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Hi! If you don't mind me asking, what are the smiths?
Alright another infodump by meee yippee
(So um I’m really tired rn but the fact that I haven’t answered this yet is eating my insides rn lol, so instead of an infodump masterpost where I just infodump basic knowledge to indoctrinate the asker into the same special interest, this will instead be a link post with some helpful links to answer the question)
But I will answer the question myself by saying that The Smiths were an Alternative, Indie 80s band from Manchester. They actually inspired quite a lot of bands including Radiohead, Blur, Arctic Monkeys and even MCR. They lasted from 1983-1987 and had four albums in total(excluding compilation or live albums.
Group consists of four members( pictured below 👇):
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Going from right to left here: we have Johnny Marr, Andy Rourke, Mike Joyce, and last…but definitely not least….Morrissey.(…is it just me or he does kinda look a bit like post MCR breakup Mikey….i think I read somewhere that Mikey is a Morrissey fan…soo yea ima leave that there)
Alright well I’m gonna leave the info to a couple videos and other informational posts, bc honestly I’m a bit tired and the hyperfixation is more of a “let’s listen to the same songs over and over again and watch the same interviews over and over again and look for the same content over and over again.(a lot of repetitive stuff but hey I like it like that😀)
Now this post goes way more in depth than I have. It’s got a lot of info on band history, group members and their whole personalities and stuff. I think it even goes into solo works and stuff, but it’s really simplified and kinda of interesting.
There’s also this video that basically sums the band’s history up
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So i recommend checking both of those out
Now as for music I can give you some recommendations for where to get started
You should totally start with their hits. Stuff like Heaven Knows I’m miserable now, There is a Light that Never Goes Out, This Charming Man. Basically just any “essentials” or “hits” playlist of The Smiths you come by.
For albums(disclaimer I haven’t listened to every album fully through yet). Probably start with The Queen is Dead. It’s really good and I’ve had it on repeat for quite awhile.
Alright well I will leave you there to do your own exploring. Once again love to answer any questions you may have during your research, don’t be afraid to ask.
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All you need is love... actually
Fanfiction Frozen modern AU, Disney crossover (my first go)
Pairing: Kristoff/Anna (main), Sven/Honeymaren, Mathias/Halima, Ryder/Merida
Rated M (for some nudity)
I owe nothing but my headcanon - which is loosely based on the Christmas movie "Love actually"...
Hope you have fun!
Find the fic on AO3
Chapter 13 / 28
A lovely evening
Note: Anna and Kristoff are having some fun discussion about a certain movie scene... To not spoil the chapter here, I leave the link to the mentioned scene at the end, so you can still watch it, in case you haven´t seen it before... :)
Enjoy!
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The school staff´s meeting had finally come to an end and Elsa had dragged herself to the bus stop, after wishing the others a pleasant evening. She did not feel like going out for a drink, fearing that she´d fall asleep right at the table. It was late and she longed for her bed and some healthy sleep. The protocol to the meeting´s conclusions could wait till next day.
Half an hour later she turned the keys and upon entering the flat, noticed the sound of clattering dishes and her sister giggling from around the kitchen corner. But there was someone else, too. A male voice laughingly asking Anna for some explanation.
Elsa put down her bag quietly and remained in the entrance, listening intrigued by Anna´s guest. Was that this Kristoff? Had her sister invited that naked guy around? Goodness, Elsa stared into the void, they were dressed, were they? She started breathing deeply, in and out, in and out…
Calm down… they are only fooling around… Anna deserves to have a good time with a nice guest around…
And then she heard her sister exclaim between giggles…
“You know that movie 9 ½ weeks with Mikey Rourke and Kim Basinger?”
“Ah, the good old 80´s movies… They were classy.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course, but…” Anna giggled and then hickuped in a fit of laughter, “remember the refrigerator scene?”
“Of course, but I always thought that was somewhat gross.” The man sounded amused.
“Sure, it was,” Anna snorted, “but it got considered very sexy none the less.”
“Yes, I know. But don´t you tell me that you want David to ask such nonsense of us.”
“No, ugh! But to be honest, that would be hilarious, no?”
The man cleared his throat and stated with a genial chuckle, “oh, absolutely, with the only difference that I would have to feed you with sandwiches and chocolate, right?”
And they both burst into a jovial laughter.
Elsa stood like frozen and wondered what absurd ideas her sister blurted out shamelessly. The elder and most likely more reasonable sister shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose with a silent sigh. She stepped forward with a clearing of her throat to announce her entrance. When Elsa came around to stand in the kitchen door, she felt relieved that both persons were dressed decently, apparently just cleaning off dinner dishes and cooking pots.
“Elsa!”
Anna wiped away some laughing tears with the sleeve of her shirt and waved a cheery hello to her sister. Kristoff had turned abruptly, feeling sort of caught off guard by Anna´s ghost like appearing sister.
