• River Phoenix in Jimmy Reardon
• River Phoenix in Running On Empty
• River Phoenix in Dark Blood
• River Phoenix in Stand By Me
• River Phoenix in Dogfight
• River Phoenix in My Own Private Idaho
• River Phoenix in 7brides for 7brothers
• River Phoenix in ABC afterschool specials
• River Phoenix in it’s your move
• River Phoenix in hotel
• River Phoenix in Robert Kennedy and his times
• River Phoenix in explorers
• River Phoenix in Family Ties
• River Phoenix in Circle of Violence: a family drama
• River Phoenix in little nikita
• River Phoenix in indiana jones
• River Phoenix in the mosquito coast
• River Phoenix in i love you to death
• River Phoenix in silent tongue
• River Phoenix in sneakers
• River Phoenix in the thing called love
• River Phoenix playing piano
• River Phoenix playing guitar
• River Phoenix singing
• River Phoenix laughing
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• River Phoenix’ beauty
• River Phoenix being an icon to gay people
• River Phoenix being vegan
• River Phoenix not giving a crap about fame
• River Phoenix not wanting people to know about his drug habits bc he didn’t wanted the young fans going down that way
• River Phoenix respecting everyone
• River Phoenix in glasses
• River Phoenix his smile
• River Phoenix his eyes that held so much love
• River Phoenix love for his family, friends and fans and the earth
• River Phoenix in fucking general???????
Things people talk about too much
• River Phoenix drug overdose
Paul Rusesabagina sheltered 1268 Tutsi and Hutu refugees at the Milles Collines Hotel in Kigali. Paul and Tatiana now live in Belgium with their children, Roger, Diane, Lys, Tresor and their adopted nieces Anais and Carine.Tatiana’s brother Thomas and his wife Fedens were never found. In 2002, General Augustin Bizimungu was captured in Angola and transported to the U.N. War Crimes Tribunal in Tanzania. At the same tribunal the Interhamwe leader George Rutuganda was sentenced to life in prison.The genocide ended in July 1994, when the Tutsi rebels drove the Hutu army and the Interhamwe militia across the border into the Congo.
Title card: They left behind almost a million corpses.
Ten years ago some of the worst atrocities in the history of mankind took place in the country of Rwanda–and in an era of high-speed communication and round the clock news, the events went almost unnoticed by the rest of the world. In only three months, one million people were brutally murdered. In the face of these unspeakable actions, inspired by his love for his family, an ordinary man summons extraordinary courage to save the lives of over a thousand helpless refugees, by granting them shelter in the hotel he manages.
Rwanda 1994. The genocide of the Hutus and the Tutsis sadly commenced. The Hutu militia broke the peace of the country as they started killing any Tutsis in their sight as they called them “cockroaches”. This all goes back to when Belgium took the country and sorted out the Rwandan people by shades of colour, nose size and more as it is briefly explained at the beginning of the film.
Hotel Rwanda however does not focus on the graphicness of the wars or the humanity that occurred. It focuses on the true-life story of Paul Rusesabagina and his amazing, heroic struggle. Don Cheadle plays Paul Rusesabagina magnificently as a hotel manager who housed over 1000 Tutsis in the Hotel Des Milles Collines. When all hell broke loose on Rwandan soil, he was there to shelter people in need.
Standing still in the airport crowd, Miles is waiting, watching the arriving passengers come down the escalators in big crowds. He scans every group for something of Phoenix, the height, the earnest face, the hair, those warm eyes. Any minute, any group. He should be here any minute. The next one.
Miles is so intent on finding him that when he does appear, it’s a pleasant shock. He’s in the middle of the crowd around him, unassuming, watching where he’s going further down the escalator and then lifting his head to look around. But he stands out so vividly to Miles that the image of him seems to overtake the people around him, fading them out as if a spotlight were on him.
But when Phoenix finally sees him, it hits Miles in the chest. It’s no spotlight.
Phoenix immediately beams, and hustles politely past the people in front of him to walk, then run a little straight to Miles.
“Hi there!” He grins, and sets his briefcase down on the tile to free himself up for a hug. The warmth of his bright smile must be what makes Miles flush. To hide it, but not too hastily, he hugs Phoenix.
After a few moments, but not too eagerly, Phoenix lets go. “I’m so glad to finally be here! I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”
“So you kept telling me,” he says wryly.
