#Piccadilly Square

[cydoesntgettheworld]

CY DOESN'T GET- Piccadilly Square, London UK

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

An American Werewolf in London (1981, John Landis)

13/04/2024

[the-heaminator]

does or did anyone compulsively repeat after the public transport automated voice? Or am I just being strange

[steelycunt]

one thing about me. im going to win monopoly

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BTSxGalaxy 'Yet To Come' MV en Time Square New York's - Piccadilly Circus, London

[jounetyfinder]

Manchester Vacation Travel Guide | Expedia

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El Desfile y Festival del Día de Año Nuevo de Londres está de regreso

El Desfile y Festival del Día de Año Nuevo de Londres está de regreso

Uno de los mayores espectáculos de Londres es el Desfile del Día de Año Nuevo, que tuvo lugar por primera vez en 1987. Desde que comenzó, el desfile ha recaudado más de 2 millones de libras esterlinas para organizaciones benéficas locales y sigue siendo una importante contribución a la economía de la capital. Además de esto, el Desfile y Festival del Día de Año Nuevo de Londres se televisa en…

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens filming locations masterpost! ❤ 🐍😊 Part 1

I made a Google map containing all the locations, see here! :)

Part one contains Season One, continue here for part 2 containing the rest of S1 and Season Two!!! (it is split into more parts because tumblr has a limit of images in one post :))

SEASON 1

London:

AC in Berkeley Square (S01E06) - Tavistock Square, London

Scene: AC swap back and decision to go to The Ritz

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30–21

Link on the map

Crowley in the pub (S01E05) – The Enterprise pub, London

Scene: Crowley drinking and meeting not quite corporal Aziraphale

Availability (as of 2024): Mon-Wed 12-23, Wed-Sat 12-24, Sun closed

Link on the map

Crowley on the way to the burning bookshop (S01E05) – Wardour Street, London

Scene: Crowley's Bentley rushing throught the streets of London

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

AC on the bus (S01E01) - Piccadilly Circus, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley meet on the bus to discuss the antichrist, in the background the Piccadily Circus can be seen

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

AC at The Ritz (S01E01, S01E06) - Criterion, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley at The Ritz in the first and sixth episode of the first season. It was actually filmed at the Criterion restaurant which since then has unfortunately been closed and now (2024) there is Masala Zone with unfortunately changed interier :(.

Availability (as of 2024): Mon to Thur 12:00-22:30, Fri 12:00-23:00, Sat 12:30-23:00, Sun 12:30-22:30

Link on the map

AC on the way to the manor (S01E02) – Whitehall street, London

Scene: Crowley with Aziraphale driving the Bentley to the Tadfield manor

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

AC leaving the St James's Park (S01E01) - Carlton House Terrace, London

Scene: The stars on which Aziraphale and Crowley leave St James's Park in Episode 1, Crowley tempts Aziraphale to lunch and they speed away

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

AC meeting in St James's Park (S01E01, S01E03, S01E06) - St James's Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting in St James's Park by the ducks in the first season in episode one (about the antichrist), episode three (victorian scene) and episode six (the kidnapping)

Availability (as of 2024): 5-24

Link on the map

Newt meeting Shadwell (S01E02) – Between Westminster Abbey and Palace of Westminster, London

Scene: Newt meets Shadwell for the first time

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

The Bandstand scene in St James's Park (S01E03) – Battersea Park, London

Scene: The bandstand scene in season one.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

Link on the map

Aziraphale stops Gabriel during his jogging (S01E04) - Battersea Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale stops Gabriel during the jogging.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

Link on the map

'Crowley' outside his flat (S01E06) - Eastfields Avenue, London

Scene: The morning after the Apocaflop 'Crowley' coming out from his flat.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Dirty Donkey in 1967 (S01E03) - The Cat's Back pub, London

Scene: The interior of Dirty Donkey from 1967 where Crowley meets Shadwell for the first time has been filmed in The Cat's Back pub (the interior has been transformed into the 60s)

Availability (as of 2024): Mon - Closed, Tues: 5pm - 11pm, Wed - Thu: 4pm - 12am, Fri: 4pm - 1am, Sat: 2pm - 1am, Sun: 1pm - 11pm

Link on the map

Shadwell reports to Crowley (S01E03) – Best Cafe, London

Scene: Shadwell meeting Crowley in the present time.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day, the establishment itself seems closed now :(

Link on the map

AC talking about the Warlock's birthday party (S01E01) - Crystal Palace Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley watching Warlock in the park with dinosaurs and talking about the birthday party

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30am - sunset

Link on the map

AC stopping in a cafe after the manor (S01E02) – Penge Cafe (then) / Antonella's Cafe and Bistro (now), London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley stopping to discuss how to find the antichrist after visiting the Tadfield manor, at the time of the shooting it was named Penge Cafe, now renamed to Antonella's Cafe and Bistro 

