#rp mcmurphy

[state-of-disorder]

Is he a 'little deranged freak' or is he hot and yous are all cowards

[lovetosailforbiddenseas]

Here are my designs for Harding, McMurphy, and Candy in that order. Just a shitty doodle. I need to find my people.

I'd imagine Harding would have a mustache because he wants to hide his pretty face :)

[jaucher]

[oxfordsxbrogues]

Chief, during the gum scene: I am very small… and I have no money… so, you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.

[everythingilearned]

And then some guy wandering as lost as you would all of a sudden be right before your eyes, his face bigger and clearer than you ever saw a man’s face before in your life. Your eyes were working so hard to see in that fog that when something did come in sight every detail was ten times as clear as usual, so clear both of you had to look away. When a man showed up you didn’t want to look at his face and he didn’t want to look at his face and he didn’t want to look at yours, because it’s painful to see somebody so clear that it’s like looking inside him, but then neither did you want to look away and lose him completely. You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself.

Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1962)

[buscemifan]

raskolnikov was genuinely one of my first literary crushes following rp mcmurphy. dostoyevsky described him as “handsome and disheveled” so i was already there but then he went kinda crazy and i was SOOOO smitten

[mildlytired]

RP MCMURPHY WASNT A GOOD PERSON BUT

L I T E R A L L Y NO ONE DESERVED THAT

[getthatball]

Following the news of the passing of #LouiseFletcher, I am finally watching #OneFlewOverTheCuckoosNest. The 1⃣9⃣7⃣5⃣ film directed by #MilosForman saw the film debuts of @mrchristopherlloyd and #DannyDeVito. Fletcher won the Oscar for Best Actress, the great #JackNicholson won Best Actor, Forman got Best Director, and Cuckoo's Nest was named Best Picture and Best Adapted Screenplay. Also of note is that @michaelkirkdouglas won an Oscar as one of the film's producers. Most of the film takes place in a mental institution with Fletcher's #NurseRatched matching wits with Nicholson's RP McMurphy. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci5Ttu7JtC8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iwishiwascuddled]

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s nest, now THAT movie fucks with your head.

It shows you all the horrible things that were done before mental illnesses were even slightly respected and how they tried to fix others instead of helping them.

I could never relate to any of the characters, mostly because of how harsh and toxic they can really be to each other and others.

McMurphy is a horrible person altogether - hes a womaniser, a gambler, an addict, a pedophile (arrested for statutory r*pe with a 15yo girl), and a dangerous person to himself and others (arrested for 5 counts of assault). As he himself put it simply, he liked to fight and fuck too much.

Miss Ratched is a very controversial character. They keep saying that she’s evil and that she’s a villain; McMurphy put it perfectly himself: She’s not honest. She likes a rigged game. That doesn’t make her evil. A lot of people like a rigged game - some people can only play rigged game. She actually can show compassion, and she’s only strict and “horrid” because that’s what her job needs her to be.

Chief Bromden is a neutral character - a narrator. He’s very calm but he’s a sly man as well. He convinced everyone he’s a deaf and mute man; “a dumb indian”. He only reveals to McMurphy that he is the way he is because he can easily fly under the radar of Miss Ratched and the other attendants. McMurphy was his perfect excuse to escape, therefore he’s an unreliable narrator. He tells it truly but he is still human.

This movie reminded me that you don’t always get what you want in life, especially at the hands of others. And others will try to take away your individuality or psyche if you let them. Sometimes they will take it in the worst way possible; I.E. the lobotomy.

