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80scupiid · 2 years
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apparently we have a type of man ...
long-haired man >>>>
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fourorfivemovements · 10 months
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Happy 30th Anniversary, Jurassic Park!
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noirtowwy · 1 year
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can't get enough of them🙏
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musedblues · 10 months
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*rubs hands together* hehehehe
"them gently tilting your chin" from the lovely prompts with eugene sledge pls and thank 💚
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He was never bold. Not before the war. And hardly so afterward. Gene was adventurous, yes, before the war. Always blazing his bike across the dirt paths that connected your hamlet. Always chasing you through the trees and begging to stay out even though dusk threatened to blacken the night. But he was too shy to be bold. He was too reserved in his mannerisms. He was reticent when it usually counted most.
Yes, he raced you with glee from tree to trunk, but Gene withheld talk of dreams and he kept quiet about his truest feelings. That never stopped you from asking all kinds of questions, though. You asked what he wanted to be when he was old enough to decide. You asked where he would move if he could; you asked what made him tick and you asked why he never brought anyone else but you out to theses woods to waste away so many afternoons. Gene would never answer, not really. He would shrug and sometimes smile and go on skipping rocks at your side.
And then the war came. And Gene went with it. And that was bold of him, you thought. The boy who never dared to dream out loud was suddenly up and gone to the other side of the world, fighting for it. Of course, he didn't tell you. His mama did, some Sunday afternoon. She pulled you aside in the middle of the market and said Gene was too worried he'd upset you. Too shy to say he wanted you to write. She told you he'd already left, and you went to spend the afternoon skipping rocks alone.
Gene wrote you once, and you thought that was bold of him. He'd left you without a goodbye, and he didn't even address as much in his scrawling. He wrote about the weather and some friends he'd made. And you didn't expect him to write about how tired he must've been or how scared. But you wished he would've. And you wrote him back as much. Your letter was never returned.
You didn't see him when he got home. Not right away. You'd heard his family mention the fact that Gene was safe and sound and more reserved than ever. You didn't expect him to come knocking on your door and sweep you off your feet. Gene would never be so bold. But you wished he would've at least met you halfway; at curb where your neighborhoods connected, so you could tell him that you had missed him. That you still did. Had his sense of adventure been lost after his exploit across the ocean?
You wracked your brain, wondering if you should wait for him to come and see how you'd been. You wondered if Gene would answer the door if you went to call on him. You worried yourself into a frenzy over etiquette, were you just meant to leave Gene be, now that he was home? Would he even be the same sort of friend to you?
You wondered and worried all the way across town, kicking pebbles on the path that led to the pond, in the middle of the woods. You took a trail that was only worn into the ground from Gene's bike tracks. You recognized the pattern of the tire marks.
You recognized the very bike that had blazed this trail. You recognized Gene, skipping rocks like no time had passed at all.
There he was, where the water met the land. His trousers cuffed; his feet planted firmly along the shore. His back to you. All the etiquette you'd worried over was out the window. Because it was now or never.
"Eugene Sledge where have you been?"
The boy turned slowly but did not smile to see you. His eye's gleamed, and his posture settled, and he kept quiet as ever.
"All this time you've been home. I was wondering..."
"Wondering what?" He said, as you stepped closer, eager to settle at his side, like when you were kids. This was all familiar. But Gene wasn't so much. He was quieter, if that were possible. He was leaner, somehow. He was distant despite being the most present he'd been in years.
"Why you never told me you were leaving. Why you didn't write me much at all. Why this is the first time we're talkin'... Thought we were better friends than that."
"Well, that's just it ya see. I never wanted to be friends."
One sentence compacted so many years of answers you'd been wondering. Your heart dropped and your world stopped, and you knew Gene had gone through hell and back. But this...
"Well, we were friends, so-" You began to defend, letting your tone turn bittered. But before you could finish, Gene was speaking up again. Rare. Riveting. Infuriating. Now? You hadn't even asked, for once.
"I know and I'm glad. Thinking back to all the times we spent together out here growin' up and knowin' I could come back to doing just that helped me get through all the shit of war. I'm glad you were my friend, and I knew you'd still be. But I never really wanted that."
"You're not making one bit of sense, Eugene Sledge. No wonder you never said as much." Your eye could've stung with tears of hurt if you weren't so confounded by the look of pain on Gene's face, too. He'd moved to face you as his features twisted into a grimace. He was never much of a talker. Not when it really counted.
Maybe that's why now, when he said "Wait, listen," he didn't speak another word. He only demanded your attention by reaching out in silence, big sad eye's locked on yours. Gene brushed the tips of his fingers across your chin, tilting your face closer to his. His lips parted to speak, but silence lingered as Gene brushed his knuckles across your cheek. His kiss came slow, and his lips were soft on yours. His kiss was a surprise you hadn't expected. It was a timid gesture that lasted only a few glorious seconds. How wondrously bold of him.
"That's... that's what I meant." Eugene Sledge muttered, both his eyes darting between either of yours. You wanted to shake him and grab him and laugh and call him silly for waiting so long.
"Well, I'd ask you to do it again, but you don't answer many of my questions. So, I'm tellin' you to do that again."
"I know we got a lot'a talkin' to do. Years worth. But I'd better follow orders first." Gene smiled. The first smile you'd seen in forever. His grin met yours and he kissed you proper, for enough time that seemed to make up for all that felt lost before. Maybe he hadn't misplaced his sense of adventure after all...
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guillotineman · 1 year
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camyfilms · 11 months
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JURASSIC PARK 1993
Yeah, but, John, if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
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filministic · 10 days
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Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) dir. Bryan Singer
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a-reader-and-a-writer · 6 months
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A Day in the Park
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Day 21 with Near Death Experience for @ailesswhumptober's event
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frogshunnedshadows · 7 months
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1993 trailer for Jurassic Park. Note the lack of any CGI dinosaurs, nor any of the now-famous John Williams score.
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brokehorrorfan · 10 months
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Mattel Creations has launched a crowdfunding campaign for an exclusive Jurassic Park set. Priced at $250, it needs at least 5,000 backers to go into production with additional tiers to be unlocked with more backers:
5,000 backers: Jurassic Park 20.7" motorized entrance gates and Ford Explorer #5
6,000 backers: Electrocuted Tim figure and enclosure fences
8,000 backers: “Buck” Tyrannosaurus Rex figure from The Lost World: Jurassic Park
10,000 backers - Lex figure and goat figure with removable hind leg
If the first goal is reached by July 11, backers will receive a set of six paddock signs. The campaign runs through July 26. Check out the trailer below.
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thena0315 · 10 months
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whitequeen-ofrohan · 1 year
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Some things never change 🤍
✨Joe Mazzello in Jurassic Park (1993) & in Dear Sidewalk (2013)✨
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its-nowheregirl · 2 years
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I will never get tired of saying that Joe Mazzello and Joe Quinn should play brothers in some project.
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guillotineman · 10 months
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