#Sommersby

[blackinperiodfilms]

James Earl Jones (1931 - 2024)

A beloved EGOT with a film and stage career as memorable as his distinguished voice.

[polish-lolita]

[myforeverworldofmovies]

endless list of my favourite couples:

20. Laura & Jack (sommersby)

[mydarkmaterials]

[pastordude87]

Hidden Valley, the Set for Sommersby

[cinnamoncatto]

Do you ever just stay up until 5 AM then wake up at 3 in the afternoon and have a beer and coffee for breakfast

[pitske]

Brockenstein's most wanted! @tectco

[seagull-scribbles]

Last Ko-Fi commission, for @thehunterpersian

[hunter-husky]

Patron request sketch 177

"King gorge getting knocked out by george sommersby. KG underestimated his opponent causing sommersby to easily dominate the fight and land a right hook knocking out KG and causing his mouth piece to fly out of KGS mouth." now this picture, this one speaks to me

[buildingnothingoutofsomething]

do you have any long drink or cider recs im planning on disco elysiuming it up at an omena hotel room before my flight next month

Lord i never drink any fun flavored ones ... red grapufruit is the best lonkero flavour and also that lime vodka shit they sell in lidl

rule of thumb pear cider is always better than apple... this is what seperates the men from boys

[lw77]

Diet Pepsi 💈 (LSxMV)

Chapter 1. - Angel

Max wants more than just a sub.

Who knew helping his dad at the shop would become his own personal brand of torture. He knew his dad had regulars, but he thought they’d be – old men regulars not whatever these chippendale escapees were. 

Apparently they’re contractors, who look like every middle-aged woman’s fantasy. Including Logan’s. 

And like clock-work, the group of men enter, a few heading to the drinks and some to his mom’s home-made subs. He hears Danny’s loud laugh, followed by Charles snickering as they tease their other colleague, George, Logan’s mind helpfully supplies, as he shows them something on his phone.

Logan wonders where the other one is, Max, all ruddy cheeks, bright blue eyes and big arms, who’s sadly amiss as he looks towards the floor. 

It’s embarrassing really, how at twenty-one Logan is like a school boy with a crush. If he ever confessed all the things he’s thought, fantasised about or, God, he inwardly groans, dreamt since seeing that man, it would have his Priest drowning him in holy water. 

A tap at the counter knocks Logan out of his thoughts, as he sees Danny in front of him ready to cash out. Like he knew what was going through Logan’s head, Danny’s smile stretched wider, “What’s wrong Logie boy, you disappointed it's just us today?” 

Logan squeaks as he’s caught out, face aflame, “No idea what you’re talking about, um– will that be all?” gesturing to the stack of subs and drinks Danny’s placed on the counter. 

“I think you doooo Logie boy.” Danny croons winking, as Logan speeds up his scanning before Danny can say anything else. It doesn’t stop the man from resting his forearms on the counter and wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re awful, I’m telling my mom not to make any more of her salami subs.” Logan whines, trying to threaten Danny’s favourite sub away in hopes of ending his teasing. 

Danny smiles cheekily in response, “Your mother loves me, she would never do that” as he taps his credit card on the reader. 

Putting the items in plastic bags, “Maybe I’ll just throw them all away then.” Logan says petulantly. Taking the bags from Logan, “Oh come on Logie boy, that would just be wasteful. Now don’t you worry, he’ll be back next week!” Danny shouts with one last wink as he heads out. 

It’s loud enough that Charles and George, who were still hanging by the front, look up and laugh as if they know exactly who Danny is referring to. It makes Logan let out an embarrassed “Danny” as he hears the group’s laughter continue out the store. 

_______________________

Logan is snug in their usual booth, waiting for Alex and Oscar to return with their first round. They’re celebrating Alex’s new job tonight.

“Alright, two pitchers of beer for us and a Sommersby cooler for the princess!” Oscar announces loudly as he sets down their drinks. Logan snatches the cooler and pulls it closer.

“Oh, come on, Logie bear. You know we’re just teasing you,” Alex says, only making Logan scowl more.

“Seriously, what’s gotten into you this week? Did your mom accidentally sew up your fuck-me jeans again or something?” Oscar asks, furrowing his brows in genuine curiousity.

Logan groans and sinks further into his seat. “No, worse.”

“Did she try to set you up with one of her awkward co-op students again?” Alex asks.

Sitting up, Logan protests, “Okay, that was one time! Checo was sweet—he just had really sweaty hands.” Realizing how pitiful that sounds once he says it, he rests his head against the booth's cushion.

