#bbc hustle

[deeisace]

begging people to watch bbc hustle so i have someone to talk to about it

tho tbh my talking would mostly be just like !!!!!! and comparisons between it and white collar and the idea that the hustle guys are leverage international’s london crew and more !!!!!

[naidje]

[partywithponies]

@kitschkicks You. Keep talking.

[alandofmyth]

Criminal boyfriends: Sean Kennedy & Ash Morgan

Out of context, or just really fruity?

[xserpx]

Watched the episode of Merlin with Adrian Lester, remembered Hustle, and now I'm rewatching that show on iPlayer and loving it. It's so cute with the little 4th wall breaking moments and the jazzy music. And the cast is freaking awesome.

[torithy]

Best Served Cold | A Hustle Fanfiction

I know, retro, right? I haven't written a jot in what feels like forever, and I was casually rewatching this show and was totally taken by surprise by the urge to scribble something down. It turned into this...

1.

“You didn’t all have to come, you know. Especially not in this weather.”

“Don’t be silly, Albie. We wanted to support you. Where else would we be?” Stacie Monroe chided gently, slipping her arm through the dapper older gentleman’s as they ambled through graveyard, well wrapped up against the bitter chill and with the rest of their crew in tow.

“I appreciate it, my dear,” Albert Stroller said, a heavy sigh escaping nonetheless. “Just seems like the goodbyes come ever more frequently these days. Perils of turning into an old man like me, I suppose.”

“Ridiculous,” Stacie scoffed, her fondness for her companion bolstering her need to lift his spirits, regardless of their sombre surroundings. “You’re not old. You’ll outlive us all.”

He humoured her with a smile of his own, but it died long before it could light his eyes, his heart clearly not in it.

“It was a travesty, you know. What happened to Wesley,” the American mused, almost more to himself than anything else.

“Wes Winters, the Ice Man,” Ash Morgan nodded, clapping a sympathetic hand on Albert’s shoulder as he fell into step with them. “I’ve heard all the old stories.”

“The Ice Man, because of the surname?” Stacie guessed.

“That and he had a thing for boosting diamonds,” Ash grinned. “Only crossed paths with him a few times, but like I said, I heard the stories. Couldn’t believe it when he got sent down like that.”

“Wesley was a true grifter,” Albert said, a rare sharpness to his tone. “One of us. He would never.”

“Hey, easy now, Albert,” Ash held his hands up in a swift sign he’d get no argument from him. “No one’s saying he did.”

“The police did. The courts did. Those bastards took him from his family, ruined his legacy, and made sure he spent his last years behind bars. And for what, I ask you?”

Stacie and Ash exchanged concerned glances at how upset their friend was becoming, especially as they knew he wasn’t getting any younger, no matter how much they all liked to try to deny the inevitable. But before they could turn to the rest of their crew to try to distract him, someone else seemed to do just that, stopping him in his tracks not far from the grave they had just circled back to while giving him a chance to stretch his legs and clear his head after the less than uplifting church service they had all just sat through.

Following his shrewd gaze, they spotted a lone woman stood by the as-yet unmarked mound of fresh soil, head bowed. A mane of wavy blonde hair tumbled from under a black baker boy cap, down the back of a long white overcoat worn over an all-black outfit of skintight trousers, sweater, scarf and suede boots that stretched over her knees. She cut the same solitary figure she had in the front pew of the church that had been dotted with only a few others beside themselves.

A poor show in Albert’s mind. One his old friend hadn’t deserved.

“Skylar Winters,” he said, with a nod in her direction for the benefit of the others. “Wesley’s youngest daughter. I remember her from when she was just a little girl.”

“Not so little these days,” Danny said, eyebrows raised as he tilted his admiring gaze, incorrigible as ever, no matter what the occasion. “Hey, I’m just saying. It’s a compliment.”

“Do you want to pay your respects, Albie?” Stacie asked, ignoring the interjection. “We can come with you, or give you space if you’d prefer…”

Albert considered for a moment before making up his mind and patting her hand gratefully. “Maybe you could all come with me, just for a few moments? Might bring the young lady some small comfort to know there were still some of us who believed in her father.”

“What was his story again?” Danny asked, sauntering along, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched against the snow that was beginning to fall lightly again. “I know you said he ain’t guilty of whatever the hell it was that landed him in the clink, but not gonna lie, I do lose track of your many, many acquaintances, Albert. What can I say? You’re too popular for your own good.”

