What are all the moments we get with Eggsy and Tilde from the novelization?
I’m so glad you asked!
Eggsy thinks her accent is “adorable”
Tilde and Michelle get on so well – like sickeningly well – and Eggsy is so happy the “…two most important women in his life love each other…” (scratch that, he thinks – it’s three, including ole Daisy) (I still can’t believe we, as a collective, managed to make Daisy a canon name?)
When they’re heading over to Brandon’s party, he sees her in the hoodie and pants and he just thinks that even when she’s dressed down, she still looks like royalty. (’He supposed she always would.’)
Tilde makes a comment about how beautiful the architecture is at his old estate and he’s a little taken aback because he ‘…doesn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her voice…’ She’s so genuine! And wants to see the beauty in everything!
Their cover-story for how they met goes as follows: Tilde came into the Kingsman shop one day to find a new tailor for her father and Eggsy was the “…lucky bastard who got to help her…” Sparks flew, and they’ve been together ever since. What. A. Dream.
Eggsy constantly worries (in his head) that he’s not good enough to be with her, especially long-term. He’s like, how can a guy who grew up on a London council estate ever be good enough for a princess?
Eggsy is so stressed the morning of meeting her parents. They’re waiting outside by a cab and Brandon rolls up late and Eggsy’s snapping at him a little bit from the stress and Tilde shoots him looks like, “We’re so thankful you could dog-sit JB, Brandon. Aren’t we, Eggsy?” And Eggsy just murmurs, “Yeah, thanks,” before handing over the keys to his flat.
Eggsy actually didn’t pick the orange dinner jacket! Tilde did! He does love the jacket but he’s self-conscious in it because he doesn’t know if it’s appropriate or not but she tells him how handsome he looks in it and he immediately – immediately – starts feeling better about it.
Eggsy’s in such awe when he enters the palace for the first time. He murmurs, “Fuck me,” and she leans in and whispers, “I will. Later. Maybe in the throne room.” And they both giggle. (She’s a freak! Love her!)
When the attacks begin to happen, Eggsy darts out of the dining room, desperately trying to get someone on the comms. She follows, trying to catch up with him as he stumbles through the halls. Then, he turns around, stumbling over his words and not being too coherent – “Stay here, I have to go. It’s safe here.” She wraps her arms around him, and at first he tries to move away – he has to go – but then he melts into it, accepting this one comfort. Softly, she tells him to do what he has to.
(Later, we find out that she told her parents the reason he freaked out was because some of his friends were caught in the “London Bombings” – and assures him later that, despite that, her parents loved him.)
Remember when Eggsy tells Whiskey he got his Glasto tickets from his contact? His contact is literally Tilde. He told Whiskey to stay out in the car while he got the tickets – he literally made Jack wait outside while he had a rigorous Welcome Home shag with Tilde. #Goals.
They’re having a “…post-coital cuddle…” and Tilde is tracing patterns into his chest and Eggsy tells her, in Swedish, that he loves her and Tilde smiles and kisses him and sighs, “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
She asks him if, after he’s done with everything, he wants to go house-hunting with her. And he thinks about how much it’ll hurt now Harry’s flat is gone, but decides it’ll be really good for them to have their own place.
Tilde, mischievously: “Do you want your present now?” / Eggsy: “I thought getting to see you was my present. There ain’t nothing I want more.” She then hops out of bed and gets the puppy from the bathroom.
Eggsy leaves the hotel, returning to Whiskey. Immediately, Whiskey says, “Do you always sleep with your contacts?” Nodding down to Eggsy’s shirt, “Your shirt was tucked in when you went in.”
Before they leave, they hear tapping from above. Looking up, there’s Tilde, in a bathrobe and the puppy in her arms. She smiles, broadly, and waves down at the boys. She’s so fucking cute - GOD.
(Bless her, she accidentally got them the wrong Glasto tickets.)
When Eggsy rings her up, he’s dreading it. He doesn’t want to tell her about the Clara stuff. He’d rather ask her how her day’s been, if she’s eaten. If she has, what did she have? Was it any good, babe?
Tilde, upon hearing Eggsy has to sleep with someone, immediately thinks it’s Whiskey. “Who?” She asks, “The old guy with you?”
Tilde: “Is she pretty?” / Eggsy: “Nowhere near as pretty as you.”
She asks for a photo of this girl he has to sleep with, and he actually sends her a really pretty photo of her and of course she’s not gonna be happy about it, dude! Oh, my God.