Phoenix laughs, a sound which lifts Miles’ spirits. “Yeah, I know! But I meant it every time. And after all the background reading I did, and the planning-” he turns from grabbing his briefcase to flash a smile, “-we’re finally here!”
Miles flushes again, but this time, doesn’t look away as Phoenix straightens up.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
After whisking Phoenix through town and to the hotel for some recuperation, Miles waits to meet him in the lobby so they may walk to the introductory conference at the institute together. He tries to watch the lavish, busy street outside, but Miles’ attention keeps being pulled to the unremarkable, if mathematically graceful, arching hallway exit. His eyes brush over the fine art on the lobby walls, lingering on interesting details for seconds before checking the hallway entrance again.
Phoenix appears, and when he sees Miles, gives an excited grin.
“What is it?” Miles asks as he comes closer.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Phoenix is fairly bouncing in place.
“Ah, it’s noth-” Miles reconsiders his white lie. Something seems wrong about telling it, more than usual. Like it’s not needed, not for the two of them, superfluous. Unnecessary. “Are you possibly so excited about going to the conference?”
Phoenix nods, for which Miles gently shakes his head and smiles. Chatting about the city, they walk side-by-side to the campus, then to the meeting.
When the time comes for everyone around the table to introduce themselves and Phoenix is saying his name, Miles feels a brief bolt of shame as he speaks. Phoenix Wright has argued some incredible cases, it’s true, but he simply doesn’t have the same kind of CV as anyone else here. He’s not the same as them, he’s a trial attorney, not in line for a judgeship or sitting as any kind of jurisprudence scholar, what if they look down on him, why did I–
A smile ripples across the room, made with a light that he recognizes. Miles glances to his right, where Phoenix still has the sheepish smile that originated it.
“So, next is the person who invited me along,” he is saying, and he’s looking at Miles with that light but Miles keeps an iron grip on his gaze, fastening it to an innocuous spot on the table until the moment has passed. Perhaps an observant person could notice his private feat of willpower, but that prospect is less embarrassing than what could have happened if he had simply looked up.
The afternoon passes in collegiate cooperation, the group members breaking into focus areas to share experiences and research. Phoenix and Miles stay at each other’s’ side, collaborating in recounting shared experiences, or hearing the as-of-yet unaired perspective of the other with which they find themselves agreeing with for every inch, feeling it in their gut. The session ends with a satisfied determination, knowing the road of inquiry ahead, and the group leaves the conference room behind for the cool, soft dusk outside. Miles and Phoenix head for a leisurely dinner before the reception at a nearby restaurant, talking easily over the people and the session itself.
There is no one else who engages Miles quite like he does. Intellectually, yes, but also encouraging him to reach deeper and unearth the shining nameless parts of his character even in such a simple interaction. It has always been like this when they’re together. But now, this time, Miles thinks he can already feel the future coming, sitting there across from him. He just doesn’t know what’s going to happen. He just needs to feel sure.
At the hotel, Phoenix departs with a wave and a smile to go change, and some remote part of Miles feels the sensation of stage lights going down in preparation for the next act. He turns away with a heady feeling.
Miles, in his finest black tuxedo, enters the ballroom at 21:00, searching.
His eyes, shining bright and capturing the lights of the ballroom, are so familiar.
He stands there among the others, his humble charm and good nature making his (admittedly nice) midnight-blue tuxedo look like a million bucks. The jacket sits snug on his shoulders, complimenting his silhouette just so as he gestures and speaks. The group gathers around him, jovial, laughing as he tells some story or another, and then laughing along with him.
He’s only met them this morning. It’s probably the badge-stealing monkey story, Miles reasons, staying at the edge of the room. He knows that one’s a winner in any crowd.
In the friendly company, Phoenix is pure sunshine. The group takes a moment to unwind its scattered giggles remaining, and in the glow, Phoenix looks up, across the room, into his eyes. He smiles.
Like it always is with him, all Phoenix needed was a moment of his time. That was all it took for Miles to see the reality he’s in become clearer, sharper, for Phoenix to show him the truth of his world. For his understanding to turn on a dime.
Phoenix looks to Miles.
Phoenix is shining.
It took that moment for Miles to understand that he couldn’t live a life without that light. Without him.
When Miles joins the group around Phoenix he returns their greetings, warm and brief. But neither he nor Phoenix look away from each other for long. Miles slips unobtrusively to Phoenix’s side once it becomes clear to the group that Phoenix is diverted.
