#doc holliday from tombstone movie

[curlysgirl0202]

DOC HOLLIDAY AND RINGO'S RIVALRY STORY EXERPT!!!! From the Short Story, Holliday and Ringo: Song of Rivals.

Doc Holliday Angers Johnny Ringo in this scene.

Ringo looks up and slowly nods. He stands, his unreadable poker face staring at the exit. He follows the others out and then sees you walking out of the back wing of the theater. He swallows hard and adjusts his hat, clearing his throat. Curly Bill sees you and then looks at Ringo. Curly chuckles. "Good luck, Juanito, round two!"

Ringo shows a small smile and walks towards you.

You stop walking while Ringo moves closer to you. He can feel his face grow red and flushed by his own shyness. He walks as confidently as he can. He's delighted when you smile at him and you appear more beautiful than he recalls. He tips his hat to you.

"Good evening, YN," Ringo says. He takes his hat off and holds it in his hands, trying not to rock back and forth on his feet, showing his fear.

"It's Johnny, right?" You ask, the smile never leaving your face.

Ringo feels a sense of relief that you offer your consideration even though you only met him once at the hotel restaurant.

"Yes, ma'am," he responds. It's tough for him to say much else because of his nervousness; not just because he doesn't want to endure the humilation Doc would rain over him, but also because each time he sees you, he becomes more smitten with you.

"Well, it's nice to see you, Johnny," you beam.

Ringo to his own surprise smiles back at you, keeping your large liquid eyes in his memory.

"It's real nice to see you. I enjoyed your performance. It was as lovely as you," Ringo remarks, suddenly feeling that hot and flushed feeling. He recalls experiencing similar emotions when the girls at church would turn around to get a glimpse of the mysterious boy called Johnny Ringo.

"A lovely lady like yourself should have an escort," Johnny clears his throat. "I would like to ensure your safety this evening. You may have noticed, it gets wild here, especially at night."

You smile up at Johnny, who you can't help but like; he held himself like an aristrocratic cowboy. He suddenly snaps back from his shyness. "Unless you already have one." Ringo looks at his boots, still holding his hat.

"No, I don't," you convey softly. You shake your head and then glace back at the gentleman gunfighter.

"It would be an honor to ensure your safety." Johnny puts his hat back on and waits for your response. He feels a slow ember of confidence begin to burn in his heart. He knows he's not as sophisticated as Doc Holliday, but Ringo has a charm that is as interesting as it is mysterious.

"Thank you, Mr. Ringo," you finally answer.

"Johnny." He tells you.

You nod and take his arm. Johnny Ringo walks with pride down the street with you, moving towards the shops that line the town. A few jewelry stores, a music shop that sells various instruments, a stationary, small art museum, photography studio and other small boutiques that offer the latest styles and custom dress making and a tailor. Several barber shops also line the street and other clothing stores.

Johnny desperately tries to think of something to say. "It's a lovely evening for a walk through town," he says in a soft voice.

"It is," you answer, not sure what to make of this mysterious gunfighter.

"Let me know where you're headed. I'll make sure you get there safely," Ringo tells you, looking straight ahead.

"Well, you begin. "I'm going to the hotel to rest."

Johnny nods his head and escorts you to the Grand Hotel. He takes his hat off and waits for you to disappear up the stairs and into the lobby. When you're out of sight, he puts his hat on and turns to leave. He stops quickly when he sees Doc Holliday moving towards him, a death grin on his face while blowing smoke from his cigarette.

"Why, Johnny Ringo. I see you made an acquaintance." Doc stops walking and looks Ringo up and down. Ringo is in no mood to fight Holliday and his mind is still spinning from walking with you. The sweet aroma of your perfume is enough to weaken him.

"What's it to you, Holliday?" Ringo inquires, staring the death doctor with as much confidence as he coud muster considering his impaired judgement.

Doc holds his cigarette between his fingers while tapping the handle of his pistol. Johnny's eyes move about, eyeing with wonder how steady Doc's hands were.

