#mikey murphy

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hopefully it's not too late to send a request... can I get a blurb with pillowfight with Mikey Berzatto?

Familiar Comfort.

mikey berzatto x reader

warnings - cursing.

valentines masterlist. main masterlist. inbox.

You’re sat solemnly by yourself on the Berzatto family’s couch when something slams into the side of your head.

You whip around, expecting to see your best friend standing there with that smug look on his face. Instead, you’re met with the sight of Michael leaning against the doorframe, watching you carefully.

“The fuck was that for?”

He chuckles, pushing off the wood to come and sit next to you.

“Thought you were frozen. Wanted to check you were still alive.”

“Asshole,” you mutter, but you can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

“What you doin’? Carmy ain’t here, and I thought you two had dates.”

“Mine cancelled, so I helped Carm get ready for his. Picked his outfit for him and everything.”

“He cancelled? Why?”

“Don’t know. Gave me some bullshit excuse, said something about cat sitting for his sister. Think I dodged a bullet.”

“You definitely did,” he confirms, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “Fuck that guy. Doesn’t deserve you.”

You shuffle in closer, resting your head on his broad chest. The two of you have always been familiar, having grown up in close proximity. You sometimes forget just how comforting Mikey can be, so used to his boisterous and unserious personality. He likes to be the joker, the guy that makes everyone laugh - especially if Richie’s around.

“Don’t waste your time on guys like that,” he murmurs, fingertips running across the skin of your arm. “You’re too good for ‘em.”

You pull back to look at him, instantly missing the warmth of his body.

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely. After a moment, you ask the question on your mind. “No dates for you tonight, Mikey?”

“I’d rather be here with you.”

Your heart constricts at the way he looks so genuine, gentle smile etched across his face.

You move without thinking, leaning in to press a careful kiss to his lips. Just as you’re about to panic about what you’ve done, he pulls you back in, kissing you deeper. One of his hands finds the back of your neck, the other tangling into your hair.

You’re tempted to climb into his lap, wanting desperately to be closer to him. Instead, you pull away for air, resting your forehead against his.

“I want to be good enough for you,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’m not, yet. But I want to be.”

“You are.”

“I’m not. But I will be. Trust me, baby. I will be.”

You kiss him again softly, before wrapping your fingers around the pillow next to him and smacking him in the side with it. He looks shocked for a second before grabbing another in retaliation, hitting you firmly but carefully.

“Oh, you’re in for it,” he chuckles, grabbing you around the middle and throwing you onto the couch before thumping you with a pillow again.

You screech, swinging your cushion wildly in hopes of making contact with him in some way. You’re both laughing so hard your stomachs are hurting, tears running down your faces.

You don’t have another thought about the man that stood you up. He’s not worth thinking about.

Not when you’re laughing until you cry with the guy you’ve had a crush on for years.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

i'd like to order whiskey with mikey berzatto and 'don't go anywhere i can't follow', thank you <3

Follow You.

warnings - just a little hint at sexual content. and lots of fluff.

my first mikey fic!! I almost made this really sad, but decided against it. you should all be grateful. it was gonna be brutal. I adore mr bernthal and mikey too. <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

He'd made a promise to you, one night.

Tucked up in bed, sheets strewn across your bodies, limbs tangled, hearts content.

You always get clingy, in the afterglow. Like to plaster yourself to him, making sure he doesn't go far.

Mikey gets up to grab you some water, but you whine and pull him back to you by his wrist.

"Sweet girl," he chuckles. "I'm just going to the kitchen."

You smile and climb onto him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stands up and piggybacks you all the way across the apartment.

"Don't go anywhere I can't follow," you whisper in his ear, half sincere, half joking.

He sets you on the counter, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

"I won't, baby. I promise."

That promise seemed sacred to him.

He locked himself in the walk in refrigerator at The Beef, one afternoon.

The both of you were crying with laughter, in disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. It was just the two of you in the restaurant, everyone else at home.

"Michael! You haven't frozen to death, right?"

"Not yet, honey!"

You're scrambling around, trying to find a screwdriver or a hammer or a wrench or anything that could be remotely useful. Your sides hurt, a giggle escaping you every now and again.

Eventually, you break him out. A mixture of smacking the lock with a mallet and Mikey kicking it as hard as he could did the trick.

You throw your arms around him, both of you still laughing.

"What did I say, huh?" you tease, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold lips. "Don't go anywhere I can't follow. That includes walk in refrigerators."