Availability (as of 2024): Wed-Sat 8:30-5, Sun: 9-5

Link on the map

AC watching Hamlet in 1601 (S01E03) – Shakespeare's Globe, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley secret meeting in 1601 during a Hamlet performance

Availability (as of 2024): They open at specific times for tours and performances. See performances and tours on www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/, for example 3 APRIL - 23 OCTOBER there's a 'Pride Guided Tour bringing to life the queer stories and characters from Shakespeare’s life and times.' :). https://www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/guided-tour-pride/

Link on the map

Crowley after bringing down the phone network (deleted scene, DVD) – Trinity Church Square, London

Scene: Crowley leaving after he brings down the mobile phone network in the BT Tower

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Heaven top floor (S01E04, S01E06) – Sky Garden, London

Scene: The Heaven top floor background windows were filmed in Sky Garden, we are seeing this at the scene where Michael shows Gabriel the Earth Observation Files and during Aziraphale's execution (though the scene itself seems to be filmed with green screen)

Availability (as of 2024): the access is free but needs to be booked beforehand at https://skygarden.london/

Link on the map

Stairs To Heaven and Hell (S01E01) – The Broadgate Tower, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley go to Heaven and Hell through the staircase

Availability (as of 2024): The tower is open Mon-Fri 9-18 but there is a reception downstairs where these stairs are – I've visited twice and once they were okay with me taking picks of the stairs and once not. The stairs are thought well visible from the outside and pics can be taken that way.

Link on the map

Aziraphale, Tracy and Shadwell on a scooter (S01E05) - Cardwell Road, London

Scene: Aziraphale miracles Tracy's scooter to fly with them and Shadwell to Tadfield

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Where Shadwell and Madame Tracy live (S01E02, S01E04, S01E05) - Hornsey Road, London

Scene: The residence of Shadwell and Madame Tracy. We see it in episode two (Newt arrives), episode four (Newt leaves for Tadfield) and episode five (shaken Shadwell arrives, customers for the seance arrive)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Aziraphale eating sushi (S01E01) - Red 'N' Hot (closed), London

Scene: Aziraphale eating sushi with a surprise visit from Gabriel

Availability (as of 2024): It was filmed in the Red 'N' Hot – a sichuan restaurant, but it has been closed (now there is another restaurant with different interior)

Link on the map

Some scenes has also been filmed in the West London Film Studios.

Hambleden:

Hambleden is the place where most of the Tadfield village was shot :).

Tadfield Square (S01E01, S01E03, S01E05, S01E06) – Square in front of the church, Hambleden

Scene: Crowley phoning Aziraphale to tell him about the Armageddon in episode one, Adam reading and Anathema with R.P. Tyler in episode 3, seen R.P. Tyler meeting those going to the airfield in episode 5 and Aziraphale and Crowley are drinking on a bench after the Apocaflop and waiting for the bus

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Adam's house (S01E02 , S01E03, S01E06) - Hambleden

Scene: Adam Young's house (can be seen in several episodes)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

The Them buying ice-cream (S01E02) – Hambleden convenience store, Hambleden

Scene: The store that The Them bough ice-cream from

Availability (as of 2024): Street all day, the store Mon-Sat 8-17, Sun 8-16:30

Link on the map

The Them planning to stop Armageddon (S01E05) - Hambleden

Scene: The Them returning planning to go to airfield and stop Armaggedon

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Anathema's cottage (S01E02, S01E03, S01E04) – cca 2km from the Hambledon square

Scene: The scenes with Anathema's cottage (Jasmine Cottage) were filmed here, it can be seen several times throughout the series (like Anathema moving in, AC dropping her off or Adam visiting her)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Others in England:

Warlock's house (S01E01) – High Canons, Borehamwood

Scene: The Warlock's home was filmed at the High Canons Estate which is listed on National Heritage List for England

Availability (as of 2024): The High Canons Estate is currently privately owned and not open to public, the house is not visible from road.

Link on the map

Hastur and Ligur hand over the Antichrist (S01E01) – Holy Trinity Church, Penn Street

Scene: Hastur and Ligur give Crowley the Antichrist at the graveyard

Availability (as of 2024): the outside should be available all day

Link on the map

(continue to Part 2 :))

[see-arcane]

Picturing how the Weird Sisters are taking this turn of events now that we know there's a direct psychic feed to Drac-O-Vision once you're vampire'd. Specifically,

Weird Sisters: Who's that 1890's white-haired anime man? Oh! Oh shit! That's Bloodbag Boytoy!

Dracula: I see that.

Weird Sisters: Oh, that's a huge fucking knife

Dracula: I see that too.