"You still thinking you're going to win her affections, don't you, Ringo?" Doc examines his opponent.

"Are you?" Johnny quickly responds.

Doc smiles, while he suddenly grows motionless, still holding his cigarette. Doc's ability to move quickly and gracefully and then turn to stone could distract the steadiest of minds. Including Ringo's.

"Oh, I guess nobody informed you. I had the chance to escort that lovely lady through town and we enjoyed a delightful moment together."

Ringo's eyes narrow in on his nemesis for a moment and confusion begins to surface on his face. He can feel his neck grow hot from his rage.

Doc's expression changes and he begins to grin with an almost child like countenance.

"It turns out, YN enjoys chocolate cake." Doc taps his ivory handled gun. He blows smoke from his mouth, his eyes never leaving Ringo's.

"She also loves cream and sugar in her coffee. I bet you didn't know that, Johnny." Doc winks at Ringo, who turns to leave.

"It was a wonderful moment we two shared together," Doc finishes, still standing motionless.

"And what did Kate think about that?" Johnny retorts.

Doc's smile fades for a moment and Ringo feels a sense of triumph. Women were so scarce in Tombstone, it was unlikely that any man would leave his woman. Being without a woman seemed worse. At the very least, you could sleep next to one and feel the comfort of her touch, knowing all the uncomfortable moments promised more intimate ones.

"Well, you know Kate, Ringo." Doc finally answers.

"Go to hell, Holliday!" Ringo responds, turning to leave.

"I'll let YN know you said hello!" Doc asserts.

Ringo's rage boils over and he pulls his pistol quickly and due to his spinning head, he misses Doc by a hair and then stumbles backwards, almost losing his balance. Doc chuckles with triumph, his composure never shaken. He winks at a frustrated Ringo.

"What the hell is going on here, Ringo?" Wyatt Earp demands, moving closer to the battling gunmen.

"Evidently, Mr. Ringo here cannot hold his liquor well." Doc shakes his head and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

Wyatt and Virgil take Ringo by his arms and force him towards the horse troph where they dunk his head in the dirty water. They pull him out, Johnny gasping for air and cursing the Earp brothers.

"Sons of bitches!" Ringo howls, causing Wyatt to drop Ringo into the water again.

"Cool off, Ringo!" Virgil shouts, slapping Johnny in the back of the head. The lawmen toss Johnny aside and he falls, knocking over two chairs after losing his balance. Ringo spits towards the Earps and Doc smiles, watching Ringo squirm.

"What's this about, Doc?" Virgil demands.

Johnny staggers to his feet and throws himself at Doc, who laughs and moves out of the way with his signature aristocratic gait. He holds back his urge to cough and circles around Johnny, who can barely stand, water dripping from his head.

"Would you have to ask Johnny Ringo. He came at me like a wildcat."

"That's enough, Doc," Wyatt shouts. "I already told you to stay away from Ringo! I don't want anymore trouble!"

Ringo, still soaking wet, stares Doc and the Earps down. He knew he made a fool of himself and hoped you didn't witness any of it and hates the idea of you finding out or worse - Doc Holliday telling you about how Ringo was so drunk and out of control that the law had to cool him off by shoving his head into a horse troph.

"Sleep it off, Ringo!" Virgil demands, showing a look of disgust at Holliday, who seems unaffected by the Earps attitude. Doc takes a whiskey flask from his front pocket. He reveals a death grin to the men there and takes a long swig. He clears his throat, stifles a cough and tips his hat to Ringo, who can barely stand.

"Just give up, Mr. Ringo," Doc warns, backing away. "What will YN think when she learns about this?"

Ringo stands upright and moves to throw a punch at Doc, who quickly moves out of the way, mocking Ringo's clumsiness.

"I said that's enough!" Wyatt shouts as he and Virgil take Ringo to a holding cell located behind the courthouse.

"What the hell am I being arrested for?" Ringo demands.

"Fighting!" Virgil growls back. "Let's go, cowboy. Maybe your friends will bail you out!"