With another sigh, Albert spoke quickly as they drew closer to the graveside. “Wesley Winters earned his Ice Man monicker grifting diamonds from wealthy owners who were themselves of the less scrupulous kind. Those whose greed led them to purchase their jewels with ill-gotten gains, or who showered them on mistresses behind the backs of their unsuspecting wives, or ever bigger marks who dealt in blood diamonds and all manner of associated corruption. In all the years I knew him, he never even came close to getting caught. Not by the authorities anyway.”

“And still he ended up getting a life sentence,” Mickey supplied, the look on his face grave. It was after all his own worst fear, that one day the house of cards would spectacularly crash and burn, despite their meticulous best efforts.

He never revelled in the misfortunes of fellow grifters, but he did hope the others would take them for what he strongly felt they were – cautionary tales.

“Life?” Danny echoed. “Shit, musta been a helluva grift gone wrong.”

“It was a set-up, pure and simple,” Albert rounded on them, his usually calm face lit with anger and his voice stern. “Supposedly cold-blooded murder, the strangulation of an innocent woman over a diamond necklace – mark my words, Wesley lived by the grifters’ code. He. Would. Never!”

It was snowing harder now, large heavy flakes swirling from heavy grey clouds to the frost-baked ground as the cold air turned their breath to steam.

“All right, all right, simmer down, old man or you’ll do yourself a mischief,” Danny exclaimed, with a lightness that didn’t quite cover the genuine concern at the core of his words. They all looked to their veteran companion as a father-figure and afforded him the same love and respect they would have had he actually been blood. Moreso in some cases, given their less than conventional upbringings. “Come on, you can introduce us to the lovely lady…” ***

“Albert,” the blonde woman said, looking up at the mannerly intrusion on her solitude and managing a fond smile as she tried to discreetly wipe stray tears away with a gloved hand. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot, all things considered.”

“Your father deserved more, my dear. It pains me to have to say it. I had hoped more would remember the old days and see fit to honour one of their own.”

“I was never going to get my hopes up,” Skylar Winters shrugged, with a forced casualness she clearly didn’t feel as she glanced curiously at the rest of the small group huddled just a little off to one side and seeming unsure of whether or not they should be there. “Not even grifters want to associate themselves with a convicted killer.”

“You know how much truth and justice there was in that,” Albert said, adding in case it wasn’t clear. “Not an ounce. Not one.”

“Still,” she said, taking a deep breath after she seemed to consider that for a moment and looking round at them again. “Quality over quantity, eh? Sorry, I can’t quite place you all, but I know dad thought so highly of you, Albert, and he would have been chuffed to know the renowned Mickey Bricks showed up for him.”

“I’m only sorry I didn’t get to know your father better,” Mickey said, reaching out to shake her hand.

“Allow me to introduce you,” Albert said. “Everyone, Skylar Winters – Skylar, Michael Stone you’ve just met. This is Ashley Morgan--”

“Ash Morgan,” she mused like it was familiar. “Fixer extraordinaire?”

“Best in the business,” Albert nodded, seeing said fixer looked likely to shrug off such praise in the same casual way he always did. “And this is our good friend and colleague Stacie Monroe and--”

“Danny. Danny Blue,” came the interruption, almost before Stacie could make any acknowledgement, a hand gripping Skylar’s for a firm shake as piercing blue eyes locked on hers. “Don’t tell me what you’ve heard, darlin’, I’ll only blush.”

“He won’t,” Stacie said wryly. “He’d need a sense of shame for that.”

“Tell you what, my dear, we were just thinking of going for a quiet drink,” Albert said, seeing the young woman shivering despite the layers of clothing and realising she wasn’t the only one. He’d thought maybe it was just his old bones feeling the cold, but it seemed the weather was taking its toll on all of them. “We’ll give ourselves a chance to thaw out, reflect on old friends, raise a glass to better times. Why don’t you join us?”

She hesitated, considering. There was something both appealing and terrifying about the alternative prospect of returning alone to the empty house she had once called home and the remnants of his father’s shattered existence. The shrug came almost before she realised she’d made up her mind.

“Sure, why not.” ***

“I’ll get these,” Albert said, as the crew duly traipsed into their usual haunt, waving off the faint protests he got in response. “No, no, I insist. Skylar, my dear, you’ll join us in a small medicinal whiskey, or would you prefer something else?”

“Whiskey’s fine, thanks,” their guest agreed, following the others as they made their way to a booth, Ash and Danny slipping in on either side of the table.

Much to Danny’s disappointment, and despite his pointed looks, Skylar slid in beside Ash, while Stacie took a seat beside him with a little smirk and Mickey sat on her other side, leaving the final space beside Skylar for Albert.

