Summary: You’re new to town and meet your new neighbor, Harrison. You soon become friends and he introduces you to his best friend.
A/N: Ugh I’m sorry if this is bad this is the result of my procrastinating doing my psych homework
“Y/N, come down here and meet our new neighbors!” My mother yelled up to me.
I sighed and dropped the box I was holding on my bed before I went down to meet the people living next to us. I passed my reflection and cringed at my hair and outfit. My hair was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging down in my face and I was wearing a dirty white tank top and black yoga shorts. Normally, I would’ve attempted to look semi decent but I just don’t give a damn right now.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, a young girl, a guy around my age and their two parents stood there holding a plate of cookies.
“Hello! You must be Y/N! We’re the Osterfield’s. This is our daughter, Charlotte and our son, Harrison.”
“Hey, nice to meet you guys.”
Harrison smiled politely at me and Charlotte shyly waved.
“Well, Y/N, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, I was thinking you and Harrison could hang out and he could show you around the city!” His mother insisted.
“Yeah, that sounds fine.”
“Perfect! Harrison can come get you around 12? Does that work?”
“Fine with me.”
To say things with Harrison went well would be an understatement. The guy was one of the funniest people I had ever met. He made jokes at every stop and had me in tears about 20 minutes into hanging out.
That was 2 months ago.
Harrison had become one of the best friends I ever had in all my life.
Problem was his other best friend that was hogging all his time. Constantly bringing Harrison everywhere he went which left me without my best friend for weeks on end. Sometimes months.
I had never met the mysterious Tom but if he didn’t stop stealing my best friend I was pretty sure I would pound the kid’s face in when I met him.
I was in the middle of watching Heathers when the doorbell rung. I sighed as I paused the movie. J.D. and Veronica had just killed Heather Chandler and it was getting to the best part of the movie so whoever was interrupting me better be important.
I opened the door to see Harrison’s smiling face.
“Well, look who’s finally decided to show their face around here again.” I said as I pulled Harrison into a big hug.
It wasn’t until I pulled away that I noticed another guy standing behind Harrison.
“Ummm…. yeah I guess you could say that’s my fault…” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Y/N, meet Tom!”
I narrowed my eyes as I scanned over Tom’s appearance.
I was really not expecting him to be this attractive.
“So you’re the famous Tom.”
He smiled and nodded awkwardly.
“Well, don’t keep standing out there in the cold or you’ll get sick. Come on in.”
Tom and Harrison walked into my house and kicked their shoes off at the door.
“So what’re you up to?” Harrison asked as he walked into my living room and sat down on the couch.
“Uh, watching Heathers.”
“Hm, never seen it. What’s it about.”
“A girl who’s trying to be popular ends up dating a sociopath and kills three of her classmates and then has to stop him from blowing up their entire school.”
“…oh… sounds cool, I guess.”
I laughed as I saw Harrison’s uncomfortable face.
“It’s actually a really good movie.” Tom chimed in.
“You’ve seen Heathers?”
“Yeah, loads of times. It’s a classic.”
I smiled at Tom and turned to face him.
“I would’ve never pinned you as the type of guy to watch Heathers.”
“Well, what type of guy do you pin me as?”
“Hmmm… Transformers, Star Wars, James Bond.”
“Well, you’re very right about the James Bond. Not so much about the other two.”
I smiled and pressed play on the movie.
A couple minutes later, Harrison was passed out on the couch, leaving Tom and I in each other’s company.
“So, Harrison actually kinda warned me to stay quiet while we were here…”
“And why is that?”
“He said, and I quote, that if I said one wrong thing, you would scratch my pretty face off cause I hog him all the time.”
I laughed which caused Tom to look relieved.
“Harrison flatters himself too much.” I said as I looked at my sleeping best friend.
“Hey, do you wanna prank him?”
Tom and I snuck into the office where we both got sharpies and snuck back into the room. We got on either side of Harrison’s body and began to doodle on his face. When we saw his eyes begging to flutter, we jumped onto the couch and turned our attention back to the movie.
“What the hell is this movie? Is he raping her?” Harrison groggily asked as he watched J.D. press Veronica up against the wall in kiss her as she struggled to push him off.
“No, she’s about to kick his ass, don’t worry.” Tom said.
“Yeah, and even though J.D. is completely crazy, he loves Veronica.”
“Well, I gotta take a piss.” Harrison said as he sat up from the couch and stumbled to the bathroom.
Tom and I erupted into a fit of giggles as we heard Harrison scream our names.
