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The Forgotten Liam Neeson Superhero Movie
The Most Overlooked Liam Neeson Superhero Movie Long before Liam Neeson threatened kidnappers over the phone or mastered the ways of the Force, he was hiding in the shadows, wrapped in bandages, and plotting revenge as Darkman. The really dark, Not-So-Knight In 1989, Hollywood was seeing dollar signs in the wake of Tim Burton’s Batman. Studios were on a mad hunt to dig up any vaguely…
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Scream King - Bruce Campbell
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Darkman (1990) Art by John Alvin
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"DARKMAN" by Robert Sammelin
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Ad for Sota Toys in Fangoria Volume 1 Issue 245 (August 2005)
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Gutter Garbs has released three Darkman shirts designed by Sam Coyne and Brandon Stecz ($30) plus three enamel pins designed by Matthew Skiff ($13). They'll ship the week of May 30.
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WATCHLIST 2023: Darkman
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On April 19, 1989, principal photography began on Darkman.
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Here's some new Liam Neeson art!
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Carnival {Peyton (Darkman) x Reader}
approx. 1500 words
Summary: Peyton takes you out for a date to the local fair
Warning: F! reader, light fondling, general fluff
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It was a gorgeous summer day, at the end of June when Peyton suggested you both spend a a day at the carnival.
He parked his truck and waited outside of your apartment building, leaning on the hood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, admiring the cloudless sky and warmth of the sun. He wore a light weight slack and an orange button down paired with a green cardigan.
You exited the lobby of your building, excitement evident on your face. You were dressed in an ocean blue sundress that stopped at your knees partnered with tan sandals.
Peyton greeted you with a kind smile and excellently tight hug. You admired his truck, commenting on the improvement’s he’s made over the past few months. He beamed with pride from the recognition he received. 
Opening the door for you, Peyton helped you into the front seat of his truck. The old school bench style allowed you to nuzzle up to his side.
“Too close?” you asked, not wanting to overstep your bounds before the day began.
“Never close enough,” he responded, putting you at ease with a wide, toothy grin and wrapping one arm around you. 
On the 45 minute drive to the fair grounds you listened to the radio, singing along to the top 40 hits. Peyton intentionally tried to sing bad for certain tunes, his deep voice butchering the supposed high notes. 
Upon arriving at the carnival Peyton parked the truck and strolled in hand-in-hand with you. You both got your hands stamped at the gate and made your way around the perimeter of the park. 
The first stop was at the photo booth, capturing the candid pictures of smiles, laughter, and a kiss. Two strips were printed, placed in Peyton's wallet for safe keeping.
Stepping out of the booth Peyton spotted the monstrosity that was the Red Rocket Cannonball ride, the largest roller coaster in the park, corkscrews included.
While waiting in line Peyton could see the nervous ticks you displayed. Twirling your hair, tapping your toes to the cement and being unusually quiet. 
“We don’t have to ride it if you are scared,” he said, in a low voice only you could hear, so as to not embarrass you.
“No, no. This is something you want to do. I can be brave,” you said, though still timidly playing with the hem of his cardy.
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. That was all of the encouragement you needed. 
You had reached the front of the line and were now boarding the cart. You and Peyton sat in the wooden cart awaiting the attendant to pull down the steel bar. Click, click, click, went the cart as it began to slowly notch its way forward on the track. As you reached the peak you looked to Peyton before the drop.
“Hold my hand?” was your plea. He did you one better. Peyton wrapped both arms around your midsection before the wind could whip his hands into the air. You were too slow, only able to grip his legs for reassurance.
You both were screaming like children, fear vanishing to make room for adrenaline. Once you completed the roller coaster track, Peyton wanted to show off to and for you, specifically with his strength.
It was no secret Peyton was a farm hand kind of strong, nothing like a steroid induced bodybuilder. You liked his natural physique and never missed a chance to tell him of his handsomeness and rugged good looks. He would blush every time.
“For you, Love. Any one you want,” he said, pointing to the stuffed animals that lined the tent. He was going to win you a prize, but more importantly, he was going to win you a prize to keep at your apartment to think of him anytime he was away. 
“Let me see,” you said, looking over your options. If it was Peyton's choice he would pick the most obnoxious sized animal, but you were more understated. “There, that one,” you pointed to a classic teddy bear, with a green ribbon around its neck.
“Green ribbon teddy it is,” he said as he handed the attendant a dollar bill in exchange for the hammer he would wield. 