“Good evening. I can tell you´re having a good time, then?!” Elsa stated with a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh, you bet, we have.” Anna giggled and then cleared her throat.
“Oh, Elsa, may I introduce? This is Kristoff, you know, my workmate. Kristoff, this is Elsa, you know, my sister.”
Anna waved a hand between the two and Kristoff cleared his throat, taking a step towards the impressive woman with platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes.
“Good evening, Miss Heart, it´s nice to meet you. Anna has told me a lot about you.”
“Has she?” Elsa glanced to her sister with a raised eyebrow and Anna shrugged with a grin, “well, you can call me Elsa, since I have heard so much of you, too.”
Now, Elsa stretched out her hand and Kristoff shook it with care. The woman looked like a delicate glass figurine, and he feared of breaking her in pieces in case he gripped too tight. What a difference to her feisty sister…
“Oh, you did, uh?” he shrugged with a smirk, “only good things, I hope.”
“Only.” Elsa grinned back, “otherwise I had not let Anna continue with that… obscure project.”
“I see…” Kristoff glanced briefly at Anna, and upon noticing her blushing he lowered his gaze. He did not want her to feel embarrassed in front of her sister. But Elsa seemed less rigid than on first impression. Her smile by now showing some fondness.
“Elsa, would you like some coffee? There is some left.” Anna motioned to the coffee machine on the counter, but her sister only waved off a dismissive hand.
“Oh, no. Thank you. I am exhausted and will go to bed straight away. Good night, you two.”
Elsa then hastily looked back and forth her sister and the guest, suddenly wondering where the young man intended to spend his night. She desperately tried to control the clam feeling in her chest upon the brief imagination of that big junk of muscles laying with her sister…
But to her relief, Kristoff hung up the dishcloth that he still held in his left hand and indicated his own leaving now. It was getting late, and he needed to go home.
Reassured, Elsa waved a happy good night and turned to go to her room.
Anna closed the cabinet after storing last dishes and then showed Kristoff to the door.
“Well, thank you for that lovely dinner, Anna. Italian cooking suits you.”
“Thank you! That means a lot to me, hearing that from a master cook.”
“Oh, come on, don´t make me blush.”
“No, no, that´s true. And you know… in case we might end up doing a kitchen scene…” and Anna held her hand before her mouth, suppressing another fit of cackle.
“Okay, feisty pants. No more wine for you in the evening.” Kristoff laughed good humoured.
“Okay. I am all good now.” Anna squared her shoulders and bit her lips.
“Really?” Kristoff grinned, zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands into the pockets. “Well then, good night, Anna, and thanks again. It was a lovely evening.”
“Thank you.” Anna smiled, “I find that, too.”
Kristoff wished he could peck a kiss to her lovely freckled cheek, but worried it would turn their situation awkward and working along complicated?
When they stepped into the brisk air, and shortly stopping on the top of the front porch staircase, he turned and gave Anna a brief and casual hug. This could not hurt, right? To his flattering surprise, she laced her hands around his waist and gave him a quick tight squeeze back. What a contrast to her porcelain sister…
When they parted, they blinked at each other with a comfortable smile and waved a short goodbye. Anna turned to go inside, and Kristoff looked after her furtively. When she closed the door behind her, after she had once more waved a shy good night, Kristoff turned and inhaled deeply the fresh air.
The spring night had never felt so refreshing, and he felt light-hearted, only to leap down over the stairs onto the pavement in one bound.
He walked off homeward all the way humming and in an inexplicably good mood.
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When Anna got ready for bed that night, she felt so carefree and giddily exaggerated that she could not think of sleeping right away. She reached for her drawing pad and pencil case, and plopped onto her mattress with a happy sigh.
It could not hurt to firm the routine by doodling a bit into the night. 
She was pleased with the improved outcome of that hand and glancing at the well-lined body part, Anna decided it was time to work on some eyes…
She drew lines and brushed some shadows, while the pair seemed to come to life and smile at her. The warm feeling that came with that moment made her heart calm down and her core relax. It was a special sensation that was rather new to her, and she loved to prolong the moment indulgingly.
So, then, after a seemingly endless while, drowsiness overcame her and she put away her creative work with a contented sigh.
Finally, Anna nestled into her pillow with a smile on her lips.
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This lovely fanart was created and kindly provided by @prettyelsanose on Instagram
Note: The famous refrigerator-scene of 9 1/2 weeks... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKe4DBfexfU
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seleneakp · 4 years
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Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to exit the donut.