"I won't do it again, I promise," he murmurs against your mouth, hands grabbing at your hips, seeking your body's warmth. He wraps himself around you, still chuckling.

Years later, gold bands on both of your ring fingers, you're sat out on the porch. Cigarette between your fingers, sleeves pulled down your wrists to shield yourself from the Chicago chill, your husband's chest warm and solid behind you.

He's been quiet for too long. It's unusual.

You turn in his arms to face him, fingertips stroking across his cheekbones.

"Mikey," you murmur under your breath. "You with me?"

He nods, blinking back to reality.

"Where did you go, huh?"

He smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

"Nowhere, baby. Just thinking."

"You made a promise, remember?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't go anywhere I can't follow. That includes in there."

You tap a finger against his temple. He laughs.

"I was thinking about how lucky I am. To have met you. To get to love you."

"I'm the lucky one," you whisper, choking back tears.

"That's up for debate, baby."

Snow starts to fall, flakes scattering your sweaters. You lean back into your husband, his strong arms wrapped around you tightly. The two of you watch the winter come in, bodies warm and hearts content.

[arendalphaeagle]

It looks like 4chan finally got the pilot and pitch bible of Hamster & Gretel shared around.

So uh, like I had done with the Milo Mikey Murphy's Law pitch bible earlier this year, have some things from the Hamster & Gretel one

(Also, since these things aren't so widespread, I decided to upload both the pilot and the bible to MEGA. )

(EDIT: Added the remaining tidbits from the bible)

[iamtryingtobelieve]

Do you know what they do to people like me inside? They Cut your balls off and flush them down the fucking toilet! Trainspotting (1996) Dir: Danny Boyle

[angelseraphines]

so many things to say about the oscars, very happy about the anora wins!! nosferatu was robbed 💔 ALSO CILLIAN MURPHY PRESENTING AN AWARD YAY!!

though im dissatisfied with adrien brody winning best actor, the throwing the gum for his gf to catch, kissing halle berry who stated the first time he did so in 2003 was without consent, and the mf yapping during the speech to the point they kept cutting to the music?? ralph fiennes and sebastian stan were robbed 🗣️

(also pls tell me yall caught the two seconds of mads mikkelsen during the james bond tribute 🤗)

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

My request could also work with carmy and Michael too btw 👀🤭 whatever tickles your muse

There Goes That Dream.

carmy berzatto x female reader, michael berzatto x female reader

warnings - pure angst. sorry about this. happy valentines day!

masterlist. inbox. valentines masterlist.

“What’s on your mind, Bear?”

Michael has been watching his little brother carefully for the last thirty minutes. Carmy’s deep in thought, lip bitten between his teeth, eyes unfocused and dissociated.

“Nothin.”

“Right.”

Michael doesn’t say anything else, just allows Carmy to sit in the silence for a minute. He knows he’ll have to fill it eventually.

“Just thinking about Valentine’s.”

“Uh oh,” Mikey laughs, shoving his brother’s shoulder. “You having big feelings, bud?”

“Shut up,” Carmy grumbles, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “I’m thinking about asking someone out, but I’ve left it too late. It’s literally tomorrow.”

“Dude. That means it isn’t too late. You’ve still got loads of time.”

Carmy looks over to where you’re laughing with Natalie, both of you giggling over something she’s showing you on her phone. It’s always been like this, for as long as he can remember. You slotted right into the Berzatto family as if it was your last name too.

Carmen fell in love with you that day. He’s loved you every day since.

It’s been ten years, give or take. He’s learned to live with the fact that he loves you, the way people adjust to new climates, or life altering injuries. He knows he has no choice but to carry on.

For the first time in what feels like forever, you’re both single. Unattached to anyone, ready for a new connection. And if that isn’t a sign from the universe, Carmy doesn’t know what is. He’s sick of waiting, sick of pretending like he wouldn’t take a bullet for you at any given moment. He figures it’s now or never. He’s waited long enough.

“Carmen,” Michael says firmly, shaking him back to reality. “Whoever it is - she’s a lucky girl. The worst thing that can happen is that she says no. You’ll be okay.”

Carmy nods, knowing that his brother doesn’t understand, not really - but he’s trying to. You’re not just some girl. You’re the girl.

“Yeah, okay. I’m gonna do it. Later tonight, I think.”

“Good man.”

Mikey leaves him alone, smacking him on the back as he goes. Carmy’s buzzing with anticipation, ready to finally commit to the one thing he’s thought about doing every single day for the better part of a decade.