Weird Sisters: Fuck him up, Bloodbag! Fuck him up, Bloodbag!

Dracula: First, thank you so much for the support. Second, keep dreaming, even by day I'm fast as hell--AGH FUCK

Weird Sisters: Ha! Mugged your ass!

Dracula: Can you all shut up long enough for me to monologue?

Weird Sisters: Don't think you have time for that.

Dracula: What do you--oh. Oh shit.

Weird Sisters, as Jonathan lizard fashions his way out the window with the kukri in his teeth: Oh shit! :D :D :D

Dracula, sweating: He wouldn't try anything in broad daylight. Not in front of witnesses.

Weird Sisters, as Jonathan prepares to come skin the Count in broad daylight, in front of God and Piccadilly Square: Yeah, you should definitely wait for him to politely not gut you. Just stay right there.

Dracula, running and locking the door behind him: Bah!

Weird Sisters: -laugh-wheezing in the castle-

I can only imagine how things are going now, as he huddles in his last little box of dirt, sailing back to hide in the Carpathians again. He is sincerely debating just going to the first restaurant on land and dying by garlic bread to avoid the welcome waiting for him at the castle.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

I'm going with 10 All Time Classics from the Captain America (MCU) fandom. I mean, they're all classics to me, at least. In no particular order:

1. This, You Protect by owlet

First installment in the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series, which are all amazing. It's a “Bucky escaping Hydra and rebuilding his sense of self” fic, which he does while spying on Steve. With eventual Avengers Family and a lovely cast of OCs bonding with Bucky in the meantime. It has a very distinctive perspective and writing style; Bucky's in constant internal (and sometimes accidentally external) dialogue with himself, making it hilarious and tragic all at the same time. I love it. I've recently been getting into The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells and this Bucky has a similar sassy-but-vulnerable vibe? Read this if you like that, anyway.

2. The One Who Knows by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

This is a Political Animals AU, in that no-powers Steve is inserted into the Political Animals world and Bucky is TJ. Discusses being outed and depression but is ultimately hopeful. The author is one of my all time faves and has written lots of great stories for this and many other fandoms.

3. Blue Scales by chaya

Steve is a merman AU. He's still Captain America, though. It's crack with heart, I love it.

Best line: "May your scales and your love story be our weird secret forever.”

4. Our Lingering Frost by eyres

AU where Bucky is rescued from Hydra in the 50s (?) and so is around for Steve to be found.

5. Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun

It's a classic to *me*, OK? Bucky goes undercover at Jurassic World just as that movie's plot kicks off. They're Hydra dinosaurs! It's just great. Also has a podfic and crossovers with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

6. Not Easily Conquered (series) by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Some of the greatest fanfiction I've ever read, the whole series is epic. Anyway, it's a "Steve doesn't go into the ice" AU with added queer angst when (never sent) love letters from Bucky resurface. I particularly like the second installment in the series The Thirteen Letters, which are just Bucky's letters and are insanely well-written.

7. to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

Time travel AU! Featuring post-CATWS Bucky accidentally switching places with CATFA era Bucky.

8. If Wishing Made It So by Leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Genie!Bucky AU! This author is great at writing AUs with fantasy/genre elements, it was hard to choose. They've also written an excellent werewolf!Steve AU and a horse!Steve AU that I really love.

9. Into That Good Night by Nonymos

An Interstellar AU! Very angsty and tragic but with an eventual happy ending.

10. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

Speranza must be one of the best writers in the fandom, so it was hard to pick just one of their fics. Other strong contenders were All the Angels and the Saints and The Fifties, so check those out too! But this one has a special place in my heart. Steve, Tony and Natasha accidentally time travel to WW2 London, leading to an accidental run-in with CATFA-era Bucky. The author does tragic and romantic time travel tropes so well, but with a happy ending.

I now realise that most of these are AUs, so here’s a bonus rec for a non-AU in-universe story that’s severely underrated and deserves more love:

+1

Heart, Have No Pity on this House of Bone by Sena

This story follows Bucky in-action in the Pacific Theatre. It’s very well written and, from what I can tell, well researched. Steve only appears in Bucky’s imagination and the story focuses on the horrors of war rather than romance, but it’s gripping! And it explores unrequited love, being closeted and period-typical homophobia, which I also enjoyed. I’m still holding out hope for a sequel.

[sapchat]

IDK if this has been done but I went through the 3 reboots and did a timeline of events so you wouldn't have to!

