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-sucker for all things mackay- -resident ned kelly enthusiast- masterlist ☆ mini blurbs

[georgemackayhey]

☆masterlist☆

☆ requests

Good Boy! 

A Bad Day

Remember Me?

Listen To The Music

Home Again

Something Good

Make It Up To You

Lean On Me

Sight For Sore Eyes

Off Limits

Lucky Stars

Like Real People Do 18+

And I’m Coming For You Basically 18+

☆ originals

More Than A Night Out 18+

Silver Lining Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Rules For Falling In Love #1 - #2 - #3 - #4 - #5 - later blurb 

Worth Fighting For Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

☆ mini blurbs masterlist >

[nuriaxcc]

i need this man

[georgemackayhey]

YALL does..... does this not sound like Georgie boy???? 👀 Idk just close your eyes and pretend Mackay is a punk rocker, indulge me damn it

[georgemackayhey]

Hello! I love your content! Could you do some Bo Cash stuff? Preferably the fluffy, romantic stuff?

Bo Cash content incoming ..... I've always kind of had this blurb in the back of my mind so thank you for giving me a reason to bring it to life! Keeping it short bc I'm pressed for time but if yall want follow up to this blurb pls let me know!

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You'd saw him stretching toward the afternoon sun, contorting his figure into poses by the pool side. He was lean and fit and striking, too beautiful to be in a rundown place like this. Too beautiful to be in your presence, you thought.

"Bo! I stole dinner!" I voice little and far off called, and the man you'd been admiring turned at the sound of what must have been his name. You peered on as the man stretched to stand and shuffled out of your sight.

Sipping your tea, you pretended to occupy your time with the laundry on the line, and counted down the days until you were meant to leave here. You'd applied to university and had just received an acceptance letter in the mail a day ago. One piece of paper changed the direction of your life, yet your day went on the same as so many before it.

No matter why you'd wound up occupying the little camper van on the dullest side of the city, your days there finally became numbered, and nothing thrilled you more to know.

///

Bo cursed Rell, he'd only just gotten started stretching his limbs that day. And he'd barely gotten a good glimpse of you, the only reason he started yoga by the pool was so that he might have seen you out, that day. But Bo's stomach grumbled, so he turned toward dinner and hoped he could find a way close toward you by next sunset.

///

You sat out by the pool after a long night of planning your future. Planning what to pack and who to tell and how to make enough money to get you to where you planned on going. There was a book in your lap and a drink in your hand and a quiet in the night. The pool was far enough away from most campsites that it felt like a retreat, and close enough to yours that it wasn't a trek to get to. So the quiet was expected. Aside from the croaking of tree frogs in the distance, and a few cars rumbling down the far off freeway... nothing. So when the sound of the pool gate clattered, you turned in surprise.

Your jaw slacked ever so slightly when you saw him. Bo, the man you'd been staring at from across the campsite for a day or two now. He was finally right where you'd hoped you'd find him, alone with you.

///

Bo wasn't thinking when he stormed off, only trying to find space to clear his head. His frustrations and fears fogged his thoughts as he stomped toward the usually empty poolside. And when he looked up and saw you there, every worry and wonder faded from his head. All he saw was you. Finally.

///

"I'm sorry to interrupt I-" He stood awkwardly by the pool gate, assessing the way you sat. You snapped the book in your lap shut, and sat up perhaps too eagerly.

"You don't have to leave." You noted quickly, watching no change in the man's stance or uncertain expression. "It would be nice to have some company, for once." You boldly declare, letting a blush get the better of you all the while.

"Okay." He seemed to decide after a moment's consideration. You watch the man you'd been admiring move toward you, a caution in his step, an intensity in his gaze. His eyes fell too your lap and he asked what you were reading.

"Oh just some biography about a pianist. Glenn Go-"

"Glenn Gould?"

"Yeah, actually."

The man gleamed, seemingly enchanted. "I love him." He admitted. You sat there grinning just as wide, trying to comprehend just how divine this interaction felt. Like life had been leading up to this moment. Like life had been leading up to meeting...

"What is your name?" You wondered. Because you thought you knew it but didn't want to seem like some sort of creep that had been watching him from across the park for a handful of days...