He stands in the kitchen for a while, trying to concoct the perfect plan. Eventually, he figures that it is literally now or never… and he has to choose now. He makes his way out to the living room and over to Natalie.

“Sugar, have you seen-”

“She’s outside. Out front.”

She already knows who he’s looking for. Because he’s only ever looking for you.

Carmy swings open the front door, ready to yell your name, when he sees you.

You’re sat on the curb, with Mikey next to you. You look like you’re deep in conversation, your eyes never leaving the older man’s face. Carmy figures you’ll be done soon, so he waits on the front step for you.

You laugh, and Mikey gets closer to you, so your thighs are pressed together on the cold sidewalk. Your eyes are still on his, and there’s this look that Carmy can’t quite place. He’s never seen it before, but it’s intense - focused, grounded, warm. There’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach, suddenly. He doesn’t like it.

Michael cups your face in his hands, and Carmy knows exactly what’s about to happen. He can’t look away, no matter how badly he wants to.

You meet him halfway, leaning in to kiss him with a passion that can only be created by time. Yearning, pining, waiting - that’s what this kiss is. It’s an amalgamation of patience.

You separate, lungs heaving, beaming grin on both of your faces.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for so long,” Carmy hears you say. “Years, Mikey.”

You’re both laughing, blissfully unaware of Carmen’s heart shattering into a thousand pieces mere feet away.

Michael was wrong, earlier. The worst thing that could happen is this.

[fawnsite]

[egotistical-cabbage]

MURPHY’S LAW CONCEPT ART. OLD AND NEW.

Oh??? Two Leo’s? With two different hair styles despite being the same person?? How strange! I bet that doesn’t have any importance :)

here are some closeups of Kraang guy bc I’m actually really happy with how he turned out

oh? You don’t know what I’m referring to??? Crazy!!! You should click here and read the first little comic thing I did (and zoom in because it looks dumb when it’s not zoomed in) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

plus a little sneak peak at what is to come 👀

🤭🤭🤭 I have plans

[ghostampire]

what if...

My brain is feverishly thinking about these characters clashing because I can and I love them so fucking much

I also miss the blondes in the scream. Seriously. Only scream 2 is good at that but it's not enough

[spacestation-l7]

Got locked out of my other account so I'm gonna be posting through this one lol

Uhhh some unposted SFTBH art! I wanna start being more active here instead of twitter cause weezertwt is miserable actually LMAO

[kaleidoscope-ize]

Huh. So I just realized that I like men.

I've always described my sexuality as "attracted to femme-presenting people" so I guess that would be filed under the pan flag (I still don't fully know the difference between pan and bi 💀) but this past month I've fully come to terms with the fact that I love men and masc-presenting people too. Not as much pomp as the first time I came out but this is pretty awesome to find out about myself. Special thanks to: Cillian Murphy, Ryan Gosling (in two different movies), Anthony Green, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Travis Stever, and Superman from the new My Adventures with Superman cartoon for busting that mental gate open for me.

[jesuistrestriste]

he’s so beautiful oh my god ! oh my gawd !

[twiggy-ink]

if you guys could have ANYONE as a players on dimension 20 who would it be. who’s your dream table rotation?? the more insane they are the better imo

ill go first, one of my dream table rotations would be Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Jerma, Brian Murphy, Jimbo, and Me. cause i’d love to be there.

[denimbex1986]

'Christopher Nolan’s latest feature, the historical drama Oppenheimer, did not open as big as the gargantuan box office smash that is Barbie, but the film has been performing extraordinarily well. The film has drawn respectable box office numbers and rave reviews across the world, mainly due to the "Barbenheimer" mania that’s sweeping across social media. Oppenheimer is also an acting ensemble tour de force, featuring a cavalcade of incredible performers and thespians throughout the film. The cast of Nolan’s Oppenheimer is huge, to put it mildly, with plenty of notable acting talents even appearing in smaller, bit parts. It would come as no surprise if high-profile actors were begging to work on Oppenheimer no matter the part. There are a great many impressive talents throughout the film's cast in supporting roles. However, the true breakout supporting talent in the cast is none other than the highly underrated David Krumholtz, portraying the real-life Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Isidore Isaac Rabi, in the film. Krumholtz delivers an incredible performance in a movie that has no shortage of strong, standout performances, and here’s why he stood out the most.

