#Wayne Mcqueen

[winter-redcurrants4]

Nos4a2 fanfic

(Charlie, Millie , Wayne )

It was night, everyone from the children went to bed , sleep with their stuffed toys and dream about their great and fun expericences they made this day at christmasland. It snowing outside , like so often at night. The lights where on , lights up the other houses. The room , in where the children sleep , where dark and large. It rooms around sixteen beds inside. But two beds was empty. Wayne stand outside , look up to the large , white moon on the night sky , surrended by many little stars. He stayed for a week at this beautiful place, but all seems so unreal to him , but he also feel that he was at home here. He hears steps, coming to him , he looks in the direction and reconice the beautiful girl , Millicent, who cames to him and after a moment she stand besides him in the snow. Her right hand touches the sword and following his look to the moon. Then she looks to the gates and sadness shines in her eyes. Wayne had understand that their father, Charlie, never stay long here, because he drives again away , to find new friends for them , to play with. Wayne wishes he could stay longer , even a bit. It was almost a week that Charlie was stayed gone, it was not unusual , but he's afraid that he didn't came back to them. The snow falling at them , but they feels no cold. He was tired, but he doesn't want to go sleep, until he knows that Charlie was save. Millie steped a bit near to the gates , hops that they will open themselves. Wayne was also hungry , the whole candy , he ate during the day , didn't help much. Millie looks back to the houses , make sure they where alone. She was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. She was nice to him and the others , wants to keep them save , like Charlie. He asking himself if the other children also are hungry like him. They haven't eat normal for a few days, only sweets. Wayne looks again to the moon , the white face was calm , the eyes closed , the lips showed a peaceful smile. On the top of the head wears the moon a red sleepyhead. Suddenly the gates opens themselves, the wrait drives inside , the doors closes and the car stopps. The door swings open and Charlie steped outside , closed thd door , goes to the trunk , open it , put something out , closed the trunk again and comes to the two , with the food. The man looks around , then Charlie pack him, hold him and bite him in the neck. Millie and Wayne watching him , as he stills his own hunger. Then he let go of the man, puts him down to the ground. "Hello Children," greeding he the two as he wipes away the blood from his lips. The two came to him , hugs him. Wayne was glad that he has returned. Charlie wistles and suddenly the other children comes across the house , to eat the late meal their father has brought them. He let go of Wayne and Millie, as the others hugs him , some other went to the food and starts to eat. Wayne joins them. The flesh and blood tasted somehow sweet , but he don't care about that now. After a moment the hunger was gone and he let go. He feels sleepy now. The others finished their meal and return in the house , into their beds, returning to sleep. Wayne and Millie follows them , with Charlie behind. After they lay in bed , he wishes them a good night and leaves the room. Wayne smiles and closed his eyes. After a moment he was asleep.

[coolthingsguyslike]

[hollywoodlady]

Classic movie stars + music

01 - 'Clara Bow', by Taylor Swift;

02 - 'Bette Davis Eyes', by Kim Carnes;

03 - 'John Wayne', by Lady Gaga;

04 - 'Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle', by Nirvana;

05 - 'Steve McQueen', by Sheryl Crow;

06 - 'Dorothy Dandridge Eyes', by Janelle Monáe feat. Esperanza Spalding;

07 - 'James Dean', by Eagles;

08 - 'Mabel Normand', by Stevie Nicks;

09 - 'Rock Hudson, by Kelly Clarkson;

10 - 'Vincent Price', by Deep Purple

[theglitterdome]

John Wayne, Polly Bergen, and Steve McQueen at Shore Party 1970

[family-aya]

in Gaza

We lost our beautiful home with everything in it, and we no longer have a tent, where sadness embraces my children, in the small tent that is not suitable for animals to live in, sand, a burning sun, widespread diseases, and an environment that is not suitable for living.

Every day, we wake up The sound of bombing and hunger tearing their insides apart,

My children go to collect firewood from the remains of destroyed homes, to try to light a small fire to cook what food they have left. They did not know the taste of fruit for 10 months, and it became a piece of banana, apple, and...Potatoes and chocolate are a pipe dream. While my daughter was sitting in front of the fire, trying to cook some leftover rice next to me, her brother approached her and asked innocently: “When are we going to eat?” She answered him with teary eyes: “Soon, brother, soon.”