“RUN!” Tom and I yelled at the same time. I dragged Tom up to my room and locked the door before Harrison could reach us.
“Y/N! Tom! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you two!” Harrison yelled as he banged on the door which only caused Tom and I to laugh even harder as we fell back onto my bed.
“Looks like you’re spending the night in here, Holland.”
Yet another really long appreciation post.
(Which I absolutely love writing, being an aspiring author).
Now, I’m not putting down any other spy movie.Really.Just obsessed with this one. Hence, this appreciation post. I’m simply expressing my thoughts like I always do. Moving on… Dressing like a Kingsman is my favorite style now. I pretty much have a replica of some of the gizmos used in the movie. Including the same exact model of Samsung laptop which I actually received as a gift from my brother. Imagine my surprise when I saw Harry Hart use it.
I have to say why I love this movie so much.
Colin Firth. (Harry Hart a.k.a. Galahad)
Enough said. He deserves to be at the top of this list. In fact, he is a big part of this post. The movie would’ve been utterly incomplete without him.
Colin always has this classy, attractive Englishman style with a swagger and that won yet again. Won me over so easily. He just needs to grace the screen and everything gets more interesting and complete.
Just look at that saunter. If he showed up on a date with me like this, it would be the best thing on this planet.
He’s the very definition of attractive. I’m guilty of having my heart stolen by this adept gentleman spy.
Perfect example of a gentleman right there.
“The suit is a modern gentleman’s armor.” he says. Because he knows what it takes to be one.
Wise words, Harry. Wise words to live by.
Especially this one.
Do listen to the man. Do not try to piss him off. Unless you want to end up with a hole in your head or otherwise a bashed in face. And then get caught in a massacre. He just looks unassuming but is a sartorial badass who doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit.
Remind me not to get on your bad side, Galahad.
Rest assured, he is a complete package. Classy, sassy, dreamy. I need a Harry Hart in my life. Seriously.
Bonus: Even Taron Egerton agrees with me.
Exactly! Thank you! Which brings me to the next thing on this list…
Taron Egerton a.k.a. Eggsy.
Hands down, the most adorable, liveliest character of the movie. In fact, more like a sweet cinnamon roll that is too valuable for this world. A rookie in the Kingsman Secret Service, Eggsy’s sarcasm and various reactions to situations were amusing as heck.
Like here, when he learns of the new spy tech.
Or here, when he first experiences Harry’s fighting skills.
Yeah, I would have the same reaction if I saw Harry Hart beat up bullies twice his size in a bar and then casually come and sit in front of me. My instant reaction would be:
Eggsy’s whole demeanor makes you laugh.
He was the life of the movie.
That yellow printed bomber jacket was quite ridiculous and even yet, Eggsy managed to pull it off and still look cute. In fact, he even set a trend with it.
Put that vivid attire aside, however. And this guy is smart, gutsy, quick to act, loyal and can’t be fooled easily.
Even though he does mistake a pug for a bulldog. That was an exception.
He goes along with it anyway.
Hey, it happens to the best of us, okay? Besides, you gotta love a guy who loves his dog.
In a scene, Harry tells Eggsy that if he can learn to adapt, he can transform.
Oh, he DID transform, alright. When he followed in Harry’s footsteps. Became as sexy of a gentleman as his Kingsman friend.
Seriously, Harry would just be so proud. And nobody makes a better team than these two.
At times, Eggsy’s reactions do get heartbreaking also. But because of that development of his character, it just makes you wanna root for him.
Roxy a.k.a. Lancelot.
I have to give credit to this girl because from the movie it looked like she was afraid of heights. But damn, this badass Lancelot literally went to outer space despite her phobia, in a prototype vehicle and shot down Valentine’s satellite.
Girl power, baby.
I can’t not mention her. I’ve never seen a more badass sidekick. She’s got acrobatic martial art skills and if you provoke her, she’ll slice you in half with a single swing of her blade leg. And all that rather effortlessly and while holding a glass of alcohol. So you’re better off not getting on her bad side.
Speaking of which, those blade legs? Goddamn!
The Weapons Cache.
Granted that the James Bond films have displayed a wide array of cool spy gadgets and weapons. Even an actual car that can be driven with a remote.
But every spy movie nonetheless needs some futuristic gizmos. And seeing the cool weapons in Kingsman: The Secret Service excited me. I mean, after all, it’s this movie I love so much so why talk about other movies?
Let’s just go back to Harry Hart’s quote again: “The suit is a modern gentleman’s armor.”
He wasn’t kidding. The suits are freaking bulletproof.