It was a tight enough squeeze for the six of them, but after the chill of outside, no one really minded the close quarters.

“Eddie, mate, crank the heating up, will ya?” Danny called to the landlord busy pouring their drinks. “It’s bleedin’ brass monkeys, innit!”

Eddie paused just long enough to roll his eyes, realising Albert had already ambled off without paying, leaving him to deliver their round to the table. “Won’t pay the bar tab, but still expect to add to the overheads,” he groused, although it didn’t stop him loading the glasses with their generous amber measures onto a tray and ferrying them to the booth.

“To absent friends,” Albert said, having eased himself into his seat and removed his hat and scarf before raising his glass solemnly. “To Wesley.”

“Absent friends,” the others echoed. “Wesley.”

“To dad,” Skylar murmured, ducking her head as tears pricked at her eyelids, yet somehow just a little heartened by the gentle clink of glasses against hers, and taking a small sip of her whiskey.

“That’s off the top shelf,” Ash noted, savouring his. “How’d you talk Eddie into that one, Albert?”

“I didn’t,” the older gentleman sounded surprised, but a glance towards the bar showed their sometimes reluctant host already back in his rightful place and tipping a glass of his own in their direction.

“To the Ice Man,” Eddie said simply.

“See, my dear, your father’s name still means something,” Albert said, with a sad smile. “To those who matter.” ***

The reminiscing had taken them down many a meandering path, one drink turning into two, then three. Ties had been loosened, Stacie had kicked off her heels below the table and Ash, having checked no one objected too much, had a lit cigarette idling between his fingers.

Given the place’s unofficial status as a grifter haunt and the various plots those walls had been party to over the years, from the elaborate and sublime to the frankly ludicrous, flouting smoking laws was hardly much of a concern.

“What?” Danny demanded suddenly, a mixture of “Who me” innocence and righteous indignation crossing his face under Ash’s enquiring stare. “Why ya looking at me like that?”

“If you’ve got something to say to me, Danny-boy, just say it,” Ash shrugged, the quirk of his lips suggesting he knew exactly what the blond across the table was trying to do. And to whom. “Instead of playing footsie with me all evening.”

Danny floundered, caught out as the others – including Skylar – laughed heartily. “Yeah, well… You wish, mate, you wish.”

“Danny, Danny, Danny,” Skylar grinned, a little of her old sparkle having returned to her green eyes in the face of good company and free-flowing alcohol. Even just a few hours spent with the crew had definitely revealed who the utterly shameless flirt was. “You and me, I’m just gonna say it – you and me? It’s a non-starter.”

“Hey, no, look, that’s not what… Um, why is that exactly? If I was curious. Which I’m not saying I am.”

“Come on,” she shrugged, gesturing between them as if it should be obvious. “This… I’d be…” she trailed off, already laughing as she thought about it. “I’d end up being Sky Blue!”

Snorting at the peals of laughter from everyone else around the table, Danny shook his head in disbelief. “Okay, first, your name’s Skylar, sweetheart. Skylar. And secondly, now who’s getting ahead of themselves? Cos I do not recall proposing. And trust me, I would. Recall, I mean. Not propose. No one’s proposing, so you can all just calm right down--”

“Steady, Dan, you’re sweating,” Ash teased, getting a dirty look in return.

“Poor Danny,” Stacie pouted, slinging her arm around his shoulders. “Are the grown-ups picking on you?”

“Would you comfort me if I said yes?” he shot back, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, even as she both laughed and tutted at him before turning her attention to gathering her coat and bag from where she’d stashed them in the corner of the booth behind him.

“Listen,” Stacey said. “I know you boys are dying to play poker or whatever it is you do to amuse yourselves until the next shiny thing distracts you, but I was going to call it a night. Skylar, do you have far to go? We could share a taxi if you like.”

“Thanks, Stacie,” the other woman smiled gratefully. “That’s probably a good idea. It’s been a long day and I can’t put off going home forever…”

“Well, now, forever’s… Forever’s a long time,” Danny mused carefully. “But I mean, in the meantime, you could certainly come home, you know, with me… I’m just saying.”

“Why do I feel like Stacie’s the safer bet?” Skylar smirked.

“Because you have the grifter gut instincts of your father,” Albert said.

“And they’d be correct,” Mickey added, already producing a pack of cards from seemingly out of nowhere. “Stace, if you’re sure you don’t want us to come with you, you’ll let us know when you’re home safe? You too, Skylar?”