This is not a child's life, but it is a reality. In this darkness, they wish for a little food, warmth, and safety.

This is not a child's life, but it is a reality. In this darkness, they wish for a little food, warmth, and safety.

Your donations can make a huge difference in their lives. It can give them hope for a better day. Can you To extend a helping hand to them?

https://gofund.me/2946907d

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[silvanio-rockers]

David Hinds

[furiouscrusadeavenue]

A tipsy Steve McQueen and friend John Wayne

[madlichen]

old youtube screenshots i found saved on my phone

[moovees]

“I was so drunk last night I don’t remember a thing”

Steve McQueen and Marion Morrison (John Wayne)

[2t2r]

Denim Legends - des portraits en jeans par Ian Berry

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/denim-legends-des-portraits-en-jeans-par-ian-berry/

Denim Legends - des portraits en jeans par Ian Berry

[frank-o-meter]

Something tells me John Wayne held his liqueur better than Steve McQueen.

[moviesinfocus]

Behind The Scenes: Clint Eastwood & Don Siegel On The Set Of 1971's DIRTY HARRY

Director Don Siegel‘s 1971 cop thriller, Dirty Harry has now become an iconic slice of cinema and it set the template for loose cannon detective movies. Starring Clint Eastwood, the film sees SFPD Inspector ‘Dirty’ Harry Callahan on the hunt for Scorpio (Andy Robinson), a killer who is stalking the streets of San Francisco. The plot was loosely inspired by the real-life Zodiac killings which took…

[hotvintagepoll]

Congrats to the ultimate winner of the Hot & Vintage Movie Men Tournament, Mr. Toshiro Mifune! May he live happily and well where the sun always shines, enjoying the glories of a battle hard fought.

A loving farewell to all of our previous contestants, who are now banished to the shadow realm and all its dark joys and whispered horrors—I hear there's a picnic on the village green today. If you want to remember the fallen heroes, you can find them all beneath the cut.

What happens next? I'll be taking a break of two weeks to rest from this and prep for the Hot & Vintage Ladies Tournament. I'll still be around but only minimally, posting a few last odes to the hot men before transitioning into a little early ladies content, just like I did with this last tournament. The submission form for the Hot & Vintage Ladies tournament will remain up for one more week (closing February 21st), so get your submissions in for that asap! Once the form closes, there will be one more week of break. The first round of the Hot & Vintage Ladies Tournament will be posted on February 29th, as Leap Year Day seems like a fitting allusion to leaping into these ladies' arms.

Thanks for being here! Enjoy the two weeks off, and send me some great propaganda.

In order of the last round they survived—

ROUND ONE HOTTIES:

Richard Burton

Tony Curtis

Red Skelton

Keir Dullea

Jack Lemmon

Kirk Douglas

Marcello Mastroianni

Jean-Pierre Cassel

Robert Wagner

James Garner

James Coburn

Rex Harrison

George Chakiris

Dean Martin

Sean Connery

Tab Hunter

Howard Keel

James Mason

Steve McQueen

George Peppard

Elvis Presley

Rudolph Valentino

Joseph Schildkraut

Ray Milland

Claude Rains

John Wayne

William Holden

Douglas Fairbanks Sr.

Harold Lloyd

Charlie Chaplin

John Gilbert

Ramon Novarro

Slim Thompson

John Barrymore

Edward G. Robinson

William Powell

Leslie Howard

Peter Lawford

Mel Ferrer

Joseph Cotten

Keye Luke

Ivan Mosjoukine

Spencer Tracy

Felix Bressart

Ronald Reagan (here to be dunked on)

Peter Lorre

Bob Hope

Paul Muni

Cornel Wilde

John Garfield

Cantinflas

Henry Fonda

Robert Mitchum

Van Johnson

José Ferrer

Robert Preston

Jack Benny

Fredric March

Gene Autry

Alec Guinness

Fayard Nicholas

Ray Bolger

Orson Welles

Mickey Rooney

Glenn Ford

James Cagney

ROUND TWO SWOONERS:

Dick Van Dyke

James Edwards

Sammy Davis Jr.