Neurotoxin blade in shoe.
That was one nasty weapon. I mean, ask Gazelle.
Wait, never mind.
Hand Grenade Lighter.
Bonus: Eggsy’s reaction.
Electrocuting Signet Ring.
I pity the poor soul who had the misfortune of experiencing that.
Poison pen. Only harmless until someone activates it.
And Arthur unknowingly ingested it after falling for Eggsy’s sleight of hand trick.
I saved my personal favorite for last. Multi-purpose bulletproof Umbrella.
The humor was really good in this movie. It was legitimately funny.
The super-villain/megalomaniac, Valentine, was funny too. His lisp
sets him apart from other super-villains. He was quite the comical
character. Well played by Samuel L. Jackson.
The jokes were well-timed and didn’t seem cheesy to me at all. As I
mentioned before, Eggsy’s demeanor and Harry’s witty comebacks really
make you laugh.
Like this scene, where Eggsy tries to steal one of the grenades.
Or this German aristocrat greeting.
In fact, even the fight scenes in the movie had a touch of humor to them.
Speaking of which,
The fight scenes.
The fight scenes were wonderfully violent. Stabbing, shooting, slicing, everything. But at the same time, they weren’t too gory that you would be put off by it.
The church fight which I just have to mention because Harry Hart goes on an all out massacre, killing everyone and emerging as the last man standing. And Free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays in the background.
This bar fight where Harry first shows his badass side. It ensues after he flings a glass at a bully’s head using his umbrella.
Whoa. Manners maketh man. I get it.
Or this one when Eggsy shows he’s no less with some badass gunslinging action.
Harry taught you well, buddy. See it’s like I said before. It makes you wanna root for these guys. I definitely was cheering throughout just for these two.
Go Team Galahad!
This Sleight Of Hand.
I’m pointing this out because that two-faced Arthur deserved what he got. Because he thought Eggsy wouldn’t suspect the
spiked brandy or the fact he had one of those killer sim cards in his
neck. But just look at the way Eggsy watched Arthur’s every move. He knew something’s wrong.
He makes Arthur believe he had fallen for his trap when it was actually the other way around.
And when offered the so-called chance to a new world, he replies:
YES. You go, eggsy!
As I mentioned earlier about Eggsy’s reactions being a heartbreaking, this is a good example. You can see the rage and grief in his eyes at the mention of Harry’s name. And Arthur’s plan backfired anyway. Literally.
How happy that made me.
The exploding heads.
Personally, I found this one of the best scenes in the movie. It was quite brilliant and funny that they showed the heads exploding more like fireworks and less bloody. With a celebration song playing in the background.
It was Eggsy’s idea and Merlin’s hacker skills that led to this.
This scene was so strangely, aesthetically pleasing to watch.
And Merlin’s most apt reaction to it all.
It’s like I said before. I’m not putting down any other movie. I’m just saying that I love this one too much to the core of my heart and will choose it over any other spy movie, any day of the week. It had an interesting story, plot twists, humor, attractive gentlemen spies, everything.
Most importantly, it had something no other spy movie did. Colin Firth.
Can you do a BTS James Bond series? Or A-Team BTS series?
Okok confession… I’ve never seen a James Bond movie properly, always just portions. (Don’t hate me, I read more than I watch movies) But I tried my best to make this series and ended up pretty much making a Spy Series….
-On April Fool’s Day MacReady meticulously empties out all of Adam’s cereal boxes and replaces the contents with healthy, sugar free variants.
-Miller’s hair started turning gray in his early twenties. He has no idea why.
-MacReady owns multiple versions of every James Bond film ever made.
-Adam has never actually seen a James Bond movie in his life. When Mac finds out he forces Adam to marathon them with him on sheer principle alone.
-Eventually Adam has eaten enough cereal to create a box fort. Aria is the only other person allowed in it. There’s a sign outside the fort that reads: AUGS ONLY.
-Adam watches livestreams of puppies on his lunch breaks. Chang thinks he’s doing it to cover something up.
-Aria rivals Miller for best marksman in TF29. It’s why Miller thought her being left working the armory was a waste of her clear talent.
-Adam gives Aria his neuropzyne prescriptions so she always has enough. He lies and tells her that he gets some through Sarif so she doesn’t worry.
-There’s an unofficial competition to get the high score in the latest version of Pac-Man. Miller is currently at the top of the leader board. He doggedly defends the title. This is also true with Call of Duty and the new Splatoon. The latter he only ever loses to his daughter.