Ringo struggles against the law men, but they overpower him and drag him to the jail. Ringo grabs the prison bars, looks to the ground and curses them.

"You damn self righteous sons of bitches!" Ringo bellows

"You're losing over mind over YN!" Wyatt grumbles, fumbling with the keys. "You and Doc both better give up this conquest of yours. YN isn't going to be with either one of you. It was foolish of you both to enter into this deranged bet."

Ringo sits on the cot and holds his head in his hands. The image of your face enters his mind and he closes his eyes and delights in a whimsical fantasy where you come to his rescue. His ears become flooded with your voice.

"You'll stay in here and cool down, Ringo. I'm sure Curly Bill will be here to make bail as soon as he hears about this. And you tell that idiot we don't want anymore trouble with you cowboys!"

Ringo smiles menancingly at the Earps.

"You're the boss, Earp!" Ringo groans.

"And don't forget it, you reckless son of a bitch!" Wyatt snaps.

Ringo stands and faces Wyatt. Ringo's menacing stare causes Wyatt to back away a few inches. Ringo's eyes showed a fearlessness that bordered on rage.

I should let him rot!

Wyatt thinks.

"Do you understand, Ringo?!" Wyatt growls.

"It's easy to understand men like you, Earp," Johnny grunts.

"I really hate your attitude, Ringo."

Wyatt turns to leave.

"I already told Doc. You two are going to end this ridiculous bet of yours! The both of you are acting like petulant boys."

"Maybe Doc should be in here with me. He's not innocent in this," Ringo snaps. "You wouldn't have to worry about losing money because of his cheating." Ringo backs away from the bars, his face twisting into a sinister smile. "I heard about that fellow in Dodge. Doc cut that poor bastard from his dick to his neck!" Ringo turns and sits on the bed.

"See you for your bail hearing tomorrow morning!" Wyatt shouts before leaving.

Ringo holds his head in his hands.

I wish I never saw her! Ringo screams in his mind.

[ssavaart]

"I'm your Huckleberry"

Back in 2020 when the world turned upside down... I needed something to make sense and started a "Quarantine Journal".

Each day, I'd make a piece of art based off of my favorite movie or tv character and then on the next page... I'd write down anything that happened that day.

Apparently day 73 was Doc Holliday from Tombstone.

It's weird looking back on these 4 years later. But, I'm glad I did them.

Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥

Scott

[idjits-areus]

No one asked, but have some of my favorite Destiel quotes/moments from 13x06 Tombstone plus one of my favorite Castiel quotes:

Cas: "I was. But then I annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back"

Cas: "How long was I gone?" Dean: "To damn long"

When Jack first brings up Dodge City at the beginning of the episode. Dean's face lights up and Cas's face just has a look of an affectionate 'here we go again." All while Jack just looks at the two of them confused.

Jack: "He really loves cowboys." Cas sighing exasperateingly: "Yes, yes he does"

Cas leaning towards Jack: "I told you. He's an angry sleeper. Like a bear"

Dean to a cowboy hat wearing Cas: "Just act like you're from tombstone."

Cas: "The city?"

Dean slightly disappointed: "The movie with Kurt Russell, I made you watch it."

Cas: "Yeah, yeah. The one with, ah, guns and tuberculosis. *Deeper Cas voice* I'm your huckleberry."

Dean swallows and looks away: "Yeah. Exactly."

The whole 'Cas acting like Val Kilmer.'

Side note: I've seen Tombstone the movie. Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp are gay and you can't tell me otherwise. The scene where Holliday is about to die in the hospital and he's telling Earp, "Wyatt, if you were ever my friend - if ya ever had even the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now." Like, sure. You're 'just friends.' He totally doesn't spend the last half of the movie on a revenge quest because he died. Totally not.

[icemankazansky]

For a Top 5, if you want, and because I’m curious: Top 5 Val Kilmer roles, in your opinion.

