I have a fic!
the Dunkirk hyper fixation is hitting super hard, soooo I made a fic. it's a one shot. its decently(?) angsty. a short biography on Tommy's life. hope yall enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85718551

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I have a fic!
the Dunkirk hyper fixation is hitting super hard, soooo I made a fic. it's a one shot. its decently(?) angsty. a short biography on Tommy's life. hope yall enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85718551
I watched Dunkirk again
there was no damn reason for them to sit so close on that beach when alex was so far away from them like you can’t tell me it was body heat those boys were in LOVE
Cannot get over how Gibson from Dunkirk (2017) is just so kind. I don't know if it's the right word, but motherfucker really went out of his way more than once to help others, in a way we don't see anyone else do. And maybe it's because of his guilt or whatever, but he's constantly helping Tommy -helping him hide, opening the ship's door, throwing him a rope to stay afloat- even when others aren't doing it, are saving their own skin first -which is understandable, the movie repeatedly shows us the importance of survival and how saving oneself is so crucial-. So you see men on boats shouting to be taken home, you hear people trapped in a sinking ship begging to get out, and yet even when he's in danger himself -Gibson is still trying to help. I don't even know what I'm trying to argue here, but Gibson makes me so fucking sad, and his attempts at surviving, while also taking care of others, is so... yeah.
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One nervous hand pressed against Phillipe’s cheekbone, as if worried that a slight pressure would break him. Please wake up. Just once. Please just wake up and see me and know I’m here. Know I’m here and I came back. Nothing. Tommy watched Phillipe’s eyes flicker beneath the almost wine-dark skin of his eyelids, and knew he was not in his mind, and barely in his body.
Credit to @alaqatzam for the idea 💖
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REDEMPTION | WRITING MASTERPOST
This month’s prompt was ‘Redemption’. Happy reading! Thank you to all who contributed <3
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