In a text post, list 10 fics that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take
but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right”
or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you, Tag 10 friends,
including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure your friends know you’ve tagged
rule: One fic per fandom pairing.
Thank you @ratbagqueen for tagging me, I shall attempt to follow your rules, but, uh, I may break the personal rule. I shall also avoid repeating the great fics you mentioned, but if anyone’s curious, go check them out HERE cuz, yeah, they were great fics.
My recs are as follows, mostly in order of how I discovered ships:
I woke up to a note from myself that just said “voltron movie headcanons” because in the middle of the night i realized i wanted to talk about what type of movies and shows the paladins like to watch sO…
Lance is a sucker for action movies. Think Marvel, James Bond, superheroes and spies are his THING. They get him super hyped up. But, he secretly really loves to watch sad movies too. Something about the emotional catharsis is really appealing to him, so he also loves sad romantic movies, like Titanic and the Notebook (personal note: I’ve never seen the Notebook but it’s sad right?).
Hunk, predictably enough, loves cooking shows, especially things like Chopped and Cutthroat Kitchen. He also really loves comedy, so you’ll catch him watching everything from Spaceballs to RomComs. He’s a firm believer in the idea that a good laugh does wonders for the soul! He also unironically loves soap operas.
Pidge loves Sci-fi. Hands down, their fave genre. Growing up in a family of hardcore science nerds, there was hardly any choice! But Sci-fi tv shows like Warehouse (personal note: I highly recommend) and the old Star Trek, as well as Star Wars, are their favorites! Pidge also really likes some anime, especially Mecha anime (how meta, amiright ladies?), which Lance makes fun of, but equally enjoys.
Keith doesn’t watch many movies, and he doesn’t watch tv at all, you know, living in a shack… but he does like some classics. Things like the Godfather, older stuff, film noir. He likes black and white movies, too. Lance, however, thinks it’s basically a crime that he doesn’t know like, ANY modern movies, and makes him watch lots of newer stuff. He doesn’t mind Lance’s superhero movies, and thinks some of Hunk’s comedies are really good! But he secretly likes Pidge’s anime a lot.
Shiro is a fantasy nerd. Sci-fi and fantasy. He loves Star Wars, Star Trek, and Lord of the Rings. Our fearless leader is also a big DORK. Catch him watching documentaries too, the history channel is by far his favorite channel, and he pretends not to be into those Ancient Aliens programs, but you know he loves them.
Dear people attempting to write Eggsys accent in fanfiction who don’t know what they are doing/linguistic rules:
Drop G’s - walking becomes walkin’, begging becomes beggin’, ect
Use Ain’t and Innit liberally - Bit much Innit?, he ain’t joking
Possessive pronouns - my car becomes me car
Slang - rank, sick, mental (note: Eggsy is British, those of you not British doing his accent, the rule of thumb is ‘it’s better not to use slang than to get it wrong’. Imagine how out of place Crickey O'Riley sounds for Harry - it just doesn’t sit right.)
Swearing - (particularly more British swears) Arse, bollocks, bloody, twat, dickhead, (and 'common’ swears) Fuck, shit.
Pet names - Love, Bruv (I would assume he would use things like Bae, dear, sweetheart, but things like Darling and honey would not fit his sociolect unless he was parodying)
Skipping words - no explanation really needed, you can tell where it sounds right. Have you seen my dog?, seen my dog?
So, if you go with these basic ideas, you can write a rather Cockney accent for Eggsy without going OTT. (Please bear in mind we don’t even know of Eggsys really cockney - they never specify if he was born under the bells.)
So, of you follow these, you get something like this:
Hey Roxy, do you want to go and watch that new James Bond movie? I have heard its got some attractive girls in it.
Alright (slang) bruv (pet name) wanna go see that new James Bond film (British slang term)? (lack of words) Heard its got some well fit (tense change) chicks (pet name/slang) in it.
Good God Harry, that was extremely violent, you just hit his head in with my pool que! Don’t you think that was a bit much?
Fuckin Christ (swearing/slang) Harry, that was well (tense change) violent, you bashed (slang) his head in with me (possessive) pool stick (slang - particularly a informal word)! Bit much Innit?
Basically, drop end Gs, skip words and mash then together, use any slang/names you have faith in.
Lots of love, a British country to city person currently studying accent, sociolect, dialect and ideolect.
I got an incredibly sweet ask from homelikecarcass about what kind of movies the Mercs would like, and I decided to go with it and see what I write for headcanons. As always, hope you all enjoy and have a great day!