“Of course,” Stacie said, dropping a little kiss on their leader’s temple before he eased himself up just long enough to let her slip gracefully out of the booth, back in her towering heels. “Goodnight, boys. Night, Albie, you take care.”

He smiled as she kissed his cheek and then also stood to let Skylar make a similar move out of the booth and pull her coat back on, tugging her long hair free of the collar. “Skylar, don’t be a stranger. And remember, if you need anything, there are places where your father’s name still carries the weight it’s due. Not least with us.”

“I’m so grateful, Albert, really,” she said quietly, giving him a little hug before glancing around at them all. “Under better circumstances, this would have been fun. As it was, you’ve made a tough day that little bit easier. Goodnight, guys.”

“Night, darlin’,” Ash said. “Good to meet you.”

“Night, Skylar,” Danny said, a little cheeky grin creeping over his face as he reached across the table, to press a phone into her hand. “Yours, I believe. May have some extra numbers now. Never know when you might need ‘em.”

“How did you…?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tapped the side of his nose. “We’d have to get a lot closer before I start spilling trade secrets. A lot… closer.”

“Really?” Ash said dryly. “Cos it ain’t ever stopped you before.” ***

“So you’re going back to your dad’s old place?” Stacie asked, as Skylar added an address to the instructions she’d already given the cabbie.

“Yeah,” the blonde sighed. “Someone has to sort the place out, go through his things.”

“You sure that’s something you want to be going back to tonight, straight after the funeral, on your own? I mean, I’m sure you could stay with us for a night or two. It’s a lot to take on, especially on your own.”

“I guess I feel like if I don’t face it now, I’ll bottle it completely,” Skylar confessed. “The house, it was comfortable once, but it’s been pretty much abandoned since dad went inside. I couldn’t bring myself to…”

“You don’t have to explain. Do you know what you’re going to do with it?”

“I haven’t really thought that far ahead. Ever since the prison called to tell me about dad, my head’s been all over the place.”

“Understandable,” Stacie sympathised. “Oh this is me. You’re sure you’re going to be ok? If you change your mind and want some company, just call – here, let me give you my number. To go with Danny’s.”

Skylar laughed at that in spite of herself, thanking her new friend as they parted ways and then sinking back into her seat again as the cab pulled away to continue the journey through the darkness, passing under pools of neon cast by the street lights.

The end-terrace townhouse, when they finally reached it, stood in shadows. Three gloomy stories towered over the quiet street, ivy stretching up the façade and the leaves of tall trees at the end gable brushed against upstairs windows.

Skylar paid the cabbie and stood in the street watching as he drove off. It felt for long moment like she’d been left entirely alone in the world and that alone was enough to make her heart sink and the warmth of the whiskey fade.

At least until a crash almost made her heart stop, only the yowl of a wronged neighbour cat causing her to curse her jumpiness and try to shake it off as she climbed the steps to the front door.

The brown envelope wedged in the letterbox caught her eye straight away and she tugged it free before unlocking the door and stepping inside to fumble for a light switch, finding only a small hall lamp on a table by the door. She probably would have discarded the mail right there until the morning, but she noticed it had been addressed by hand and bore no postal marks which struck her as slightly odd in the circumstances. And odder still, closer examination revealed that it was not actually, as she had so naturally assumed, for her father. Instead, her own name stared back at her.

Probably a sympathy card from someone who didn’t know her personally, but assumed she would show up at the house sometime.

Or not.

Ripped open envelope in one hand, contents in the other, Skylar sank down on the stairs, a past she thought she’d long-since buried racing up to meet her.

[yodeleyewho]

Uhoh, I think I’m getting obsessed over Hustle 😭😭

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 20: Candle🕯

Danny Blue x GN!Reader. Spooky moments. Things go bump in the night. Power outages. Gotta light them candles. Lots of fluff. Cuddling and snuggling. SpookTober Prompt: Candle🕯

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☆●~When The Lights Go Out~●☆

You and Danny were just setting up for a good horror binge until you guys experience a power outage. Only candles for a light source, you two take turns telling stories. Things get really spooky......

"Danny! Hurry!" You Cried as you got your Netflix set up to watch a horror movie binge.

"Coming!" Cried Danny as he made his way downstairs and into the living room where you had set up some snacks and drinks, accompanied by some pillows and blankets. Danny and you were dressed in warm, comfy pjs and with a smile, Danny sits on the couch and you two snuggled up together.

"So, what movie do you wanna watch first?" You Asked, cosying up to Danny closer.

"Hmmmm........Wanna watch that new scary movie with the red door?" Suggested Danny. You giggle and you two get closer.

