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queenofshilla · 2 months

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ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER as T-800 & EDWARD FURLONG as John Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) (dir. James Cameron)

#Arnold Schwarzenegger #T-800 #Terminator 2 #Edward Furlong #John Connor #Judgment Day #giffedbyme #junkfooddaily #cinemapix #dailyflicks #filmedit #James Cameron

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terminators · 6 months

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Inspired by @subjectsix

#terminator #the terminator #t-800 #arnold schwarzenegger #sarah connor #james cameron #terminator 2 #kyle reese #linda hamilton #meme

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astralbondpro · 10 months

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Terminator 2: Judgment Day // Dir. James Cameron

#Terminator #Terminator 2 #Judgment Day #Terminator 2: Judgment Day #Terminator 2 Judgment Day #Terminator 2 Gifs #T-800 #T800 #T 800 #Arnold Schwarzenegger #Gifs #Movie Gifs #AVMovie #AVMovieGifs #AVGifs #AVTerminator2 #AVTerminator2Gifs

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luckyjorabbit · 5 months

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Obsessed w T2 again so... have an Arnie-chan... 🤖🌹

#THE comfort movie of all time btw......#I am making a silly robot yaoi zine rn so thats why. Plz look forward to it ajsjdjfkfkf #Terminator 2 #The Terminator #T-800 #My art #Fanart #Procreate #Digital

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ruinedholograms · 7 months

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(1992)

#walter simonson #comics #posters #poster #1992 #dark horse comics #ed-209 #90s #hologram parade #frank miller #the terminator #robocop #t-800 #1990s #old magazines #robocop versus terminator

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months

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#the terminator #robot #american science fiction film #classic movies #wd 40 #cheers #arnold schwarzenegger #90's movies #the terminator franchise #T-800 #human styled skeleton #titanium

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gameraboy2 · 1 year

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The Terminator (1984)

#my gif #The Terminator #1984 #1980s #gif #gifs #t-800 #vintage #film #movie #robot #endoskeleton #terminator

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mori-ohs · 1 year

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An Assortment of Barbies! :]

Bonus for the Terminator below:

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littlenightma · 7 months

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Sick | T-1000 x Reader

It was two in the morning when you felt your stomach cramp. You clutched yourself while you stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. Falling to your knees, you not-too-prettily expelled the contents of your cramping stomach into the toilet. From behind you, Austin’s lean figure hovered defensively.

“What is wrong?”

You dunked your head one more time before answering, pushing the leftover bile back down your throat.

“I’m sick.”

Sick.

He took in your shivering form hunched over the toilet and the glaze of perspiration coating your skin. He did not like seeing you in pain and he wanted the wretched sounds coming from your mouth to cease.

His internal database held a plethora of files on the human anatomy, among other useful topics, which served to help him take down targets proficiently. He was created to kill, not to protect. In other words, he was out of his element when it came to nursing a human back to passable health.

He knelt down and felt your slick forehead with the tips of his fingers. The nanobots quickly pick up on your high body temp.

“Your temperature is 2 degrees above what it should be.”

“How did you do that without a thermometer?”

“Stop evading the issue.”

Evading the iss- God, he’s so dramatic.

You shoot him an annoyed look, “It was a genuine question,” you paused, “And there is no issue.”

“You have a fever.” He pressed.

“It’s barely a fever.”

“Your body is overheating.”

You winked, “So you’re saying I’m hot, huh?”

It did not register on his face, but Austin was growing frustrated at your nonchalantness. “Why are you disregarding the state of your well-being?

Starting to feel uncomfortable, you sat down with your back against the toilet. The cool porcelain felt good on your warm skin. You were in no mood to be chided by the machine about your well-being when not too long ago he was the reason it was in danger - on multiple occasions.

“Because,” you began, wiping the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve been sick before. I know what to expect. Everyone gets the stomach bug. I will be fine in a few days.”

Austin internally bristled. “That long?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Give or take. There’s medicine I can take that will help make me feel better.”

Austin stood up, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No, you’re not. It’s not that serious, Austin.”

“It is to me.”

Thankfully, T-800, Uncle Bob, appeared in the doorway wearing his signature shades, holding a small, plastic bottle in his large, mechanical hand.