Scout loves action movies. Y'know, the type that are made for pubescent straight boys that have blonde girls and cool cars and stuff? He loves those. Horror movies terrify him, but he’d never admit it. He also would never admit he loves romcom movies with a passion. On movie night, he usually ends up going with something like the Fast and the Furious.
Soldier loves classic movies that everyone’s seen when they were children. He’s not afraid to admit to liking a few children’s movies. When it’s his turn on movie night, he usually picks the Sound of Music every time.
Pyro loves princess movies, and horse movies, but then they also love horror movies. There’s literally no in between. It’s either Black Beauty or Silence of the Lambs, and no one can figure out which one it’s going to be that night.
Demoman likes adventure movies with swords in them. Pirates, knights, soldiers, he likes it all. He knows the theme song to each of theme, by heart, too. His turn for movie night is always the Highlander, because come on, he’s a living reference to that movie.
Engineer loves good old comedies. He wants something that will make the whole team laugh and recall the jokes from it the next few days. His turn usually tuns into a vote, and he takes all the opinions into consideration, so it changes quite a bit, but some usuals are School of Rock, Groundhog Day, and Jim Gaffigan: Mr. Universe.
Heavy likes basically all movies, but he’s a big fan of movies that are based on true stories, especially thrillers or comedies. His turn for movie night usually ends up with something like Pain and Gain.
Medic loves slashers. Even though he spends half of the movie complaining about how they put the wrong amount of blood or how the heart is two inches lower than what they show, he actually really enjoys them. Medic loves gore with a disturbing passion, so some of the Mercs like Scout may suddenly “feel sick” when it’s his turn to pick for movie night.
Sniper loves old West style movies, and movies about exploration or surviving off of nothing. Although he’ll sit through any movie, since he’s used to his parents’ horrible taste in films, he’s okay with anything, but he’s not going to let the chance of being able to pick his own mvie go to waste. Any of the Indiana Jones movies are favorite picks for Sniper.
Spy would never admit it, but he’s actually very fond of the James Bond movies. It’s the first time he’s ever seen a spy portrayed as an actual hero, rather than disposable enemy. He’s also a big fan of movies based on classic books, from authors like Dickens, Austen (he gets teased for this quite often), and Shakespeare. His pick for movie night could be anything from Gold Finger to Great Expectations.
Even if you’ve somehow never seen a James Bond movie before, you probably still know that the first person to play everyone’s favorite nymphomaniac superspy on film was Sean Connery in Dr. No(1962). The movie turned the already successful literary character into an international sex god, spawning like 80 freaking sequels.
However, the first Bond novel was actually Casino Royale, not Dr. No. Ever wonder why they didn’t adapt that one first?
Because they did, only as a low-budget black-and-white TV movie no one watched, way back in 1954. Before Connery or any of the others, the first onscreen James Bond was … um, some fucking guy. Watch this clip where the villain (Peter Lorre from Casablanca) tortures Bond with a pair of pliers – the most shocking part is that “Jimmy Bond,” as he’s called throughout the movie, has an American accent. Because he’s a U.S. government agent.
I decided to change things up from my normal analysis style instead of a film as usual I’ve decided to discuss actors that I view to be influential/have influenced me personally I’ll try to keep the list as short as possible because honestly film is a very large part of my life and I could probably list hundreds upon hundreds of actors I view to be cultural icons. I would also like to say that these are in no particular order. I’m not in the business of rating actors I simply like watching movies.
1. RDJ (Robert Downey Jr.)
Now to understand my love for Robert you’ll have to understand a little about me. I am mix raced and I had always been bullied for not fitting into “regular ethnicities”. I was convinced that people mixed raced or people who even appeared slightly mixed raced were unable to be successful. Keep in mind up up until this point I had always seen pale actors with crystal blue eyes portrayed as beautiful. RDJ was the first actor i ever saw who looked similar to me. He was olive skinned and dark haired and I latched onto him like a life preserver. It didn’t even matter what ethnicity he was all that mattered was that someone who looked similar to be was famous. i couldn’t believe it. I realized that if he could be successful so could I and by watching his movies I could drown out the people telling me that people who looked like me could not succeed. Anyway, for that reason RDJ will always hold a special place in my heart. I consider him one of my “first crushes” and he became a symbol of hope for me.He is a magnificently talented actor but he is even more of inspiration simply as a person.
