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[katherine-mcnamara]

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By clicking on the source link at the bottom of this post you will be able to access #47 gifs that are 268x151 in size from Band of Brothers.

These gifs were all made by me from scratch, for roleplaying purposes. Feel free to crop/resize/edit for personal use. Please don’t repost into gifsets/gif hunts or claim as your own. Please reblog if using. Hope y’all enjoy! 

[stannyramirez]

(had these sitting for over a year so going to post until i finish). check the source link or HERE for 300 gifs of 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 as 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 (2009). all gifs are 268 px by 165 px and made entirely from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. please REBLOG this post if you found it useful and check my rules for more info.

[ultrabwayne]

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You're waiting for a train...(3)

Meeting Your Mark

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n knows the most dangerous move you can make is to fall in love with your mark.

word count - 1.7k

warnings - mentions of death, the sharpness of cillians cheekbones, how piercing his blue eyes are.

a/n - okay so I promise the Robert stuff is coming! The next chapter will be an important one, this was just a filler pretty much. Also I loved writing about y/n and Ariadne cause I felt they would both relish in the other when surrounded by men - specifically y/n.

a/n 2 - We finally have Tom Hardy in this chapter!!

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I sat on the window ledge, clutching my coffee like a lifeline. It tethered me back to reality. I got out the picture from my jean pocket. I brushed my fingers over the fake braces and then found them stroking the faces of my siblings. Their gleeful smiles frozen in time.

The door creaked open, announcing Arthur’s entrance. I hopped to it and wiped away the tears that had escaped. All morning my mind had been plagued with visions of a man. I wasn’t even dreaming and yet he still remained. He’d nested within my brain, and he wasn’t leaving any time soon. But no matter how much I strained trying to make out the face, I was at a loss. It was almost like I couldn’t create the face because he had already been made. But I was yet to meet him. With how much closer I’d been getting to his figure with each time asleep, I felt our meet was imminent.

“You sleep, okay?”

“Like a log.” Arthur’s eyes drifted to the case I had hurriedly packed up.

“You went under?”

“No.” I lied. But he didn’t breach the topic any further as we were both stopped by Ariadne clearing her throat.

We turned around.

“Cobb said you’d be back.” Arthur remarks.

“Yeah, well, I tried to not come but- “

“There’s nothing quite like it.” I finished for her. She smiled softly at me.

“It’s just—pure creation.” She held her gaze with me. There was a brief silence between us three, waiting for someone to continue the discussion.

“Let’s look at some paradoxical architecture.” Arthur broke the silence and led us both to 3 deck chairs he’d laid out. We lay down and hooked ourselves up. Within seconds we were away.

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We found ourselves in a structured glass office building. Arthur winked at me. It was the first building I’d ever created, and he’d saved it all these years. This is where I’d honed my own paradoxical skills. He led the two of us up a staircase.

“You’re gonna have to master a few tricks, if you’re gonna build three complete dream levels.”

“Excuse me,” I said as we passed a woman who had dropped her files.

“Why three?” She asked.

“Successful inception depends on planting the idea deep enough that the genesis of the idea becomes too foggy for the subject. 3 levels deep, 3 dream levels.”

“Anyways, what kind of tricks do I need?’

“In a dream you can cheat architecture into impossible shapes that lets you create closed loops.” We had been walking the staircase in a circle now, proving one of my favourite closed loops. “Like the Penrose steps.”

“Aka, the infinite staircase.” We passed the woman with the dropped files once again. “See.”

Ariadne suddenly took stock of her surroundings and saw the end of the staircase culminate in a sharp drop.

“Paradox.” We left the staircase and began to walk around the office building so Arthur could explain further. “So, a closed loop like that allows us to disguise the boundaries of the dream.”

“But how big do these levels have to be?”

“Well, it could be anything from the floor of a building to an entire city. But they have to be complicated enough so that we can hide from the projections.”

“A maze.”

“Right, a maze.”

“And the better the maze- “

“The longer we have before the projections catch us.” I smirked at how quickly Ariadne had grasped the concept. She truly put my dad to shame. And having her with us meant I no longer had to work with incompetent male architects. This girl was the real deal.

“Exactly.”

“Well, my subconscious seems polite enough.”

Arthur and I chuckled. “Just wait, they’ll turn ugly.” I answered. “No one likes to feel someone messing around in their mind.”

“Cobb can’t build anymore, can he?” Ariadne questioned. I wanted to argue but she was right. He thought about mum too much where his mind could never be clean enough to build anew.

“Well, I don’t know if he can’t, but he won’t. He thinks it’s safer if he doesn’t know the layout.”

“Why?”

“He won’t tell us.” I lowered my head, Dad might not have told me why, but he told me enough.

“But I think it’s Mal.”

“Yeah, no offence but your mum was a piece of work.” She laughed, gesturing to me. “What does his ex-wife have to do with it.”

“Mal’s not his ex.”

“They’re still together?”

“No,” I spoke up. “She died. What you see in there is just his projection of her.”

Her eyes softened when they looked at me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“What was she like in real life?”

“She was lovely.” I smiled thinking back in my memories.

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Ariadne and I sat talking with our coffees and croissants. Arthur had left to get some supplies, so we decided to have a rest. We’d been drawing and planning all morning, so a break was well earned.

“You have an architecture degree?”

“No, I never got to finish it.”

“Why?”

“My dad needed me here. So, I left.”

“Oh.” She sensed the underlying sadness so left the topic. “But your drawings are amazing, why can’t you build.”

“Oh, I don’t build anymore.” I laughed brushing off her statement.

“Does it have something to do with your mom?”

“We all have our own demons, I guess. And it’s terrifying when they get opened up to the world.”

“She’s still your mom.”

“No, she died. That person in his head, that’s not her.”

“Seems you have a better grasp on that then he does.”

“I guess.” I rose, uncomfortable with the conversation, and she took my tone as her cue to end the conversation.

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Dad had arrived back from Mombasa. When he entered with Eames I immediately ran into his awaiting arms.

“My favourite little troublemaker! How’re you doing darling?”

“So much better now you’re here!” I cheekily winked at him.

“Oh, I can imagine working with Arthur is the most exciting thing imaginable!” Eames sarcastically said.

“Nice to see you too, Eames.” Arthur huffed as he walked away from us two.

“Don’t insult him or he’ll start going over safety procedures again!”

We both laughed and finished with another hug.

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I sit with Eames and Cobb out on the roof. Saito flings a file towards the three of us and it opens out onto the table.

“Robert Fischer. Heir to the Fischer Morrow Energy Conglomerate.” Dad looks at the file and then hands it to me.

My breath catches in my throat as my eyes meet his steely blues. The rest of the world became water that flooded my ears with white noise. I couldn’t grasp onto any sound in the world apart from my beating heart. My finger raised to stroke the picture. He stood there, dressed to the nines. His hair perfectly styled, and his body adorned in riches. But his eyes, as piercing as they were, held a sadness. He was lost. I could feel it through the ink.

“What’s your problem with this Mr Fischer?” I snapped up but failed to notice that my daze had been caught.

“That’s not your concern.” Saito’s tone cut through the air. I scoffed at his brazen attitude.

“Mr Saito, this is not your typical corporate espionage. You asked me for inception, I hope you understand the gravity of that request.”

I couldn’t stand it. This may have been purely business and transactional, but something shifted. This couldn’t be purely business with our skills involved. I decided to speak up.

“The seed we plant in this man’s mind will grow into an idea. This idea will come to define him. It may come to change, well, everything about him. This man is on a course of fate and. We. Will. Alter. It.”

Saito took a moment, considering my words. He relented to my warning.

“We’re the last company standing between them, and total energy dominance and we can no longer compete. Soon they’ll control the energy supply of over half the world. In effect, they become a new superpower.” He pounds the table. “The world needs Robert Fischer to change his mind.”

“And that’s where we come in.” Eames perks up to give his two cents. “How is Robert Fischer’s relationship with his father?”

“Rumour is the relationship is quite complicated.” This tugged at my heart for some reason. My eyes drifted to my own father.

“Well, we can’t work based solely on rumour, can we?”

Eames turned his file around the show us a picture of an obviously esteemed individual.

“Can you get me access to this man? Browning, Fischer seniors right hand man,”

I read my own file. “And Fischer juniors godfather.” I finished.

“It should be possible, if you can get the right references.” I chuckled at how simple this request was for Eames.

“References are something of a speciality for me, Mr Saito.” Eames cheekily stated.

“Then it is done.” All three of us got up.

But I felt changed and Eames noticed my subtle slump.

“I saw how you reacted to the picture.”

“What? He has nice—cheekbones? And blue eyes.” I stumbled through my unsure answer.

“Don’t worry, I’m not your dad.” He laughs at my bad attempt at lying. “How do you fancy a quick internship at Fischer’s house.” He raised his eyebrows, inviting me into another mischievous mission. I smirked and happily agreed to his scheme.

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On the other side of the roof, Saito, who had been looking at y/n intently throughout the meeting, stopped Cobb before he left.

“Your daughter. She is committed to this mission?”

“I don’t doubt my teammates.”

“What about your family?” He probed. Cobb became silent. “I saw her demeanour when she saw that picture. I’d hate to see your one chance disappear because of your daughters schoolgirl crush. Perhaps she is not as reliable as you think?”

Cobb halted his movements and considered Saito’s words as the man left the roof. He looked towards y/n who still had the file open in her hands. In that moment, he saw his daughter for who she truly was, a child without a childhood.