Side notes: sometimes I use the first initial for who it is! also some of MW3 has timestamps. I also apologize for spelling. Also, lots of this shit happens over like 7-12 days April 6, 2019 Makarov bombs Verdansk Price, Ghost and Soap know each other at this point, have NOT met Gaz

Start of MW1 Oct 24 2019 'Al Qatal' moves gas Oct. 25 2019 Piccadilly Square Oct. 25 2019 Price meets Gaz Oct 26 19 Alex & Farah blow Barkov's bombs Same day destroy one of B's bases Oct. 27 19 Price and Gaz go to Picc Safe house Oct 28 19A&F go to Urzstan hospital for "The Wolf" Oct 28 19 P&G meet up w/ A&F for the Wolf Oct 29 19 Plan ambush for Butcher & Wolf - Hadir uses the gas, learn Hadir stole the gas Oct 29 19 PGAF Go to kill W, & get H Oct 29 19 PGAF kill the wolf, H is 2 Russia Oct 31 19 PGN go 2 Russia, Capture Kill Butcher (and traumatize a family) Nov 1 19 Hadir is handed over to Russia Nov 3 19 Take down Barkov's gas production plant & K Price meets Kate @ Tea shop makes TF 141 w/ Ghost, Soap, & Gaz END of MW1 - May 22, 2022 Soap goes side questing, turns green (idk I didn't watch the trailer (I did but I just know there's like green gas)) Start of MW2 July 15 22 Ghost Blows AlMazrah base (Honestly didn't get the point of us seeing this) Oct 28 22 GS Kill/Cap Mission for Hassan -> Find American Missiles not Hassan Oct 28 22 PG in Amsterdam for Missile info (Think they used it as an excuse to swim) Oct 29 22 Capture a cartel mem 4 info Oct 29 22 Alej. Go for cartel jumping border Oct 30 22 GSAlej go 4 Hassan safehouse They capture Hassan (picnic in the desert omg!) Oct 31 22 PG in Spain for Hassan info Kate gets caught Shepherd tries to abandon her Nov 1 22 PG meet with F to get Kate (they get her and get juicy gos on Shep) Nov 1 22 Soap goes into Casa de Sin Nombre Nov 2 22 Gulf oil rig, blows up by G&S (philip was here too) Nov 3 22 Soap & Ghost are fighting Shadow co Nov 3 22 SG go for Alej w/ Rodolfo. PG meet up Nov 3 22 141 goes for Graves Nov 4 22 Go 2 Chicago 4 Hassan & missile kill both END of MW2 - Kate (& tech. Gaz) learn about Makarov

Start of MW3 Nov 10 23 Makarov is broken out of jail 2am Nov 10 23 Farah is ambushed Konni got missiles around 6am Nov 10 23 141 go for Nuc Power Plant, P get gased 9am Makarov has been out for 6 hours Nov 11 23 They go for Missiles in Urzikistan Nov 11 23 Kate is going 4 intel on Makarov meets Yuri @ 3pm Nov 11 23 Makarov crashes plane, blames Farah and Alex go there 7:30-9:30pm meet with Kate and Nikolai in hanger Nov 12 8am Nov 12 23 they go for Milena 7pm Nov 13 23 they get Makarovs right hand man Nolan 11am Nov 14 23 They find Shepherd swimming at some point 9:30 Nov 16 23 SG stop Verdansk dam bombing Same time PG are at airsti Nov 21 23 141 go after Makarov Hacker Nov 21 23 They stop Makarov bomb, Soap gets killed. Price kills Shepherd after spreading Soap's ashes.

[ktkellart]

Good Omens London Trip 🐍💞🪽

It's my Birthday today and I treated myself to a trip to London last weekend to see my favourite actor Michael Sheen in Nye at the National Theatre. I made the most of my weekend by combining it with a Good Omens filming location self-tour and I'd love to share it with you all. So, are you ready for the tour?

Here we go!

Starting off with Soho, and the inspiration for Whickber Street, where Aziraphale's bookshop, Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, The Small Back Room, and the Dirty Donkey are located.

It’s Berwick Street and a record shop that is very similar in shape to A.Z Fell & Co. Bonus points for spotting Duck Lane!

Next is Berkeley Square, a short walk from Soho. The first two photos are of the real Berkeley Square gardens in Mayfair, and the last two photos were taken in the filming location of Tavistock Square across the other side of central London near Kings Cross. I’m sitting on their ‘body swap’ bench in the last photo!

As you can see, the benches are turned around facing inwards now but are the other way, facing outwards in Good Omens.

Oh, and I can confirm that there were no nightingales singing in either location 😭

Heading up the road a few minutes from Tavistock Square to The Enterprise pub where I met a fellow fan who kindly took photos of me posing (I bet the staff thought we were off our rockers!). This is where Crowley drowns his sorrows in Talisker Whisky whilst waiting for the world to end after thinking he'd lost Aziraphale. Omg that poor poor demon, he was really just gonna die along with the world.

Also, one of my favourite moments of season 1 is Crolwey's line: "I heard that. It was the wiggle-on..." then shrugs. 😆 So many emotions in such short a time.