Alex and Oscar sit in silence, giving him space to finally share what’s bothering him.

“You know those hot regulars my dad has? The Chippendale escapee contractors? Danny Ricc—you know him, Alex.” Leaning in, Logan hisses, “Well, they definitely know I’m into their friend or colleague, whatever he is.”

“Yeah well, Logan, you’re not exactly subtle. It’s pretty obvious you’ve got a crush on that guy,” Oscar replies, in an all too annoyingly factual tone, Logan decides.

“And your pupils get huge dude when you like someone. There’s no hiding your attraction buddy,” Alex adds, raising his hands in surrender.

“Oh my god, how am I going to face him now that I know his friends know? Meaning, he knows too. So mortifying,” Logan says, fully aware he’s whining when they’re supposed to be celebrating Alex. “Sorry, I’ll snap out of it… or I’ll move out of town.” He says the last part a little too seriously for his friends.

“Anyway, that’s my week. Now—Alex, come on, tell us about the job! The floor is yours.” Logan gestures with a flourish.

Alex and Oscar share a look. “I got hired to consult as an architect.”

Logan perks up and excitedly congratulates Alex, asking where. “At Danny Ric’s company—your favorite!”

“Oh my god, you’re going to be a part of the Chippendale escapees?” Logan squeals, both hands slammed on the table as he leans over in excitement.

Oscar, observing the scene then asks, “Time for a cheers then?”

“To Alex joining the Chippendale escapees!” they cheer, clinking their beers and can together.

“Oh my god, you’re going to work with Max. Alex, you love me, right? You’ll tell me if he ever talks about me, or if he says I’m cute?” Logan continues, getting even more embarrassing. Oblivious to the widening eyes of Alex and Oscar as they glance behind him.

“…Oh my god, he came in muscle tee a few weeks ago and I just wanted to bite his biceps because they looked so big and they are so big—”

“Ow! What the hell, Oscar? We use our words now.” Logan admonishes, bending in his seat to rub where he got kicked. But he freezes as he hears a familiar laugh. Looking up, he sees Danny standing by their table, amused, and oh god, Max, arms crossed and wearing an equally amused expression.

Now looking no better than his best friends, Logan’s eyes are wide, his face is scarlet, and his mouth hangs open in shock as he realizes they must have heard everything—or at least enough. Maybe he can learn to love Checo’s moist, moist, hands because Mexico is definitely far enough.

“Hey, boys, didn’t mean to interrupt your evening. Just came over to congratulate our dear little Alex on joining the company! Our youngest yet!” Danny sings, wiping a tear for dramatic effect.

Meanwhile, Logan, snapping out of his deer-in-headlights look, is now studiously examining the table varnish, hoping the two men forget his earlier soliloquy over the other's (big) arms.

Good-naturedly, Alex invites Danny and Max to join them in the booth, leaving Logan pressed arm to leg against Max, his best friend completely uncaring of Logan’s gay panic.

Logan starts drinking from his can, hoping to avoid any conversation. But before long, Danny, Alex, and Oscar finish the two pitchers and decide they need to get the next round. Logan’s eyes widen as he mentally pleads, *Don’t leave me alone.* But both Oscar and Alex blissfully ignore him.

Staring at his drink as if it's the most interesting thing, Logan catches a glimpse of Max turning his way.

“Heard you missed me at the store.”

Logan looks at him, feeling his cheeks flush. As Alex pointed out earlier, his attraction to Max is probably written all over his face.

“I—um, no, just wondering where you all were,” he stutters, wetting his lips. “Not just you.” He leans back against the wall as Max essentially cages him in the booth, one arm resting on the back and the other bent on the table. Max’s body warmth and sandalwood cologne envelop Logan, blanketing his senses. Max’s gaze drops to Logan’s lips, a small smirk playing on his face, "Really?" he prompts, "Ye-yeah" Logan breathes out, Max's eyes flick up to Logan's at his answer and his lips break into a smile as he replies simply “Okay, if you say so.”  And, all too soon, he leans back, creating some space as the sounds of the bar filter in again, grounding Logan, feeling like he must be in heaven with Max so close.

Clearing his throat as Danny and the others join the table, Logan sits up, gratefully accepting a new can from Oscar, who gives him a knowing look while subtly elbowing Alex. Now both friends are watching him with knowing smiles, taking in his flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

Logan glares back but falters when he feels a big hand settle just above his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. He realises he’s being asked a question. “Oh—I'm sorry, what?” he asks, confused, snapping his gaze to Max. 