“Iron Man 2″ (2010)
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luigiviazzo · 4 years
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#Teseo and #friends. Senza nulla togliere al #blockbuster #Immortals by Tarsem #Singh e al #ricco #cast nel quale spiccano #Superman Henry #Cavill e #Mikey #Rourke, “questa di Teseo è la #storia #vera...”.   Without detracting from the #blockbuster #Immortals by Tarsem #Singh and the #rich cast with #Superman Henry #Cavill and #Mikey #Rourke stand out, "this is the true #story of #Theseus ...".   Nihil nunc detrahentes #pelliculam popularem #Immortales" a Singh #Tarsem et per se includit dives ut #Superman" #Super #Homo #Henricum #Cavill et #Mickey #Rourke, hoc est, vera est #fabula ... #Thesei.  
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givesnoflocks · 4 years
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hey so who would be cool if i bombed ur DMs with an invite to a totally all inclusive MAGIC SCHOOL BUS disdird server? plz bother me to the fullest of your abilities if yas
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fritzllang · 3 years
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i was tagged by @pianodoesterror to do this! thank youuuu
tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with.
last song: brandy (you’re a fine girl) by looking glass
last film: angel heart with mikey rourke. weird and spooky noir detective story. don’t know if i recommend
currently watching: nothing really. but i just finished HBOs chernobyl
currently reading: the song of achilles and raymond chandler’s farewell my lovely
currently craving: THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE. and a burrito
i tag (sorry if you’ve already been tagged, and no pressure!): @nephrosoupp @tombowline @flexmartian @basterd-avi @theanonymousplayer @sewerfight aaaand thats it i guess
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setaripendragon · 5 years
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There’s a Miracle Right There
So, this is a very old idea that I decided I ought to just finish and throw out there now that I’m back in the Supernatural fandom. Idk if anyone else will care, but I always wanted to give Layla a happy ending, so, that’s what this is. (Virtual cookies to everyone who remembers who Layla is XD)
‘Ugh, how do I even- Uh, our father who art in heaven? This is so stupid I don’t even believe in God what the hell am I doing? Uh, ok, start again. I guess, this goes to anyone who can hear me? I don’t know if- if anyone’s listening – it’d be kind of creepy if you were, actually, god, these are my thoughts, I don’t want anyone else inside my head, goddamnit, focus – or if you douchebags even care but- Ok. There’s this girl. A nice girl. Layla Rourke. And she’s really kind, and sweet and… you know, just a whole round decent human being, which is pretty fucking rare.
‘Anyway, the thing is, she’s got this brain tumour, and she was going to see this- this faith healer, except he wasn’t, his wife had put a reaper on a leash and she was killing people to, I don’t know, transfer their health to the sick people in her husband’s flock, and- The point here is we had to stop her and now Layla’s going to die, and I- I don’t know, I feel like it’s my responsibility to- to at least try and… Ask for a miracle? Aw, hell, this sounds stupid even inside my own head. If you can hear this you probably already knew she was dying and don’t even give a fuck. Well, you know what, fuck you. Who the hell can sit around watching people suffer and just let it happen?
‘I don’t care if you’ve got reasons, or if you’re just an asshole. That girl deserves better. She deserves to have a life before she dies, alright? So- So if you are out there, then… At least help her. Goddamnit what the fuck am I even doing I give up.’
Gabriel snorted. Being away from heaven had muted the babble of prayers in the back of his head, but not so much that he couldn’t hear them if he focused. And that one had come through loud and clear, for all the lack of faith behind it. Maybe Dean Winchester just got faster broadband, courtesy of being the Righteous Man, maybe it was the conviction of his beliefs, regardless of how much actual faith he had, Gabriel didn’t know.
Plus, Gabriel liked listening to the prayers that weren’t sickly with the simpering faith of idiots who didn’t even understand what they were believing in, or talking to. Or the ones that were bitter with false righteousness and superiority. Those were the worst. But the ones that came form people who were just trying to find answers, those were always interesting.
Not that Gabriel ever did anything about them. He couldn’t risk his cover like that. The other angels would be getting those open-ended prayers much louder and clearer than he was. Not that they would get up off their sanctimonious little asses, either, but they’d certainly notice if someone else did their job for them.
Except… maybe they wouldn’t? Just this once. He was bored, anyway. He spent all his time punishing the wicked, and that was fun, but it was also getting a bit tedious. Samey. Dull. Maybe it would be interesting to shake it up a bit, so he wrapped up the trick he was playing on a bunch of businessmen in Japan, and went to find Layla Rourke.
She really was a good person, he discovered. Her faith made Gabriel feel kind of gross, not just because she had no idea how fucked up God and his angels really were, but because it reminded him of everything he used to be. He wasn’t going to heal her right off, because that would be suspicious to the fucks upstairs, so instead, he insinuated himself into her life by masquerading as one of the homeless that visited the soup kitchen she volunteered at, and he watched her.