Alain Delon

Peter O'Toole

Robert Redford

Charlton Heston

Cesar Romero

Noble Johnson

Lex Barker

David Niven

Robert Earl Jones

Turhan Bey

Bela Lugosi

Donald O'Connor

Carman Newsome

Oscar Micheaux

Benson Fong

Clint Eastwood

Sabu Dastagir

Rex Ingram

Burt Lancaster

Paul Newman

Montgomery Clift

Fred Astaire

Boris Karloff

Gilbert Roland

Peter Cushing

Frank Sinatra

Harold Nicholas

Guy Madison

Danny Kaye

John Carradine

Ricardo Montalbán

Bing Crosby

ROUND THREE SMOKESHOWS:

Marlon Brando

Anthony Perkins

Michael Redgrave

Gary Cooper

Conrad Veidt

Ronald Colman

Rock Hudson

Basil Rathbone

Laurence Olivier

Christopher Plummer

Johnny Weismuller

Clark Gable

Fernando Lamas

Errol Flynn

Tyrone Power

Humphrey Bogart

ROUND 4 STUNGUNS:

James Dean

Cary Grant

Gregory Peck

Sessue Hayakawa

Harry Belafonte

James Stewart

Gene Kelly

Peter Falk

QUARTERFINALIST VOLCANIC TOWERS OF LUST:

Jeremy Brett

Vincent Price

James Shigeta

Buster Keaton

SEMIFINALIST SUPERMEN:

Omar Sharif

Paul Robeson

FINALIST FANTASIES:

Sidney Poitier

Toshiro Mifune

and ok, sure, here's the shadow-bracket-style winner's portrait of Toshiro Mifune.

[j35007]

Icons of American Masculinity

[markwatnae]

Masterpost of Hot Old Man Round 1 Polls

Paul Newman v Richard Burton

Omar Sharif v Tony Curtis

Red Skelton v Burt Lancaster

Christopher Plummer v Keir Dullea

Anthony Perkins vJack Lemmon

Kirk Douglas v Alain Delon

James Dean v Marcello Mastroianni

Harry Belafonte v Jean-Pierre Cassel

Marlon Brando v Robert Wagner

Sammy Davis Jr. v James Garner

James Coburn v Rock Hudson

Peter Cushing v Rex Harrison

George Chakiris v Sidney Poitier

Dean Martin v Sean Connery v Jeremy Brett

Tab Hunter v Toshiro Mifune

Howard Keel v Peter O'Toole

Robert Redford v James Mason

Steve McQueen v Charlton Heston

Dick Van Dyke v George Peppard

Elvis Presley v Peter Falk

Oscar Micheaux v Rudolph Valentino

Joseph Schildkraut v Buster Keaton

Jimmy Stewart v Ray Milland

Cary Grant v Claude Rains

John Wayne v Errol Flynn

Clint Eastwood v William Holden

Douglas Fairbanks Sr. v Sessue Hayakawa

Carman Newsome v Harold Lloyd

Noble Johnson v Charlie Chaplin

John Gilbert v Conrad Veidt

Ramon Novarro v Robert Earl Jones

Slim Thompson v Gary Cooper

John Barrymore v Paul Robeson

Edward G. Robinson v Clark Gable

Humphrey Bogart v William Powell

Leslie Howard v Ronald Colman

Peter Lawford v Vincent Price

Harold Nicholas v Mel Ferrer

Joseph Cotten v Danny Kaye

John Carradine v Keye Luke

Ivan Mosjoukine v Gilbert Roland

Benson Fong v Spencer Tracy

Guy Madison v Felix Bressart

James Shigeta v Ronald Reagan

Montgomery Clift v Ricardo Montalbon

Peter Lorre v Frank Sinatra

Bob Hope v Gregory Peck

Fred Astaire v Paul Muni

Bela Lugosi v Cornel Wilde

Cesar Romero v John Garfield

Basil Rathbone v Cantinflas

Henry Fonda v Turhan Bey

Boris Karloff v Robert Mitchum

David Niven v Van Johnson

Gene Kelly v José Ferrer

Robert Preston v Tyrone Power

Jack Benny v Donald O'Connor

Fredric March v Lex Barker

Michael Redgrave v Gene Autry

James Edwards v Alec Guinness

Fayard Nicholas v Fernando Lamas

Ray Bolger v Johnny Weismuller

Orson Welles v Sabu Dastigir

Mickey Rooney v Laurence Olivier

Rex Ingram v Glenn Ford

Bing Crosby v James Cagney

@hotvintagepoll

[shares-a-vest]