Thanks for playing! @hughlauriebf also asked this question. I have answered this question before re: what my favorite Val roles are, so this list is based on the roles that I think are the most impressive acting-wise.

#1. Has to be Doc Holliday in Tombstone. He was literally perfect and should have at least been nominated for an Oscar.

The rest aren't really in any specific order...

#2. Danny Parker / Tom van Allen in The Salton Sea. This role has everything. The depths of grief. Playing multiple characters (sorta). That thing he does with mirrors. Both sides of violence, love, heartbreak, moments of comedy. He plays the trumpet. And it's all just ... quiet and understated and so well-balanced.

#3. Ray Levoi in Thunderheart. Speaking of understated: I think this is Val's most understated role, and one of his most underrated. I will remind you that Roger Ebert didn't recognize Val in this role for 20 minutes, and he was actively looking for him. He just ... hides inside Ray Levoi. And Ray is so tightly contained, and hiding so much (from others and even from himself), that so much of the acting is in these brief expressions, in the way he's holding himself. Ray is a deep cover agent, and you can tell even though you don't see a second of him undercover on the screen. There's a scene at the end where Ray is struggling to keep all these emotions at bay while speaking, and Val is just shaking. His hands, his legs, his chest when he draws breath. You don't notice it at first. It's not meant to be showy, because Ray Levoi isn't showy. He hides until he can't hide anymore. That mastery over his body, the tone of his voice, his facial expressions, all the things he says without speaking ... it's a gorgeous, minimalist, and highly skilled performance.

#4. Jim Morrison in The Doors. I think it's common knowledge that I personally dislike this movie, but for the things he did with his voice alone--this man sang every song in that movie LIVE, and with such precision that Morrison's band members couldn't tell the difference between Morrison's recordings and Val's--and the fact that he really did put his whole pussy into it, I will concede.

#5. Gay Perry van Shrike in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. We don't recognize superb acting in comedy enough, and Val absolutely shredded this. He's the straight man--heh--in this film, technically, but still so funny and so sharp and the competence of the physical stuff ... ugh. WHERE IS VAL'S OSCAR

[keldjinfae]

I was tagged by the lovely @greyhavenisback, and I cannot for the life of me remember if I've already responded to this post or not, so...

In no particular order, my Top 10 Movies:

Inception - it has Marion Cotillard, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Tom Hardy, and Ken Watanabe. That would be enough if it didn't also have one of the most goosebump-inducing soundtracks of all... Time. It also set sail one of my all-time favorite ships with the creation of Arthur and Eames.

The Dark Knight - while this list won't be entirely comprised of Nolan movies, I can't not put this one on this list, considering how many times I saw it in theaters. Both Heath Ledger and Aaron Eckhart were mesmerizing as the Joker and Two-Face, and again, that soundtrack is fire (I'm sorry).

Saw (the entire series) - I went to see all of these so many damn times in theaters that it's a good thing I got to see them for free. Every weekend, provided something new hadn't been released, my friend and I went to see whichever Saw movie was still showing. And again, isn't it iconic?

Tombstone - yes, obviously there's Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday, but there's also Kurt Russell, Sam Elliott, Bill Paxton, Powers Boothe, Michael Biehn, Stephen Lang, Billy Zane, Thomas Hayden Church, and nobody's leaving it up to one man to carry the movie. It's also one that I used to watch with my father at least once a year, usually around the anniversary of his separation from my mother, and we'd pass a bottle of bourbon back and forth and rant about how insane it is that Kilmer wasn't even nominated for an Oscar.

John Wick (the entire series) - it's a thing of beauty to me that what should just be a bunch of "shoot 'em up" movies have such an insane amount of worldbuilding to them (and if anyone bothering to read this post knows anything about my writing, it's how much I build a world before I start writing the story in the first place). The action is gorgeous, the actors themselves are gorgeous, the development and usage of things as simple as slang is gorgeous, the soundtrack is gorgeous. You can also never go wrong with Ian McShane.