Would she be that impulsive?

Would she be that stupid?

Would she risk it all for him?

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Yes. Yes I would risk it all for Cillian Murphy too.

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[astoryisaloveaffair]

Fix You - Chapter 14: Enjoy the Silence

Gif by @hunterschafer

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: The final heat...

Word Count: 7k

Rating: R

Chapter Warnings: Cussing, violence. I will not be warning anything else due to spoiling the story. We are all grown. You can stop reading when you want to.

A/N: Has it really been a year? I wish I had a better excuse than "I haven't been doing great." But that's what it is. I've had huge changes in my life. New job, new career, new goals, and a greater sense of self-worth. I'm feeling a lot better. But my new schedule is busy! Hopefully you can forgive me for such a long cliffhanger.

Finally, a heads up. This has been the arc I have been working towards for almost two years, and I'm not going to waver. Just stick with me like you have been. It’ll be worth it.

I also did the absolute most and made a specific playlist just for this chapter here.

Forever thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, shared, boosted, made content for, and supported me. It meant a lot and definitely kept this fic in the back of my mind. As always, most love to my girl @musings-of-a-rose who has tolerated me being a shitty friend for a whole ass year, and always talking things through with me in life and in this fic. Cheers.

Suggested Songs: Depeche Mode "Enjoy the Silence", Fitz and the Tantrums: "Out of My League", Lizzo "Truth Hurts", Michael Kiwanuka "Cold Little Heart", Cigarettes After Sex "Cry", Guster "Demons"

Frankie and you decided to break your apartment lease starting October 1st. Fall term started on the 30th of August, and you wanted time to settle into your schedule before planning a move. You spent almost all your time at his house anyway, only stopping back at your apartment for more clothes. Frankie had already given you a row of drawers to keep your things in.

You’d honestly never been happier, both on cloud 9 and it never faded, you were incredibly excited to begin this new start with Frankie and Gabi. It all seemed to have happened so fast. It had only been five months, you hadn’t even told your family about him yet, mostly to avoid comments on the age gap. 

You were relieved the hiccup in your relationship settled, you didn’t like feeling unsure or that someone resented you. When you started feeling secure again, you clung to it. That sparkle of joy was hard to keep in check.

You picked your Fall schedule out together and spent the remaining weeks of summer basking in your relationship, playing with Gabi, going out with the guys, and constant fucking. But your most favorite thing was still lying on the couch with Frankie, teasing each other and watching bad TV.

“This is simultaneously the best and worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I don’t understand how they achieved this.”

Frankie shrugs, reaching to your lap for the giant bowl of popcorn, his eyes still glazed to the TV where Mad Max: Fury Road is playing. “I dunno. Who cares? It’s cars and chaos!”

“And Tom Hardy. And Charlize Theron.”

He pinches you on the waist, acting threatened by your thirst just to tease you. “You ever been to a demo derby? This kind of reminds me of it.”

You sit up from where your back is resting against his chest. “Um, no? Isn’t that kind of…for rednecks?”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but Benny and Will are rednecks. But no, it’s for anyone who likes cars crashing into each other. There’s actually one at the fair every year. We always go to it. You should come.”

“I’m not going to a demo derby.”

“Aw come on! It’ll be fun! First time for Gabi too, and there’s rides and games and funnel cake and fried oreos—” He pauses as you hold your hand up to silence him.

“I’ll go. You had me at ‘funnel cake.’”

The fair is packed. The final hurrah of the summer before kids return to school and university students dive back into their studies. The derby started at 8 PM sharp, you, Dali, and the boys got there plenty early to look around a bit, get some food, and find seats.

You forgo any typical entree and go right for the funnel cake, heaping fruit and extra powdered sugar on it until the plate is a big mound of sweet. The guys had talked you up on this for days, Benny wouldn’t shut up about it, and you found yourself excited to watch. Your legs bounce impatiently as you scarf down your cake, breaking off pieces here and there to feed to Gabi and your boys.

The seats were bleachers, hard metal planks that hurt your butt and back and caught vibration from every footfall, but Pope sat behind you so you could lean back against his legs to be more comfortable. 

It’s a long wait. The bleachers eventually fill up, you certainly had the best seat in the house (thank you Will), and you could see the hoods up of participating cars behind the commentator podium. The air is musty, the odor of wet dirt from a quick August shower earlier that day.

When the first round of vehicles start revving their engines, Frankie pulls some earphones for Gabi and secures it to her head. Once he’s sure she’s comfortable, he quickly runs you through the basic rules. “So there’s several ‘heats’, and which heat you’re in is based on how many cylinders the car has. Last car moving is the winner, but you can’t just avoid the other cars the whole time. No continuing if your car starts sparking from the engine, no hitting the driver side door, and no hitting anyone who’s already out.” 

“Wait, cars catch on fire in this?”

Before Frankie can answer, the announcer calls out the first heat and you almost choke at the state of the cars coming out. They were completely dilapidated, windows punched out and hood frames reinforced with extra steel. It looked like each entry had about 5 different parts all from different cars, horrendous paint jobs, and one of them even had a stuffed dinosaur duct taped to the hood. Some of them looked like they had already been hit by cars, parts hanging off and bumpers pressing in on itself. None of these cars would last at all. There’s no way...

The rink was surrounded by giant cement cinder blocks creating a large “rink” type area. The contestants lined the front bumpers of their vehicles up parallel to each other at the barricades separating the cars from the bleachers, alternately revving their engines during the countdown.

“Okay, so, usually we all pick the car we think is going to win.” Benny says. You lean forward to look over the assortment of jacked up cars for this heat, eventually settling on an old Toyota Corolla painted a matte black. Benny chooses the dino car, Will chooses a Dodge Stealth with it’s headlights hanging outside the socket, Dali and Pope argue over a Ford Taurus whose back end was already smashed into the back seats, and Frankie chooses a Chevy Impala, which you immediately regret not taking because it has such a long front and back end. Lots of room for smashing and being able to keep going.

Gabi jumps up and down on Frankie’s lap as he points out things to her over the sounds of engines and a countdown, and then the cars are off off, engines roaring and dirt kicking up as they all reverse at full speed, several of them crunching up in the middle while others circle around the perimeters.

It soon becomes clear to you that there is no rhyme or reason to which car makes it and which doesn’t. Pope’s Taurus didn’t even start and is eliminated after 2 minutes of no movement, and whoever is driving the boxy piece of shit Honda Accord that Dali had to select is a fucking maniac, winding and weaving at full speed backwards, hitting whoever gets in their way. Her choice is the winner of that heat. 

Most of them are driving backwards, and Will tells you it’s because they are trying to protect the engine. You deflate in your seat a little in disappointment, but he assures you that as the heat winds down and there's fewer cars taking up the space, the drivers and announcer will get impatient and they will hit each other head to head.

You’re shocked at how much you enjoy it. At one point a car hits the passenger side door of another so hard that it is pushed up and onto the barricade wall from the inertia, hanging from an angle as the crowd jeers and shrieks in excitement. One car flips over completely, another’s engine bursts into flames and the crowd all starts crying out caution because the announcer can’t see it. You’ve never seen anything like it before and there was so much fire you were sure the whole thing would blow up, but the driver slid out the glassless driver’s side window like it was no big deal and walked it off.

There is something satisfying about two cars hitting each other at full speed, the bodies of them crunching, wheels hanging off axles, bumpers being dragged behind and run over by other drivers, cars with mangled pieces becoming stuck to each other so they can’t separate until another car hits them, tires completely gone and cars only moving on its hubs. It’s chaos in a safe format, a way to experience destruction and violence in a way that feels good and unharmful. 

Gabi has never been so amazed in her entire life, her mouth hangs open and she wriggles against her dad to see everything, laughing every time a collision happens. The audience oohs and ahhs and boos and screams and cheers and teases, you and your friends join the clamor as you have your own mini competition with yourselves.  

Giant fork tractors come into the arena area to lift the cars that can’t move anymore, some guys are able to get theirs back up and running, driving them to the sides to shape up for the final Battle Royale.

The final heat is fucking wild. All the cars that were already battered enough before they even began to come back out, returned to do another round for the final winner. With all the action you’d barely even noticed that contestants whose cars were still driveable had spent the remaining heats beyond the barricades hammering and reforming their vehicles enough to compete again. 

And at the end, the winner of all faces the crowd, pulls off their helmet to reveal a thick curly mass of long hair.  The winner is a woman. You and Dali cheer until your throats hurt.

It’s over too soon. There’s a mass exodus the instant the derby is over, the packed stadium standing and pouring down the stairs pressing so tight that you and your boys decide to hang back until it thins out. You lead the way, Frankie’s large and warm hand grazing your waist as you slowly move down the stairs and back out into the fair, turning to wait for the rest of your friends to make it out.

“What next?” Benny says when you are all reunited. “More food? Games? Rides?”

“I’m not eating more before getting on rides, let's do those now.” Says Frankie, grumbling as he hears you tease him with Benny. He whips his head around to glare at you. “Just you wait until you get older and start getting sick on rides, I cannot wait to make fun of you back.”

The wait for the ride tickets is long, but it leaves plenty of time for the group to decide how many are needed. Who is riding what, who isn’t, what pairings and who will watch Gabi on the rides she can’t do. You’re surprised when Will and Pope back out of the Zipper, leaving you and Benny as a pairing for that.

