#born. 1987

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Manny Jacinto!

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[neeetr]

so exam season huh

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

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"It was a nice piece of work, Kingpin. You shouldn't have signed it". Daredevil: Born Again. 1987 trade paperback collection of the classic DD story by Frank Miller and David Mazzucchelli. I would probably rate this as Miller's best work.

[enquiringangel]

Thrillseeker

[pre-canon drabble of Star/David but can be read as platonic-ish. Just like the movie. CW for misogyny/slut shaming (from Star’s asshole mom]

When David offered her a ride on the back of his bike and a place to stay, Star should have been wary. The reasons not to go with him were obvious: they had only met yesterday, no one knew where she was going and there was nobody to miss her, she was a young woman going off alone with four young men to an unknown destination. Anything might happen.

She could hear her mother now, boys like that are only after one thing, you stupid slut. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you. She’d always spoken like Star was putting it about to half the neighborhood, when in reality she had only ever slept with one boy.

Star climbed on the back of the bike.

Her mother could burn in hell.

She arranged her skirts as she settled herself behind David and hooked her arms around his waist. He was leaner than he looked, but reassuringly solid under her hands. When he started the engine, the bike throbbed powerfully between her thighs. He gunned the throttle a few times to show off, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk. “Hold on tight, babe.”

The ride out to the bluff was possibly the most exhilarating experience of her life. Roads meant nothing; the boys went where they pleased; on road, off road, down stairs, along the sand, weaving through the pilings under the pier and the densely wooded track up the hill. Branches glanced off Star’s arms and leaves caught in her hair but she didn’t feel them. Her heart was racing; she’d never known such speed, such power. It was almost like flying.

When they reached the bluff a thick fog had rolled in from the sea, the lamp of the lighthouse revolving high above the churning mist that was like a sea below it. David drove on recklessly, heedless of the danger.

Star looked around uneasily. She couldn’t see a thing around them, not even the other bikes, which she only knew were still there by the roar of the engines. If that was the lighthouse, then they must be on the cliff, right? “David,” she called, her voice lost to the wind. “David, slow down.”

He ignored her, though she knew he must have heard; she could feel laughter vibrating in his chest.

At this rate, his showing off was going to get them both killed. “David!”

There was a break in the fog ahead of them. The headlamp of the motorcycle illuminated the cliff’s edge, approaching at alarming speed.

Helpless, Star clung on for dear life and watched death approach.

David veered sharply at the last possible moment and braked hard. The motorcycle skidded to the very edge of the cliff and came to a stop. Star’s skirt fluttered in the breeze overhanging the sheer drop to the waves below. Star looked down at the dark waves with their glistening caps of pale foam, then up at David’s grinning face.

Relief swept over her so powerfully that it felt like she was high. Giddy laughter burst out of her. Her heart was pounding like crazy and her every nerve was singing.

In the face of her joy, David laughed too, the pair of them straddling the bike and the cliff’s edge, with nothing but air between them and certain death.

Star had never felt so alive.

[aeolianblues]

pop stars aren't born in the 70s anymore like they used to be. These days they're born in a year uncomfortably close to my own which makes me clutch my chest and cry out

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Paul: *sighing dreamily* look how pretty our baby Mama is~... I yell ya, she just glows in that early trimester doesn't she?

Chrysta, *in a robe covered in blood that she hasn't washed in a week, messy tangled curlers in her hair, bags that could carry luggage under her eyes, a breast pump I'm one hand and a baby in the other wearing a shirt covered in chicken noodle soup stains that doesn't even fit over her little baby bump*: Actually take a swan dive onto a stake for me, would ya?

[filmjunky-99]

h a p p y b i r t h d a y

Rupert Graves

30 June 1963

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[pic: graves as alec scudder, maurice, 1987]

[emositecc]

Wait a second. Was Scratch born on 1978???

[twig-gy]

i was born in 1987 so i don't know what sex is sorry

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[angelunderheaven]

bedroom, 1987

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Full Metal Jacket (1987) dir. Stanley Kubrick

[petergabrielyuri]

the best part of maurice hands down is when maurice shows up at clive's place just to say "your groundskeeper and i fucked nasty in your house." and then leaves his life forever

[remembertheplunge]

November 20, 1987 9:33pm Friday

We talked real talk in the heart of life

This is a desperate household.

Mom, in a drunken stupor, and yet clearly honest, said "I'm tired. I want it to end. I don't know how (to kill myself).

I said "You are perfect as you are. Including your wish to end it all. But, you can never "not exist". She said "But, I don't want to continue to exist in any fashion. I want it ended. And I replied "Just as you experience each day dawning anew, you cannot just quit existing---this part of you will "be" with other parts. Whatever choice you make will be OK. She said "I was not meant to be--my mother was 40 (when I was born). I said "You are...you chose to be...you are learning lessons now you chose to learn. She said "It's my fault that you are an attorney. I said "You can't take responsibility for anyone else's life. And, besides, I love being an attorney. (She was referring to the rough time I was having at the Public Defender's office then).

So, we talked real talk in life's heart. Neither of us are dying immediately. rare talk in the heart of life. Good talk

End of this part of the entry

Notes: 4/28/2024

My parents lived in their home in Atwater California in 1987. Before my mother's birthday in 1930, her mother had her tubes tied so that she could not have more children. At that time, she had 9 kids. Despite the procedure, my mother was conceived and was born. This may be what Mom was referring to when she said she should not have been born. My Mom had a problem with alcohol and it could take her into dark ugly places and moods. That's the state that she was in when we had the above conversation. Although we were estranged toward the end of her life , in our last conversation a year before her death she told me that she had quit drinking. She died in 2012. The family withheld the cause of her death from me until last June. I was told then that she died of pancreatic cancer. I don't know where her remains are.