Onto the Ritz. The first two photos are of the real Ritz (a stone's throw from Berkeley Square) and the last one is inside Masala Zone in Piccadilly Circus where the ‘Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol’ and ‘To the World’ scenes were filmed.

I ate in here alone to get the photo and was so lucky with the table I was given! Perfect discreet snap whilst eating my curry! Haha!

Next up is Battersea Park and the Bandstand. It was a bit of a faff to get there, it's an 8-minute walk from the Battersea Power Station underground and we walked the full length of the park to find the Bandstand, but it was so worth it.

Also filmed here was Gabriel and Aziraphale’s run/jog. Poor Angel is soft scene.

The trees were a little leafier with it being mid-May and the park was very busy because the weather was glorious. They also have a beautiful lake here with herons!

The Heaven & Hell staircase escalators are right over the east side of London in Broadgate Tower, Bishopsgate. I got the overground to Liverpool Street station to get there. It is in a private business building so I politely/awkwardly asked the receptionist if I could take a photo and had to explain about the scene from Good Omens… eek! But he kindly let me snap a photo anyway! (Phew)

The Windmill Theatre was three minutes away from my hotel in Piccadilly Circus, so I wandered up the road to take a photo of where Aziraphale ‘performed on the West End stage’ as Fell the Marvelous. And wasn’t he just?

The scenes weren't filmed here but it was fun to find it anyway.

St James’s Park is up next! I sat on their bench and got my friend to take photos of me posing and had fun editing the first photo. Haha! We enjoyed walking through the park, watching the ducks on the lake and had a nosey at Buckingham Palace while we were there.

The Duke of York Statue steps are at the other end of St James's Park and were fun to walk up. I smiled to myself as I thought of the scene where Crowley says ‘Well let's have lunch? Hmm,’ and Aziraphale turns around, as it was the first time I realised that these two were more than just friends.

Heaven’s top floor, the Sky Garden in Fenchurch Street near Monument is a very tall building with a botanical garden on the top floor. You can visit the sky garden for free, but you do need to book in advance so it’s best to plan ahead for this one. The views of London are breathtaking from the 35th floor and the tropical plants are fun.

My last stop for this visit was Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. I booked a tour on the morning I was due to go home. The first tour is 10 am and lasts an hour, so I dashed off as soon as the tour guide was uttering his last words about the gift shop, across London back to Kings Cross to pick up my suitcase from luggage storage and get the 11:48 am train home!

One I missed and could have easily gone to is Abingdon Street where Newton and Shadwell meet, and Shadwell fleeces Newton for a cup of tea with nine sugars and pockets the change. A bit gutted I missed it to be honest – I love Jack Whitehall (I’m back in London with the family in June so I’ll swing by and update then!)

There are also some other locations a little further afield that I might try to visit on a later date, such as Shadwell's and Madam Tracy's flat down Hornsey Road in Islington, Crowley's Flat exterior in Eastfields Avenue, Best Cafe on Garratt Lane where Crowley meets Shadwell, Crystal Palace Dinosaur Park where the ineffable husbands watch Warlock defacing a dinosaur sign and Antonella's Cafe and Bistro where Crowley and Aziraphale are thinking of ideas to track down the antichrist whist Aziraphale eats cake.

Okay, I’m gonna finish up with the man himself. The very kind, very charming, and VERY patient Michael Sheen The reason for my London visit in the first place. Nye was spectacular OBviOUsLy, but he was super generous with his time at stage door for us all. I got a hug and asked him to pass it on to Aziraphale (that angel really needs a hug) and it made him laugh, which made my night!

Here’s the wonderful map I used -

from this website:

[dontirrigateme]

The Filthy 13

We were a filthy bunch of people since we were only permitted one bath a week because of the water shortage…and that was set up for Saturday. Come Saturday I wanted to [be] right in the middle of that Red Light District in Piccadilly Circus in London. I did not want to be standing in line waiting for a bath. As soon as me and my boys got passes, each of us would just grab one set of those ODs and put them in a sack and away we went. We would go in our junk clothes into one of those Red Cross buildings over there in Regents Square in London. We would go in and get us a shower, shave, and shine, change clothes and boy, we had one or two women before any of the others even got into town. We would then raise Cain until Monday morning. So they were getting to call us the "Filthy 13." Thirteen men was the number of men in a demolition section.

-Jake McNiece

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

1312 ACAB - [1/4] Hobie Brown x Punk!Reader

(genre : angst/hurt, comfort)

scenario: when you're cornered by cops after a protest, you find a familiar face in an unlikely place - in the form of one Hobie Brown.

tw: descriptions of police brutality, violence, and facism,

The full series will contain descriptions of facism, as well as depictions of police brutality, violence, and a healthy amount of cop-bashing.

a.n: this fic is out for all the poc and minorities rn, of all types :) proceed with caution, because I did not want to take this lightly, thxs

[chap-2]

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You could still feel the sting.