“I heard you from downstairs. Here,” he offered you the bottle.

Before you could take it, Austin had snatched it from Bob, scrutinizing it. He ran his index finger down the back label and shook his head. “There are too many side effects.”

“Just precautions. The medicine will help them.”

You nodded enthusiastically along with Bob’s words. Austin glanced at you and reluctantly uncapped it with more force than necessary. He held the bottle in the air as he dropped the thick, red liquid into the cap, making sure you received the exact dosage for someone of your age and weight needed.

You shot it back with a grimace. “Hm, disgusting,”

Bob chuckled as he took the medicine back. “You sound like John.”

You perked at John’s name, “I haven’t woke him up, have I?”

“No.”

“Thanks, Uncle Bob,” You smiled weakly from the floor.

The T-800 had been around humans long enough to comprehend sarcasm. “No problemo, kiddo.”

You giggle even though your stomach gurgled threateningly. “Good one.”

Austin handed back the medicine and T-800 bid his goodnight, going back to do his nightly routine of surveying the perimeter of the house.

Austin helped you off the floor and you went over to the sink to brush your teeth. He stood behind you like a shadow, electric eyes never wavering from watching you, as if waiting for you to suddenly fall apart.

“Austin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you lay with me?”

His head lifted at your question. “If that’s what you want, I will.”

“It is.”

Back in your room, he slid into your bed, carefully positioning himself in a way that prevented him from touching you. You may have been human, but you were by no means fragile. Austin didn’t fight you when you pried his arms open and settled within them.

As your head rested on his chest, you couldn’t hear the rhythmic thrumming of his heart or feel his chest rise and fall from breathing. He lacked everything that provided humans natural comfort, lacked any kind of genuine emotion or feeling and most of the time he was an asshole. Did it make sense to find safety in the arms of a killing machine? If he could kill you, that meant he could protect you all the same, right?

Right?

“If your temperature rises I am taking you to the hospital.”

His t-shirt hid your slight eye roll, “I’m not dying here, Austin.”

His fingers momentarily pressed into your ribs. His next words meant to comfort you, but they possessed a certain level of threat, briefly reminding you that the man holding you was not a man at all, and his whole existence, his whole purpose, was to dispose of people like you by ridding the world of the boy sleeping soundly in his bedroom just a few doors down.

“You’re not going to.”

Knowing you weren’t going to convince him otherwise, you didn’t argue. When your breathing evened out and your mouth fell slightly open, Austin shifted, lowering his head to your ear. Believing you wouldn’t hear him, he whispered two simple words.

“Get better.”

Little did he know that by laying in his arms, you already were.

#t-1000 #terminator 2: judgement day (1991)#t-1000 x reader #robert patrick #t-800 #t-1000 imagine #slasher imagines #slasher community #little writes #original writing

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but-a-humble-goon · 3 months

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I know the culture war grift is getting increasingly desperate for content nowadays (plenty of them are now just openly begging for more woke movies to come out so they can complain about them) and maybe it's just because this particular one is in my wheelhouse but I think the "Dark Fate feminized the Terminator" narrative has got to be one of the most desperate attempts to make something out of nothing they've ever come up with. And not just because the Terminator was never even a man. "They made the Terminator second fiddle to a bunch of hyper competent femoids to push a feminist agenda" Don't know what movie you were watching but in the one I watched the Terminator turns up in act 3 and instantly becomes the most useful character in the movie, spends a good portion of the final battle taking the villain on by itself, saving the 3 female protagonists' lives multiple times and literally getting the heroic sacrifice to beat the villain and save the world at the end because an old and domesticated terminator is still the motherfucking TERMINATOR. "They turned the Terminator into a beta male soyboy malewife" You mean it has a family that it loves and provides for and a stable job it's enthusiastic about? For people who won't shut up about traditional family values and gender roles they do sure seem to hate when MEN do their part. Besides which this is the direct continuation of the narrative thread in Terminator 2 (the one y'all claim to like) where the Terminator's patience, diligence and lack of an ego ironically make it the ideal father and family man.

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"They turned the Terminator into a joke! Why isn't he taken more seriously?!" Yes. Never before has the T-800's awkwardness been played for laughs. Such a thing is unheard of in this franchise.