It’s Danny, looking past Max with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He repeats his earlier question, fully aware of why Logan is distracted. “I asked if you’re excited to see your best friend every day now. Since your mom’s subs are legendary. And essential to a good work day”

Logan’s disbelief drips from his tone as he asks, “Even if all we have is the veggie one, Danny?” He raises his eyebrows for added effect.

Danny crosses his hand over his heart dramatically. “Even the veggie one, Logie boy! Although some of us come for the service too.” He finishes with a sidelong glance at Max.

Max, whose relaxed against the booth with his body still angled toward Logan and a comfortable hand resting on Logan’s thigh from when he squeezed it earlier to get his attention. At Danny’s insinuation, Max looks down at Logan, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gives Logan’s thigh another gentle squeeze, this time higher up, and shrugs.

The warmth from Max's touch sends a flutter through Logan's stomach, mingling with a simmering feeling in his chest that he can’t quite identify.

Thankfully, Logan is saved from responding as Oscar pulls Danny’s attention away, asking what project they’ll be starting on.

In the most teasing tone he can muster despite his fluster, he whispers, “So, service?” Looking up at Max from beneath his eyelashes.

Max leans in closer, his voice low. “You’re not the only one who's been looking, Angel.”

Logan’s face heats up further. The nickname doesn’t help his battle against arousal or the realisation that he was not subtle at all.

He blinks as he responds with a soft “uh-huh,” nodding his head, his mind feeling like cotton from their proximity and Max’s admission of mutual attraction.

Max’s gaze drifts to Logan’s lips just as Logan nervously bites his bottom lip. He’s on the verge of saying something—or maybe hoping for something more—when a cough interrupts them, making both of them look up at a smirking Danny.

“While the image of you two is a relief, we have to head back. Poker night! We just had to stop to congratulate you, Alex, on joining us.”

Logan, embarrassed by Danny’s comment, groans into his hands, while Alex thanks Danny brightly. Glancing at Danny, as he waits for Max, he leans into Logan’s ear, whispering, “See you tomorrow, Angel,” and with one last squeeze to Logan's thigh he’s out of the booth and heading for the door behind Danny. Leaving Logan bright red, his arousal flashing like a stop sign, and his two best friends laughing at his expression.  

Unhelpfully, Alex says, “Guess this means you don’t have to skip town anymore.” To which Oscar shouts, “Hear! Hear!” Logan can’t help but giggle, his embarrassment fading as he nods in agreement.

Chapter 2 of Diet Pepsi- Here

Author's note: So I listened to Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae and I just kept seeing buff/fit Max (white t-shirt, gold cross in blue jeans) and Logan vm baby boy/angel and big blown out eyes and parted lips when Max comes into his dad's store with his co-workers/friends. (i was going for a lil age diff but mostly size difference)

also i was gonna make it hotter but its like jesus had a hand on my shoulder as i got to it. maybe next chapter

[raplinenthusiasts]

get to know me via 5 drinks

thanks @rainbowcoloredpalmtrees 💛

Coffee but like half milk and tons of sugar in it

Water I drink lots of it

Capri Sun orange

Sommersby blackberry

Pepsi

tagging: @cordiallyfuturedwight @epiphanytear @hobismimi @enchantedlaufeyson @goodsoop @kimtaegis @leesjieuns

[kevrocksicehouse]

James Earl Jones

1931-2024

It makes a kind of sense that James Earl Jones, one of the most revered actors of his time, was best known to most people for two voice roles, as Mufasa, the murdered and avenged sovereign in Disney’s 1993 The Lion King and of course as the voice of the masked Sith Lord Darth Vader in the Star Wars series (1977-2016), arguably the most iconic villain of all time. Hollywood racism had something to do with that, as did Jones preference for the greater opportunities of the stage (he would win three Tonys, one for Lifetime achievement). But there was the voice itself, a rich authoritative baritone that commanded respect if not deference, that could make the line “I find your lack of faith disturbing” both chilling and funny, that could turn his climactic speech in Field of Dreams (“This field, this game – it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be”) from sentimental kitsch to plainspoken poetry.