He maybe played a few tricks on the assholes who harassed the other homeless while he was waiting, but mostly, he just kept an eye on Layla. He could see her getting closer and closer to death, but even though her body was failing her, her soul stayed bright. Gabriel was a little impressed despite himself. Most people weren’t that at peace with their own death, no matter what they liked to pretend to themselves
A couple of weeks, he figured, was long enough.
“This is the part where I say ‘Be not afraid’, right?” Gabriel asked by way of introduction. They were in a church, because he couldn’t resist a little melodrama, and Layla was sitting in one of the pews, alone, seeking solace. She might have made peace with death, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hurting.
She startled at the sound of his voice, and looked up from her prayer. “Oh, Gabe, I didn’t hear you come in.” She said, breathless with surprise, and then she actually registered what he’s said, and laughed. “Are you saying you’re an angel?” She asked, teasing and friendly.
“Gabe is short for Gabriel.” Gabriel replied with an easy grin, and then beckoned her up to the front of the church. Layla gave him a puzzled look, but did get up and walk over to him.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, more curious than nervous, when she came within touching distance of him. “I didn’t get the feeling you’re particularly religious.” She added gently, because Gabriel had cringed a little at some of the more faithful things she’d said at the soup kitchen.
“Define religious.” He muttered darkly, and then shook the thought off. “I’m here to heal you.” He told her.
Layla stiffened, all the good humour sliding off her face in an instant. She swallowed and looked away. “Please don’t joke about that.” She chided him, still gentle.
“I’m not.” Gabriel replied, and then shrugged, shoving a hand into his pocket to grab a lollipop. He started unwrapping it. “Been a while since I’ve done this sort of thing. Ran away to join the pagans, oh, some couple thousand years ago. Tried not to go throwing my grace around after that, in case Mikey noticed and came to drag me home by my ear.”
Layla stared at him, blinking rapidly. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but stopped, clearly thinking better of whatever she’d been about to say. “You’re… saying you’re the archangel Gabriel?” She asked eventually, clearly dubious.
“That’s me.” Gabriel confirmed, popping the lolly in his mouth and grinning around it.
“I would have thought an angel wouldn’t look so… human.” Layla replied, a weirdly tentative note of challenge in her voice.
“Well, technically, I don’t.” Gabriel replied, a little muffled around his lolly. “Look human, that is. I’m just… wearing one. If you looked on my true form, your eyeballs would burn clear out of your head and your brains would fry. I’m here to heal you, not harm you.”
“Ah.” Layla said, feigning understanding and doing nothing to hide her bewildered amusement.
“Hey,” Gabriel said, plucking the lollipop from his mouth and gesturing vaguely with it, “what have you got to lose from giving it a go, huh? Either I’m nuts, and nothing will happen, or I’m telling the truth, and you walk out of here cured.”
Layla considered him for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “You have a point.” She acknowledged. “What do I have to do?” She asked.
“Just give me your hand.” Gabriel replied, holding out his own, the one not full of lollipop.
To her credit, now that she’d decided to hell with it, Layla didn’t hesitate. She reached out and put her hand in his as easy as you please. Gabriel stuck his lollipop back in his mouth, and covered her knuckles with his newly freed hand, patting it once, and then twice as he reached out with his grace and swept it through her body, putting everything to rights again.
Layla swayed, gasping softly, and suddenly clinging to his hand bruising-tight. “Oh.” She said, shock and wonder in her tone as she focused on him, and then promptly dropped to her knees. Gabriel blinked at her as she rested her forehead on the back of his hand and whispered, “Thank you.”
“While I’m usually all for having a woman on her knees for me, this is just awkward. Get up, please.” Gabriel pleaded.
Layla looked up at him, gaping in incredulous, scandalised amusement. She did get up, but she was still looking at him with wonder. “I’m pretty sure angels aren’t supposed to say things like that.” She told him, voice trembling with laughter that was only half amusement. The other half was definitely edging towards hysteria.
Gabriel shrugged. “What’s Dad going to do? Smite me?”
Layla shook her head. “I never would have imagined an angel could be so… irreverent.”
Gabriel sighed and stuck his hands back in his pockets. He crunched down on the lolly in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then made the stick disappear. “We’re not infallible, Layla.” He told her sadly. “I mean, shit, Lucy proved that. But he wasn’t the only one, you know? Mike’s a control-freak and Raph’s a bigoted douchenozzle, and I’m the irresponsible fuck up. We’re-” He snorted. “We’re a lot more human than anyone likes to acknowledge.”
Layla hummed, thoughtful and understanding, but not actually convinced. “There are worse things to be like than humans” She retorted lightly. Gabriel snorted again, and then burst out laughing.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed. They stayed standing there for a moment in silence, both of them contemplating the other, before Gabriel decided it was time to clear off. He clapped his hands together. “Right, well! I’ve got places to be, people to seduce, heresies to commit.”