The thing that gets me the most is that when Eggsy sees Clara undress, he thinks about how the old Eggsy – the Eggsy before he met Tilde – would’ve already been shucking off his clothes and pulling Clara onto the bed but he can’t now. He only ‘…finds her attractive in the abstract…’ ‘…Nothing stirred in him.’
I really love her POV chapter, during the part where she’s sprawled out in bed, miserable, smoking a fat-ass joint (same, sister). She’s not even that upset that he has to sleep with someone else. It’s the fact she thought he wanted to be with her, have a future with her.
Their relationship felt so good, and worked for as long as it did, because they were able to overlook each other’s upbringings, the labels – these things that they can’t help – and love each other anyway; share a life, in spite of all those things that would otherwise drive people away.
But they can’t. She’s a public princess and he’s a secret agent and it’ll compromise the both of them if they made a big, public lifetime commitment to one another, and she begins to wonder if he ever even meant it when he said he wanted to spend his life with her. Why say it if he knows they can’t be public? Why say it if it’s a danger with the job?
Why even begin a relationship like theirs if it wasn’t going to work out?
On the plane coming back from Glasto. Eggsy is desperately texting Tilde, trying to get a response. She does, telling him to stop texting her. She needs time to think. Eggsy to Whiskey: “Is the wifi working in here?” / Whiskey, casually playing pool as Eggsy’s life falls apart: “Yup. It’s your relationship that ain’t working.” / Eggsy: “She’s never ignored my texts before.” / Whiskey: “You never told her you didn’t have a future before.”
(Sorry, divergent. But this is a really, really good scene that was cut and is supposed to parallel the martini scene with Harry and Eggsy. Here, Whiskey basically tells Eggsy that he should forget about Tilde. He’s a spy! They get to travel the world, fuck and chuck. They shouldn’t worry themselves with attachments. Whiskey: “Your friend Harry probably would’ve told you the same,” and Eggsy supposes he’s right about that. But then, of course, later on in the movie, Harry tells him the opposite. Which is probably why Eggsy looks so taken aback when Harry tells him that no, love as much as you can. Love is what makes life worth living.)
Eggsy sits at the bar, miserable, and checks his voicemail, just to see if Tilde called him and he missed it. She hadn’t. That No New Messages voice makes him feel cold. He stares at the photo of them with JB, which is his wallpaper, and is just absolutely wrecked.
(TW: Suicide idealisation.) With losing Tilde, and everyone else, he leaves the bar and wishes some drunk sod would run him over so all this could be over. He wonders what’s the point of going on if he, a spy, can’t protect everyone and everything he loves? What’s the point when it’s all taken away from you? Jesus Christ, this book gets fucking dark sometimes.
Moving forward. Eggsy gets a text from Tilde: HAPPY CLOUD HAT. FROG BUNS! GOT SOME NICE WATERED-DOWN DRINKS FROM AMAZON? ;) She immediately rings him. He picks up, “Tilde?” But she doesn’t know who he is. Tilde: “Who is this?” / Eggsy: “What? You called me?”
She hangs up. He calls her again, this time on FaceTime, and sees her face covered in the rash, like the movie. He freaks out, she’s talking a load of hysterical rubbish. Then, she freezes.
Her father steps into shot, snatching the phone from her hands. “She’s in the third stage. Maybe if you hadn’t had broken her heart–” and then throws the phone onto the bed. All Eggsy can see is her in the distance, limbs bent at an awkward angle, her eyes glazed over but looking terrified (You’re conscious the whole time you’re stuck. The moment stage-three happens, the mania wears off.) Their new puppy skitters around on the bed, just as terrified. And Eggsy can’t do a thing about it.
Later, her parents have a room full of doctors surrounding her, trying to figure out how to help her. But they’re useless. Tilde, conscious, sees the puppy, scared, and wants to comfort him. She thinks of Eggsy, and wishes she could kick everyone out of her apartment and have him there instead. She wants to take him in her arms, she wants to touch him, hold his face. She wants to hear his voice, wants to tell him how much she loves him, how much she misses him. She wants to fix things.
They give her a cure. Then, as if on cue, her phone rings. Her father grabs it, and Tilde can see from afar that it’s Eggsy calling. She runs – sprints – to the phone and snatches it out of his hand to take the call. For a woman who was just paralysed, they all think, she sure can move.
Oh, Eggsy thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life when he sees her walking down the aisle. He thinks that, from now on, beauty is gonna be measured and compared to this, to her in that dress. His eyes brim with tears, his heart feels full.