"Bo. Yours?"

And after you'd told Bo what to call you, the floodgates slammed open and were torn off their imaginary hinges. The two of you didn't stop conversing for what felt like hours and hours on end. You were impressed by his vast knowledge, the shreds of it he shared in just this short time alone. You were taken aback by his honesty, listening with respectful intensity when he told you the exact events that led him and his family here tonight. You spoke assuredly when he asked you questions, because you could tell he was really listening to your answers.

There was a desperation to your interaction. Like you had only this one night to get to know Bo, and one chance to make an impression on him. But conversation flowed so easily, and the man sat so relaxed in the chair beside yours that time seemed to stall, and the air felt easier to breath all the while.

Then you asked Bo exactly why he'd come to the pool to escape at this odd hour of the night.

And he told you he'd gotten accepted into university, and had a big fight with his father about the ordeal. And then you asked him which university. And Bo revealed he'd been accepted to the same place you had been.

"I don't know what I'll do. How I'll get there. Or if I'll even be a realistically good fit. I just don't know..."

"Well one fact is for certain," You smiled at him. "If you wind up there, you'll have a friend waiting."

When you told Bo you had been accepted into the same school, he locked his stunning crystal eyes on yours and let his smiled grow wide as you'd seen it yet.

"Divine intervention. It must be." His words were softly spoken, and caused your body to buzz with excited wonder.

"If you need a way there, I leave in three days."

"I-I couldn't pay you. I wouldn't be any help at all." Bo sighed. He spoke a bit more about how frustrated he'd become with his parents for failing to prepare him for the real world. For how lost and hopeless he believed himself to be, despite quickly proving himself to be one of the more remarkable being you'd ever encountered.

"Come with me. Three days from now it won't matter what we do or don't know. It'll be a fresh start. Wanna?"

"But I-"

"Bo, yes or no. That's all you need to say." You smiled, leaning in closer toward his chair as he shifted there. The man you'd been shortly but intensely fascinated with started to nod, like he was winding up to answer for real.

"Yes. I'll go with you." Bo smiled and it was grin so stunning, it could've knocked you dead.

"I could use the company." You called back, making the both of you chuckle.

"Me too." Bo said. You soon gathered your drink and book, and let Bo promise he'd meet you poolside in three days' time. This new start just became all the more exciting.

[georgemackayhey]

Now that we are talking about your marvelous George Mackay series. I'm so obsessed with Rules to fall in love. Is there a way we can get a blurb anytime soon. Like when George and the reader are further into their relationship. Something like, really romantic and wholesome.

thank you thank you thank you nonny! im still so proud of that series... here is a little glimpse into their future for ya ;)

The pair of you fell in love in that little house outside of the city. The first place George purchased that wasn't some dilapidated apartment. The first place you'd felt comfortable overstaying your welcome in. But you were both ready for a change, for a bigger kitchen and a dining room with space enough to host your own weekend dinner parties.

George started scouting out for places in your price range, and with enough windows and garden space to keep you happy. After months of considering the pros and cons of many an English countryside villa, you'd both decided on the picture perfect ranch. It took you no time at all to pack up and start to settle in, after some taxing weeks of repairs and painting parties.

Once the home was relatively set up, there was less clutter and more room to fill up than you knew what to do with. George wondered aloud about using one of the few spare rooms as a library. You wondered about game nights and movie nights and all the wonderful ways you'd get to use your new kitchen.

Then came time for the house warming, planned entirely by George's sister. She ordered take away, corralled Dean and Claire into bringing desserts everyone tore through before dinner arrived; and her parents to bring wines that you stored away for future celebrations. Your new home was filled with the same old familiar faces you'd loved for a long time. You gushed about planning more parties and George's sweet sister hoped to stop back by tomorrow with board games in tow.

"Sorry sweet girl, but we've got some different plans." You frowned, ensuring that it wouldn't be too long before her wishes came true, though.

"We do?" George cocked a brow from the big leather sofa and peered your way. He didn't know it yet, but you had something up your sleeve.

"We do."