Layla laughed again, but then reached out. “Wait!” She called, so Gabriel paused, looking at her expectantly. For a moment, Layla looked helpless, but then she finally managed to ask; “Why me? I- Not that I’m not grateful, but you said you haven’t done this for a while, so I… I just wondered, why now? Why me?”
Gabriel watched her for a long moment, debating. There were a lot of answers he could give. Because he was bored. Because she deserved it. Because he wanted to prove that he could. Because the end was nigh, so what the hell. Because, because, because. “Because Dean Winchester prayed for you.” He said finally.
Layla blinked. Her mouth opened in silent shock. “Dean?” She asked. Gabriel nodded. “Why…?” She trailed off, but Gabriel understood.
He could tell her that Dean was special, that he was The Righteous Man, that he’d been chosen by God to play an important role. He didn’t want to. Because he didn’t do this because of who Dean is to Heaven and the Host, even if that was why he heard Dean’s prayer as clearly as he had. He came because… “Because he said ‘fuck you’ to a heaven that doesn’t care about good people suffering.”
“That sounds like him.” Layla agreed fondly, and for a moment she looked like she might cry, just from the overload of emotion. “Tell him thank you, from me, if you get the chance.”
“Are you kidding? I’m not mentioning this to anyone.” Gabriel replied, scoffing.
“Ah, yes, you’re in hiding.” Layla remembered, shaking her head at him in amusement. “Well, anyway. Thank you, Gabriel.” She said, leaning in to make sure she could meet his gaze when she said it. On impulse, Gabriel leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” He told her, offering her a wink before taking wing.
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berrystrange · 6 years
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The Mundane
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.
Pairing: Jake x MC (Taylor)
A/N: I miss Jake... I don't know how to survive till December :-(
I don't know if I ever told you this but, I always dream of our future. I know its lame and corny, and you'd probably expect this from someone like Cap who has his head in the clouds about his bright future but, I like thinking about our years to come outside this hell hole we're trapped in.
I'd like to think that we'd have a small home by the beach, with big windows overlooking the ocean. You'll have your first cup of coffee by them, and I'd wrap my arms around you, as we watch the sun come up from the horizon. We'd have a hammock outside where we cuddle for warmth on those chilly summer nights. We'd have a big kitchen with an island where you'll sit, amazed as I surprise you with my cooking skills. We'll also use the island for other things but, you'll always scold me for being too lazy to carry you upstairs. Can't help it since you love wearing my shirts in the morning.
We'd have three bedrooms, one for us, one each for little Mikey and little Becky. We'd try to make them share a room but, because they're ours, they're stubborn as hell, even more so. We'd play on the beach every weekend and I'll teach them how to swim and dive. We'll collect shells, build sandcastles and they'd occasionally try to bury me in the sand when I'm asleep, with a little help from you, Princess. Thank you for that by the way. Then when we're sufficiently burnt and tired, you'll cook us burgers and we'd watch the sun set together. We'd then carry them to their beds and kiss them goodnight.
During Christmas, Mom and Rebecca will visit us from Louisiana, bearing gifts for the kids. They'd tell stories of the time when I was younger and you'd laugh saying that I haven't changed much since then. We'd drink eggnog and eat cookies as we watch the kids perform for Grandma McKenzie and Aunt Becca. Then at night, I'd dress up as Santa as you and the kids watch me from the stairs, laughing. In the morning, they'd wake us up by jumping on the bed, forcing us to get up at a God forsaken hour. They'd be so happy opening their presents and I'd kiss you, grateful for giving me two amazing kids who by the way, are making gagging noises in the background. Afterwards, we'd call everyone of our friends, wishing them a merry Christmas, making plans for a joint family vacation.
I've dreamt of every holiday possible, not just Christmas. I've dreamt of Halloween, Thanksgiving, even Hanukkah. I haven't really asked if you're Jewish yet, but it doesn't matter to me either way. I've dreamt of their first day at school, their first cars, their first heartbreak, their proms, their graduations... Mikey's first day on the force... Becky's wedding day... Our wedding day...
I've dreamt them all, Princess.
I don't use to do this, you know. Dreaming of an impossible future... I'm a man on the run, after all. How could I possibly give you what you deserve? But, the more time I spend with you, the more kisses we share, the more I see your smile, the more I want to give you the world and beyond. So even if it's impossible, even if there are obstacles the size of Mt. Everest standing in our way like Rourke, Lundgren, a freaking sea monster, an island version of the Tardis, I'm not afraid.
I want to be with you Princess. And that's why I'm not giving up. Even if every logical cell in my body is telling me that you're gone, that it's impossible to survive from your fall, that I must be crazy to even hope you're alive, I'm tuning all of them out. I'm coming for you Princess and I'm gonna tell you all about our home by the beach, about little Mikey and Becky, about the mundane life we'll have together, because nothing is going to stop me from being with you. And if anything is stupid enough to try... well, let's just say I wasnt shooting flare guns in the army.
