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I have finally finished the first art i ever made for this movie
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Once a month I remember that I can draw more than just cartoon heads
"And I adore these dolls as if they were my own children."
The text in the second picture is a fragment of the lyrics of the song: "Columnist. Not a communist. Where there is capital, I am an artist. Where I'm an actor. Where I'm an ascetic. Buy a DJ some cassettes. Buy a girl a corset. Buy a grandpa a tobacco pouch. Buy a dervish a sumac. I'm not crazy at all."
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I had to do it.
#trainspotting#t2 trainspotting#irvine welsh#sick boy#rent boy#simon williamson#mark renton#spud#franco#francis begbie
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"Choose your future. CHOOSE LIFE."
My god, the accessories these two would come with as Barbie dolls 😵
#trainspotting#irvine welsh#mark renton#simon williamson#sick boy#ewan mcgregor#jonny lee miller#rent boy#barbie#barbie movie
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he looks so slutty in this ‼️
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idk
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#trainspotting#90s#letterboxd#cinema#art#film#alternative#punk#nu metal#ewan mcgregor#rent boy#90s movies#spud#danny boyle
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Okay idc what anyone says or whatever- they so hooked up after this scene, before they then went to the nightclub. Like- they literally watched a Sextape together and then realized they’re horny and not longer under the drug induced absence of a Sex drive. Yeah… I do that everyday with my bros, totally not sus at all… c’mon guys xD
#trainspotting#sickrent#simon williamson#mark renton#sick boy#rent boy#gay#suspicious#and they were roommates
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even having a shotgun pointed at them, not once did simon let go of mark and even—only just a little bit—shifted himself in front of mark as if to take the brunt first
#i'm so Normal about them i promise#(i spend every waking moment thinking of them)#t2 trainspotting#trainspotting#mark renton#rent boy#simon williamson#sick boy#sickrent
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#artists on tumblr#digital art#illustration#fanart#digital drawing#wip#trainspotting#trainspotting 1996#mark renton#sick boy#sickrent#simon williamson#rent boy#art critique
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Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting (1996) as Mark (Rent boy) Renton (+edited).
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#edit#photoshop#layout#psd#twitter layout#header#icon#ewan mcgregor#trainspotting#mark renton#rent boy
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I can’t get over you
#trainspotting#ewan mcgregor#mark renton#simon williamson#sickboy#sickrent#sick boy#rentboy#rent boy
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Rents
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hole o’ the toon / mark renton x fem!reader
a/n: as a scottish person i am legally obliged to write fanfic about scottish ppl in scots dialect. (note: im not from edinburgh so the dialect might be off a little). sorry if you can’t understand a word of this lmaoo i’m just experimenting
summary: begbie does something out of order to reader and rent boy’s there to (kinda) comfort n make a plan.
cw: written in scots dialect, usual trainspotting stuff, drug ment, swearing, injury, hurt/comfort, reader has not ‘chosen life’ so to say, begbie’s an arsehole.
— How dare ye fucken waltz in here. Begbie hid said, starein fucken daggers it ye.
Naw yer right tae be in their turf, efter awh the shite ye dae. But whit kin ye dae? Free country n awh att. Didnae seem free whin Begbie wis anywhere in ae perimeter. Ye make yer way tae the bog, fixin yer eyes on anything thit wisnt att cunts face.
When ye come oot he’s right er, snooker pole in haun, in a stance thit made it oot as if he wis aboot tae whack it o’er yer heed. ‘Ah’ll nivir lay a haun oan a wummun’ he wance said, load a shite. Ye seen the skelpers oan his misses. Ye ken he’d dae it tae yersel if he wanted.
— Skaggin’ in er a bet. Fucken skaggin’ skank! Begbie sneered. Poison in his spit as it volleyed oot his mooth n ontae yer face.
Ye staggered back, face scrunched up in cringe. A heavy huff a air left yer nostrils n ye glared at ‘um. — Fucken Prick!
Ye lunged at ae cunt, grabbin at ae snooker pole n geid him a Glesga kiss; like yer auld man taught ye. Then a knee tae ae baws, ae moustache cunt yelled. He stepped back, clutching his crotch, his free haun gaun fur his glass boatle. Ye shimmied yer fingers, gesturing ‘Mon en’. Bein aff the skag n oan the uppers meant ye thought ye wur baw-jaws half ae time. Naw even Begbie frightened ye anymore. Ye’d been frew too much noo. N nae cunt kenned aboot it.
Ae reality wis, Begbie coulda killt ye right er if awh the lads nivir hawded um back. Rents, Sick Boy, even Spud wae his gammy arms. Lads at the bar starin, dumbfoonded.
— Entertainin, like? Ye fancy watchin a man threatin a wummun? Sae much fur fuckin hard men, like. Yer words wur steamin oot ye.
— You’re wanten a death wish, ats wit! Sick Boy shouted. He hid the fucken cheek tae talk. Awh ye could dae wiz laugh it ae pansy.
— If a see yer whorin’ face anywhur again, yer deid hen, YER DEID. Begbie tried going fur ye again, slidin oot the guy’s airms. Ae intensity of ae situation goat a haud ah ye and ye bolted oot the door, flashing a finger tae the hot-heided cunt before disappearing intae an alley.
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— Your off yer head. Mark Renton hid said. N ae cunt wis right.
Ye sat in his manky bed as ae bandaged ye up. A slit near ae eye n a kisser ae a bruise aroon yer eye. Begbie caught ye red-handed. Leathered intae yer heed when ye least expected it. He hid em golden rings oan which split yer cheek open. Fuckin cunt, ye tried naw tae cry. It hurt a belter. Ye wish Rents wis lighter wae his hauns. He wis treatin yer wound like a heavy-handed mechanic. Ye winced as he scraped ae bloody cloth o’er yer gash and he silently apologized.
— Sicka iss toon. Ye hid said, staring aff intae space. — Am gonnae run away.
Renton jist stared it ye, trying tae make oot yer coopin. Wur ye serious?
— Ur ye gonnae dae it or just talkin shite? Renton challenged. Ye turned tae um.
— Mon wae meh. Ye wondered if ye meant it. Rents wis a pal, but ye nivir admitted it. Canny be saying shite like att when yer a junkie. Nae cunts ya pal. But Renton is. Rents’s ya pal.
— Wull go tae yer flat in London. Ur fuckitt, git a new wan. Nae danger. Ye began tae ramble. Withoot ye knowin, Renton thought aboot goin aff a loat. Thought aboot gettin tae fuck ootta Leith, the shitehole it wis.
— Ats it then. Me n you. We’ll go away together. Renton said, putting ae last bandage oan yer scar.
— Ye serious, like? Ye wur astonished he agreed. You n him, goin away. Ye thought yeez hid too much history fur him tae be wae ye anymer. Mibbe he still hid feelings fur ye. Ye hoped, fuck ye hoped.
Ye embraced him intae yer arms, mindin ae cut oan yer cheek as ye burried yer face intae his neck. He smelled like shite. Like shite, pish n cough medicine awh in ae wanner. Ye couldnae gee a fuck tho.
— We’ll jist need tae get money somewhere, then we’ll head aff. Renton said, feeling him get awh tense. Ye jist smiled n nodded. There wiz money in mind, like. Mibbe ye kin stash some tapes n sell em like usual. While ye thought of yer petty thefts, Renton seen ae biggur picture n minded the drug deal wae the Russian skag, n if he wiz willing tae drag ye intae the deal.
#trainspotting#trainspotting fanfic#mark renton#mark renton x reader#rent boy#rent boy x reader#ewan mcgregor
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