2. Harrison Ford
Harrison Ford. Even the name sounds impressive. Harrison Ford was one of the first actors I ever adored. i didn’t stand much of a chance against it anyway. My father loved him and showed me all 3 of the Indiana Jones movies (we don’t mention the other one) as soon as he possibly could. I remember being transfixed. He was like an american James bond. He was both intelligent and strong. even better he was goofy. I had never come across someone who could be both suave and funny. I immediately fell head over heels involve with Dr. Jones. I still consider Harrison one of my “first crushes” ones I classify as leaving a lifetime imprint. Much time has passed since I have seen those films but you can bet on me writing love you on my eyelids if I ever come across him.
I had to work to find my beloved marcello. Unlike Harrison Ford or Cary Grant my family did not know of him or Fellini for that matter. I was not raised with him so I had to search for him. I discovered him like many people did in a whirl wind of movies such as 8 ½. I was struck by the way he acted and moved. I had never seen anyone glide across the screen like marcello. like he owned it yet he was trying to remain modest about it. He was charming with a child like excitement to him that made you fall for him instantly. He had great presence about him and there was always something comforting about seeing his smiling face on the screen.
Oh Clark Gable. Clark was one of the few men I really wanted to sweep me of my feet. I remember seeing gone with the wind for the first time and being obsessed. The pencil mustache somehow fit him so perfectly. He was the best combination of cocky and down to earth that he charmed me from his first scene even though he had no lines. Clark was my mother and I’s Cary Grant. He was our favorite old hollywood film star. Film has strange way of bonding people and nothing bonded us closer than our shared love for Clark gable. He was considered the king of old hollywood.The quiet and contemplative king that could steal your heart away with a single glance
I fell in love with Cary Grant the way most people fall in love with whiskey. Slowly but surely. I loved rugged men. How could I not? I was raised on a steady influx of Indiana Jones and James Bond. For this reason I was wary of Cary Grant. My grandmother loved him but he always seemed a bit too proper for me. He was presented to me as the image of a ken doll, the perfect upstanding gentlemen. This is why up until the first movie I watched with him I believed I would like him but he would never be my type. After North by Northwest I watched more and more of his movies and quickly realized this tall dark silly man was not at all what I had perceived him to be. Cary Grant managed to be both the aristocrat and the average man and I think there is something spectacular about that.
Colin Firth was my favorite in the only rom com I could ever sit through without throwing up when I was younger. There was something about those eyes. Those soft puppy dogs eyes and that slightly upperclass accent that drew you in. He was so easy to fall in love that you would barely even notice how much you liked him until you realized you were yelling at the tv for bridget to pick him for god sake’s he’s the better choice! Either way I feel is though I will never see another actor that can make so many weak just with his eyes.
Jean Reno is one of those actors who is simultaneously a stone cold killer and the tender hearted companion. He has this kind of duality about him which I found fascinating. I include him on my list because he shaped my view of french cinema. My choices in cinema were limited when I was younger but I can still remember watching La Femme Nikkta and Leon back to back and being struck by him. There was something about him that stuck with you long after the movie was over. A certain je ne sais quoi
Oh, jacky. Good old Jack. Not really reliable but a hell of a good time. I was introduced to Jack probably before I could even speak. From easy rider to Batman I’ve probably seen every notable film of his at some time or another on family movie night. The thing that was great about jack is what has defined how I judge most people’s character now. He was real. You never feel like you’re getting the “hollywood polished face”. He was simply himself and there’s something kind of magical about “just jack”.
This is the most ‘80s thing I have seen… all week, at the very least. I had never actually seen the credit sequence (or the movie in its entirety, just bits on TV. SORRY), but this was a legit single with lots of airplay back in the day. AMAZE.
In a scene around halfway through the film, Affleck’s character is in an airport when he sees a picture of himself in the news and then pulls a baseball cap over his eyes to hide his face.
The thing was, the cap he was supposed to wear was a New York Yankees cap. Affleck is a massive Red Sox fan, to the point where putting the Yankees logo anywhere on his body would apparently cause him to burst into spectacular flames, like a vampire that put on a hat made of crosses.
So, Affleck refused to do the scene with that hat. And if he really felt that strongly about it, you would think it would be a simple enough thing for some intern to run across the road to Sears and pick up a cheap Red Sox cap. But, Fincher wasn’t about to take any of Affleck’s team loyalty bullshit – he was adamant that the character Affleck was portraying was a Yankees fan. Goddammit, he had a vision, and he wasn’t about to compromise on it.
Affleck’s argument was that being seen wearing a Yankees cap, even in character, would pretty much ruin his life, as his Red Sox-loving friends would never let him hear the end of it. Fincher called Affleck’s behavior “unprofessional,” but, considering his own refusal to back down over such a nonissue was equally ridiculous, it isn’t easy to take sides here.