On the Stage he would perform the works of Shakespeare, Eugene O’Neill, Tennessee Wiliams and August Wilson but in film he was more often used to lend gravitas and dignity to  films like the Tom Clancy adaptations: 1990’s The Hunt for Red October, Patriot Games and Clear and Present Danger (1990 1992 and 1994-- he played an admiral), 1993’s Sommersby (a judge) and the wrongheaded 1986 Soul Man (a distinguished Law Professor trying to school a white student who used tanning pills to turn himself black – it was the 80s). He made his debut as one of the bomber crew helping Slim Pickens destroy the world in Stanley Kubrick’s Dr Strangelove (1964); was Oscar-nominated  for reprising his Tony-winning role as Jack Jefferson, (a boxer not-so-loosely based on Jack Johnson) in Martin Ritts’s 1970 The Great White Hope; played a garbageman courting Diahann  Carroll in 1974’s Claudine. He was a scientist/Demon fighter in John Boorman’s utterly bonkers Exorcist II: The Heretic (1978) and Thulsa Doom, the snake cult leading archenemy of Arnold Schwarzenegger as Conan The Barbarian (John Milius, 1982); A sergeant who loves the army but hates the (Vietnam) war in Francis Ford Coppola’s underrated Gardens of Stone (1987).  Not a bad career for a side hustle. And that voice….

[incrediblyfastfilms]

as Lt. Lothar Zogg in Dr. Strangelove or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb (1964; director Stanley Kubrick)

as Jack Jefferson in The Great White Hope (1970; director Martin Ritt)

as Douglass Dilman in The Man (1972; director Joseph Sargent)

as Barney Hill in The UFO Incident (1975; director Richard A. Colla)

as Leon Carter, All-Star in Bingo Long's Traveling All-Stars & Motor Kings (1976; director John Badham)

as (the voice of) Darth Vader in STAR WARS (1977; director George Lucas), The Empire Strikes Back (1980; director Irvin Kershner), and Return of the Jedi (1983; director Richard Marquand)

as Thulsa Doom in CONAN the barbarian (1982; director John Milius)

as 'Goody' Nelson in Gardens of Stone (1987; director Francis Ford Coppola)

as Few Clothes Johnson in Matewan (1987; director John Sayles)

as King Jaffe Joffer in Coming to America (1988; director John Landis)

as Terence Mann in Field of Dreams (1989; director Phil Alden Robinson)

as Admiral Greer in The Hunt for Red October (1990; director John McTiernan), Patriot Games (1992; director Phillip Noyce), Clear and Present Danger (1995; director Phillip Noyce)

as Judge Issacs in Sommersby (1993; director John Amiel)

as Rev. Stephen Kumalo in Cry, the Beloved Country (1995; director Darrell Roodt)

as Felix Wilson in the 6th season 3-part episode of HOMICIDE life on the street, "Blood Ties" (Oct. 1997; directors Alan Taylor Nick Gomez Mark Pellington)

And so, another one of the Greats passes on....

[fantastictyphoonpeanut]

...yes...and... (FTP)

Publicity shot for the 1993 film 'Sommersby'

[markatoto]

I don't know whether you're a big drinker or not, but I wonder: what are your top five/five go do alcoholic bevvies? (I don't drink/I don't know are perfectly acceptable answers, I'm just curious)

im actually not a big drinker but when the mood strikes, i am very much a cider guy! i dont know if i have a top five... so ill just list off the top 5 most common things i throw back when i get in the drinky mood and we'll call that the top five, if thats okay with you guys! 1. like i said, i am a cider guy. most times im feelin drinky, i grab myself a crisp cider for that good good time. in particular, my go to is a green apple sommersby, its cool, refreshing and just very nice to drink. great on most occasions, especially a hot summers' day!

2. sometimes if i wanna get sillay, then having a vodka is a REAL nice way of getting to that point. i dont know what brands are good or whats a good vodka overall, but i remember there was a time in my life where i was getting, no joke, these small crystal skull vodkas pretty often. what can i say, they looked cool...

3. i am NOT a beer person what-so-ever, but if we end up going to a local bar and they have local drinks, i do fancy this local brand called "Jelly King", which is, to me, the best beer that tastes the least like a beer, in my opinion. it's good, but its entirely a local brew only option. otherwise, i dont really fuck with most beers

4. okay, i know this is going to be the answer of answers for most drinks, but sometimes a CLAW (whiteclaw) can just set the mood right. it's light, refreshing, cheap, and (mostly) tastes good. and you can have a good amount of em and feel that sillay at a certain point. if i had a favourite flavour, it's probably the lime.

5. okay, this is going to be EXTRA silly, and its been a while since ive had one, but honestly, there was this root beer vodka that i remember thoroughly enjoying from a couple years ago. i REALLY liked it but thats more for like... a special treat time. it's also extremely silly. very very goofy aah drink. small shoutouts to smirnoff for also being another funny little drink thats relatively cheap AND if you drink enough of it you can definitely get into sillay mode with it. in particular, i like the berry blast flavor that tastes like a melted popsicle. but yeah, its fine, if not juvenile LOL

and thats about all i think of off the top of my head! i hope that was good enough!