The burn of tear gas wasn't really something you could blink away. It wasn't something you got use to. It hurt everytime.

And that's why they kept using it. But the protests wouldn't stop.

Eventually, you all were going to win. Eventually. But for now, London seemed unrecognizable. A miserable hell-hole and a shell of it's older self.

Two years ago, Parliament had been dissolved overnight. Not long after, the Prime Minister took to TVs to declare himself 'President-for-life' - the making of a dictator.

Before that, politics had been at a stand-still, a stalemate for months. After it, everything changed.

First, it was the curfews. Then the censorship. Soon the courts were handing out prison sentences by the dozen. And after a while, people just started to disappear, no trial at all.

The surveillance got tighter. The police got more armored. And the curfews got earlier. But the protests didn't stop.

You all didn't believe in giving up.

Your feet ached from the marching and your throat felt raw from the chanting.

You could still feel the sting in your eyes. The protest had gone on at Piccadilly Circus, a thousand people protesting for the end of state surveillance and the right to vote - a privilege that had fallen with Parliament.

Anyone there knew that it would end in violence, because it always did. But you still turned up, even if it meant you'd have to take the worst of it, or even if it meant you'd walk home alone.

After curfew.

When the curfew had hit at 11, the police had started to clear the square the way they always did. The way they liked to most - fear and violence. First with tear gas, then when that didn't clear you all, rubber bullets. And if they were really enjoying themselves, they'd bring their buffed up mutts.

Tonight had been a frenzy, nearly a protest turned riot. The only one who had stopped it was Spider-man. And because of him, you'd been lucky enough to leave with your life and only the sting to remind you. But luck wasn't something you could run on in London these days.

The streets were deserted, every one locked inside their homes until sunrise, and this late after curfew, the walk home seemed excruciating. Walking down the curving streets of London's East End, you couldn't tell what's louder - your footsteps in the silence, or your heartbeat in your ears.

You know the precautions. You always walk with your hood up, and you never take the same way home - and even now you can tell you're close, if only a km away.

You wonder if it'd be worth it to run the rest.

You hit the intersection and took the last turn towards home, turning down one of East Ends' rougher streets.

Though as soon as you do, you stopped, your shoes planted to the concrete. It's as if your body could tell something was wrong.

And there was.

The street isn't empty, and you aren't alone.

At the end of the street, you could make out the shape of a car. Parked, headlights off.

It's a basic make. An average black sedan no more than ten years old. It's not new, but it looks untouched - out 4 hours past curfew. And it's parked at the end of the street, turned towards you. Headlights off, but idling.

When you look down, you see no license plate. It could only be the cops.

'Fuck.' An undercover patrol.

You immediately about-face and walk the other way, away from your flat. You walk back the way you came, out of their line of sight, but it's too late. You know it is, you know they'd seen you before you'd even seen them. You knew this for sure.

You didn't need to look back to check. Behind you, the headlights came on, and you could already hear the tires on the asphalt.

You speed up. Your heartbeat sounded louder than your footsteps.

The sirens kick on. The sound is piercing in the silence, the red and blue lights illuminating the dark street as the cruiser pulled around the corner.

Finally, you break out into a run. You could still feel the sting in your eyes and the pain in your muscles, but you booked it as fast as you could, as the engine of the cruiser revved.

You worked your legs as hard as they could go, the sirens getting louder and louder behind you as your lungs struggled for air. You were terrified to look back at the cruiser, at tripping up even a little, so you didn't try at all. The cops were shouting out the window. You just keep going.

Until, someone grabs you, and pulls you right off your feet.

Two hands reached out to grab you, one on your arm and the other on your bag, and they yanked you to the side, into the darkness and safety of an alleyway.

The cruiser went flying by. Soon, the sirens began to fade in the distance.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. Your knees buckled from exhaustion and adrenaline as the alley faded back into darkness, the only sound being your heavy breathing.

Without thinking, you pressed your back to the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the ground, as your breath finally evened out. For a second, you almost forgot you weren't alone.

"Oi. Fights not over, love. Can't stay here."

The voice across from yours is calm and deep - and cockney, surprisingly.

"Fight's never over, is it?" You asked, sighing in both relief and frustration as you rested your head against the wall, eyes closing as you fought off the threat of a migraine.

And when you open your eyes, their laces are blue. The sight brings a smile to your lips. You kicked their boot with the toe of your own spiked boots, taking the hand that'd been extended towards you.

Combat boots and blue laces, a heavy accent and out past curfew. Whoever it was, they had saved your ass. So you figured they were an ally, a comrade even.

But when you looked up at them, you realized they were a lot more than that.

They were handsome - and they were someone you knew.