"Okay, let's try that one" You Agreed and you clicked on the movie. The movie was just getting started until out of no where, all the electricity from the TV to the lights and Halloween decorations suddenly went out, plunging you and Danny's home in darkness, scaring you in the process and making Danny let out a startled yelp.

"Oi!" Yelped Danny, startled. You jumped and pressed up closer to him, heart racing. The lights going out so suddenly caught you both by surprise.

"Power outage" You Remarked and both of you sigh. So much for a cosy, spooky night in.

"God damnit!" You Sighed sadly.

"Hey, don't worry about it love. Come on, we can still make this a spooky night in!" Suggested Danny and you looked up at your boyfriend, smiling.

"Let's get some candles lit up" You Suggested.

"Alright! Hand me that flashlight love" Said Danny and you handed Danny a flashlight before following him around the house, gathering up some matches and candles. Once everything was gathered up, you two returned to the living room, lit up the candles and to pass the time until the power returns, you decided to suggest some spooky stories to tell each other.

"Right, so you wanna tell each other spooky stories?" Asked Danny. You nod your head with a smile.

"See who gets scared the most!" You Added, giving Danny a cheeky wink and Danny scoffed with a smirk.

"Listen love, the whole scary stories thing? Doesn't phase me one bit" Smirked Danny. You giggled and smirked back.

"Alright. You go first Danny" You Suggested.

With a wicked smirk, Danny leaned in towards you.

"Alright love, but don't say I didn't warn ya" Warned Danny in a ominous voice, making you giggle as Danny leaned back in the couch.

"Right, so you know Alnwick Castle?" Asked Danny. You nod your head with a smile, remembering when Danny took you to see the castle.

"Yeah" You Smiled happily.

"Well, I bet you didn't know there was a vampire that lived in that castle" Remarked Danny smirking. You're eyes widened as Danny began his tale.

"Well, this is the story of the Vampire Of Alnwick Castle. Now it's a bit short but it's spooky nonetheless.

Right, so this 12th century historian William of Newburgh chronicled how a former master of Alnwick Castle would rise from his grave and prowl the streets at night, causing terror and disease you know, being a local boogeyman. So the townsfolk all panicked and some of the locals went to his burial site which was a shallow grave and dug up the body. The body was revealed to be bloated, which when pierced with a spade, disgorged fresh blood, proving to them that it was indeed a vampire. The body was then taken outside the town and burned" Explained Danny.

You shivered at that, just imagining the bloated corpse filled with fresh blood. Danny chuckled as you giggled a little.

"Okay, that was a good story Danny. It was chilling" You Praised and Danny smirked proudly.

"Told ya! Now it's your turn love. Tell me a blood chilling story" Suggested Danny smiling.

"I'll happily oblige my dear" You Replied smiling and you launched into your tale.

"Alright so this story took place in Ireland, in the late 70s. One night a strange, thick fog rolled in and wouldn't leave. That night, the police got phone calls from people claiming to see the dead walk the streets, sometimes they were relatives who passed on and others were neighbours and friends they knew. This continued until the morning, where the fog cleared up. The police decided to investigate the local graveyard to see if this was just a hoax by the people. When they arrived at the cemetery, the police were shocked and unnerved to find all the graves were empty. Only one question remained, where did the bodies go?" You Explained.

Danny felt a chill go up his spine at that story. He had to admit, you had a knack for storytelling and this one was good.

"Wow, okay that was a scary story!" Remarked Danny impressed. You smiled and blushed, glad to see he found the story scary.

"It's a mystery still to this day" You Added.

"Really? Jeez, so maybe the dead really walked that night" Remarked Danny feeling another shiver go through him at the thought of seeing an actual zombie.

"Did.....did anyone get bitten or attacked?" Asked Danny. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"No don't worry. Everyone was too afraid to go outside because of the strange fog" You Explained.

"I'd be more afraid of zombies than fog love" Remarked Danny, wrapping himself up in a blanket as you two huddled closer, the candles flickering and casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

Suddenly there was creaking in the hallway and you both turned your heads at the noise, both of you freezing. You looked at each other and then at the hallway, both of you shivering.

"You heard that right?" Asked Danny, a noticeable tremble in his voice as he spoke.

"Yeah....I..I....I did" You Answered, trembling.

You both kept an ear out for more sounds, nothing more was heard.

"Wanna hear another story?" Danny Suggested. You shook yourself of nerves and put on a brave face.

"Sure! Hit me with the best" You Replied smiling. Danny smirked and launched into his next tale.