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larosecontent · 7 years
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Falling In Love Without Wanting To
I don’t really know how to summarize this one. It’s kinda long. I didn’t mean for it to be as long as it is, but oh well. I like what I did. It takes place around 5 or so years after everyone got off of La Huerta. 
Pair: Jake x MC
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“Did you have another dream?” The lady asked me. After the time spent on La Huerta, I didn’t know how to deal with all that happened. I searched and searched for ways to help myself. Then the dreams started. Well, not dreams, memories. They came around all too often. Every night, every time I zone out, every time I close my eyes, the dreams would come. I had no one to turn to anymore, so I started seeing a therapist. I still had Diego kind of, but I only talked to him sometimes.
“Yes.” I answered honestly. She looked at her notes and continued her conversation.
“Were you on the island this time?” She asked. I had finally stopped arguing that it wasn’t a dream. She would never believe that La Huerta really held all the horrors me and the others saw while stuck there. Rourke made sure that’s how it would be.
“No. We finally got off the island.” I explained softly. She leaned forward.
“How were your relationships with the others you were with?” She asked. She had never heard of anything from when we returned. That was mostly because I didn’t want to remember that or the events leading up to it.
“Everyone but Sean and Jake still liked me as a person. But I avoided them at all costs once we got back. I, uh, avoided everyone once we got back. I felt super shitty about what happened before we left. I fucked up and I knew it. I had some news to share, but Jake really didn’t want to talk to me. He hated me…he probably still does.” I whispered the last part.
“What happened to make them hate you?”
“We decided to celebrate help coming for us finally by coming together in the hotel and just drinking and partying. Something good to remember of the island. I had been staying away from Jake. He…he told me he loved me and I just couldn’t admit that I loved him, too.”
“Why not?”
“Because that would have made it real. I didn’t know what would happen once we got off the island. He’s a man on the run and I had to finish college. How would it work out for me to finish college in the USA when he couldn’t step foot on this land? There’s also the fact that I never wanted to fall in love or feel like I need someone. I really just didn’t want anything like that. I figured I would spend the rest of my life alone, with Diego by my side. No kids, maybe a few pets like my fox. But when I saw him, I started wanting everything. I wanted to love him. I wanted him to love me. I wanted to marry him and have kids with him. I wanted everything I didn’t. I couldn’t tell him that I loved him.”
“Loved him? Do you not anymore?”
“No, I do. Nothing could make me stop loving him. Especially with what happened. I think I’ll always love him, but I made a drunken mistake and now he hates me. He wouldn’t care if I told him I loved him.”
“Why did you not want to fall in love?”
“I didn’t want my happiness to depend on whether a person gives me their attention or not. I didn’t want to stay up late wondering if whether the person is thinking about me. I didn’t want to cry over someone who may not care about me. I didn’t want to stare at my phone screen waiting for a text or a call. Most importantly, I didn’t want to give anyone the power to destroy me. Love is like giving someone a loaded gun pointed at your heart and trusting them not to pull the trigger. But I didn’t have to worry about that with him. If he didn’t give me his attention, I was still somewhat okay. I stay up late now wondering if he ever thinks about me, but knowing he probably doesn’t. He always showed he cared especially when we were in trouble, but now I cry because he doesn’t care anymore and I don’t blame him for that. I stare at my phone when I know he won’t call or text. And in the end, he still had all the power to destroy me. He did.”
“What happened to make him hate you?”
“When we were partying, I got super drunk. I was blackout drunk. All I know is that I had been flirting with Jake, and then I told him I was going to the bathroom. I ended up running into Sean and one thing lead to another. The next thing I remember from that night was Jake finding me and Sean having sex. I don’t know how that ended up happening, but it did.”
I zoned out into the memory as I spoke of the events.
I moaned out Sean’s name as he thrusted into me. I was on my hands and knees in front of him. I looked up to find Jake in the doorway, his mouth open. Jealousy and anger in his eyes. His hands quickly balled into fists. “Oh god.” I whispered, coming to my senses. I quickly moved away from Sean and found my clothes. Jake shook his head and walked away. I threw my clothes on as fast as I could and stumbled after Jake, calling his name.
“MC, what are you doing?” Sean asked, confusion coating his voice. You turned back on him and glared.
“You fucking asshole!” I yelled.
“What do you mean?! You wanted this, too, you know!” He yelled back.
“Isn’t it fucking clear that I like Jake?! Why would you do this knowing that?!” I yelled once more, and quickly stumbled away. Now I had to find Jake. I asked everyone where he was, but eventually found him back near the airstrip, working on his plane.