"Hobie?" you asked, eyes squinted in skepticism. The guess was a shot in the dark, but something about the name felt right, even in the haze of your drunken memories.

"You say that like it's a question." He asked, pocketing his hands. And he made sure he kept his voice low in the narrow alleyway, words barely above a whisper. "You asking me or telling me?" he said, and when he grinned, you were sure it was him. It had to be.

"Hobie - Is that your name?" you asked, head tilted as if you were suspicious. In the small gap of the alleyway, he was practically leaning over you, even without meaning to. And the boots didn't help.

He snickered.

Hobie turned away, heading deeper into the darkness of the alley, away from the main road. And you watched him, before giving in and following. He seemed to know where he was going.

"Depends on who's asking." he said, clearly amused. Hobie about-faced to turn towards you, walking backwards as a grin grew on his face.

"I know you? 'We've shagged before?"

You scoffed. "Well, no." You said, fighting urge to roll your eyes. "'Hobie' was just the name the bouncer was yelling at you when your arse got thrown out of the pub last weekend. Not that I expect you to remember that." You said. "You were plastered."

Hobie stopped, and so did you, and he rested his long arm on the brick wall, blocking your way. Up close, you could see the tiny '1312' pin on the lapel of his vest.

"Must've been some other Hobie." he said with a shrug, and within seconds of knowing him, you could tell when he was taking the piss.

"No. I don't think so." you assured him, and his grin grew, as if he were happy to be challenged. The expression only makes you more convinced.

"Why?"

"I don't know. You just look like the type to beat a skin-head's arse." You said, crossing your arms in front of him. "Am I right, Hobie?"

For a second, he didn't say anything, neither of you did. And then he chuckled, biting his lip at the edge of his lip ring.

You were right.

"Alright then." he said. "Maybe I am that Hobie."

Hobie hadn't gone out Saturday with the intention of bashing in facist skulls, but somehow, it always came to that. That seemed to happen when you were black, queer, and punk.

That had been your first impression of him. A couple nights ago at the pub, Hobie punching the shit out of a guy who had dared to turn up with a pair of SS lighting bolts on his jacket. Hardly a fight, it had mostly been an ass-kicking. A well-deserved one at that. All your friend had told you was that his name was Hobie, and he was the lead guitarist. Guitarists were always trouble.

"Glad I made an impression." Hobie said, happy with himself, before turning the topic from him to you. "You shouldn't be out here."

"Says the bloke who punched a nazi. Since when do you care about the law?" you asked, ducking under Hobie's arm as you continued down the alleyway. And now it was Hobie's turn to follow you.

"I don't." he said. "Also as far as I'm concerned punching the d*ck head was a civil service. And so was saving your arse. Which, you're welcome by the way. You looking to make it home?" he asked. "You're not gonna make it on the main roads."

"Figured that." you sighed." Then exactly how are you planning to get home?" You asked him as behind you, you heard Hobie stop again.

"I'm not." he said. "I'm heading somewhere better."

You scoffed again, turning around to face him. "Question: You get off on being painstakingly cryptic all the time, or is that just with me?" you asked.

The two of you were standing under a light in the alleyway, aged and yellowing, a loose bulb dangling weakly above a stained green door in the brick wall.

And as he leaned against the wall, as if he had no place to be, you could see Hobie wink at you.

"If I answered that I wouldn't be so crytic now would I?" he said, lips tugged into a smirk. "You coming?"

You're standing in an alley, 4 - maybe 5 hours after curfew. And you can't imagine what he means. "Coming where?" you ask, finally.

Hobie stood up straight, and he grabbed the handle of the door, giving the knob a yank. And with ease, the heavy metal door popped open with a clang.

"Like I said. Somewhere better."

You watched him as he sung the door open, heading inside the building and leaving you there in the alleyway. Through the doorway, the place is dark, Hobie's heavy boots echoing on the floor.

You hesitate, and his footsteps stopped. He's waiting for you. "Promise there's something in it for you." he chuckled.

Maybe there was. So you headed inside.

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Hey hey pls tell me what you think ok bye bless up

im really curious on if i got hobie right so plllss tell me what u think of his characterization, also I’m not bri’ish so pls say how you liked the slang thankksss

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[chap 2]

[sprout-fics]

Kyle turns at the tender age of seventeen.

It wasn't by purpose. In fact it was entirely an accident. He was walking home from a friends when he saw a woman being dragged off into an alley, and immediately started pursuing. Always the helper, the friend, the ally, he went to go and save her, managing to wrangle the stranger off of her so she could escape. Yet the man he fought was strong, stronger than anyone he'd ever met despite his sickly, gaunt complexion.

Hungry.