"Another story about a castle but with a twist of some tragedy. In the 16th century, Heloise Pennington, daughter of Sir Ferdinand Pennington, master of Muncaster Castle, fell in love with a young carpenter right? But Heloise you see, was already betrothed to a knight and in anger at his daughter for daring to love someone deemed, you know unworthy, Sir Ferdinand had paid his jester to murder the freaking carpenter and presenting the severed head as proof of his deed! The headless body of the carpenter is said to roam the castle ever since, searching for his lost love" Explained Danny.

You felt a cold chill sweep through the room, the candles flickering and your heart ached for the poor unfortunate carpenter.

"Poor fella" You Remarked.

"Yeah, poor sod" Agreed Danny.

You were about to launch into your next story when suddenly the lights and power came back on, startling both of you once more.

"Jesus!" Yelped Danny as he jumped along with you. You both held each other for a brief moment before laughing at the same time.

"Guess we had a spooky night after all!" Remarked Danny and you both laughed in agreement.

You grabbed the remote and looked to Danny.

"Wanna finish that movie?" You Asked.

"Go on" Agreed Danny and you both smiled and snuggled up together on the couch as the movie played and the candles still flickered.

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[mangoapple]

they mention the London crew in one episode, and my desire to see the Hustle team as a part of the Leverage: International is reawakened

[notasapleasure]

Hustle S07E.04 (2011)

Once more I am apologising for posting approximately ONE MILLION screenshots, and also for being gullible about the nature of Hustle. This was a delight in the end, but I left my live reactions as they are.

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Another staple of BBC TV that I. Never watched. (if you wonder why I pay my license fee, it’s as I said before: rugby. So the Joplin-blogging will only be happening in between 6 Nations matches this weekend).

Danush...already does not spark joy D:

God this is exhausting look at all these old men running around, I'm going to have a heart-attack just watching them...

HEY THAT'S WEDGE

Benny is Denis Lawson! Aww, I think Brasso and Wedge would get on brilliantly. That's not how this is going to go down in this episode.

His nickname is The Dentist.

I'm going to say he'd get on with Lee from Utopia :')

If you're squeamish about 'unscheduled extractions' this one won't be for you!

There's a lot of bigging up of how awful and smart and horrible Danush is, but very little Danush thus far.

Hangs out at the boxing gym, wears good suits. Casually beats up goons in broad daylight.

I don't know the lady Hustler's name* (*Emma) but:

She's right.

It's a Look.

Montage montage montage - ooh!

Not the most flattering shot, but for interested parties: the gnarly arm scar is there!

Also he has a pet rottweiler aww. He even chose his password for dear Tyson, the fool :')

He's not interested in boxing at the Olympics, has no sense of humour and I don't know enough about Iranian accents to scrutinise that one too closely...

Bleurghhh so many swishy fast-paced camera cuts I feel seasick

Walk walk fashion baby

It's his turf guys, get off it

Head empty. So pretty. He can take my teeth I don't mind I just want to smell him.

Also for him to not talk, I think that accent is probably Bad.

u ok Jo?

No I uh....just...uhh

Me, having a Perfectly Normal One: I’d let him gut me like a fish, sure.

So the deal ends in Danush nicking the cash...and...

SCREAM

HE'S A BIG ADORABLE GEORDIE BABY WORKING WITH WEDGE!!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT SMILE YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR THE ACCENT DHJSKSHDGKFKFFG

LOOK at this big brown-eyed baby dealing with scary gangsters oh sweetheart no you’re too soft for this

Aww the double-crossers got double-crossed. Hope he and Wedge don't get their legs cut off by Vic :(

Aw he really was all front! Once The CrewTM were onto him he got very easily screwed over.

Lloyd the Geordie is outta here, mon! And Benny's off to Tehran.

Rating

Dead? Nope! Consensus is that Vic won’t care about his legs, only Benny’s.

Evil? Absolutely not, not a drop of malice in his body, just a big cuddly Rottweiler-loving darling.

Affects the plot? Well, not as such, I’d say. He does what Benny tells him to do, and then he scarpers. Not really any agency of his own.

This was a delight, and Joplin looks fine, both as mad Darius and sweet Lloyd. 4/5 again, because I’m still waiting for him to play a character who gets a little more background and motivation of his own, and at least some kind of resolution. A girl can dream!

But also now please give me my Star Wars Hustle AU where post-canon, everyone survives, Brasso and Wedge get a team together to get Cassian and Jyn out of trouble.