“I have something to tell you,” Miles manages to say. Willingly, Phoenix follows. Miles leads him out, to the plush hotel hallway outside and down it a ways until the sound of the reception has faded somewhat and they are alone so only Phoenix can hear the possibly ridiculous thing he is about to say.
The realization Miles tells him brings Phoenix first a smile pulled by many emotions, then a radiant grin, then quiet, honest tears which refract his light. But there is no need for them, and Miles tells him as much. Phoenix splutters a laugh, causing his light to burst into shards that dazzle. Miles teases out his pocket square and, tentative, dries Phoenix’s cheek. Phoenix leans into his touch and the swell of affection in Miles’ heart causes him to draw him in to an embrace more solid than the morning’s. Phoenix hugs him close.
“Miles,” he murmurs after some time, into his shoulder. “Miles.”
They separate but don’t dare let go, and Miles won’t look away from Phoenix’s light.
“I don’t want to live a life without you, either.”
Miles gently takes Phoenix’s other hand, and squeezes it softly.
Phoenix illuminates the world, the people, around him. The sensation is so familiar to Miles now that it may be no small wonder he couldn’t separate it from Phoenix’s constant, loyal presence in his life. Not until he was able to show Miles the truth of the matter between them, shining his light on it for him to see.
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I guess this is another sub-genre of Phoenix/Edgeworth, because Edgeworth seriously keeps leaving the country in canon.
Despite Everything by Shivasan Edgeworth is leaving for Europe again and Phoenix sees him off at the airport.
1:29 by Mei Ilan Miles has been in Europe for more than half a year already and Phoenix starts to feel lonely…
Eight Hours and Six Days by letteredheart Miles is in Europe for six days, meeting Franziska. They use the occasion to catch up on recent events. The same goes for Phoenix and Maya. Plus, phone calls at 11 pm and 3:30 am.
Coming Home With You by TheConsultingStepladder Based off several fanworks showing Phoenix and Edgeworth reuniting in airports.
Words, Words, Words by edgequill Immediately following the conclusion of Bridge to the Turnabout, Phoenix confronts Edgeworth about something that neither of them quite know how to put into words.
Faith by tastewithouttalent “It’s well past midnight when Miles’s phone finally starts to ring against the bedside table of his hotel room.” Phoenix calls Miles while he’s in Europe, and they do somewhat more than just talk.
For Good by 101Obsessions A songfic about Miles and Phoenix’s friendship, based on ‘For Good’ from the musical 'Wicked’. Because it just seemed to fit so well!
To Those Who Wait by temeira
To Phoenix, Miles is always worth waiting for, no matter how far away he is.
3:58 And the Minutes Past by underout “It’s 3:58. What the hell are you doing in my apartment? I thought—weren’t you overseas?”
I Won’t Back Down by townshend Phoenix has to work for what he wants, always, but it’s worth it.
Text by NekoHellAngel Phoenix is suffering from a bad case of boredom and doesn’t know what to do. When he gets a few unexpected texts from Edgeworth the boredom leaves for a little while, but loneliness threatens to sneak in.
1. “You’re So Vain,” Carly Simon, 1972 It was the shot heard ‘round the world that left everyone debating and wondering, “Which famous ex-lover did she write it about?” I’ve felt the ripples of that blaring public curiosity affect my own lyrics. I was a poetry-obsessed preteen the first time I heard that incredibly gen-ius kiss-off, “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you.” After hearing that, it was like a key had just unlocked this forbidden area of storytelling for me. You can say exactly what you feel, even if it’s bitter and brazen! Almost 10 years later, I sat in my dressing room in Boston. Carly Simon had just performed “You’re So Vain” with me in front of 65,000 fans. She leaned over and whispered to me who the song was written about — me, the one person who hadn’t asked her.
2. “This Kiss,” Faith Hill, 1998 I sang this song for my fourth-grade chorus audition. I think it changed the way I saw country music and music in general. Everyone loved “This Kiss,” not just country fans. Pop and rock fans loved it too. I guess you could say that theme rubbed off on me.
3. “Lego House,” Ed Sheeran, 2011 I was so intrigued by this song that I reached out to Ed to write for my album Red. I loved the cadence of the pre-chorus, “And it’s dark in a cold December, but I got you to keep me waa-arm.” We wrote in a Phoenix hotel room, ate In-N-Out burgers and essentially became a permanent fixture in each other’s lives.