Daisy follows closely behind her and Tilde’s father, in this adorable little dress (she’s a bridesmaid!), with Tilde’s ring clutched in her little, toddler hand, and with “…a grin a mile-wide.” She’s so happy for her big brother!
The priest begins to do the ritual and Eggsy is so busy looking at her that he can’t hear a single thing the priest is saying. The both of them smile at each other, bursting with pride and happiness and love.
Daisy has Tilde’s ring, and Harry has Eggsy’s. Should I add that the dogs are at the wedding too? Harry names his Yorkie, Hamish, after Merlin. And Eggsy names his new pug after JB (JB2)
A little extra. The wedding hall is divided. One side is Tilde’s relatives, and the other is Eggsy’s. Tilde’s side is very reserved, very regal, whereas Eggsy’s are a lot more boisterous and energetic.
Champ begins to heckle Tilde’s side as the pair kiss. Champ: “Hey! Lighten up, guys! This ain’t a goddamn funeral! Champagne’s on me!” Then: “Hit it, Elton!” And Elton breaks out into song: “Kiss the Bride”.
(It doesn’t take long for the Bop to liven up Tilde’s side of the church)
“Mate, you missed it!” Jack laughs as Joe walks back in the room, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Y/N got right into a story and her accent got heavy. Like, worse than normal.” Josh explains, also laughing.
I sit on the couch, arms cross, mouth closed tightly. I could feel my cheeks warm as a blush spread across them, while the boys continued to tease me.
There were times I really hated being from Birmingham. Most of them was around the squad. They would pick up on the little terms I would say, ones that weren’t used around here, and would tease me about them or how I say them.
Even Joe would join in, despite us having been dating for nearly a year. He didn’t tease me nearly as much, but still did on occasion.
“Awe, babe.” Joe smiles at me as sits beside me, throwing an arm around me.
“Come on, what was that one word you used?” Conor leans forward, laughter shining in his eyes.
I remain silent, shaking my head.
“She isn’t going to say anything anymore, you guys.” Joe chimes in, chuckling at my stubbornness.
“Boo,” Caspar pouts. “Her accent is so fun though!”
“That’s what I tell her, I think its adorable when she gets going and her accent takes over, but apparently she doesn’t like it as much as we do.” Joe explains, placing a kiss on the top of my forehead.
I roll my eyes as they all talk about me like I’m not there, determined to not speak anymore.
The rest of the night continues much the same, the boys do their best to get me to speak again, or even trick me in to saying something that only someone from Birmingham would say. But I had learned a while back it was best to keep silent, eventually they’d move on to a different thing.
Finally, it was just Joe and I left, the others having left to their separate homes.
“Are you going to talk now, babe?” He asks, coming back in after locking the door.
“Are you going to tease me?” I say carefully, not letting my accent be too thick.
“I’m sorry,” He says, sitting back in his spot beside me. “But I really do think your accent is adorable.”
“So you have to bug me about it all the time?”
“All in good fun, love. I promise.”
“Sorry if I don’t find it fun.” I roll my eyes, although there’s a small smile on my lips. I know they mean well, and that they don’t actually mean any of the words they say.
“How about if I start talking in some ridiculous accent, will that make you feel better?” Joe tries, looking down at me.
“I think you just called me accent ridiculous.” I point at him.
“That’s not what I mean! C’mon. Everyone makes fun of Birmingham accents, its a normal English thing to do!”
“Alright, you do one then.”
“Do your accent?” I nod in response, shifting in the seat to face him. “Alright, uhm…what do you want me to say?”
“Anything really.” I shrug.
“Oh hello, I’m from Birmingham. I have a weird accent.” Joe says, doing his best to mimic my accent. I burst out laughing, shaking my head.
“That is by far the worst attempt I’ve ever seen. Please, if you love me, do that in front of the boys next time.”
“Only if you promise to speak in front of them again.” He says, pulling me closer to him on the couch as we both giggle.
“Honey, I’ll talk every time we’re with them if you talk like that.”
Summary: Gabriel and the reader both have feelings for each other, and even through they speak the same language, accents can be tough. Word count: 1639 Warnings: Alcohol, swearing and too much Cockney rhyming slang (but to be fair, Cockney is the most amazing accent in the world)
A/N: PISSED MEANS DRUNK IN BRITISH, NOT ANGRY :) I used loads of Cockney rhyming slang here, and I have a “translation” list under the fic. Enjoy!