The next night you scurried to light candles and set up the vinyl player and spent hours watching George's favorite meal cooking to perfection. It was ready just as you saw his headlights reflecting up the driveway. You set up the table with your heartbeat in your throat, mixing your husbands favorite drink.

"What's all this?" He laughed, shuffling through the door. Everything was perfect.

"Come, sit, drink!" You demanded, reaching out to drag the man to the spot you'd set for him at the table. You gestured toward the rum and coke you'd made him and sat at adjacent seat at the head of the table.

"Are we celebrating, again? I can't believe you went through all this trouble." George's bright eyes shone as he scanned the set table.

"I wanted the first meal I made to be your favorite. And... we are celebrating again, because I've discovered the perfect way to set up one of our spare rooms."

"Well pour yourself a drink, love, we'll toast to our home settling into perfect shape as you tell me every detail of this new idea of yours!" He held his glass in his hand, watching you and waiting with a smile. You smiled too, but stayed settled in your chair.

"I can't drink, George." You hoped he'd gathered the confession behind your statement, and wondered why you were so nervous about what you were positively certain would be received as good news by your husband.

You watched as George heard you, you watched as the words processed in his head, as he connected the dots about how you'd known what to do with one of those spare rooms.

"You're-"

"Almost three months now, the doctor says."

George sprang from his seat and latched onto you in the blink of an eye, you never saw him move, you just felt his encapsulating hold all of a sudden. He spoke so fast you could barely understand a word but you could tell by the tone in his voice he was the happiest he'd ever been.

George rambled about how this was the best news and the best night and how much he loved you. He kissed you again and again and again until you had to push him back to his seat.

"I spent all damn night making you this dinner so you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself until you've eaten every fucking bite."

You chuckled, and he did too, as you wiped away a few stray tears from his stunning face.

"Are we to write out a set of rules for this? What do you think?" He asked between bites of food and after thanking you for making it so wonderfully.

"Luckily I think there are already enough rule books out there for this sort of thing." You laughed. "We may want to make a game plan for telling your family though. Your sister is going to rocket off to the moon and your mother may have a heart attack and perish before she gets to enjoy this grandchild she'd been begging me for before you and I even said 'I do' or slept together for that matter."

The pair of you laughed and dreamed of the future and you boasted over your well made dinner and George did in fact eat every last bite. No matter how unorthodoxly you'd come into making this your reality, your every day, you were more glad with each passing moment that George decided too fall in love with you, too.

[georgemackayhey]

I’d like to be tagged into the Worth a fighting For series please and thank you!

oh, no, thank YOU!!!!! this definitely motivates me to get that shit finished. i'll tag you in the next installment for sure. thanks for reading!

[the-curious-corvidae]

pour noctivagus

[mackayzy]

George MacKay in I CAME BY (2022).

[corporaloretsev]

Hugh Legat + dark blue sweater vest 

[filministic]

True History of the Kelly Gang (2019) dir. Justin Kurzel

[simpforbuckyb-deactivated202404]

Shittin tears rn

George Mackay as Ned Kelly in “true history of the kelly gang” 2019

[ch3rryblossoms]

hello i just wanted to come up here and remind y'all that

he 🤲

incase yall forgot

[silenceismychoir]

somebody free george mackay from the shackles of war films

[alandofmyth]

"Tilda Swinton, George MacKay and Stephen Graham will star in “The End,” a new musical about the last human family. The movie will be directed by Oscar-nominated filmmaker Joshua Oppenheimer (“The Act of Killing”) and will be released in North America by Neon, the studio behind “Parasite.” Production begins in 2022."

This is the sexiest news I have seen in a while

[kingofthepitt]

Official Trailer for WOLF (2021) dir. Nathalie Biancheri

[mockscreens]

Could I request some 1917 lockscreens please? That's my favorite movie of all time and I just absolutely love your lockscreens.

and there's more in my drafts!

please like/reblog if you save!

more lockscreens here!

[its-a-brand-new-kind-of-me]

“Matty loved George. They became inseparable during the shoot.” _ 

Marrowbone director Sergio G Sánchez via twitter

[callsign-fangirl]

I cant!!!! I’m so soft for this 😭