Riding it was a mistake. The ride is basically a giant airborne conveyer belt with completely enclosed containers for people hanging off it that were 360 degree capable. And it lasted FOREVER. You lose some of your funnel cake behind the ride out of sight, threatening violence on Benny if he outs you to the others. 

But it didn’t stop you from riding The Freak Out immediately afterwards, a rotating pendulum swing that made you feel like you were going to be catapulted out of your seat. The ride seated 4 groups of 4 so that in between squeezing your eyes shut, you could catch watery glimpses of Benny red-faced and cackling hysterically, Will’s chants of “ohfuckohfuckohfuckOHfuckOHFUCKOHSHIT FUCCCCCCK!”, and Frankie looking…absolutely fine. It was almost disturbing really, he was calm and collected, the only hint that this might have been something other than a nice drive in his truck was his giant smile, the tears leaking from his squinted eyes, his chocolate curls whipping around in the breeze as his hands clutch his hat in his lap with a steel grip.

“How the fuck were you so calm?!” You gasp as you stumble off the rickety landing platform. You hadn’t moved yet you felt like you had run a mile, your heart was beating so fast from the adrenaline it almost felt like you might have a heart attack. 

Frankie shrugs. “Feels like a copter in a bad air current.” 

You simply stare blinking. 

“No, he’s always like this. Like this one time, we were flying in a helo over the Andes mountains, and—”

A sharp stare from Frankie that he tries to hide from you makes Benny backpedal. 

“Uhhh yea we were flying over some mountains and the air current was wild but we got over the mountains just fine and everything was fine and we were fine.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, that same feeling of not being told something creeping up. You hate it. You push it back down, swallowing heavily to center yourself. “So I assume you were fine.”

“Yea. Yea. Cat is a good pilot.” 

You hum, the panic still not leaving your chest.

Frankie grabs your hand as you walk. “It happened a lot, I just got used to it.”

“It happened a lot?”

“Yea. I mean, sometimes we were flying through shit climates, sometimes even pursued. Doesn’t make for a smooth ride. I’m just used to it. They always scream bloody murder though.” Frankie smiles softly.

“Oh.”

You go silent, continuing to walk to the next destination: the scrambler. You had already established you would not ride and Dali wanted some funnel cake herself, so she heads off while you stay off to the side with Gabi to watch, lost in your own thoughts.

“Just don’t fucking talk about that, none of that. That never happened.” Frankie seethes to Benny as they are strapped into the ride. 

“Sorry dude, I can’t read your thoughts. I figured she knew.”

“No. I don’t want her to know. No one else needs to know about it.”

Benny falls silent, looking to Will beside him. Pope lowers his head, choosing to say nothing.

“Catfish…you have to.” Says Will.

“No the fuck I don’t. I never want her to know. If she knows…she’ll actually see ‘real me’. ‘Fuck-up me.” And I don't want her to yet. I don’t want to lose her yet. I don’t want her to be afraid. Stop fucking looking at me like that.”

They stop. But only because the ride starts, and they can’t see anything other than blurs.

You hate this feeling, this fluttering in your stomach like something is wrong but your heart knows, it knows it’s fine. It has to be. Your mind is spinning, trying to combat the rising anxiety clenching in your chest, doing gymnastics to find reasons to not be alarmed.

He’s not lying about something. He’s not. …He promised….I’m just overthinking this…

You can’t. You refuse to even think about it. Confronting the terrible possibility that you might’ve done it again, you might have thrown yourself all in to someone only to—-no. 

He’s not lying. He’s not. …He promised….he’s different. I’m just overthinking this…

You can feel butterflies bubbling in your stomach and you feel like you might throw up. Fucking men. You huff in frustration and try to distract yourself with your surroundings, watching people on rides, sharing funnel cake. Your eyes scan over two men staring at you silently by a skewered chicken cart and in your current mood it makes you furious. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” You growl at them. They say nothing and slowly walk away, disappearing into the crowd. Fucking. Men.

You try not to let your emotions show. You sit back while Gabi goes on some rides for her age, using the time to rehydrate and calm yourself down. Living through Gabi’s joy helps.. She’s having a blast, choosing a different person to pair with for each time ride. Pope in the Wacky House, the Helicopters with her dad, Benny on the mini Viking ship. Once you feel better you join in to play bumper cars (Will and Gabi win) and ride the high-rise swings with her seated in the cool metal chair next to you, Benny singing along to the ambient speakers playing “Out of My League” so loud eventually all the other teens on the ride join in.You enjoy the mini coaster more than you thought you would considering it’s for kids Gabi’s age, you and Dali are the only others who can fit in the seats, no matter how hard Benny tried. It was easy to quickly forget.

After the coaster, Gabi begins to slow down, so you hit the fried oreo stand, paying for several batches despite protestation and alternately feeding everyone as the group slowly walks through the agricultural parts of the fair. It’s calmer here, the air warm and quiet. The pathway is less crowded so Gabi is able to frolic around on the walkway in front of you safely. 

You walk through every barn, stopping to pet every animal. She’s a natural with them. Completely fearless, not one flicker of apprehension as she approaches cows and horses that are easily 6 times her height, paying close attention to her dad in how to not spook them. Everyone finds the goats to be the favorite because of the sounds they make. Even more so when Frankie engages in a screaming contest back and forth with a bunch of them until someone shoos them out of the pavilion.

Soon, all the sugar Gabi consumed rears its ugly head in the rabbit barn, she throws a fit when Frankie won’t let her get a pet rabbit and you only just catch her upper arm in time to keep her from collapsing on the filthy barn floor. You’re surprised she held out so long. Even you were crashing and getting tired. Also, the rabbits were ridiculously cute.

“Listen Gabi, how about we ride the ferris wheel? Would you like that?” You kneel before her, swiping the tears off her cheeks as she catches her breath. “It goes really high! Higher than the swings!” She nods, sniffing in a snot bubble as she takes your hand. The two of you lead the way, and as you get closer and closer, you start to regret your decision. 

It’s much taller than the Freak Out. By more than 100 feet. It doesn’t look very stable either.

“Wait...this…this looks kind of high, don’t you think?” You turn to the guys, trying to conceal the wavering in your voice. You were scared enough at 70 feet. This was more like 200.

“Height requirement says she’s fine. And it’s enclosed, goes really slow. Come on.” Frankie takes you by the hand and your heart leaps into your throat, your feet skidding across the lawn as you try to pull back. 

A light shove pushes you forward and you turn to glare at Will as he smirks down at you. “If you don’t go I’m never going to let you hear the end of it. Not after you called us “old and broken down.”

Well shit.

“Fine.”

You’re shaking when it’s your turn, the group mad dashing to three cars next to each other so you could talk throughout. Benny pairs with Pope, Gabi is vibrating with excitement as she’s put into a carriage by Will and Dali, and Frankie is beaming as he motions you towards the left car. He pats your butt as you gingerly step in, waiting until you’re seated before joining you and taking your hand. 

“Babe…are you okay?”

You swallow, grateful it’s dark enough he can’t see you trembling. “Yep. I’m good.” 

He leans forward in his seat, the glowing phosphorescence of the lights of the ride and around the fair bathing him halfway in a multicolored glow. tThe colors and shadows fold into the angles of his face like rainbow chiaroscuro, an angular stained glass window. He takes your hand again, yours is swallowed in his palm and you close your eyes as he rubs his thumb across the top. The dark beat of Depeche Mode pounds against your chest and echoes in your ears and you briefly imagine this is what it must feel like to drop acid.

“Your hands are really sweaty…and you’re breathing really fast. Are you sure you’re okay? Hey…” He squeezes your palm and you open your eyes to meet his. “It’s okay if you’re scared. I won’t joke anymore about it, I’m sorry.”

You swallow. “It’s just really really high.”

Frankie watches the ride operator out of the corner of his eye passing their car as he makes sure everyone is safely locked in before tugging on your arm slightly. You slide forward minutely, he meets you more than halfway with his large limbs and rests his hands on your hips. You gasp as the ride jolts and begins rolling, lifting the cabs up in the air. His calloused fingertip pushes your head back up.

“How about I distract you.” He murmurs, shifting forward one inch more, tilting his neck as his soft pouty lips meet yours. 

You close your eyes, trying to lose your self awareness into him and his mouth and the soft skin of his nose that bumps your cheek and tickles your nose with its little breaths. 

The lift mechanism suddenly shudders, clunking over something and it feels like when you run over a squirrel in your car. You inhale sharply against Frankie’s lips as your cab jostles back and forth. Not much, but enough for you to slam yourself back against your seat and clutch the seat bottom as hard as you can. Your heart beats wildly and you imagine the ride breaking and dropping you on the ground to be crushed to death by this stupid fucking metal cab.

You feel pressure on your knees and look down, focusing hard to not see double from fear. Frankie cups both in his hands, thumbs lightly stroking the inside of your thighs. “It’s okay.” He reassures, squeezing your knees once more. “Probably an under-greased cog, it’s nothing. They test these things like 50 times a day.”

You simply stare, forcing yourself to nod. 

“Close your eyes.”

You open your mouth to argue then close it and obey. You trust Frankie, and it can’t be any worse. 

“Just focus on me. And…you hear the music? It’s called “Enjoy the Silence.” I was obsessed with this song when it came out. And can you hear Benny below us? I can hear Gabi laughing too. We’re all okay, you’re okay too.”

You bite your lips into your mouth, focusing on the song and Frankie’s husky voice. The meditative synth pop calms you, and the carefree voices of your friends below does help calm you, but you can’t slow down your heartbeat. 

