Using Aneurin's birthday (08.05.1987) as an excuse to draw Dunkirk's "Gibson".

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.

the thing i love the most about dunkirk fanfic is that every single one of us made the conscious decision to completely ignore the fact that tommy was just trying to take a shit when he met philippe

poetic cinema

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.

Dunkirk gang as texts my friends sent part 3/?

Part 2 Part 4

Tommy: The floor is lava!

Peter: *helps George onto the counter*

Alex: *kicks Gibson off the sofa*

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collins after an argument with gibson: called a weird french bitch out for being a wee cow on my photo and he's threatened tae come to scotland and beat me up omg je suis shitting my pantalons x

Aneurin Barnard as Gibson in Dunkirk 

I'm sorry it had to be done

Dunkirk (2017)

“Men my age dictate this war. Why should we be allowed to send our children to fight it?”

i read all philippe/tommy fics in english on ao3 please provide for me

There were signs, Tommy knows this now. The hastily tied boots next to a dead man's exposed feet, a too-small uniform that barely kept him warm, especially as it shrunk with cold saltwarer, giving him rigid posture and a small but noticeable limp on those last days. The sort of vulpine cunning as he silently directed Tommy to make sure they both looked like soldiers cast off in the first aid ship sunk at the mole, pulling themselves underwater to join the rest of the survivors. Anxious looks that said "if we look the part, we get to go home." Who knows how long he’d been trying to escape this.

let my sweet boys get the rest they deserve

Decided to take screenshots of Tommy and Gibson -I'm at my third rewatch of Dunkirk (2017) of the month so might as well do something with that (last time was paying attention to details, before that it was paying attention to the sound, and now it's taking pictures like I'm the mother in Mean Girls)-:

(I'd say click on the images for better quality but I'm afraid I suck at screenshots)

(For those who can't see it's just Tommy and Gibson from Dunkirk being sad and doing crime)

Deleting all dating apps I’m going to find love the old fashioned way (I see him burying a dead body on Dunkirk beach)