It was pure luck the police officers arrived when they did, with the stranger's hand wrapped around the lower half of his face, his other hand poised to claw at his eyes. Kyle had panicked, had bitten down on the meat of the man's palm with such desperate fervor blood had gushed into his mouth. The three officers managed to haul the man off of him, and even then it took a fourth and a fifth to hold him down. Kyle got checked out, was thanked profusely by the woman he saved, gave his statement, and got to go home.

His mum was worried sick when she saw him bloodied and bruised, but he assured her he was fine. Even in the days the followed, when he started getting sick, when he was so hungry he could hardly stand, when he could barely keep down food, when he began to change, he tried to tell himself he was fine. Because if he wasn't fine, he didn't know what to do. The only thing he kept thinking about was the taste of blood as it gushed into his mouth- too hot, too foul, and now in hindsight he wanted more.

He does some digging into the man who attacked him- finding all the reports very hush hush and revealing little. Eventually he discovers the man died while awaiting trial, and the police sought to bury it. It doesn't make sense, especially when he manages to find that the cause of death was apparently starvation.

It's then that he understands.

It starts small. Asking the butcher for pig's blood, stammering that his ma needs it for some sort of weird recipe, then going to another to make it less suspicious. Eventually he develops a rotating schedule for all the butchers in the area- sometimes pigs blood, sometimes cow. Yet it isn't enough, manages to quell the hunger for only a few hours before it returns.

He's eighteen when he starts breaking into blood banks.

Always under the cover of darkness, and for some reason it's just too easy. His footsteps are never loud, he blends into the shadows seamlessly, and he walks away with enough to last him a few weeks if he rations wisely. Kyle is smart. He knows he can't keep doing this forever without getting caught, and its partially why he joins the SAS- hoping deployment to the field will be able to quench his bloodlust.

He clears the entrance exams and sets records for physical tests with his super human abilities. He can hear things his teammates can't, can sniff out an opium den a mile away in the desert heat. He's lauded with medals for his service, and tries to remind himself he's doing this as much for home and country as he is to keep himself alive.

He only drinks from dying men.

Eventually he's pulled back to London, back to the streets where it all started, and there's more blood there- not by his hands. His home is being destroyed by chaos, and were it not for the other officers and sergeants Kyle would tear through Piccadilly square and soak it red with the blood of his enemies.

In the aftermath, Price finds him.

and in the days that follow, Gaz comes to learn just how inhuman his captain is after all.

[misty-moth]

Here is Day 2 of 12 Days of Arthur: Music 🎶

Just a fluffy little scene 🥰

A thank you again to @oigimi and @scummy-writes

Arthur fluff, ~480 words

It was a late start to the day, but Arthur supposed that was simply the price of being an author. After a mighty stretch, he braved the hallways to procure some coffee.

Gleaning from the sun rays filtering in through the windows, he reckoned it must be a bit past noon. A smile graced his face, knowing she would be in the kitchen at about this time. A chipper hum flowed through him.

Taking a brief pause just before his entrance, Arthur’s smile grew wider as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet beyond the door. He froze then, becoming even more grateful that he’d taken the time to listen in.

Within the kitchen, her voice took up a small tune; she was singing the very tune that he had finished just a moment before.

♪ “Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square~ It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.” ♪

There was a strange flutter in his chest, followed by a warmth he’d long grown disaccustomed to. Had the two of them been on the same wavelength? Arthur found himself liking the idea of that. Why, he’d liked that idea far too much.

Not so fond of the idea of waiting any longer, Arthur made a far more excited entrance than he’d initially planned.

“Why, I didn’t know you were a songbird! You should have told me, luv,” Arthur’s lilted voice made her jump, but she turned toward him with a shy smile.

“You’re waking up rather late today,” she teased.

“A writer’s work is never done, I'm afraid. We simply rest our eyes for a few hours here and there until we can fuel up on coffee made by beautiful morning birds.”

Her cheeks were determined not to grow any pinker, but it was a challenge. She brought up a cup and began brewing.

“Speaking of…” Arthur stifled his enthusiasm as he broke the brief silence. “I would have thought the only music you and I would both know would be one of Wolfie’s. I’d never imagine you’d know It’s A Long Way to Piccadilly.”

She chuckled, “I’m actually pretty sure Mozart’s pieces are the only songs we both knew.”

Arthur blinked, puzzled. “But you were just singing it word-for-word?”

Her eyebrow raised as she wrapped up her coffee preparations. “Arthur, you sing that song practically every day. I’ve picked up the words pretty quickly from it,” she giggled. “I used to think it was just when you were at your happiest, but really it’s just all the time,” she grinned, handing over his cup.

Bugger me... There went that damned fluttering again.

“No, luv, I think you were spot on. I think the amount of happy days have simply grown exponentially as of late.”

“Oh? Well that’s good!”

Arthur nodded, the warmth within him threatening to combust. “I think so, too.”

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