“I’m okay. Just too much adrenaline.”

The hands on your knees slide up your bare thighs and wrap around the bottoms of them. Frankie pulls you forward in your seat with a smirk. “I’m feeling a little amped up too.”

“Frankie.”

He doesn’t respond, his sole focus on your thighs as his hands slide up and up and up until he is just able to slip the tip of one of his fingers under one leg of your shorts. For some reason, it pisses you off.

“Frankie!” You hiss. “People could see us.”

“Nah…” He shushes you, his finger sliding lower. 

You clamp your legs shut and push his hand back in his direction. “Frankie, I don’t want to right here.” 

He sits up. “Oh.”

Suddenly you hear Benny’s voice from below. “Hello we are underneath you guys! I don’t want to hear any hooking up sounds!” He trolls, and you fully push Frankie back to his side, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

It’s the first time you can remember that it’s ever been uncomfortably awkward between the two of you, and you’re not sure why. The silence seems so much more noticeable and weird against the clanking of the Ferris wheel gears and the chattering of random other people.

You’re not even looking at each other, you realize. When did that happen? Your neck cranes to the left as you gaze at the stars, and when you turn back towards Frankie, he is looking to the right and down at the fair. 

“…Is everything okay?”

His eyes snap back to yours. “Yea? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cause I pushed you away, and…I dunno, you’re being weird..”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not intentional. I’m not upset, c’mere.” He opens his arms wide to you, scooting on his bench so there’s enough room for you.

You hesitate. “Won’t it…won’t it throw off the balance?”

You feel ridiculous asking but he doesn’t laugh at you, just shakes his head slightly. “Nah, they wouldn’t be able to run this ride if people couldn’t sit on the same side.”

You balance awkwardly on the edge of your bench overanalyzing what exact moment during the track of the ride to launch onto his, but you overthink it and end up jostling the cab more than necessary. Frankie’s arms pull you into his side and you burrow your face in his neck as the cab continues to rock. The music fades from Depeche Mode to Lizzo to Lil’ Nas X (Will clearly enjoys that one) and then back to Lizzo, and you forget all about your uneasiness.

He was right. It did feel better being with him. 

The ride does one more pass then rolls to a halt, letting off you with Frankie and Benny with Santiago. You hover at the exit for Will and Gabi, who have to wait for their cab to reach the platform before dismounting. Frankie takes your hand as you wait.

Gabby’s adrenaline rush runs out fast, and you spend the remainder of the fair eating more fried Oreos and playing games. Somehow you manage to beat them all at the water shooting game, which amps up the competitiveness to the point you’d rather just watch.

Which is how you end up at the “star” game. 

“We’re so fucking good at this game, it pisses them off every time.” Laughs Benny, as he shoots the entire Star out perfectly with the gun that is specifically not given enough ammo to achieve this. You hop up on the far side of the counter to watch, noting the way each of you boys handles their weapon and the differences in each. Benny held his gun loosely, like he was relaxed and self assured. It almost seemed like you would be able to slap it out of his hands but you knew he still had an iron grip. Will was precise and, as you expected, “perfect form”. You could tell just from Pope’s posture change that he was the best shot on the team, you’d never seen him look so focused. Frankie held his with a tense white knuckle grip, the folding stock tucked against his shoulder joint. The tension carrying up his arms as his veins popped out in his forearms and biceps. He looked fucking good. And you wouldn’t consider yourself a “gun person.” In fact, you kind of hated them. But there just was something about a strong non-douchey man holding a rifle like that that activated you. Damn the patriarchy. Even Dali is a great shot, though not as good as the guys.

After a few rounds, the carnie finally stopped allowing your posse to keep playing, frustrated that somehow the rigging system didn’t work on your group. You lean back on your hands, your legs swinging against the wood counter, observing Benny arguing with the carnie with a smirk. Gabi is passed out in her stroller next to you as Frankie sidles up to you, feeding you a piece of Fried Reeses, then promptly kissing you so the taste floats between you. 

He hums deeply, stepping closer to you til he’s between your legs. His hands rest low on the top of your thighs. “This ok?”

You smile. “Yes. More than okay. And I want more.” 

Frankie beams and cups your face, his lips crashing into yours as he all but breathes you in. You tilt your head and poke his mouth with your tongue. He responds immediately and opens for you, meeting you halfway. You whine softly as his hands leave your cheeks and trail down your back, one hand sneaking a bit lower to discreetly cup your ass. You’ve just wound your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck when you hear a shrill voice cut through the din of the dwindling crowd.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your heart slams to a halt so fast it hurts. You recognize that voice. And so does Frankie. Your heads both snap to the left as a disheveled looking Lex stands there with a bunch of her friends.

Frankie simply stares. She repeats herself. “Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. The BABYSITTER? Are you fucking your BABYSITTER??? Oh Frankie…come on…how pathetic can you be? She’s like a child!”

You look at Frankie, receding into himself like a silent, terrified puppy. You’ve never seen him like this before, it unnerves you.

“Excuse me.” You snap back. “I am 28.”

She scoffs. I fucking knew something was going on with you two. And you’re doing this in front of my child?”

“Well, actually, Gabi is sleeping. At least she was, until you came ranting and raving.” You make eye contact with Pope, who reads your perfectly and starts steering Gabi’s stroller away so she can’t hear. “We made sure to be careful for her but why do you even care if we are fucking? You left him! You didn’t want him anymore, so it shouldn’t fucking matter who he dates.” 

“He’s a drug addict and a pathological liar. He will NEVER change.”

“Yea? And you are a drunk, controlling, OCD bitch who can’t mind her own fucking business. He’s happy with me. I trust him. Unlike you. Bye.” You couldn’t help yourself, you just fucking hated her.

But that set her off. “Did he tell you why he was suspended?”

“Yes, he—“

“Did he tell you he was high, flying a family and he almost injured everyone from a sloppy landing? Did he tell you how he would take Gabi to his drug dealers house with him? How he went on a STUPID fucking mission with these idiots to burglarize a fucking drug lord completely off paper? That I deliberately asked him not to because we had a new baby? That he crashed their helicopter, dropped all their money and shot innocent villagers to keep them from getting it? At children and old men adn women? That because of that, Molly’s husband was shot in the fucking head by one of those people? And then they couldn’t even bring the money back so it was all for no reason?”

She’s shouting now, spittle flying from her inebriated lips. One of her friends tries to grab her arm but she shakes them off. People in the crowd are starting to stop and watch. “Then, THEN, he treated me like shit, saying horrible things to me just when he was mad, throwing things, scaring me!”

You feel like you can’t breathe, it’s too much information all at once. “...What? I don’t…No. no, he said he was on a delta mission–”

“Oh sweetheart,” She sneers condescendingly. “He was on a greed mission. He was retired from delta. This was like a year ago. They all wanted to get rich and robbed a fucking drug kingpin and Frankie shot innocent people to make sure he got alllllll that money. And because of that, his friend was shot and killed and his family has NO idea why. He lied to you.”

You turn to look at him, and all his friends. Everyone is silent, trying not to look up from the ground. Dali looks as bewildered as you. “Frankie…?” Tears water in your eyes and you feel like your heart is going to burst. You thought he told you it was an enlisted mission, but on top of everything else you just learned your thoughts are rushing so fast you can’t seem to remember specifics. 

Frankie can’t even look at you. And that’s how you know. 

It’s true…

“Lex. Stop.” Will’s Southern drawl cuts through the silence, the commanding officer in him coming out. “It’s over. This shit between you two has to stop. Enough.” His eyes shift to Lex’s friends, who are nodding and repeating the same thing. Lex finally allows them to pull her away muttering under her breath, sending one last glare in your direction.

The walk to the truck is silent. The ride home is a foggy blur. But the minute you step into the house, you crack. 

“Frankie please tell me all this is not true.” You can’t read him at all, his face is completely blank as he moves around you towards Gabi’s bedroom to tuck her in.

So you wait.

His hackles are already up when he comes back out.

“Frankie–”

“Yea.”

“Well?”

“Yea. It’s true. We tried to steal money from one of Pope’s cases and it backfired and Tom got shot.”

“Because of you.”

His expression changes then, from blank nothing to vicious defensive anger. “Yea. Because of me. I fucked up the flight back and we crash landed and these fuckin’ villagers were gonna take the money! And it was an accident!”

“You ‘accidentally’ shot innocent people?”

He swallows, his jaw clenching and unclenching. You can see he’s doing mental gymnastics in order to avoid accountability. 

“Did your finger slip?”

No answer. 

“Frankie. Did your finger slip on the trigger?”

You already know the answer before he says it. And somehow it’s like he morphs into a Disney villain as he says it. “No. My finger didn’t slip.”

It burns, the sharp pain in your heart that makes you feel like it’s having a seizure or forgot how to pump blood or is pumping too much blood. “How many people did you kill.”

He shrugs. “I dunno.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know?! Frankie, you told me this was your job! You- you fucking lied to me! I-I I asked you if you were hiding anything else from me and you fucking lied to me!” You can’t help your voice raising, the tears spilling out of your eyes as you realize how fucking stupid you had been. Somewhere in the background you can hear Gabi has woken and is hysterically crying. Frankie, clearly having enough, turns back towards her room. But you continue, screaming at his back. “And that’s why Tom is dead? And his family doesn’t know why?!”