4. “Blood Bank,” Bon Iver, 2009 I think this is one of the most beautiful love songs I’ve ever heard, because of the conversational lyrics. It’s so detailed, but in a sporadic way – just like a memory. My favorite lines: “That secret that we know, that we don’t know how to tell/I’m in love with your honor/I’m in love with your cheeks.” It’s dark, but feels romantic. I think I like this song because it reminds me of how love actually feels.
5. “The Middle,” Jimmy Eat World, 2001 I remember listening to this on the bus to school. I felt comforted by it, because I never felt like I really fit perfectly into any clique at school. I wish every kid who goes through those same feelings of loneliness could hear how Jim Adkins sings, “Don’t you worry what they tell themselves when you’re away.”
6. “Hands Down,” Dashboard Confessional, 2003 My high school experience was marked by memories of house-party singalongs of “Hands Down” and driving around with my best friend screaming the words to it. It’s the best recounting of an unforgettable first date I’ve ever heard.
7. “Backseat Freestyle,” Kendrick Lamar, 2012 This past year I moved to New York, and for the first time, I was dealing with dozens of paparazzi outside my place every day. At first, I got really anxious every time I’d be about to open the car door. They’d crowd around me and yell. Then one day I put my iPhone on shuffle, and “Backseat Freestyle” came on. Something about Kendrick’s voice and the beat made me feel safe. It was pretty much all I listened to that summer.
The table was silent all of a sudden, all eyes turning towards Jongin and his seemingly incredulous remark. Kyungsoo gave him a weird look over the rim of his champagne glass, wondering what on earth he was overreacting for.
“As in a job… and we pay her for it?” Taehyung said flatly, like that wasn’t already obvious. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Uh, hyung you look like you just swallowed a rock.” Jimin commented and Alice’s head snapped towards Jongin only to bite her lip to keep the smile from her face. Kyungsoo however, laughed nonetheless.
“He always looks like that after meetings, though.” He snickered before imitating what looked like Jongin’s “swallowed-a-rock” (credits to Jimin) face. And Jongin snapped from his trance to glare at the older man.
“You try and sit in one of those, hyung.”
"I already do, actually.” Kyungsoo said a matter of fact as he placed the table napkin on his lap. “But I don’t look half as constipated as you do.”
“What?” Jongin exclaimed and the whole table erupted into laughter. Alice covered her mouth to prevent herself from giggling but with everyone laughing, she couldn’t help but laugh along with them. Jongin looked at her then, eyebrows slightly raised as if sending a silent message and Alice cleared her throat and tried to put on her most serious face. The gesture made Jongin smile internally.
“Do you know each other?” Kyungsoo pointed at the two of them and Alice felt a sense of panic. She opened her mouth to answer but Jongin beat her to it.
“No. We don’t.“ He said nonchalantly and Alice felt herself frown. She wasn’t sure what hurt her more: that fact that he forgot they ever met or that he was purposely lying about knowing her.
He knows, a small voice in her head pointed and she thought back to the way he stared at her bracelet and how he had reacted upon discovering that he was sitting beside her. She knew the look of recognition in someone’s eyes when she sees one.
"Well, Alice here is going to be your new photographer for the engagement.” Kyungsoo announced and Jongin almost choked on his champagne. “Might as well get to know her—“ the sound of choking made Kyungsoo pause and he, as well as everyone in the table—turned to look over at Jongin who apparently just choked on his water.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Taehyung looked at him in concern and the older just waved a hand at him as he wiped his mouth with the napkin.
“Fine. Sorry. I… I just didn’t know we were going to have a personal paparazzi for this.” He said though Alice felt that wasn’t what he was thinking at all with the way he glanced at her almost fearfully.
“Oh you do.” Kyungsoo said. “As a matter of fact, Baekhyun has half the marketing department—not to mention the entire events team, focusing on your engagement alone.”
“Wow.” Taehyung chuckled and Jimin and Carmel snickered along. “That’s a big production, then.”
“Yeah, production.” Jongin muttered softly but it was clear enough for Alice to hear. She looked at him curiously but when he looked up to meet her eyes, she looked away.
Just then the food arrived and Alice was glad to have an excuse not to pay attention to the boy beside her and focus on savouring her steak instead. It was also a good thing Taehyung was chatty enough to keep the conversation going for her; ultimately burying the initial awkwardness when Jongin arrived.
Two can play at this game, she thought as she felt his subtle glances every so often….
(Even though his mere presence was like a burning furnace beside her).