“Go away, Princess.” He grumbled as I came into his sight.
“Can we at least talk about what just happened?” I asked softly. He stopped what he was doing and turned on me with a glare.
“Don’t give the excuse that it’s because you were drunk! If you did this drunk it’s because you wanted to sober! At least now I know why you’ve been avoiding me since I said I loved you!” He growled. I crossed my arms in front of me.
“Maybe I did want to do that once, but that changed when me and you had our night together.” I admitted softly.
“You mean the night that I said I didn’t want to make the mistake of letting someone in again until I met you? You’ve just proven to me that even that was a mistake! I fucking fall in love with you and am trying to think of a way for us to work out and you just go and avoid me! Then you go and fuck Captain America! Just leave me the fuck alone!”
I pulled myself from the memory and felt tears on my cheeks. My hands quickly moved to my stomach.
“What happened after that?” My therapist asked softly.
“I stayed away from him. Sean gave me the cold shoulder. We were picked up. I came home and started to get sick every morning, so finally I went to the hospital and found out I was pregnant. With the timing, I knew it had to be Jake’s.” I explained softly.
“What did you do?”
“I stayed away from everyone the best I could when my pregnancy started to show. I was waiting till it was born to decide what to do. Finally it was born and it was clear it was for sure Jake’s. It was a boy, so I did what I thought was right. I didn’t name him. Instead I waited until I could fly with him and I called up Diego.”
“Why call Diego? Why not Jake?”
“I didn’t think Jake would answer, but Diego would. I asked him to figure out where Jake was and ask him to meet up somewhere, so I went to that meet-up place with Diego. Diego was surprised to find me with a baby.” Once again, I zoned out into the memory.
“So, Jake is coming soon?” I asked, covered up from head to toe. My sudden appearance scared Diego.
“MC, is that you? I didn’t recognize! What are you holding behind your back.” He asked.
“Shush, I’ll explain later, just answer my question. Is Jake coming soon?” I asked again.
“Yes, he is.” Diego said plainly.
“Look, this is mine and his son. He doesn’t know about him and I would like if he doesn’t. He probably still hates me. I need you to convince him to take our son and raise him.” I whispered, moving my son in a basket from behind my back.
“Why can’t you keep him?” Diego asked softly. I felt tears coming to my eyes as I looked from my son and my best friend.
“Diego, please.” I pleaded softly.
“I will, just tell me why you can’t keep him.”
“He…looking at him I can’t help but think about Jake and then I just think about Jake hating me and it’s tearing me up inside. I just can’t keep this baby, but I want him to be with one of us. If Jake doesn’t take him, I’ll suck it up and keep him, just please try.” I pleaded once more. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jake walking up. I forced the basket in his hands and walked away. Once I knew I was out of sight, I found a spot where I could watch them. I watched as they spoke. Jake pointed to the basket. I couldn’t hear anything they said and could only hope Diego would tell me what happened.
I ripped myself from the memory and was brought back to my therapist’s office. The session was over. “Well, Ms. MC, it seems we are out of time this session. I do hope you will continue telling me about this dream in our next session.” The lady said. I nodded and stood up. With that, I left the office and walked back to my little apartment. I had moved to Costa Rica and had snuck around every now and then to see my son. Diego had convinced Jake to take him.
Once I made it to my apartment, my computer chimed telling me someone was video calling me. It was Diego. I answered it quickly. “Hey, Diego.” I said with a small, forced smile.
“Hey, MC.” Diego said with a real smile.
“How is Mikey doing?” I asked. He had been my real insight on my son. It wasn’t much of a surprise to find out Jake named him Mike.
“He’s good. He’s starting school in August. Jake is starting to realize that he is looking a lot like him, but has similarities to you.” Diego explained.
“Shit.” I whispered.
“MC, I have a serious question I’ve been wondering.”
“What is it?”
“Do you love Jake? He told me you never said you did, but there’s a lot of evidence to tell me you do.”
I looked down into my lap with a sigh.
“That’s complicated, Diego.”
“How? Explain it to me.”
“I never wanted to fall in love. You know I always wanted to be alone, but it just changed when I met Jake.”
“So you do love him?”
“Yes. Of course I do.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell him?”
“That would have made it real. I was finally going to give in and tell him, but then I made my drunken mistake of sleeping with Sean. I know now I did that to try and show myself I didn’t love Jake…but if anything it proved to me I did. Then he caught us and I knew I wasn’t getting him back.”
“If you had the chance to, would you change what happened?”
“Diego, why the hell are you asking me this?”
“Just answer the question then I’ll explain.”
“If I could go back I would tell him I love him as soon as I felt it.”
My eyes went wide as Jake himself came into the camera frame. He sat down next to Diego. His eyes showed a spark of anger, but he had his signature smirk. Diego chuckled at my shock.
