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Tuesday, May 2 @ 8:00 PM IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT(1934)
A newspaperman tracks a runaway heiress on a madcap cross-country tour.
Tell me your David and Walter headcannons pleeeeaaaasse??? I love your posts about them. 👽🤖❤️
Aw thank you very much! It’s good to know that my
posts about David and Walter don’t bore people. I don’t know if my thoughts can
be qualified as headcanons, but I’ll share them anyway.
David thinks he’s magnificent, so he’s annoyed when
people dismiss him as being somewhat inferior. He was programmed to understand
emotions, but he started feeling them too as he was left on his own for two
years on the Prometheus. Also, I believe he was made with far less inhibitions
than other robots since he was Peter Weyland’s personal android. Therefore,
he’s more dangerous and unpredictable.
Still, his programmed servitude didn’t let him be
completely free, so he hid what he felt, not minding that it “hurt”.
I find this scene interesting. It’s clear that he
disliked her a lot, but he was cornered and couldn’t go against his
programming. I mean just look at his face, his eyes… and then he reverted
back to simply being a servant by asking her if she wanted a cup of tea. The
Okay, a few happy thoughts now. He loves his blonde
hair, his trimmed eyebrows and his long eyelashes. A lot. He uses lip balm of
course and kisses the mirror when he looks at himself. He sings and plays the
main theme of Lawrence of Arabia on piano. He’s not very fond of his dull grey
uniform because he thinks he deserves something better to compliment his
physique. He likes his flip flops though and the sound they make when he walks.
It makes him smile. He watched thousands of movies and was intrigued by a certain Michael Fassbender who strangely looks a lot like him. Oh yeah, and he’s a great ballet dancer. I mean please yes he is.
We don’t know a lot about Walter unfortunately.
Apparently he’s a Spock-like character and a “blank canvas one can project
things upon”. He can acknowledge Daniels’ friendship, which means
nothing to him. So what does it mean? That he can’t care about himself and feel
something? That’s sad.
That night, after things quiet down, Brook joins Walter outside by the Grisbys’ pool.
The crickets are chirping, the air is fresh, and the temperature is just right. Brook is going to miss this. She has never liked Bridgeport much, secretly enjoying all those times that Sandra would dump her off on some caretaker in Riverview.
Walter: Don’t worry, dear. I know you’re sad you have to leave with her, but it could be much worse. Look on the bright side: you are sixteen, which means, in two more years you are a legal adult and no longer have to live by her rules.
Brook: I know. It’s just, I wanted to spend the school year with Laurel and you guys. You’re more like a family to me than she ever tried to be.
Walter: I know. And if it matters, we think of you as a daughter as well.
He jumps up.
- And who knows? This is Sandra we’re talking about. She has seven Fridays in a week - maybe by next semester she’ll send you here again?
She’ll miss Walter and his endless sense of humor. And she’ll miss Yvette and her warmth and wonderful cooking…
Brook: Maybe… I hope so.
Walter: Well, try to get a good night’s sleep. It wouldn’t do to be falling asleep on the road.
Apparently Methodists only do communion the first Sunday of every month and that’s driving me crazy. It feels like a huge absence in the service. I’m gonna leave here feeling like I only half went to church
honestly… do you know anybody who came back from the dead and immediately upon seeing you joined you in holding your boss at gun point… no questions asked… because that’s the only definition of love everything else is a lie