Frankie doesn’t answer and suddenly you are enraged. You run behind him and shove him forward. “I’m fucking talking to you! How can you just be so fucking blase about this??? And…all that other shit???—I feel like I don’t know you at all!”

He whirls around, that furious murderous face you ‘ve seen him give others is finally directed at you. “Because you don’t!” He screams back, his teeth nash and he shoves a finger one inch from  your face. You flinch.

“Frankie, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring you? Really? I thought this was your thing?” 

You blink, confused, tears stalling on your face. “Don’t–”  You plead softly.

“No, Lex is right. You’re a naive little girl who thinks she can save worthless idiots like me and live some fucking fantasy happily ever after. You won’t. You can’t. I’m unfixable.”

“How can you say that!! Frankie, I love you!

He scoffs. “I know you think you do. And I know you aren’t stupid, you told me you’ve done this before. But guess what sweetie, you aren’t better, you’re still doing it because you’re so fucking desperate for someone to love you. You don’t love me. You just want to feel like some fucking savior.”

“No! No… I didn’t, I don’t…you told me you loved me!”

“I wanted to fuck you.” His eyes are black as far, it’s like you don’t even recognize his face anymore. Lex was right. Lex was right. How…did you make all of it up in your head?

“You…You’re a fucking psycho…I feel like you emotionally manipulated me into caring for you only for you to play games with me! I specifically told you I couldn’t go through this again and you fucking did it anyway!”

“Hey, you kissed me. And you were fun to fuck, I will admit that. Let me do fucking anything. But we both knew this would happen. You set yourself up. I did shoot those villagers. I caused Tom’s death. I just wanted the fucking money. And I wanted to kill a bunch of kids too, when they got in my way. Fuckin’ teenagers and I told Pope to fucking shoot them all.  And you know what else? We went back and got all that fucking money we hid, and we are fucking swimming in it. And I didn’t share a goddamn dime with my ex. You’re right. I am a psycho, so it’s a good thing this is over. Pack your shit and leave me alone.”

“Fuck you Frankie.”

You don’t wait another moment. You don’t need to be asked twice this time. You shove him aside on your way down the hallway, doing everything you can not to let the second round of tears fall. He’d seen enough.

You slam the door of the master bedroom behind you, frantically bouncing around different points in the room to grab all your shit. When did all of this stuff even get here? Anxiety bubbles up your chest until you can’t take it anymore and say fuck it, he can just throw anything else out. I have to get out of here.

You rush back down the hallway like a speed demon, praying to whatever that he won’t be standing in the hallway still. He isn’t. He’s sitting on his couch facing away from you, his head in his hands. You hate yourself for wanting to go comfort him. He’s right…I’m

not better…

You pause on the front doorway, struggling to say what needs to be said. Don’t be weak. Don’t keep letting people do this to you over and over. “Don’t contact me.I never want to see you again.” You say to his back.

He doesn’t move a muscle, or even look at you. “You won’t.”

You were able to make it halfway across the lawn before the grief fully hit. By the time you got to your car you were gasping like you were no longer able to breathe. And the minute your car door shut you broke, a wailing sob bursting from your lips as you bury your face in your palms. 

Again. It happened again. And it’s just as crushing as every other time, except now it feels like you never healed from the others and now they are all piling on top of the other with this one as the final blow.

Why. WHY? Was there something wrong with you? Why were you never enough? Why couldn’t you make them stay? What did you do to keep having to go through this? It almost killed you last time, your eyes squeeze shut as you remember the look on your parents face as they watched you writhe on your bed screaming and crying hysterically from your latest breakup.

And why did you let yourself fall into it again, like you had never learned a goddamn thing. It was like you were masochistic, you told yourself you would never need someone again so badly, you wouldn’t enmesh yourself so fully that when it fell apart you could barely function. Your heart was once again ripped out of your chest and thrown to the floor, the cracks from before making this shattering into pieces so small you know it can’t get repaired again.

With a trembling whimper, you pull your face out of your hands and wipe your eyes, your nose. You realize you’re still sitting in Frankie’s driveway and you immediately look to see if he's at the window, concerned for you. He isn’t. You hate yourself for it but it breaks you even more. 

It’s over.

You drive home mindlessly, your Spotify on shuffle and you aren’t aware of anything else. Just get home. Just get home and then you can cry, try to move on. But you already know you won’t. 

You finally tire yourself out of tears, and you try to talk yourself up, turning up the music and chanting “it’s okay” to yourself. 

It’s Coldplay. You always liked Coldplay. 

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try, you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you…

Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face, and I–

You slam the on/off button so hard you actually cause the auxiliary cord to malfunction, so you rip it out of your phone and throw the damn thing on the passenger seat. You drive home in silence.

It’s dark in the lot when you arrive. You park in a spot along the side and towards the back because the lot is mostly full. The only light shining is the pole yards away, the bulb switches off and on opposite of the dark one right above you. 

You feel numb. You can still feel sticky dried tears on your face, but your ability to utter a sound is gone. You close your eyes and try to compose yourself, simply sitting in your car in the dark. You’re avoiding going upstairs, you know. You’ve pretty much been living at Frankie’s. Walking through that door would make it feel too ‘official’. You cover your face with your hands and rub the tears tracks off your raw face, and are about to take a breath and gather your shit when a THWACKING sound bursts right in your left ear.

You startle with a yelp and look out your window, prepared to tell off whoever is messing with you, but freeze when you find yourself face to face with the barrel of a gun, the only thing separating you from it is the shitty window glass on your cheap car.

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Post A/N: Don't yell at me lol

[anadelaney79]

Heyy can I request a protective Tom Hardy imagine please? I don't have a plot particularly just a bunch of cute stuff like holding hands and pulling the reader closer when someone stares at her for too long or walking through crowds, just pure chivalry stuff; like a knight in shining armour 💘

Charming man

Summary: I love when you send me prompts and requests! Feel free to do it

Pairing: Tom Hardy x Reader

Words: 710

Warnings: none! Just cute stuff

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Charm man

He doesn't want to be there. He never wanted it, but apparently he couldn't say no to this opening. Tom is one of those people who runs away from crowded events, but sometimes he can't avoid them.

The place was packed with people laughing and drinking beer and champagne as they laughed over the music. Tom's hand hadn't let go of yours, as if he needed your touch to know you were there, supporting him. He plays with your fingertips, he talks to you in your ear, kissing the skin behind it so softly that makes you shriver. The only moments he let you go is when someone came to greet him, asking for a photo, which was very often to be honest. The men hugged him like a friend, the women caressed his arms and his chest as if you weren't there to see him. The reality is that you are already used to it, and it doesn't bother you anymore. Tom has always shown you that he only has eyes for you. And if you cared, it would be really an unbearable problem, because women throw themselves at him wherever he goes as if you don't exist.

A blonde woman came straight to him, walking across the room like a feline. "Tom, I can finally meet you in person. And let me tell you, you are much more handsome in person" she says, as she kissed him in both cheeks while caressing his neck. The woman wraps her arms around his waist as she asks for someone to take a photo, and he looks at you, trying to tell if you are uncomfortable about the situation. You know that he doesn't like to have his personal space invaded, and many times that is what happens in these types of situations. The woman keeps touching him, and you can tell he doesn't know how to get rid of the whole thing. In general, he has his moves, that allows him to separate from the person and move away a little. But nothing seems to work, and the blonde remains hugging his waist, her face very close to his.

The blonde stands between you and him almost as if on purpose, and you let go of his hand almost out of obligation. Another woman joins them as a third woman takes photos, and you stand to one side, not knowing what to do, until you see a bar in the distance and decide to go there.

You go over and ask the bartender for a beer. Sitting on the sides there is a group of three men, tattooed and with long hair, obviously motorcycle riders. They turn to you when they hear you, and they look you up and down. You smile warmly at them, and when the bartender hands you your beer one of them gets up and walks over to talk to you. "Hello, gorgeous..."

Before you can say anything, a strong hand sinks into your waist, and your whole body shudders at the sound of Tom's voice in your ear. "Fuck this. Let's get out of here. Now".

He grabs your hand and takes you through the crowded room, making his way to the rear emergency door. Some people want to stop him to say hello, others just watch as he walks by, leading you as if to save you from a fire. You can't see his face, but you can bet he is frowning and grumbling under his breath, and it almost makes you laugh.

He opens the exit door and the cold air hits your face. You take a deep breath, but almost without realizing it, your back hits the wall, and he completely imprisons you with his body. He assaults your mouth with his, giving you a deep kiss that makes your legs shake. His right hand wraps possessively around your throat, his erection presses against your hips, his tongue finds yours while he lets out a deep growl. You hold on to the lapels of his leather jacket, and he places a hand under your knee, forcing you to wrap your leg around his waist. You could take him right here, and he knows it. Instead, he ends the kiss suddenly, as if he had been able to quench a thirst that was killing him, and rests his forehead against yours. "Give me a minute and we'll get out of here", he says. You put the palms of your hands on his cheeks, and force him to look at you. "Was it too much?" you ask. "No kiss from you is too much for me," he replies, smiling again. "I was talking about the crowded place", you say with a wide smile, "but I prefer your answer".

[sparsilemuses]

current test muses for @sparsilelove as of mid-may!

face claims featured: archie renaux, ben barnes, brenton thwaites, charlie hunnam, darren barnet, frank grillo, joshua bassett, marisa tomei, mason gooding, riz ahmed, rudy pankow, sarah michelle gellar, tom hardy.