The Warriors - this was legit one of our family movie night features while my sister and I were growing up. Yes, there were animated movies and whatnot, but our parents were very lax about rating restrictions. We still regularly quote "CAN YOU DIG IT?!" and "Warriooooooooors! Come out to plaaaaaaaay!" Also, James Remar as Ajax was 🔥.

Interview with the Vampire - Tom Cruise may be an... interesting individual in real life, but the effort he put into portraying Lestat was sheer perfection. I used to watch this one all the time with my dad and my sister, and again, killer soundtrack.

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World - a movie that decided to bring together every single comedian of the time that they possibly could, as well as come up with relevant things for them to do. Sounds impossible "on paper," and yet this movie exists. I've been watching it since I was a child and I still laugh through the whole thing. Buddy Hackett is also basically my father in this movie, which makes Mickey Rooney both myself and my sister. "NO ONE'S FLYING THE PLANE!"

21 Jump Street and 22 Jump Street - I laughed so hard watching the first one that my vision literally whited out at one point. Everyone is fantastic in both movies, but 21JS is also the first time I got to see Channing Tatum's understated sense of humor.

Kill Bill (both volumes) - I could have just filled up most of these slots with Tarantino movies, honestly, because I do love just about all of them (and my dad had a particular fondness for Django Unchained), but my sister and I rewatch I and II at least once a year. They make up one masterpiece, and I may be in the minority but I hope III is never actually a serious prospect.

No pressure whatsoever tags: @dear-massacre @nerdherderette @vmures @renmackree @ephemeronidwrites

[cowboys-of-tombstone]

The Johnny Ringo desk friend has been completed! I love how the photos turned out, they remind me of the end of the movie just before his duel with Doc Holliday. x3 It was a blast making this and I hope you guys liked it too. This little guy is now for sale at me and my boyfriend's shop!🖤🐉

[valleydean]

That Wyatt Earp movie that came out after Tombstone is an absolute slog and just not a good movie, BUT I will give them one thing and one thing only. When Morgan gets killed, Wyatt goes and stands by a window to look out at the rain. Someone tells him to be careful standing in front of the window like that and he turns around to see Doc sitting on the stairs. He's clearly been crying over Morgan and he looks devastated, but he's still being protective of Wyatt. It's kind of crazy that such a scene is wasted in that film.

that movie is SO BORING!!!!!!!! i wish i could get the 45 hours that movie took from me back lmaooo. but yeah, that scene is good. i do wish more movies showed doc's reaction to morgan's death, because he was very upset. he went around kicking down doors all night looking for the people who shot him. so yeah, that was a nice scene, and i liked that he was looking out for wyatt.

the only thing that makes that movie redeemable to me is the part where doc is yelling at ike clanton (i think it's ike?) and morgan has to physically pick him up and carrying him away WHILE doc is still yelling. credit where credit's due, that's probably thee most doc holliday thing ever put on film.

(i am also glad that james and bessie are in that movie because THEY DESERVE TO BE IN MORE OF THEM!!!!!!)

[friendshipgun]

another one i wrote for smallfandomfest, this one for the prompt "Doc/Johnny Ringo, It's not living if you're not living dangerously."

if you're a cowboy enjoyer and interested in this one but unfamiliar with the movie, you can get a lot of the context from this one 4 minute scene.

Title: dis manibus Fandom: Tombstone (1993) Pairing: Doc Holliday/Johnny Ringo Rating: Explicit Excerpt:

And then Holliday looked up, near-startling Johnny out of the anger that’d started fomenting, and from under those sweat-damp bangs said, “What about you? You’re looking a little red there, Johnny Ringo. Have I got your blood up?”

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 1

Next

Time is not a thing, but it keeps things in balance, and it never stops. You learn new things every day. Like today, you bought a ticket to go to the local carnival and once you entered, you started to regret the decision. There was a lot of people, more than you can handle, and it was still a bit damp from the rain earlier. The sounds of people talking, the cliche carnival music and game sounds were definitely a sight to see.