tw: the mildest of reckless driving. psa don't show off with some speedy driving as a flirtation tactic (nothing bad happens, trust me). idk, I just think Steve would be like this with his car on a date.

Steve focuses on the road ahead and gently pushes further down on the gas. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel while placing his other hand directly on the window rolled all the way down.

The late afternoon spring air is warm on the back of his hand as he travels along the one road out of Hawkins.

He contemplates turning the radio up or fiddling with the dial, but it's either Madonna currently playing on the radio or whatever rural station he can tune in, preaching god knows what. It's not like a mixtape is an option either, considering Eddie is sitting right next to him.

He really doesn't want to spend the car ride on their way to their first date arguing about each other's music tastes.

Instead, he looks in his rearview mirror to find no cars in sight. He speeds up more still, setting a nice pace that feels like he is gliding as his baby purrs around him.

Because he needs to focus on something.

Anything to stop him from practically shooting out of his car seat and straight up through the damn roof with anticipation as Eddie – his date, Eddie – sits quietly beside him, appearing far too relaxed.

So, driving along like a movie star trying his luck at Le Mans it is then...

He flexes his hands on the steering wheel as he licks his lips, readying himself to get up some real speed in his pride and joy –

"Easy there, Steve McQueen," Eddie says, as he reaches his hand over to pat a lot closer to the inside seam of his jean leg than anywhere else.

Steve jerks the steering wheel and slams on the brake as he veers into the middle of the road. He and his passenger jolt forward and then back again into their car seats, the poor things squeaking from the sudden movement.

"Sorry," he splutters, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

"Stevie, get off the road," Eddie chuckles, reaching over again.

But thankfully, as Steve braces himself, Eddie is placing a controlling hand on the wheel. He bats him away and lifts his foot off the break as he catches his breath.

The clearing stops a ways ahead, giving way to another dense swath of trees on both sides of the road. There's a small dirt patch not too far in. A popular make-out spot he has used on more than one occasion.

He gets them there in one piece, pointedly ignoring Eddie's snickering as he helps himself to rifling through the glovebox to occupy himself.

In one swift move, Steve places the car in park on the dirt patch, kills the ignition and unclips his seatbelt – all so he can launch himself over the centre console.

It's more awkward than he'd expected (his dang sneaker catches on his seat) as he more stumbles into Eddie's lap than carefully straddles him.

"Steve," Eddie warns, manoeuvring around his legs, "I thought we were seeing a movie first," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and gives his hips a tight squeeze.

"You like Steve McQueen?" Steve rejoices, looping his hands around Eddie's neck.

"Please don't force me to sit through The Great Escape," he whines, dry-sobbing at the car ceiling, "Wayne watches it every time it's on TV! And that other one with the... the... uh..." he gestures at his black shirt, "That boring one where he has the butterfly chest tattoo?"

"Papillon?" Steve guesses, already insulted and feeling a lot less enthusiastic.

Eddie clicks his fingers, "Yeah, that one."

Steve rolls his eyes, forever frustrated (and confused) by Eddie's movie tastes. Somehow the guy only likes new nerdy stuff, bloody horror of any kind and those weird old black-and-white films Robin loves too.

"But..." Eddie continues, biting the 't' and jolting Steve straight out of a need to bicker about film preferences, "He does have that pretty spot on his face."

Eddie's doe eyes fill with mischievous glee as he lifts his index finger and presses against the duo of moles on Steve's left cheek just off his nose, "Boop."

As a rush of heat travels right across Steve's cheek and melts into his ears to fry his goddamn brain, he reaches down to pull the lever on their seat to send them back as horizontal as the thing will go.