[headoverhiddles]

My Jack Nicholson Smut Masterlist

Jack Nicholson x Readers

Good Decisions 

Batman: The Joker/Jack Napier x Readers

Little Details (fluff)

Little Details (part II)

Tell Daddy

AO3 Collection of Batman/Joker Preferences

The Shining: Jack Torrance x Readers

The Interview Went Fine

All Work, No Play

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest: Randall McMurphy x Readers

Rite Of Passage (ft. Billy Bibbit) 

[state-of-disorder]

I wanted the maths autism but instead I got the "Please ask me about the 1975 movie about a man whore in a mental hospital with his very tall friend" type

[droogiesanddiscourse]

HCs: R.P. McMurphy with an Artist S/O

Original Message: @anon “HELLO YOUR MAJESTY MAY I PLEASE REQUEST H/C’S FOR R.P MCMURPHY WITH A ARTIST S/O?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

A/N: HELP!!! WE’RE WRITING FOR R.P. MCMURPHY NOW AAA!!!! I am so so so so SO excited to get into this, I love this man so much I believe in Jack Nicholson supremacy. I love u bby thanks for the request! No warnings! Have fun! 

• This man is the biggest, most lovable goof out there. I don’t think he has a serious bone in his body. He’s always got new tricks up his sleeves to keep you on your toes, and you never know what to expect with your relationship with Mac.

• Of course he knew you were an artist even before you started dating. But he never really got to see much of your work, or your work process in general. And that’s okay, he respects your privacy. 

• Kinda. 

• Okay, not really, he wants to see what’s in that sketchbook one way or another. 

• “Whatcha’ doin’ there, baby?” He’ll sneak up behind you, catching you off guard as you try to frantically hide the sketches you made of Mac. Always being too quick for you, he snatches your sketchbook up, dangling it above your head out of reach. 

• “Aw my baby’s an artist!! Don’t be shy, don’t be shy! Let me see what you’re up to, okay?” He holds it above your reach again as you frantically jump up, trying to take it back. He can’t help but smile at this, you were just so cute when you get flustered. 

• Much to your dismay, he opens up your sketchbook and flips through the pages, shocked when he finds multiple sketches of him. His face drops in surprise, finding page after page of just nothing but him in various poses - sitting on the couch, his face in his hands, smoking a cigarette. For the first time, Mac is actually rendered speechless. He couldn’t believe someone would actually care about him enough to actually draw him. 

• “Look at that! That’s me, isn’t it?” Mac points, You nod your head, happy he likes your art and didn’t find it weird or anything. He gives you a smile back, matching your energy. “Wow, and after all this time you were hiding this from me??”

• Mac will hold the book up to his face, trying to match the pose you drew him in. He’ll point at the sketch, then back at his face, then at the sketch, then back at his face. “Ya, see that? Like lookin’ in a mirror!” This makes you both laugh. 

• He’ll lowly whistle in appreciation as he thumbs through the rest of your sketchbook. “You don’t gotta hide this from me anymore, hear me? I think these are absolutely fantastic, and I mean it.” He looks up at you, “I really wanna see what you create next, okay? Keep me in the loop.” 

• And with that, he gently tosses your sketchbook back down onto your desk and walks away, whistling a tune to himself like nothing just happened. He always enters any room in a whirlwind, and exits casually, leaving you a bit confused. He’s got a big personality. 

• He loves holding on to the little doodles you make, but he’s kinda a whole mess and will be like “Oh this...yeah this is some of your best work! I really love this one, mind if I keep it?” and then he shoved it in his pocket like an DUMMY. But he doesn’t do this with like, any malicious intent or anything he just wants to carry them everywhere he goes but like. He crumples them haha. But that’s how he shows his extremely chaotic affection and he NEVER loses any of them. He isn’t organized in the slightest, but he has his own ways. 

• He can’t draw. At all. I mean I’m not sure if this man knows how to hold a pencil properly. And that's okay! Because sometimes he’ll just like to sit with you and steal your pretty colored pencils / markers / pastels / paints and make some of his own “art.” Eventually you just buy him his own sketchbook so he can sit next to you and doodle with you. 