David Krumholtz Has Had a Long Prolific Career

David Krumholtz has been around the block a time or two. He began his career in Hollywood at a young age, appearing in supporting roles in his teens in such major films as Life With Mikey opposite Michael J. Fox; Addams Family Values for director Barry Sonnenfeld; and The Santa Clause opposite Tim Allen as Bernard the Elf, a role he reprised once again almost 30 years later for the Disney+ continuation, The Santa Clauses. He’s likely best known to television viewers as the mathematical professor Charlie Eppes on the hit procedural show Numb3rs from 2005 to 2010. Krumholtz also had many other notable film roles over the years in the Harold & Kumar films, Serenity, Hail, Caesar!, and Sausage Party.

Krumholtz’s resume defines the term "working actor," and he has built up an eclectic list of credits over the years. His role in Oppenheimer is the culmination of his past work and appears to signify a performer ready to assume a prestige character actor phase of his career, similar to the late, great Philip Seymour Hoffman. If anyone has paid his dues to start receiving plum roles such as Isaac Rabi in Oppenheimer, it's a tireless, hardworking actor such as Krumholtz because he hit it out of the park.

Krumholtz Disappears Into the Role of Isidor Isaac Rabi

What is striking and surprising about Krumholtz's performance as Rabi in Oppenheimer is that he completely disappears into the character. While Krumholtz is always a memorable talent, with identifiable features, he looks nearly unrecognizable in Oppenheimer. Something did seem oddly familiar about Rabi at first, and after realizing that it is Krumholtz in the role, it's a gobsmacking realization. It inspires a similar reaction as seeing a talent such as Hoffman as Art Howe in the acclaimed film Moneyball. Some of the best performances are when a notable actor can provoke these types of reactions, and Krumholtz as Rabi fits the bill. It gets to a point where you cannot see where Krumholtz stops and the character of Rabi begins. It's an incredible, outstanding performance.

As one of theoretical physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer's (Cillian Murphy) closest friends, colleagues, and confidantes, Krumholtz as Rabi receives a generous amount of screentime in Nolan's film, especially in comparison to many of Murphy's other costars. Rabi is introduced early in the first act when Oppenheimer is in his 20s and still studying physics abroad. The two meet while traveling to see theoretical physicist Werner Heisenberg (Matthias Schweighöfer) at a science conference in Zurich, Switzerland. The two quickly bond and form an easy friendship. Rabi is later personally requested by Oppenheimer to join his team at Los Alamos to secretly create the atomic bomb as part of the Manhattan Project.

Nolan and Krumholtz depict Rabi’s unconditional friendship with Oppenheimer through a recurring action of Rabi sharing food with Oppenheimer, to make sure his friend receives some nutrition. It's a simple pure act of kindness first shown not long after they meet while traveling together, and it's repeated later when Rabi is brought in as a key witness at a political hearing meant to disgrace and embarrass Oppenheimer. Rabi is one of the few colleagues who remains loyal to Oppenheimer during the hearing and continues to lend him compassion when the hearing was specifically put together to tear Oppenheimer down and belittle him.

Interestingly, it's through Isaac Rabi that the film stages a moral sounding board and divergent voice against Oppenheimer. This makes Krumholtz a crucial role since few characters voice the type of moral disagreements about building the atomic bomb as Rabi does throughout the film. Despite Rabi’s moral misgivings about building the bomb, he is convinced by Oppenheimer to join the project due to the belief that Nazi Germany was also in an arms race to build their own nuclear weapons. Rabi was born and raised in a Polish-Jewish Orthodox family, while Oppenheimer was born to German-Jewish immigrant parents, but raised in a secular, assimilated household. While Oppenheimer is not a strictly religious Jew, it is his and Rabi's Jewish backgrounds and Nazi Germany’s persecution of Jews in the 1930s and 1940s that spurs them on to develop nuclear weapons in the Manhattan Project.

Krumholtz, who was also born and raised as a Jew, yet not currently a practicing one, and it's fascinating how he and Murphy explore their Judaism throughout Oppenheimer. It's also seen through Oppenheimer's rivalry with Robert Downey Jr. as Lewis Strauss, himself a practicing Reform Jew. At one point in the film, Rabi does chide Oppenheimer for never learning Yiddish. Through the characters of Rabi, Oppenheimer, and Strauss, you see men of different branches of Judaism and different Jewish backgrounds clashing with each other. All three actors, especially Krumholtz, play these aspects with wizened maturity and subtlety. In a real-life interview, Rabi once revealed that "Oppenheimer was Jewish, but he wished he weren’t and tried to pretend he wasn’t." Krumholtz gets to play around with that historical knowledge and perspective throughout the film, and it’s a fascinating aspect of their relationship. Despite Rabi holding this view of Oppenheimer, Rabi never appears to resent his friend, and when the government attempts to blacklist Oppenheimer and expose him as a Communist, Rabi remains a loyal friend.

