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ROBERT CARLYLE as RENARD The World Is Not Enough (1999), dir. Michael Apted
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Nicholas had watched everything settle in the woman's mind. She was smart; he knew she would do what was best… But he didn't know if she would respect his words. If she would cut Felix off before something were to happen to them, to her. "You will be doing what is best for him, even if you don't see it as such." Gold tells the woman before he looks around at the pawnshop.
The one real thing he felt was truly his in the town. "Thank you." He said simply before he let his eyes settle on the woman again. His stoic performance was clear; he didn't care to be left around the woman anymore than he wanted his brother around her.
"I think that should cover everything; if it doesn't. You clearly know where to find me."
Belle glanced around the pawn shop for a moment as she waited for Nicholas’ answer; amazed at how many nice things were in there.
She chewed her lip while he spoke. Belle felt she couldn’t just not do anything and wanted to tell Felix the bad news, though she wondered if she would be bothering him.
“ Fine, I’ll let him come to me” she said simply. Then, feeling a slight moment of awkwardness, she added. “ You, uh, have a nice shop, Mr. Gold. “
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Actual dumb children flirting (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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rushbelle au
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Once Upon A Time Season 1 Episode 12 ‘Skin Deep’ | Aired: February 12, 2012
Happy Birthday Skin Deep! Happy Third Anniversary Rumbelle!
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Trainspotting - Skag Boys
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OPENING MONOLOGUE | “TRAINSPOTTING” [1996]
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Begbie,
how would you describe a typical day for you?

How could Begbie describe a typical day in the life of a psychotic drunkard?
As a mate of Begbie, I knew him better than he knew himself. The man crawled off the couch of some poor bastard's flat, maybe June's, if he paid any mind to go around to see her and the bairn. He pisses and moans, waking up with a headache from the night's debauchery. No drugs, no heroin at least… and sips the hair of the dog before having a fag. If a ciggie wasn't in Begbie's mouth when he woke, could he truly breathe?
The day would probably be spent scheming, scrounging, and roping the lot of us into something obscene…but the prospects of money. If it worked out, or if it didn't, pints' either way on one of us.
If Franco didn't drink, was he living?
A wino is a wino, but for Franco it was a way of life. Smoking, drinking, fighting, and fucking…well, nae so much fucking… But don't let him hear you say that.
"What kind of fuckin' question is that? I wake up and piss gold! If my day doesn't involve a proper drink with my mates, and a woman at my side…my day is not worth living."
"What about a good fight, Frank?"
"Aye, and a good fuckin' round with a proper cunt, do ye know how that goes, fuckin' shite in the gutters by the end of it…and a proper fuckin' with the right lass after."
"So whichever one is closest at the time?"
"Don't be a wise arse, not just anyone will dae!"
"So, June?"
"Nae, fuckin' June!"
#answered#francis begbie#mark renton#trainspotting#begbie#{I didn't go heavy on the accent because I don't want it to be too difficult to read.}#{Even though I love writing Begbie with a heavy accent.}
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Updates;
I feel like my head only lets me come up for air every so often, and it's annoying. So many projects I'm wanting to do with the time I have right now...and it's mostly spent trying to earn money online because my brain won't let me do much else.
I've been doing a lot of research as well when I can on my issues. It would seem I now have a hypersensitivity to foods with tyramine.
Which is why peanuts, alcoholic drinks, and even energy drinks started to set off migraine attacks.
It's been trial and error trying to find foods I can eat so I won't have an attack. Which is difficult when everything you're used to eating regularly is now trying to kill you.
Fun times. -_-
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Nicholas lowered his hand back down to rest on the cane with his other. He gripped the item as she asked that question, and he had to think a moment. "He's with Dove checking on our late tenant's progress. We are more lenient than people believe us to be, but we still have several jobs to do to keep this town running." More often than not, Felix was sent out to handle the collections. "I can't say I can place exactly where he is; he doesn't have a clear path when he works. So he could be anywhere, but I could message Dove to see where he is. I just don't think hunting my brother down would be the best way to break this news to him." The older Gold knew it might be seen as a strategic play.
"Let him come to you; there is no doubt he will. If I've learned anything from my brother's illness. He will always return to the affection of his eye."
As Belle watched the man’s body language, she wanted to smile. He looked so much like Felix. Instead, she did her best to keep in the few tears already forming.
“ I- I know. “ Her next thought was how exactly to tell Felix. “ Where is he now, if it’s okay to ask?”
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Robert Carlyle as O in The Mighty Celt (2005)
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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.
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Nicholas wasn't sure how she was taking what he was saying, but he gave her time. He let it all sink in before he heard her finally speak. The words that were clearly spoken were uncertain, though he could not pry. "Yes, of course… I-I hate to put you in the predicament, but I would hate to see anything happen to you." He tells her with a hand touching his chest in sincerity.
"I know this isn't easy, but it's really for the best."
“ I can understand that. “ Belle was about to ask more, her curiosity now peaked , though she didn’t keep wanting to to respect Felix’s privacy and perhaps not pry.
The color practically drained from Belle at his explanation. She felt like it would be wrong to forbid anyone from coming to the library. She inhaled deeply. “ You are right. I don’t like it. “ Belle was trying to be brave right then. “ While… I can’t see why you’d worried about him, are you sure this is the best thing”
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150 days of rumplestiltskin → day 115
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