• Sometimes you gotta remind him to not waste paint though, because this man will just put giant GLOBS of paint on the canvas you give him, and he’ll get it all over the place too. But he’ll claim it’s apart of his ~artistic process~ and you ~can’t rush perfection~

• “Hey, c’mon! It’s ART, don’t you see? Hold on, get a better look at it.” He’ll hold it up in front of your face, nothing but a chaotic mix of colors and textures. “It’s very deep, I guess you just don’t understand, everybody’s a critic...” he’ll mouth off in a sarcastically sassy manner, barely being able to contain the smirk coiling on his lips. 

• PAINT NIGHTS??? Yes absolutely yes. Mac seems like the type of guy to want to watch a painting tutorial on VHS or something and have the two of you follow along, step-by-step. Bonus points if you get a little tipsy beforehand too, that just adds to the silliness and fun of it all. 

• Mac is just really honored to have such a talented and amazing s/o like you :’) 

[ladyfiresfanfiction]

Flying the Nest - One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Fic - Chapter One

I’ve had this fic percolating in my brain for about four months and I am now just letting it flow. I hope you guys will like it! Please let me know what you all think. I’m a bit rusty haha, so I hope I don’t suck! Chapter One under the cut. Chapter two will be posted tomorrow!

I am standing shakily in the hallway of a whitewashed building. Ahead is rows and rows of rooms, art and photography and pamphlets adorn the walls. But I am staring with utmost fascination at the black and white and brownish designs of the tiled floor. Snapped back to the unpleasant present by a nurse not much older than I, I'm guided through heavy white double doors into what I would usually call the Room of Hell; a peer counseling room or area in multiple buildings I have become well acquainted with in the last eighteen months.

To my surprise, I am met with familiar blue-green eyes and a face turning ashen with shock upon seeing me. My older brother, Mac.

"Baby Jane? What the hell are you doing here?" Mac asks in his gruff yet gravelly voice. I shrug, forcing a slight smile as he walks toward me, against the wishes of the bitchy looking blonde nurse seated less than one hundred yards ahead of me and envelopes me in his infamous bear hugs I had missed greatly. I found myself holding tightly to my brother's arms, afraid that if I were to let go, I would break into pieces in the middle of the room that would soon become my greatest fear and biggest location of loathing.

"Alright, Mister McMurphy, let your sister go now, thank you. And Miss McMurphy, please take the empty seat right here, between your brother and Mister Bibbit. Thank you. My name is Nurse Ratchet, welcome to our home of healing." The nurse said as I took my seat. As I sat down, my eyes locked onto the bluest eyes I have ever seen, so much so that my heart skipped a beat.

"Ah, yes," Mac laughed as my cheeks turned a light pink. "This is the man of the hour, Janie. His name is-" "M-m-m-my name is-i-is b-bi-b-Billy." The beautiful boy with gorgeous blue eyes stammered. "I-it-its nice to m-m-meet you, Miss." He finished with a shy smile.

Before I could utter a reply to Billy, I was interrupted.

"Miss Jane McMurphy? Come with me, please." The resident doctor, named Doctor Spivey. My heart started hammering in my chest as I reflexively grabbed Mac's hand. Doctor Spivey was a reserved yet kind-looking man as he waited patiently in the doorway, noticing the apprehension on my face. Mac patted my shoulder with encouragement as he nodded towards Spivey.

"I'm just a couple of rooms away, Janie. He's a nice doc. Go on, now, and I'll give ya a tour when you're back." Mac said in a low voice, nodding toward the waiting doctor. I let go of his hand as I stood up and slowly walked towards Spivey. He waved his hand toward the left corridor and said the admissions room was on the left. I whispered something I couldn't even hear and walked slowly as if the path I was taking was going straight to the gates of the Underworld. Doctor Spivey walked a couple of paces behind me, guiding me to the right room, or possibly making sure I didn't try to bolt to the entrance door about fifty steps from his office.

As we made it into the office, he waved his hand toward a comfortable-looking brown leather chair behind a large mahogany desk. It had a manilla envelope with what could be mistaken as someone's novel manuscript but was actually my medical history and doctor's notes from past mental hospital and emergency room stays since July of '61, nearly two years ago.