“You two talk, I’ll be keeping Mike busy.” Diego said and started to get up, but my words stopped him.
“Diego, you’re not getting away with this that easily.” I growled. He just laughed and walked away, leaving me and Jake alone. We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments, before Jake cleared his throat.
“Do you want to explain yourself for that night? Or do you not want to come see our son?” Jake asked. I stared into my lap.
“When did you find out Mikey was ours?” I asked softly, avoiding the questions.
“Diego told me when I started noticing similarities. Don’t change the subject on me, Princess.” He said. I could tell that he was upset about what happened and I don’t blame him. I sighed and looked up, looking into his eyes through the screen. My breath caught in my throat. My heartbeat sped up. Suddenly, all the feelings and thoughts I have for him came rushing back to me. My eyes built up in tears for the third time today.
“I…I wanted to convince myself I didn’t love you…that you didn’t really love me…that what we had was just some stupid little fling like all the rest of my relationships. My drunken mind thought that if I really didn’t care and it didn’t matter than Sean could be a one night stand. Then I saw you when you caught us…I knew I fucked everything up. That night just proved to me that I do love you, but it also proved that I lost you forever….I didn’t think you would want our son if you found out the truth.” I admitted softly. Only once all the words were out, did I look down and wipe my eyes.
“I was an ass the last bit of our time on La Huerta. Seeing you with Sean when you had been avoiding me…I was convinced that was how you were showing I meant nothing to you. Do you still talk to….Sean.” He didn’t say Sean’s name, he growled it with his hands balled into fists and anger in his eyes. It was clear he still hated the Quarterback. Once again, I looked up to meet his eyes.
“No. He hates me, too. I haven’t tried to talk to him since that night. Diego is the only person who was on that trip I still really talk to.” I answered honestly.
“I’ve been telling Mike about you and he would really like to meet you. Maybe you can come meet him and we can try to slowly work through what happened. He deserves to know both of us.” Jake said. My eyes grew wide once more.
“Work through what happened? Are you going to give me a second chance?” I asked softly.
“I didn’t say that. Right now I just think we should work through what we can to be around each other for Mike’s sake.” Jake explained.
“Okay, that would be nice, Jake.” I said as Jake looked at the time on his phone.
“Shit, I’ve got to go. I have a flight and need to make sure my plane is ready.” He said quickly. “But I’ll call you when I get back and we can get together so you can officially meet our son.”
“Okay.” I nodded in understanding. “Have a safe flight. Don’t fall asleep while flying.”
“Oh, Princess, you know me better than that.” He said with a smirk. “And, Princess?”
“Yes, Joker?”
“You’re still so beautiful.”
With that he got up and walked away. 
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When did your nose become a potato. You look swollen, like Mikey Rourke. Feel better
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Mikey Rourke part of the mac contigent from the north.   but iron manand war machine showed up on the fleet. they say they are from here and nabbed thehardware
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Johnny Handsome is a 1989 American crime drama film directed by Walter Hill and starring Mickey Rourke, Ellen Barkin, Forest Whitaker and Morgan Freeman. The film was written by Ken Friedman, and adapted from the novel The Three Worlds of Johnny Handsome by John Godey. The music for the film was written, produced and performed by Ry Cooder, with four songs by Jim Keltner.[3]
Plot summary
John Sedley is a man with a disfigured face, mocked by others as "Johnny Handsome." He and a friend are double-crossed by two accomplices in a crime, Sunny Boyd and her partner Rafe, and a Judge sends Johnny to jail, where he vows to get even once he gets out. In prison, Johnny meets a surgeon named Fisher, who is looking for a guinea pig so he can attempt an experimental procedure in reconstructive cosmetic surgery. Johnny, figuring he has nothing to lose, is given a new, normal-looking face (making him unrecognizable to the people who knew him) before he is released back into society.
Lt. Drones, a dour New Orleans law enforcement officer, is not fooled by Johnny's new look or new life, even when Johnny lands an honest job and begins seeing Donna McCarty, a normal and respectable woman who knows little of his past. The lieutenant tells Johnny that, on the inside, Johnny is still a hardened criminal and always will be. The cop is correct. Johnny cannot forget his sworn vengeance against Sunny and Rafe, joining them for another job, which ends violently for all.
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Mickey Rourke - John Sedley/"Johnny Handsome"/Johnny Mitchell
Ellen Barkin - Sunny Boyd
Elizabeth McGovern - Donna McCarty
Morgan Freeman - Lt. A.Z. Drones
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Allan Graf - Bob Lemoyne
Ed Zang - Prestige Manager
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Iron Man 2 (2010)
A great follow up! I love Sam Rockwell and Mikey Rourke as the villains!
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Sono cone Dorian Gray, peggio di come loro mi dipingono.
Madman - Mikey Rourke
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