“For the last time, Dean, we don’t go around calling people ‘guvnah’!” you shouted at the arrogant Winchester who sat across from you. “A’ight mate, top of the mornin’ to ya,” Dean continued, straying further and further from the British accent he was trying to do. “Alright, so why does Dick Van Dyke do that?” “Because Dick Van Dyke is an American imposter, Dean,” you growled and downed the rest of your beer. You were so done with this conversation, and all you wanted was to haul your arse over to the archangel in the other room, where he was sitting with Cas. “See ya lay’ah, guv, now shu’ up or you’ll be brown bread,” you said to Dean in your best Mockney accent, blowing a raspberry at him before you left. Dean nearly fell off his chair laughing. “Bloody paper hat…” you muttered and moved into the library instead.
This is the dumbest thing ever but imagine playing just dance with the overwatch characters, who is bad, who completely nails it and who would lure the person they like into a sexy dance with them? I'm sorry this is so dumb
Haha! I don’t think it’s dumb at all. I think it’d be kind of cute actually! I won’t be able to put in everyone, but I’ll take this opportunity to write about some characters I haven’t written much for yet :)
Everyone is probably gathered up because Lúcio and D.Va planned to show them what Just Dance or whatever the equivalent game for them would be. Obviously those two are the best because they’ve practiced, but there are some really surprising contenders!!
Like Reinhardt and Torbjörn!!!! !!!!!!!!! They might not get very good scores in the game, but they certainly know how to dance in their own style. Their kind of tipsy/drunk energy is contagious too; they’re most likely to get everyone up and dancing by being boisterous. Forget the game, just do your best! If you’re thinking of sitting out, forget it, because Reinhardt is 100% going to pick you up like you’re a feather and swing you around hahaha.
Mercy needs some coaxing, but she does try it, as long as you’re there with her playing on some easy songs first. There’s lots of embarrassing giggling, but Mercy is pretty on point with following instruction and stuff. She doesn’t play for long, but she at least gives it a go. The doctor is a most gracious dance partner!
Mei is waaay to embarrassed to try, but she’s always humming along to the songs and sometimes singing them to the best of her ability. Her accent makes it so cute you just want to smooch her adorable face when she blushes at your comments.
Pharah is really, really resistant in jumping up to give it a go because she’s really scared of making a fool of herself, but you manage to convince her. She’s actually pretty good at more of the technical moves and it’s not as if she’s completely uncoordinated and off the beat. She actually has a lot of fun despite her original hesitation and it puts her in the mood to go clubbing (where she would totally sexy dance with you btw, after a few shots)! Hahah
Zarya just gets right into it. She’s also surprisingly good, but in a way that she’s not very good at the easier and slower song and just amazingly good right away at the harder songs???? You think maybe it’s because of the energy and it gets her hyped up. She’s also the one who tries eventually just gives up and dances with you because she thinks you dance really cute.
Genji actually decides to sit out, but surprisingly it’s Zenyatta that steps up to the plate! He actually doesn’t do well in the game, but WOW UMM HE HAS SOME COOL REALLY COOL MOVES, especially with his orbs and the movements of his arms, hands and digits (and his transcendent limbs too). He has his own super cool spiritual style and surprises everyone with what he can do.
Junkrat is like WOW REALLY SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT THE GAME? He actually manages to get close to one of D.Va’s scores? You all think maybe he didn’t quite get there because his prosthetic jolts his movements out a little bit; not that he can’t move or that it looks awkward, but the game only registers some pretty precise movements sometimes (it’s kind of unfair tbh). Junkrat doesn’t doesn’t give a flying fuck though, he loves some of the songs. He is definitely the kind to pull you into his arms and try and make you dirty dance (maybe a little too literally, you get soot all over your clothes) with him. It’s hilariously fun!! <33
Roadhog doesn’t really dance. He just stands there with Junkrat going off the chain nearby, but you see him tapping his foot or nodding his head to the beat of the music. You figure its because he’s a bit shy or something. Junkrat is adamant about how ‘Roady is mad at the Haka! You gotta do it, mate. It’ll scare the pants right offa ‘em!’. At the end of the night, Roadhog does oblige in showing the cultural dance. He doesn’t say anything about it, but it nets him a round of applause because it’s both terrifying and inspiring!!
It’s a pretty successful night in the end, even if the game is completely forgotten after awhile haahha!
You sat down at your new desk in your new school. First day, first period, and you terrified. You and your mother had just moved from Russia. You grew up learning both Russian and English so you didn’t have any trouble talking, but you still had an accent. What if people make fun of your accent? You calm down and look forward.