“It’s been half a century since the incomparable spy novelist John le Carré first made his name as the anti-Ian Fleming. His heroes weren’t babe-bedding killers like 007, but gray idealists in dingy offices who fought the long twilight struggle of the Cold War. When that war ended with the fall of the Soviet bloc, fans wondered whether le Carré himself would vanish like the Berlin Wall. But he has always been staggeringly clever, and in 1993 he wrote his first post-Cold War novel, The Night Manager. It became a huge bestseller, and it was easy to see why. Heroic, fast-paced, and unambiguous, it was the closest he’d ever come to James Bond. Reading it back then, I felt sure it would become a movie. It never did. Instead, The Night Manager has been turned into terrific television. As it jets from Egyptian streets to posh Alpine lodges to sun-bedazzled mansions in Mallorca, this six-part AMC series is one of the most enjoyable thrillers I’ve ever seen on TV.”
I have wanted to ask forever what first attracted you to 00Q. I've been in the fandom for a year now, and I still don't get it. Six minutes of shared screen time and they make eye contact twice. And that was enough to launch so many brilliant fics. I agree with you about the actors (boy do I!) but here's the thing: When I first picked up a 00Q fic, I had never seen Skyfall, nor any Daniel Craig movie, nor ever heard of Ben Whishaw. I was hooked and still don't get it. What is it about these two?
I actually started with the idea of Bondlock — as in, John Watson and James Bond. The thought of Q as the youngest Holmes brother was amusing but not nearly as exciting as the John/James dynamic. That’s why I wrote Distress Call.
But after watching the YouTube videos of James and Q at the National Gallery and down in Q Branch, I fell in love.
I honestly think it’s the snark. Genuine, teasing, not-disrespectful snark.
Confronted with this child who’s suddenly going to be such a critical asset in life-or-death missions, Bond could have been a complete asshole. He could’ve thrown a fit and gone back to demand “a competent adult” take over. But he didn’t. He tested the waters, and when Q held his own, Bond threw aside his prejudice and gave Q his respect.
And on the other side, Q’s first task as Quartermaster is to equip this relic, this dinosaur, and send him out into the field — probably to die. I mean, Bond certainly doesn’t look his best at that moment, and even if Q doesn’t have access to Bond’s real fitness report (HA! As if Q can’t access everything?) one look is all he needs to know that Bond is old and worn out and tired. But again, Q sees something in Bond — maybe it’s that moment when Bond calls him “Q”, maybe it’s Bond’s smile, or maybe it’s just the knowledge of Bond’s history as an agent. Whatever it is, Q decides in that moment to believe in Bond.
Mutual respect. That’s a fantastic, incredibly sexy way for a relationship to start.
“C’mon Gale, we have to go right by it anyway, I just want to take a quick look!” he groans, but this isn’t a battle he’s going to win and he knows it.
Gale and I have been best friends since I was 12 but this is the first time we’ve ever traveled anywhere together. The trip was his idea; he’s leaving to go work in the oil sands next week and it’ll be months before we see each other again. So when he suggested a weekend in Niagara Falls I jumped at the chance. I’ve never been to the falls before.
“Fine,” he huffs. “Five minutes and then we move on.” But he almost cracks a smile as I grab his arm and detour, directing us towards the four stories of glass that make up the facade of Casino Niagara. I’ve never been in a casino before, never seen one except in the movies, and I’m curious.
James Bond raped Pussy Galore? I've never seen the Bond movies. Is this something that was just in the books?
I wanted to make sure that I looked at this fairly, so I went to the text in both cases. My conclusion is: in the movie, absolutely. He raped her.
In the book, given the way that James Bond is written (no real sex scenes), it would be hard to say, concretely, that he raped her. But she is a lesbian, and her lover is killed, and while under Bond’s custody, she becomes a pliant “girl”, and is magically cured of her homosexuality. So, while I may have been abrupt in arguing that he raped her (though I think that is the subtext), he absolutely had sex with her, an admitted rape victim and self-identified lesbian.
So, even if he didn’t rape her, the book itself is advocating for “real men” to cure lesbians.
Sources below–sorry for the long post, I don’t know how to do the “read more”.
Here is the dialogue leading up to their encounter in the movie:
Bond: I’d like to think you’re not in on all of this, uh, caper.
Pussy: Skip it. I’m not interested. Let’s go.