[sweet-christabel]

One Dress a Day - bonus challenges

The Men of September Hustle - Michael ‘Mickey Bricks’ Stone (Adrian Lester)

I don’t think there are many men who could carry off a bright purple suit without looking like the Joker, but Mickey is one of them. I love the slight sheen on the fabric and the salmon-coloured lining. He wears it with a couple of different shirts, but my personal favourite is the purple and green striped one. If you’re going to do purple, it’s good to commit! The trousers look quite baggy, which gives it a vintage feel.

[deeisace]

Thank you for recommending Leverage. I've loved White Collar for ages and seeing you rant in joy about Leverage gave me something new to binge and it's been over a month and I'm on season 5 and still grateful.

I'll go back to lurking now. Just, thanks.

aw, i'm so glad to hear that! i'm glad you're enjoying it, and how lovely of you to tell me ^^

have you heard the good news about the more recent renewal? Leverage Redemption? there's also a I think Korean version I've not got round to watching yet, but it's on my list

[roleplayfinder]

Desperately seeking an Ash Morgan for my Sean Kennedy (BBC Hustle)

Is there is anyone who remembers this amazing show and wants to write something beautifu?

Hello! 20+ writer. I’m completely enamoured by Ash Morgan and Sean Kennedy from Hustle as of late. I’ve been rewatching the show for a while now and I can’t get enough of the whole ensemble. I would love to play Sean and I’m mostly looking for an Ash but I’d take a Mickey or Danny if that’s more your cuppa.

I LOVE angst, fluff, action, hurt/comfort... everything in between. Slow-burn romances are my absolute jam. I totally picture Ash as having been burned in love (maybe with Danny? Or an OC? I would be happy to play the ex lover) and so he’s closed his heart off forever. Here comes Sean. I see it as a FWB thing to start, but love develops. Lots of hiding it from the others. We can explore the other relationships like Ash’s friendship with Mickey, Emma and Sean’s sibling relationship.

I can go rather lengthy and love multi-para/Novella style rp’s with quality and quantity considered. I’d say things like dialogue heavy scenes are a bit less but transitional scenes and starters would be longer.

I’m semi-regular in my responses - I’m not working atm so I have time to at least chat OOC. Real life always comes first.

I enjoy sharing things that remind me of our characters, whether it be songs or art. As well as that, I’m all about an equal exchange of ideas and enjoy plotting with my partner.

I really hope I find someone for this. I’ve been looking for a while but I think it’s a pretty extinct fandom now. Still, worth a try!

I write via email or discord but like this and I’ll reach out.

[takaraphoenix]

9 Favorite TV Shows (that I don’t always talk about)

I got tagged by @blairwaldcrf​ - and am gonna take a page from their book, because this list is just always the same. So. Cutting out all the shows I always talk about anyway.

(The 9 that are on the obvious main list: Buffy, Relic Hunter, Leverage, Once Upon a Time, Shadowhunters, Sailor Moon, One Piece, Teen Wolf, Charmed)

These are in no particular order because it’d break my brain to actually rank them!

1. Community

One of my favorite comedies! It is so silly, but it is also very consistent - it does drop a little in the later seasons, but I love the originality of the show in the overall.

2. The Nanny

My all-time favorite comedy show. I used to rewatch all the re-runs. One of the down-sides of streaming is that you no longer just... end up watching reruns (also so much content, no real time for casual rewatches, I should make the time for another rewatch). Will they/won’t they rom-coms all around the world want what Max and Fran had. Jealous bitches want to be CC but never will be. No butler has ever sassed like Niles.

3. Hustle

I love this show a lot! It is severely underrated! It’s if Leverage was a band of British bastards who steal for themselves and break the fourth wall. I love them a lot. I think everyone who loves Leverage should go and watch Hustle too, honestly. It’s about the found family and the con.

4. Grey’s Anatomy

Listen, this show isn’t perfect, it has flaws, but anything that has run for 19 years has to have flaws. But I love it so much - and the friendship between Cristina and Meredith is quite frankly absolutely amazing. The way they prioritize each other, and the way their partners accept that? And so many more things I love about this show.

5. Stargate SG-1

Genuinely my favorite scifi show. It is so well-written with such compelling characters and arcs and just genuinely so funny, it has no right to still hold up so well and be that funny - and I’m saying that as someone who didn’t grow up on it and only discovered it a couple years ago.

6. Recess

My comfort cartoon from my childhood. I loved this as a kid so very, very much and it still brings me a lot of joy and warm childhood memories to rewatch.

7. Kekkai Sensen

I can’t explain this one. I hate blood/violence in anime, I usually skip these parts. I don’t know. But I have so much love for this anime. I regularly find myself rewatching it because I love it so much (though also, admittedly, due to its short length. Can’t casually pop in a full rewatch of One Piece).