Peyton knew these games were meant for children, but still enjoyed in making you proud. With a hefty swing he came down like thunder on the machine.
The buzzers blared and you played up his win with a dramatic swoon, which made Peyton melt like butter on a hot tin roof.
“It was nothing,” he said while simultaneously flexing his biceps that were eye level with you. You looked up to him, batting your eyelashes, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you by his side.
“I’m going to name it Peyton,” you said in all seriousness. He loved that idea. In that moment his heart was so full of love that he kissed you right then and there. After a beat you started to smile through the kiss and parted to giggle. 
After walking through the entirety of the park Peyton noticed your eyes drooping with sleep and the occasional yawn.
You got back to Peyton’s truck and instantly, you cuddled up to his side, like you had on the way there. Peyton smiled down to you fondly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You hummed a positive sigh to his kiss, sitting up to face him.
You folded your feet up on the seat while his legs were spread wide, taking up half of the bench seat. You raised your right hand to his neck and leaned in for a soft kiss. Peyton kissed you back but didn’t make any quick movements. 
He slowly wrapped his right hand around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Now, your legs laid straight out over one of his legs and onto the bench seat as the kisses became more passionate. 
Peyton became emboldened by the moment, putting one of his hands up your dress to caress your hips, to feel your hot skin. Your hands were all over his chest, only above his shirt. You were about to move to the buttons of his shirt when a knock came at the driver’s side window of his truck.
Frazzled, Peyton pulls you up into a seated position on his lap with a secured arm around your waist while he cranked down the window for the patrol officer.
“You do know this fair is closing in 10 minutes, and that there are children here,” he said in an exasperated voice, annoyed with horny teenagers and frisky fair goers.
“Uhm, yes sir, sorry sir. It won’t happen again,” Peyton said.
“Alright then,” the officer scoffed, probably at Peyton’s puffy lips and slightest smudge of your pink lip gloss.
Once the officer left and Peyton rolled up the window you turned to him with a gleam in your eyes.
“I’ve never been caught like that before. What a rush,” you said, hopping off of his lap and smoothing out your dress. You then looked up to notice Peyton’s puffy lips and gave him one more comically loud smooch before setting off back home. 
With that, he started up the engine and opened his right arm for you to snuggle into, and squished between you was Peyton the teddy bear. 
Through the car ride, you rested your head on his chest, radiating warmth and a rhythmic heartbeat to lull you to sleep.
When he pulled into her driveway, Peyton couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. You looked so peaceful, he thought. He hoped you were dreaming of him. You were.  
Ever so carefully, Peyton picked you up bridal style, and crossed the threshold into your apartment. He relished in the thought of carrying you like this again. Only you would be wearing white and he’d be in a tuxedo. 
Entering your kitchen like he had hundreds of times before, he made his way to your bedroom. Gently, he laid you down and fluffed a comforter over you. He was sure to carry in teddy bear Peyton as well, placing it between your chest and hands as you curled into a sleeping position. 
He wanted to stay and watch your chest rise and fall with every breath, but knew he wasn’t asked to stay. He stood from his spot on your dressing chair and began to walk out when your sleepy hand grabbed the air for his his wrist. 
Peyton's entire body turned to face you and leaned in closer, thinking you were going to say something. Instead, you placed his flat hand over your breasts where he could feel her heartbeat. 
Warmth traveled over his entire body. He knew the woman he loved wanted to stay with him, as much time as he could give to you. He laid down, spooning you and teddy bear Peyton.
You began to stir and Peyton thought he had been laying on your hair so he shifted away for a moment. You were only trying to turn and face him, curling up into his chest, you favorite spot.
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midnight-bass · 11 months
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DARKMAN (1990)
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Sam Raimi’s horror movies
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horrororman · 1 year
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🔪More films that were released on August 24th...
Fantastic Voyage (1966)
#scifi #sciencefiction #adventure
The Witches (1990)
#comedy
Darkman (1990)
#SamRaimi #horror #action #thriller
Ghosts of Mars (2001)
#JohnCarpenter
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naughtygirl286 · 14 days
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and of course finally we did pick up some other movie related things like The Garfield Movie on blu ray I was surprised there wasn't going to be a 4K version also as always we picked up the Newest DC thing as in Watchmen Chapter 1 and also the 4K collectors Edition of Darkman which was a bit pricey I thought but it was one I was looking for so we got that too. but anyway that was pretty much it for our vacation buys this year.
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