"Make yourself at home, Miss McMurphy," Doctor Spivey began as he took his seat in a large-looking leather desk chair that matched his massive desk. He peered over my notes, tsking at some parts while his sparse salt-and-pepper-colored eyebrows shot up at other areas of my history. When he finally looked at me, I felt my stomach lurch and the room became unbearably hot. I knew I was in the middle of a raging panic attack, but I tried to keep on my Pokerface in fear of what might happen if I started to become undone.

"Well now, Miss McMurphy. Says here you are about to turn twenty-two years of age and were a junior in college. What uh, brings you here?" He asked, softly. "My... ex-fiance, he killed himself almost two years ago. I had also been dealing with physical health setbacks and was falling behind in classes on top of his untimely death. I just... Couldn't handle it anymore." I replied while my voice was barely above a whisper. "I see. It also says here you've overdosed on opium and cocaine, as well as gotten alcohol poisoning a few times. Is that right?" He asked, his eyes boring into me over thick black spectacles. "Well, like I said, I wasn't handling Charles's death... well... And I have been in and out of the hospital since my freshman year of high school. I just wanted everything to stop." I replied in a flat tone. "Your brother wasn't around much, I see. He had no idea you were in this much emotional distress? And what of your parents?" The doctor asked, watching me closely.

I could feel my forehead begin to prickle with droplets of sweat and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the wood arms of the chair. I tried to gather my thoughts so I could talk in a more rational way, but my throat kept closing and opening, and my eyes began to fill with white-hot tears anytime I opened my mouth, which caused me to shut it and open it a number of times.

"We're more than happy to keep you on as a patient in our ward. I feel you could benefit from our help and could leave quite possibly around the time your brother does We offer services to get you back on your feet once you feel comfortable and safe enough on your own. There is a ladies ward a floor right above the men. You are welcome to visit your brother in the daytime, but we do have strict rules about nightly visits and no, um, congregating with the male patients here.  We have activities as well as counseling to help when things are rough. I need to finish looking over your medical history and we will see what we can give you to help with these night terrors and panic attacks. I'll take you back to Nurse Ratched now, she or Mac can take you to the second floor or give you a tour of our ward. If you have any questions please let me know. You can always let Nurse Ratched or the other nurses know when you need to speak with me. I usually meet with my patients once a week in the morning.

It was a lot to take in, but I nodded, only half-listening. So far this was still a voluntary thing and I could leave whenever I wished. However, now that I knew Mac was here, I was thinking of waiting until he left with me. I didn't trust myself alone anymore. And I couldn't get that beautiful blue-eyed boy out of my head. Charles always said he would send me people when I needed them most and he couldn't be there for me. I was beginning to wonder if he sent me to Oregon State Hospital, and brought me back to my long-lost brother. As I walked back into the Room of Hell, facing who I was sure was Satan's wife, I smiled half-condescendingly to her and made my way to Mac, ready to see where I would be staying for at least the next month, or longer.

"Ready to tell me what the hell is going on and why you haven't called me, Janie?" Mac asked, looking concerned. "Yeah, let's talk while we explore this house full of nuts," I smirked, making Mac laugh. "Okay then. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He asked, extending his arm to me. "It's not pretty, but I'm sure this place isn't so pretty either," I replied, placing my hand on his arm as we began to walk towards the front of the building. "Something tells me your story isn't that pretty either, sister. Now start talking."

[oxfordsxbrogues]

McMurphy: Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.

Chief: *quietly holds hand*

[polarbeary-archive]

McMurphy: I like my men like I like my women.

McMurphy: That's it.

McMurphy: That's the joke. I'm bisexual.

[mobiuscinematicuniverse]

alright this is a stretch but would anyone like to do a mcmurphy x billy bibbit rp with me?

I'd like to play Billy, and I'm comfortable with anything. Message me pleaseeeee