8. Kuroko no Basuke

Favorite of the sports anime! An absolute classic. The color-coded basketball monster boys! It also masters length quite well, to be honest? Many either stretch out the length of games far too long (side-eyeing later seasons of Haikyuu), or more recent anime that just... cut everything so very short and speedrun through it all a little too much? I think KnB has the right balance to stretch it out but keep you in suspense.

9. Shadow & Bone

And you know what! Another ongoing show, beside Grey’s. I really do love SaB a lot, what can I say. I’m weak for flawed fantasy shows with great characters.

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Tagging @kimmycup​ @justonemorechapternicercy​ @kunfyouzed​ and anyone else who wants to do it, feel tagged by me <3

[alandofmyth]

If there is anyone watching Hustle (BBC) in 2022 (shit it's 2023 now) pleaseee tell me <3

[kxllerblond]

On Clark && Organized Crime.

I really emphasize the fact Clark dabbles heavily in the criminal world (and corporate business overworld) and that he has a reputation, but also is a relatively mysterious individual-—you may have asked yourself how the fuck he manages to be some business-equivalent of John goddamn W*ck and does so while being a supernatural creature.

We've been over the HOW in terms of how he has the influence he has, the connections, etc. Clark works OBSESSIVELY, he's toxic about it to the point where the only reason he hasn't fucked his own health is because he's got the perks of being inhuman. I really hammer in the fact that Clark NEEDS to keep busy and so he dumps just about all of his waking energy into what he does and with the combination of supernatural perks && his own unmatched drive, he accomplished an insane amount in a mere 20 years that could rival just about any multi-generational crime family at this point. I touch on it a little more in detail HERE.

WHAT'S HE DO?

What does he bring to the table? What has gotten him so well connected and powerful? As one might expect from the son of a demon-— he's a deal maker, a deal settler, and a deal enforcer. He's your middleman they can't say no to and, more importantly, he's one that don't WANT to say no to. He brings other things to the table that's earned him some respect like being insanely reliable and always delivering on his promises and, of course, the fact he's got enough money and favors pocketed it makes him valuable just to be in business with.

On the less savory side of things, there are certainly stories ring leaders tell their underlings to keep them in line and many of them may or may not involve Clark and what he has may or may not have done to groups that have gone back on their word with him or went so far as to double-cross him. Rooms of gore, entire crime families wiped over night if they were lucky, killed in every way but physically if they weren't. Gnarly stuff and gnarly punishments for what Clark considers the biggest affront to him. Needless to say, with statements like that, betrayal doesn't happen much nowadays.

Got a pretty decent example of something he might get up to if you reeeeally peeved him off HERE.

BEING IMMORTAL IN A MORTAL WORLD

Arachno, you may ask, how the fuck does he exist like this for twenty something plus years and do the things he does and not be found out? Does no one ask questions??? The short answer is: he really only half avoids it and also people would rather believe a nonsensical lie than they would to accept some batshit truth.

The long answer is he has a plethora of aliases. Frankly, you could be working with or for him and not even know it. Aside from that, he sends liaisons in his stead at times, he impersonates as his own grandson, was his own son before that. Sometimes, he just goes as Mr. Thompson in person, sometimes he only communicates via voice or text. Between all these mediums of doing business, it just further lends to his wild ass reputation. Which leads us to...

THE DEMON OF WALL STREET

An annoying moniker he's earned (much to his chagrin) and is due to the culmination of his own dark reputation, the manner in which he conducts business and settles deals, and also because of the fact there are totally grandpappy crime lords out there on their last leg who SWEAR they remember dealing with the same eerily beautiful blond man in a suit that their predecessor is working with now despite how humanly impossible that would be. Some real Age of Adaline shit. Mr. Thompson does get tossed around a lot, but this title is what you'll hear most often-—especially when you're in a pinch and looking for a last ditch solution to a problem. This is where I get a lot of the OMG!! HE'S JUST LIKE JW from because, really, that's how he gets talked about-—like this scene for example.

Really, he's just some highly professional, efficient, and will-driven businessman that can be like a force of nature if you personally agitate him. Truly an angel to some, a demon to others.

GETTING IN CONTACT WITH THE DEMON

Sort of just an altered version of how you'd get ahold of him in a supernatural sense. He's got a business card with nothing but a number that usually gets passed around by people he's already worked with, sometimes it's by word of mouth. You call or text this number, you get meeting instructions, the line becomes unreachable.