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these are organised roughly by how much i'm itching to play them!! most muses have at minimum a slice of life and a genre (supernatural, sci-fi, horror, etc) verse. the first verse listed is their main / default and any others are alternates / by request.

i am open to all kinds of plots, though as ever my preference is romantic connections! currently only looking to ship with men because i'm too gay to function. the ideas listed are just some starting points.

kamran mustafa (riz ahmed) is a softhearted, hardheaded man of the people ⇾ slice of life: formerly homeless, now running an unofficial halfway house in the poorest part of a city, he's all about grassroots action and giving everything he's got to those in need ⇾ dystopian future: an important figure in the rebellion against the elitist powers that be, often throwing himself directly into harm's way for the good of others & ideas: friends to lovers with another grungy weirdo, opposites attract with some corporate dbag

orion kemper (joshua bassett) is a cocky genius with too much money and zero self-restraint ⇾ slice of life: after graduating high school at 14 & college at 18, ri sold an app for a stupid amount of money and has spent the last 4 years dicking around ⇾ supernatural: born werewolf with a permanent sneer at bitten wolves, set to inherit alpha status of his family pack one day (if he doesn't get himself killed first) & ideas: friends to inappropriately cuddle, older men for him to top, someone unimpressed with him

lysander crawshaw (archie renaux) is jaded, paranoid proof that curiosity killed the cat ⇾ supernatural: still recovering from being possessed by belias, a greater demon, lys struggles with the lines between reality, dream and hallucination ⇾ slice of life: raised in a cult, lys brings with him a truckload of trauma, a sprinkling of self-hatred, and a dollop of dang adorable & ideas: someone who is his anchor to reality, someone with a similar experience, someone he can start over with

tiberius cooper (rudy pankow) is brash and loud, but in a cornered animal kind of a way ⇾ horror i: the "final girl" of a group of friends (including his twin brother) who were targeted by a serial killer while on vacation, tib sleeps sitting up holding a knife ⇾ horror ii: after his identical twin brother livestreamed a string of violent crimes (think 'spree'), tib has all but become a recluse for his own safety ⇾ slice of life: having never really recovered from the sudden death of his twin brother, tib covers up his debilitating anxiety by being the most obnoxious guy in the room & ideas: someone who knew him before everything (esp. exes of his twin), someone from a support group, some morbid weirdo who is drawn to the darkness in him now

elliot hawthorne (charlie hunnam) is a soft, sweet nerd who loves to take care of people ⇾ slice of life: a film professor who was recently dumped after five years with his ex, ell's students have been complaining lately that they'd like to watch something other than dardenne brothers movies, thanks & ideas: student or former student, friend who always thought he could do better than his ex, co-worker

beatrix calhoun (marisa tomei) is a trainwreck in motion, barely keeping up appearances ⇾ celebrity: a well-known musician who has been active since her early twenties, beatrix is still in love with songwriting and touring, leaving no room for anything else ⇾ slice of life: an artist who manages to charm the pants (often literally) off various wealthy / connected people to keep her afloat & ideas: fan, young musician who looks up to her, touring band member, ex who is also in the industry, producer, step-son, kid's friend

dandelion corrigan (tom hardy) is a cynical witch who believes his family is cursed ⇾ supernatural: an actual witch, with an actual curse, piecing together an existence in the woods making herbal remedies and mild infatuation potions for the locals ⇾ slice of life: an oddball from a pagan-ish family who makes his living selling things from his little farm & making ointmints, certain he'll never be happy & ideas: let's break this curse yo

ava blake (sarah michelle gellar) is an enigma at best and a nuisance at worst ⇾ espionage: a well-trained assassin / spy, ava has discovered a nefarious plot within her organisation that is no good very bad ⇾ slice of life: a single mom very much inspired by lorelai gilmore, ava runs a cafe / bakery / bookstore called the nook and has no time for your nonsense & ideas: rival spy / double agent, normal guy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, another single parent

athanasios wilde (ben barnes) is very, very bored, to the point of insanity ⇾ supernatural: an immortal shapeshifter, ath's lived hundreds of lives in hundreds of bodies ⇾ crime: a significant general in his father's crime family, ath is a particularly unsettling kind of ruthless & ideas: another cursed immortal or someone seeking to become immortal, unsuspecting normie drawn into his bullshit

peregrine talbot (brenton thwaites) is extremely polite, but probably making fun of you ⇾ supernatural: a fae prince, beholden to the 'seelies can't lie' rule, perry is fascinated by mortals, occasionally living among them ⇾ slice of life: trust fund kid with a scholar's mind, perry is actually nice, as long as you don't interrupt him & ideas: mortal who falls into the fae realm, supernatural creature who needs his help, classmate from college, friend from the wrong side of the tracks

taliesin rafferty (darren barnet) is me proving trans guys can be fuckboy dbags too ⇾ slice of life: tal vibes are scrolling grindr while he's on a date with you, sneaking out while you're in the shower, pretending to forget your name so you don't get attached & ideas: best friends with feelings, the guy who sees through his bullshit, the guy he chases long enough to fall for

phoenix dawson (mason gooding) is a genuine, no shit, actual nice guy with no trauma ⇾ slice of life: a dance teacher with a heart of gold, nix believes in random acts of kindness, smiling at strangers, and telling the people you love how much you love them loudly and often & ideas: long term boyfriend / husband for domestic cuteness, trainwreck best friend he's always there to pick up when he falls, guy who bullied him in high school

edoardo "eddie" mancini (frank grillo) is the typical salt of the earth every man, doing his best to get by ⇾ slice of life: after the tragic death of his wife, eddie is finally forced to confront the secret he's always kept about his sexuality and hopefully figure out some kind of happiness (while his kids [24 - 38] mock him for being uncool) ⇾ any other genre: bewildered mechanic stumbles into supernatural shit / ends up in the apocalypse / some other shit, chaos ensues & ideas: someone from his past he once hooked up with, a friend of one of his kids, please lord let him get picked up at like a farmer's market or some shit, customer who leaves his number, barista who writes flirty messages on his cup, etc

[busterstrouble]

Your transgressions are mine as well Anger grows in my bones if you could not tell But I'll find comfort in company Lord forgive us, my boys and me

Birthday — Dec 5th 1986 Zodiac Sign — Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising MBTI — ENTJ Enneagram — Type 8 Primary Vice — viscous Primary Virtue — charismatic Element — Fire 

Overview:

Mother — Judy Palmerteri Father — John Palmerteri Mother’s Occupation — unknown Father’s Occupation —unknown Family Finances — unknon Birth Order — Only child Brothers —  10 foster brothers over time Sisters — 5 foster sisters over time Other Close Family — Found family - pack in London Members: Rancor, Marshall, Emmett, Phillip, Arthur, Ada Best Friend — Rancor - his alpha was his brother and best friend. He died in front of Buster and he has yet to truly mourn the loss of his friend and leader Other Friends — Marshall and Arthur were his closest minions. They were truly like brothers where they would argue one minute and be friends the next. Emmett was a bit stand off ish and Ada was like a little sister. All died in front of him he has yet to mourn the loss of his friends. Pets — none yet Home Life During Childhood — was in 5 different foster homes before he turned 8 years old. Was used as a pawn to get more money from the government. Was always reminded by the other foster kids that he was nothing and was just being used. Town or City Name(s) —Camden Town, London UK What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — The last home he lived in Buster only had an air mattress on the floor of a living room. He had to have it deflated and put away before foster dad was awake at 0600 or he would suffer repercussions Any Sports or Clubs — Buster joined a rugby team with his pack brothers - Very big fan of rugby Favorite Toy or Game — did not have any toys or games as a child - as an adult he does enjoy billiards and gambling Schooling — never attended school as a mundus - Rancor ensured that him and his brothers attended school as they grew up - he would consider going to college even as a 30 yr old Favorite Subject — Government Popular or Loner — He was an outcast by nature as a child. Once he was in his pack he was rather popular...his natural personality and demeanor created a hierarchy and he has the ability to draw people in. Important Experiences or Events —leaving his final foster home for the first time - following rancor to a local pub and being turned - never looking back Nationality — English Culture — English Religion and beliefs — undecided

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Tom Hardy Complexion — fair skin with an olive tone - freckles across his nose Hair Colour — very dirty blonde Eye Colour — bright blue Height — 6’3” Build — tall, stocky, muscular build Tattoos — covered - across his chest and upper arms down to his wrists - stand outs: The British Flag on his chest, a traditional style wolf on his forearm, a pinup girl on his left arm Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — high fade on both side, top kept longer and slicked back Clothing Style — nothing too crazy...jeans and a shirt...leather jacket Mannerisms —natural scowl and a smirk Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — cannot remember the last time he was sick Physical Ailments — nothing Neurological Conditions — none Allergies —  none Grooming Habits — he is very clean even though his hands always appear dirty from work Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little Eating Habits —doesnt really think about food - eats whenever he feels like it or remembers Exercise Habits —  very regimented and has a work out schedule. Very strong even outside his wolf form. Emotional Stability — very short fuse and does not know how to process emotions - usually suppresses them Sociability — avoids most social situations unless he is getting something out of it or he feels like being a troll and instigating Addictions — nicotine Drug Use — no thanks  Alcohol Use — socially