The Quality of 'Oppenheimer'

Putting aside Krumholtz’s outstanding work, Oppenheimer is an exceptional film with a multitude of standout roles by great actors, and it's worth a trip to the theaters. It's great to see an actor such as Krumholtz, who has put in a lot of time during his career, nail such a crucial role in the film. Hopefully, this performance can earn Krumholtz other significant roles in major prestige films in the future. His performance as Isidor Isaac Rabi certainly proves he has the talent and chops to pull such a role off.'

[dovebuffy92]

My Top 10 Favorite Movies, TV Shows, Books, Authors, Comic Books, Singer-Songwriters, and Bands That I Got Into During 2024

I got into these movies, television shows/seasons, books, authors, comic books, singer-songwriters, and bands in 2024. My list contains bands, singer-songwriters, and authors who started producing their creative work before 2024.

Florence + The Machine/ Florence Welch/Isabella Summers

2. Taylor Swift

3. Ethel Cain

4. Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees (comic book series) by  Patrick Horvath

5. Stephen Graham Jones (Author)

6. Fallout Season 1

7. Baby Reindeer Miniseries

8. Feud: Capote vs. The Swans Season 2

9. Small Things Like These, directed by Tim Mielants

10. Anora, directed by Sean Baker

[persie123]

I WANT MORE MICKEY FANFIC !!!

i'd like to order whiskey with mikey berzatto and 'don't go anywhere i can't follow', thank you <3

Follow You.

warnings - just a little hint at sexual content. and lots of fluff.

my first mikey fic!! I almost made this really sad, but decided against it. you should all be grateful. it was gonna be brutal. I adore mr bernthal and mikey too. <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

He'd made a promise to you, one night.

Tucked up in bed, sheets strewn across your bodies, limbs tangled, hearts content.

You always get clingy, in the afterglow. Like to plaster yourself to him, making sure he doesn't go far.

Mikey gets up to grab you some water, but you whine and pull him back to you by his wrist.

"Sweet girl," he chuckles. "I'm just going to the kitchen."

You smile and climb onto him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stands up and piggybacks you all the way across the apartment.

"Don't go anywhere I can't follow," you whisper in his ear, half sincere, half joking.

He sets you on the counter, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

"I won't, baby. I promise."

That promise seemed sacred to him.

He locked himself in the walk in refrigerator at The Beef, one afternoon.

The both of you were crying with laughter, in disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. It was just the two of you on the restaurant, everyone else at home.

"Michael! You haven't frozen to death, right?"

"Not yet, honey!"

You're scrambling around, trying to find a screwdriver or a hammer or a wrench or anything that could be remotely useful. Your sides hurt, a giggle escaping you every now and again.

Eventually, you break him out. A mixture of smacking the lock with a mallet and Mikey kicking it as hard as he could did the trick.

You throw your arms around him, both of you still laughing.

"What did I say, huh?" you tease, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold lips. "Don't go anywhere I can't follow. That includes walk in refrigerators."

"I won't do it again, I promise," he murmurs against your mouth, hands grabbing at your hips, seeking your body's warmth. He wraps himself around you, still chuckling.

Years later, gold bands on both of your ring fingers, you're sat out on the porch. Cigarette between your fingers, sleeves pulled down your wrists to shield yourself from the Chicago chill, your husband's chest warm and solid behind you.

He's been quiet for too long. It's unusual.

You turn in his arms to face him, fingertips stroking across his cheekbones.

"Mikey," you murmur under your breath. "You with me?"

He nods, blinking back to reality.

"Where did you go, huh?"

He smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

"Nowhere, baby. Just thinking."

"You made a promise, remember?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't go anywhere I can't follow. That includes in there."

You tap a finger against his temple. He laughs.

"I was thinking about how lucky I am. To have met you. To get to love you."

"I'm the lucky one," you whisper, choking back tears.

"That's up for debate, baby."

Snow starts to fall, flakes scattering your sweaters. You lean back into your husband, his strong arms wrapped around you tightly. The two of you watch the winter come in, bodies warm and hearts content.