“Hey V.”, Eric whispers to his friend sitting in front of him. “Yeah?”,Dylan whispers after he turns around. “Check out the new girl. How about we become friends with her before a white cap.”, he says. “Okay.” They get up and walk over to you. Dylan sits beside you while Eric sits in front of you. Panic runs through your veins but you don’t let it show. “Hi. I’m Eric Harris. That’s Dylan.”, he points to his tall friend. “I’m (Y/N).”, you say quietly. “She’s so pretty…and quiet…I’m getting obsessed already.”,Dylan thinks to himself. “So where did you move from?”, Dylan asks. This was the moment your were scared of, but there’s no hiding it now. “Russia.”, you say. You didn’t try to hide your accent. Both the boys smile from the accent. “Really? You’re not screwing with us?”, Eric asks. “Nope. I was born and raised there until me and my mom moved here this summer.”, you say. “Her accent is so adorable!”, they both think. “Did you grow up learning English?”, Dylan asks. “Yes actually.”, you smile.
They weren’t making fun of you! They asked more questions until they had to go to their original desks when class started. “You want to sit with us at lunch”, Eric asked before moving. “Sounds great!”, you say with a smile.
who's your top 5 most attractive men? top 5 most attractive women??? (and why)
oh god, i don’t think that i can rank them, so these are just put in random order.
- seb stan
idk if y’all have ever seen my blog, but if you have you’ll know that i kind of have a thing for this guy. just because he’s so funny in interviews and so sweet to all of his fans and im a sucker for his blue eyes. every. time.
- daveed diggs
i think that his insane, carefree, hilarious personality is a huge thing for me. And the way he gives zero fucks about what people will say about him makes me swoon. i also love his poofy hair and his girlfriend is gorgeous too ??? explain ???
- cam newton
i was literally just talking about him. hear me out, i know that people hate his attitude bc he’s apparently too arrogant or whatever, but i, for some reason, like that? And his smile and dimples got me weak as hell.
- chadwick boseman
it’s crazy to me that this man is 40 years old. homeboy has found the fountain of youth or some shit. This is going to sound hella weird but i love his voice. Like I’ll watch an interview just to listen to his voice and idk there’s just something about it.
- chris evans
oh, come on. He’s undoubtedly gorgeous and he has this adorable personality that shines when he says things like his dog is his buddy. And again with the blue eyes. It gets me every time.
listen, zendaya could fuck me up any day of the week. And, obviously, she is drop dead gorgeous, but she’s funny too and humor is a big thing for me. And her makeup is always fleek.
- elizabeth olsen
yo i guarentee you that it’s her eyes that im so attracted to. Look at them, they’re so green and pretty and ugh my aesthetic is elizabeth olsen’s eyes. mhm. sign me the fuck up.
- emma watson
Emma Watson will always be a classic beauty and i love that about her. Her accent is so adorable and im ready for her to just destroy me in beauty and the beast.
- hayley atwell
Also a prime example of classic beauty and a 10/10 actress like damn girl. i love that she’s so passionate and excited about her profession and she’s also relatable.
- lupita nyong’o
this is it. this is the woman that slays my entire existance and imma be so fucked in the movie theater during black panther bc she’s literally perfect in every aspect. end of story.
Ryuko is always happy when her sister drops by. Mrs Mankanshoku welcomes her too and would always make an extra portion of her Mystery Croquettes (Satsuki loves them, the first time we saw Satsuki being truly happy was when she ate the croquettes in episode 22, and like Ryuko she sincerely enjoys family dinners since she never had them). Then they talk all night about their current lives, about the past, about the future, anything really. And though Satsuki would never admit it, she’s really missing Ryuko but is too shy to ask her to live with her. But after Ryuko graduates from High School she finally musters the courage to ask her to move into her mansion (which is actually Ryuko’s mansion because they built it on the plot where the burned down Matoi Manor stood as she teared down Kiryuin Manor right after Honnouji Town was destroyed, burning the painful memories along with it). She asks Mako to move in with them too but she refuses, knowing that the sisters deserve having some private time together to bond. Now they are both studying at Tokyo University (along with Houka, Shiro and Nonon), Satsuki is majoring in politics and environmental studies and Ryuko is aiming to be a elementary school teacher. Mako is helping her Dad in his little hospital, Ira would often visit and help her. Uzu is still trying to beat Satsuki at Kendo (impossible task) and occasionally gives Ryuko Kendo lessons, refusing to fight her seriously until she learns how to properly behave in a Kendo match (Ryuko isn’t too happy about that, because who the hell needs rules in a fight?). Once every two months they would all come together and celebrate, forgetting studies and work, just enjoying themselves. Life couldn’t be better and they all earned it.