Bond: [Bond grabs her arm and turns her back] What would it take for you to see things my way?
Pussy: A lot more than you’ve got.
Bond: [looking into her eyes] How do you know?
Pussy: I don’t want to know.
She then struggles against him while he forces himself on her.
Here is the text from the novel where Bond first meets Pussy Galore:
Miss Galore held his eyes. She said ‘Pardon my asking’ with the curt tone of a hard woman shopper at the sales.
Bond liked the look of her. He felt the sexual challenge all beautiful Lesbians have for men. He was amused by the uncompromising attitude that said to Goldfinger and to the room, ‘All men are bastards and cheats. Don’t try any masculine hocus on me. I don’t go for it. I’m in a separate league.’ Bond thought she would be in her early thirties. She had pale, Rupert Brooke good looks with high cheekbones and a beautiful jawline. She had the only violet eyes Bond had ever seen. They were the true deep violet of a pansy and they looked candidly out at the world from beneath straight black brows. Her hair, which was as black as Tilly Masterton’s, was worn in an untidy urchin cut. The mouth was a decisive slash of deep vermilion. Bond thought she was superb and so, he noticed, did Tilly Masterton who was gazing at Miss Galore with worshipping eyes and lips that yearned. Bond decided that all was now clear to him about Tilly Masterton.
His later description of lesbian character Tilly:
Bond came to the conclusion that Tilly Masterton was one of those girls whose hormones had got mixed up. He knew the type well and thought they and their male counterparts were a direct consequence of giving votes to women and 'sex equality’. As a result of fifty years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused, not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unhappy sexual misfits—barren and full of frustrations, the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied. He was sorry for them, but he had no time for them. Bond smiled sourly to himself as he remembered his fantasies about this girl as they sped along the valley of the Loire. Entre Deux Seins indeed!
[Tilly, Pussy’s lover, is killed]
Later, while she is waiting for his testimony to exonerate her after Bond uses her to escape:
The connecting door with the next cabin opened and the girl came in. She was wearing nothing but a grey fisherman’s jersey that was decent by half an inch. The sleeves were rolled up. She looked like a painting by Vertes. She said, 'People keep on asking if I’d like an alcohol rub and I keep on saying that if anyone’s going to rub me it’s you, and if I’m going to be rubbed with anything it’s you I’d like to be rubbed with.’ She ended lamely, 'So here I am.’
Bond said firmly, 'Lock that door, Pussy, take off that sweater and come into bed. You’ll catch cold.’
She did as she was told, like an obedient child.
She lay in the crook of Bond’s arm and looked up at him. She said, not in a gangster’s voice, or a Lesbian’s, but in a girl’s voice, 'Will you write to me in Sing Sing?’
Bond looked down into the deep blue-violet eyes that were no longer hard, imperious. He bent and kissed them lightly. He said, 'They told me you only liked women.’
She said, 'I never met a man before.’ The toughness came back into her voice. 'I come from the South. You know the definition of a virgin down there? Well, it’s a girl who can run faster than her brother. In my case I couldn’t run as fast as my uncle. I was twelve. That’s not so good, James. You ought to be able to guess that.’
Bond smiled down into the pale, beautiful face. He said, 'All you need is a course of TLC.’
'Short for Tender Loving Care treatment. It’s what they write on most papers when a waif gets brought in to a children’s clinic.’
'I’d like that.’ She looked at the passionate, rather cruel mouth waiting above hers. She reached up and brushed back the comma of black hair that had fallen over his right eyebrow. She looked into the fiercely slitted grey eyes. 'When’s it going to start?’
Bond’s right hand came slowly up the firm, muscled thighs, over the flat soft plain of the stomach to the right breast. Its point was hard with desire. He said softly, 'Now.’ His mouth came ruthlessly down on hers.
ETA: if you watch that movie scene and don’t think it’s rape, please seek help.
SKIMMONS ME! I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married. Pretty please
This is LITRALLY the last one of my prompts. Why did I write five of these today? I don’t usually do that, but THIS ONE I needed to get to because, well, I think you’d enjoy this thoroughly. Think of it as a prequel to Secret Lessons with Scarface and Puggles. I really couldn’t resist because I tried to think about what the best case scenario they could get into this situation. Lo and behold! I hope you enjoy it!
Mrs. Scarface and Mrs. Puggles Rated T High School AU. Ms. Romanov was a scary teacher but she was also an excellent schemer.
Skye didn’t know why she was in this class. She didn’t know in what universe her foster father thought it would be a good idea for her to take an acting class as her elective.