find the exit, an irate looking older man surveyed the crowd and you recognized him instantly as the companion of the woman you'd robbed. You needed cover fast.

Glancing around quickly, you picked the first person you could find. "Dance with me," you insisted, grabbing an unsuspecting man by the arm and dragging him toward the dance floor. A look of confusion swept over his face, but you missed it as you glanced over your shoulder to see if you were still being followed.

You raced to join the throng of people circulating around the floor, packed tightly enough to conceal you. As you pushed your way to the center, your bodies collided with another couple who jeered at you as you passed. Your dance partner apologized briefly before turning to face you, his blue eyes wide as you stepped close to him and pulled his arm to your waist.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Sarah," you replied distractedly, peering over his shoulder. "Lady Sarah....of Connemara," you corrected yourself, nearly forgetting your title. Bringing your full attention back to him, you quickly recovered with a dazzling smile.

"I'm Tommy," he said, eyes dropping to the precious gems at your throat. "That's a very pretty necklace, Lady Sarah," he complimented you.

"Thank you, it's, erm...a family heirloom," you lied, pleased to note you were quickly being carried away from where you started.

As you danced you noted how he carefully moved in time to the music, conversation scarce as he concentrated on the steps of the fox trot. You smiled at his genuine attempt to impress you and as you watched him, you realized he didn't seem as though he belonged there either. His suit was clean and pressed, but it wasn't the finest material available and his haircut was decidedly lower class.

However, you found yourself staring at his chiseled cheekbones and bright eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He must have felt the attraction as well, smirking at you knowingly with a hint of mischief in his eye. You giggled as he pressed a hand to your back, spinning you in the direction of the exit.

Despite the fun you were having flirting, you remembered you had a car waiting. Keeping your eye fixed on the door at each turn, you bided your time before dropping Tommy's hand suddenly. Thanking him for the dance, you turned to leave, only to feel him grasp your wrist, pulling you back to him.

Tommy's lips brushed your ear gently, hot breath ghosting over the side of your face as he whispered, "I won't tell anyone about the stolen necklace if you give me your telephone number."

You looked back at him slowly, paralyzed with shock. "I don't know what you mean," you said shaking your head.

A smug grin painted his handsome features as he cocked an eyebrow at you. "You're a thief, love, and not a very good one."

Your mouth dropped open at the accusation, mostly because he'd guessed correctly when you thought you'd done a fairly good job fooling everyone around you. "How did you know?" you asked with a gulp.

"Takes one to know one, I reckon," he said. "Now about that number?"

Gimme two pictures that radiate the same energy. Here, I’ll go first.

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