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless Good Habits — very determined, tenacious, head strong, charismatic Best Characteristic — he really does have a soft spot for the underdog - he will take the lowly in and protect them from those he deems too high and mighty Worst Characteristic — rude impulsive and abrasive Worst Memory —standing in the middle of harold square watching a sidewalk artist create a giant merry go round with chalk. It was very busy and very crowded. Turning around and noticing that his mother and father were gone. He was only 4 but he remembers it scene by scene - they left him? They werent looking for him? Running around frantically trying to find them only to be left in London without anyone. Best Memory — being turned Proud of —the life he has built for himself Embarrassed by — his inability to form relationships Driving Style —very conservative on his motorcycle besides the speed Strong Points — determined, strong willed, confident Attitude — rude, judgemental, unbothered Weakness — family Fears — letting someone in Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — in swyn lake he is not out as a wolf Regrets — none. Feels Vulnerable When - when someone truly sees him Pet Peeves — incompetence Conflicts — tbd  Motivation — to be nothing like those who think they have it better than anyone -to build a new pack in the memory of his fallen Short Term Goals and Hopes — create a home in swyn lake, create a pack or at least a plan for one Long Term Goals and Hopes —open a motorcycle shop Sexuality — straight Day or Night Person — both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist  Greatest Want —a pack Greatest Need — a pack

Likes and Styles:

Music — americana, 80s hair metal. Books —does enjoy reading historical fiction and fantasy novels Foods —  anything with ranch, pot pies, meat pies, candy Drinks — plain tea, coke, beer Animals —wolves Sports — Rugby Social Issues — anarchy Favorite Saying —i create my own trouble Color — grey and dark green Clothing — jeans and a shirt... Jewelry — has two rings on his left hand Games —gambling TV Shows — sons of anarchy , game of thrones, band of brothers Movies — War Movies, action movies, period movies

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Southern Isle Household furnishings — His room is just a bed and a nigh stand pairs with a rack for clothes and a book shelf. The spare room is bare - with a few motorcycle parts. The living room has a giant leather couch and some antiques for tables and shelves. There is a tv but he does not use it much. Most Cherished Possession — journal. Neighborhood — Southern Isle Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No Significant Other Before — a few short term girlfriends and a lot of random hook ups Children —  None!  Relationship with Family — has no contact with his parents - they could be dead or alive. His found family is all deceased. Car — vintage indian motorcycle Career —  mechanic Dream Career —  Own his own motorcycle shop Dream Life —  have a pack of his own, create a monoply with pack - providing a business for hire - body guards...gambling...hitmen but all under the table - while running his own motorcycle shop letting the underlings do the real work unless he actually needed to show his face Love Life —  single and ready to mingle  Talents or Skills —very skilled mechanic  Intelligence Level — very smart almost too smart but does not let it show Finances — grew up with nothing - has a lot of savings and investments but does not show it - will keep it hidden to fit in with society.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Parker Anthelm Sheamus Rylee Kelcey Nemo Liam Magni Fergus Cartwright

Meaning of Name:  Parker: Park Keeper. Anthelm: "wrath, zeal" combined with helm meaning "helmet, protection". Sheamus: Supplanter. Rylee: Courageous. Kelcey: Brave. Nemo: Nobody. Liam: Strong-willed Warrior. Magni: Strong. Fergus: Fear 'man' + gus 'vigor', 'force', or possibly 'choice'. Cartwright: A maker of carts.

Nickname(s):  Park, Nemo, Lee, 

Age: Unknown age (Appears 40)

Birthday: August 3

Species/Nationality: Snake/Human Hybrid, American

Accent: No

Language spoken: Sign Language, English, Snake,

Powers:

Snake Physiology

Tsuchinoko

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Deaf, Cold temperatures, Vision impairment, Allergic to spider wasps, 

Pet: No

Occupation: Inventor

Faceclaim: Tom Hardy

Description: He has olive white skin, Cold light green eyes, and short light brown hair. There’s a scar on his torso. His right eye is odd, covering it up with a patch. Has a snake birthmark on his tongue, which is also permanently shaped like a snake tongue. Scaled patches of skin and snake-like eyes at times.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Backpack,

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 145

Body Build: Average muscle/Lean

Backstory/Background:

Before Parker’s birth one of his parents had been a young child, themself. It was his mother, in this case. Who had been with a group of her friends out in the woods one day. What had happened that day with the young group of friends would change the course of all of their descendants life's going on into the future. While the children had been out in those woods they came across some crows. In a moment of making bad choices the children attacked the crows, murdering one. Because of this a witch appeared to them and cursed the children. That curse would be carried with Parker’s mother throughout the rest of her life.

When Parker was born he was born unlike other baby’s, at least unlike many other baby’s, aside from those who were also born the children of the ones that participated in the murder of the crow. He was born from a hardened egg. Which his mother had laid. This was bad enough that his parents, traumatized by this, left the boy in the woods to die. But this was not to be Parker’s lot in life. Fate had certainly had different plans for the boy. A pack of Werewolves had been passing by and saw the egg. Taking pity on it they took the egg in and brought it to their home. There Parker’s egg would hatch and he would be raised by wolves.

As a young boy Parker would often explore the woods around his adopted family’s pack. He would soon stumble upon a woman in those very woods who had taken an interest in Parker. Parker’s werewolf family would warn him to stay away from the woman. When the woman had come to try and take him by asking them if she could have him she was turned away. This woman would wait then for Parker to be alone again. Which eventually would happen, and she would kidnap him from his family, taking him far away to a new home where she was to keep him and teach him how to become more like a human, than a wolf, or even a snake.

Parker would often resist her attempts to civilize him and even when showing signs of development he would revert back easily to his wolf personality. Though as he grew up and realized she was never going to let him go back with his adopted family until he was free from her he would try to do what she had asked, waiting for the perfect moment. Parker would mature into a quiet, if a bit aloof teenager and attend a school for those who were born unhuman. He then would find a group of friends at the school and start a club with them. In his time in the high school and in this club Parker would adopt a title of Mystery Type and attend events to help his friends’ schemes throughout their life in high school.

Over his time going to this school Parker would work on himself and find interest in invention. But he would often keep in mind his intention to return home to the family he had come to call his own, the werewolves. That was his ultimate goal overall. He would eventually graduate with high honors at this school and go on to start a career in inventions. Now, he met with the woman who had taken him from his family and took his freedom. Then he would return to the place where the werewolves had once lived. Only what he found there was no one. It seemed they had not lived in that place for a long time. Because of this Parker secluded himself and got completely focused on his inventive work.

Some years later Parker would find himself in the mix with a group that was looking to save the world after a piece of the sky fell. Parker thought at first this claim was quite amusing, the sky falling meaning the end of the world. It was silly to him. But as he watched the group get into more and more trouble his interest would peak and he would eventually bite. Soon joining them on their little escapades to return the piece of the sky back to where it was before it fell and brought the end of the world. Parker was not entirely part of the group. Only showing up at times, using his inventions to help the others in the group and tease them about their nearly failing saving the world. 

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Cold, Sharp-Witted, Cutting, Aggressive, Cunning, Energetic, Stoic, Humorous, Wanderer, Aloof,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Fast talking, Avoids stepping on cracks on sidewalks, Maintains eye contact too long, Doesn’t know how to read, Finds card games annoying, Opportunely arranges things, Answers for others, Paints his nails a different color each week, Has a list of transgressions against him and appropriate revenges for each, Regularly commits petty crimes, Believes in vampires, Highly sensitive to criticism, Prone to hand fidgeting, Skills: Packing Things, Cooking, Farming, Mechanical Engineering, Future Thinking, Voice Impressions, Painting, Throwing, Extreme Sports, Sign Language, Hobbies: Playing board games, Programming, Chainsaw Carving, Watch Making, Anime, Leather Tooling, Soccer, Modeling, Collecting Antiques, Golf, Drawing, Aquascaping, Flea Market Shopping, Poker, Graphitti, Lounging, Palm Reading, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Chess, Home Science Experiments, Puppetry, People Watching, Lockpicking, 

Likes: Antiques, Being touched on the thighs, Clowns, Magic Tricks, Studio Ghibli Movies, Rabbits, Yo-Yo’s, Flying Saucers, Archeology, Hot Water, Rodents, Tennis, Surfing, Comedies, Being in the woods, Leaves, Adventure Movies, Chickens, Falling in love, Thanksgiving, Picking fruits and vegetables, Running, Social Commentary, Theology, Griffons, Martial Arts Movies, Puppets, Snow, Mannequins, 

Dislikes: The color Blue, Late Summer, Mess/Creating mess, Lazer Tag, Elders, Mid-Summer, Listening to music (vibrations), Mountains, Reading, Anthropology, Cryptids, People without Manners, Sick people, Cops, Video Games, Podcasts, Fortune Telling, Aliens, Ants, 

Fears: Being stared at,

Personality Tests:

Other: Leo,  

Parent(s):

   -> Father:

   -> Mother:

Sibling(s): 1 younger brother, 1 younger sister, (Adopted Siblings: Travis Cartwright, Evander, Howard, Tom, Marvin,

Other Relatives:

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

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Information

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                                                            Alternate Universes

[hfrpresources]

This GIF pack currently includes 32 GIFs of Tom Hardy, sized 268x268. They were made from scratch using various interviews. Do not claim as your own, edit, resize, crop out the watermark, or use outside of Hollywood Fame.

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[stannyramirez]

check the source link or HERE for an additional #480 gifs of 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 as 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 (2009) which brings the total to #780. all gifs are 268 px by 165 px and made entirely from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. please REBLOG this post if you found it useful and check my rules for more info.

[manybcdthings]

Name: Brandon "Bear" Weston

Age & Birthday: 45 years old, January 8th 1978

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man He/Him

Birthplace: Hopeful, Georgia

Time in Hollow Cove: 1 week (Nov. 11 2023)

Species: Werewolf -  Mercenary group

Role: Watch / Cook

Positive personality traits: skillful, self sufficient, determined

Negative personality traits: anti-social, intense, temperamental

In 1997 state-wide news stories were inundated with questions about the discovery of a body. It was found at an abandoned site of self built homes by unsuspecting tourists, nestled deep in the rural landscape of Hopeful, Georgia. Eventually, the remains were identified as Jonas Watson (an ex criminal who had been missing since the 60s) and soon another body was found belonging to his wife, Edith Watson, another missing person from a similar time frame. Suddenly the mystery of Hopeful was on the tip of everybody's tongue, picked up continuously by the media as law enforcement tried to piece together their limited evidence. Why were Jonas and Edith missing for so long before they were killed? Who else lived in Hopeful? How many of them were there? Where did they all go?

The mysteries of Hopeful became just that, a ghost story and a gag that some late night shows used as a punch line. Bear and Hawk never talked about their days there, the things they did, the things they were made to do. The arrival of the brothers in Center Hill saw them easily welcomed into the Cross pack, and the violence wasn't something new for them to adjust to. But, when the war began in 2020, the two of them hightailed out of Atlanta before the day of the massacre. They cut their losses and like always, relied on one another to survive. With decent supplies, they spent three years on the road and began a mission all of their own.

Freeing fellow supernaturals. A worthy cause until came the conundrum of what to do with them once they were free and using up their supplies. Thus began their new system – rescue some sorry souls and essentially have them work for the supplies they’re using up. There’d be no leaving their ranks to look for lost friends or family and the only time they offloaded members was when they were switching states or, eventually, countries, and would leave those they deemed less capable behind. Otherwise, they were charging head first into lesser protected towns, taking supplies and goods and doing away with anyone who fought back. 

It’s a brutal way to live but they’ve been doing it for years. They crossed into Canada six months ago and have been rebuilding their numbers. They recently had an encounter with some human mercenaries that left some of their own crew injured. As a result they were holed up in the midst of the storm that came through the region and in the town they were staying in (which they thought would be a safe haven but proved to be abandoned), they found word of Hollow Cove. With some of the wolfsbane and silver injuries resistant to healing, and with low supplies, Hawk, Bear and Tom Hardy decided to head sixty miles south and see what the safe town had to offer. 

[imakegifssometimes]

I’m getting through his interview little by little because gifs help with my depressy lol here’s more Tom Hardy ✨🖤

[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Howard “Hawk” Weston

Age & Birthday: 44 & June 13, 1979

Gender/Pronouns: cis man / he & him 

Birthplace: Hopeful Georgia 

Time in Hollow Cove:  1 Week (Nov 11, 2023)

Species: Mercenary Group  

Roles in Hollow Cove: Soldier / Watcher

Positive traits:  bold, direct, fearless, spontaneous, 

Negative traits: irritable, incorrigible, unpredictable, violent

ABOUT

In 1997 state-wide news stories were inundated with questions about the discovery of a body. It was found at an abandoned site of self built homes by unsuspecting tourists, nestled deep in the rural landscape of Hopeful, Georgia. Eventually, the remains were identified as Jonas Watson (an ex criminal who had been missing since the 60s) and soon another body was found belonging to his wife, Edith Watson, another missing person from a similar time frame. Suddenly the mystery of Hopeful was on the tip of everybody’s tongue, picked up continuously by the media as law enforcement tried to piece together their limited evidence. Why were Jonas and Edith missing for so long before they were killed? Who else lived in Hopeful? How many of them were there? Where did they all go?

The mysteries of Hopeful became just that, a ghost story and a gag that some late night shows used as a punch line. Bear and Hawk never talked about their days there, the things they did, the things they were made to do. The arrival of the brothers in Center Hill saw them easily welcomed into the Cross pack, and the violence wasn’t something new for them to adjust to. But, when the war began in 2020, the two of them hightailed out of Atlanta before the day of the massacre. They cut their losses and like always, relied on one another to survive. With decent supplies, they spent three years on the road and began a mission all of their own.

Over the past three years, they’ve traveled all around the country and became mercenaries. It started as a one time thing to help break some people out of a convoy because he was bored and when he asked Bear if he was down to fight, his brother grunted which he took as a resounding yes. So fight they did. But then came the conundrum of what to do with them once they were free and using up their supplies. Thus began their new system – rescue some sorry souls and essentially have them work for the supplies they’re using up. There’d be no leaving their ranks to look for lost friends or family and the only time they offloaded members was when they were switching states or, eventually, countries, and would leave those they deemed less capable behind. Otherwise, they were charging head first into lesser protected towns, taking supplies and goods and doing away with anyone who fought back. 

It’s a brutal way to live but they’ve been doing it for years. They crossed into Canada six months ago and have been rebuilding their numbers. They recently had an encounter with some human mercenaries that left some of their own crew injured. As a result they were holed up in the midst of the storm that came through the region and in the town they were staying in (which they thought would be a safe haven but proved to be abandoned), they found word of Hollow Cove. With some of the wolfsbane and silver injuries resistant to healing, and with low supplies, Hawk, Bear and Tom Hardy decided to head sixty miles south and see what the safe town had to offer. 

[dan6085]

Here are the top 20 iconic action movies, each with a brief description:

1. **Die Hard (1988):** Directed by John McTiernan, this film stars Bruce Willis as NYPD officer John McClane, who single-handedly takes on a group of terrorists in a Los Angeles skyscraper during a Christmas party.

2. **Mad Max: Fury Road (2015):** Directed by George Miller, this post-apocalyptic action film follows Max Rockatansky (Tom Hardy) and Furiosa (Charlize Theron) as they escape from a tyrannical warlord across a desert wasteland.

3. **Léon: The Professional (1994):** Directed by Luc Besson, this film tells the story of a hitman (Jean Reno) who forms an unusual relationship with a young girl (Natalie Portman) he takes in after her family is killed by corrupt DEA agents.

4. **John Wick (2014):** Directed by Chad Stahelski, Keanu Reeves plays a former hitman seeking vengeance for the death of his beloved dog, taking on the criminal underworld in a stylish and action-packed manner.

5. **The Dark Knight (2008):** Directed by Christopher Nolan, this Batman film features Christian Bale as Batman and Heath Ledger as the Joker, exploring the battle between order and chaos in Gotham City.

6. **Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991):** Directed by James Cameron, this sci-fi action film stars Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator, a cyborg sent back in time to protect John Connor, a future leader, from a more advanced Terminator.

7. **The Matrix (1999):** Directed by the Wachowski siblings, Keanu Reeves stars as Neo, a computer hacker who discovers the truth about the reality he lives in and becomes a hero in a virtual world.

8. **Gladiator (2000):** Directed by Ridley Scott, this historical action film stars Russell Crowe as Maximus Decimus Meridius, a former Roman general seeking vengeance against the corrupt emperor who killed his family.

9. **Inception (2010):** Directed by Christopher Nolan, this mind-bending action film features Leonardo DiCaprio as a thief who enters people's dreams to steal their secrets, exploring the concept of shared dreaming.

10. **Braveheart (1995):** Directed by Mel Gibson, this historical epic follows William Wallace (Mel Gibson), a Scottish knight who leads a rebellion against the English during the First War of Scottish Independence.

11. **The Bourne Identity (2002):** Directed by Doug Liman, this film stars Matt Damon as Jason Bourne, a man suffering from amnesia who discovers he's a trained assassin, leading to a thrilling chase across Europe.

12. **Speed (1994):** Directed by Jan de Bont, this action thriller stars Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock as they try to prevent a bomb from exploding on a city bus if its speed drops below 50 miles per hour.

13. **Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) / Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004):** Directed by Quentin Tarantino, these films follow The Bride (Uma Thurman) on her quest for vengeance against her former associates in a stylized and violent manner.

14. **The Raid: Redemption (2011):** Directed by Gareth Evans, this Indonesian action film showcases a SWAT team trapped in a high-rise building filled with criminals, leading to intense and martial arts-infused combat scenes.

15. **Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000):** Directed by Ang Lee, this martial arts epic features a mix of romance and action, telling the story of legendary warriors in ancient China.

16. **The Avengers (2012):** Directed by Joss Whedon, this superhero ensemble film brings together Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, and others to save the world from a powerful alien threat.

17. **Aliens (1986):** Directed by James Cameron, this sci-fi action film is a sequel to Ridley Scott's "Alien" and follows Ellen Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) as she returns to the planet where the alien creatures were first encountered.

18. **Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981):** Directed by Steven Spielberg, this adventure film introduces Indiana Jones (Harrison Ford), an archaeologist and adventurer, as he races against Nazi agents to find the Ark of the Covenant.

19. **Django Unchained (2012):** Directed by Quentin Tarantino, this Western film stars Jamie Foxx as Django, a freed slave who teams up with a bounty hunter (Christoph Waltz) to rescue his wife from a brutal plantation owner.

20. **Enter the Dragon (1973):** Directed by Robert Clouse, this martial arts film stars Bruce Lee as a martial artist who infiltrates a deadly crime lord's island tournament, showcasing Lee's incredible fighting skills.

These films have been celebrated for their thrilling action sequences, compelling characters, and enduring influence on the action genre in cinema.