The carnival also had small kiosks and shop stands. There was one doing face paints and another selling cheap jewelry. But there was one that caught your eye. It was definitely out of place for all of the bright and flashy colors of the carnival. It was illuminated with dark orange light and had a small sign that read, "Mrs. Hatches shop".

No one was there and from strictly looking at it, it looked like a witch shop. It was a bit odd for it to be here but you still went towards it. The strong smell of incense burners and herbs were very potent and made the little shop very eerie.

"Hello" you called out.

"Aah, a customer"! An old voice said. "Come in my dear".

"Who's there"? A shadow moved from the corner and as it stepped into the light, a very old lady with a wooden cane came forward. She was a bit shorter than you and her skin was very pale with veins appearing near the surface. Her gray hair was put up in a bun loosely with loose hairs being freed and she wore and black woven dress with what appeared to be an emerald ring. "I am" she said as gently as she could. "Who might you be"?

"Uhh... I'm (Y/n)".

The old woman quickly took your hand and examined it. "What are you doing"?

"Reading your palm".

"Ok, great" you said in a slight sarcastic tone, "But please don't touch me".

"Hold still now" she said like a mother scolding her child. "Hmmm... Oh yes, yes, yes! How wonderful"!

"What? What's so wonderful"?

"When I read people's palms, I can tell what their fortune is".

"What is it" you asked curiously.

"Come, I will show you"! She quickly went over to a table that became visible when she lit an old oil lamp. On the table was a glass sphere sitting on a marble stand. "Let me guess" you said sarcastically, "A crystal ball"?

"I know people believe that these are not accurate but I assure you my child, this is what it seems to be". She motioned for you to come sit and you hesitantly did. "What's your name, anyways" you asked.

"Glinda Hatches"! As soon as she said her name she rubbed the glass sphere and smoke appeared inside the sphere and was illuminated with white light. "Wow".

"Now, you may ask one question".

"Why only one"?

"The first question is free but any other questions will cost $5".

"What"?

"That'll be $5 since you already asked two questions-"

"Alright alright alright"! You sighed and you did have cash on you but you were gonna save that for some funnel cakes but after seeing this, you were still very curious. You couldn't think of anything. "Would you like some suggestions"?

"Sure".

"You can ask things such about your family, your past life, your soulmate, you can see things that you can't remember-"

"Wait" you said interrupting her. "Did you just say soulmate"?

Glinda grinned. "Would you like to see you soul mate"?

"Sure".

Glinda rubbed the glass sphere and you muttered, "This should be interesting". The light inside the sphere turned bright white and revealed an image of a man with a black hat, a short-hair moustache and goatee. His skin looked really pale but he looked like a very capable man. "Ooh, he's cute".

"Oh my" Glinda said, "I have never seen this before".

"Seen what"?

"Your soulmate is already dead" Glinda said in disbelief.

"How is that possible? That doesn't make sense". You looked back at the image of the man. "Who is he anyways"?

"His name is John Henry Holliday. As in Doc Holliday. He was a famous gunslinger and poker player".

"Ooh, I like him already! But how is he my soul mate if he's already dead"?

"I'm not sure. But hold on, I have something that may help you". Glinda stood up and rushed over to small chest rummaging around inside. While she was doing that, you took in the features of your supposed "soulmate". He looked very serious and you could see his eyes, he looked so tired. It looked as if his eyes had dark circles around them. He was truly interesting and you decided to Google more information about him but Glinda came back before you could and handed you a small stone.

"This will help you".

The stone was white with black blotches on it and was smoothed out with a silver frame around it. "How does this help me"?

"When used correctly, it will bring your soulmate to you".

"Uh-huh. Sure" you said sarcastically.

"Do you want it or not" Glinda asked.

"Well" you examined the stone and decided that it was good enough for a necklace at least. "Ok. I'll take it".

"Great"! Glinda gave you the stone and said, "That'll be 35$".

"WHAT!? Why"!?

"Remember what I said, 5$ per question". You knew you only had 20$ cash but the rest would be paid with a card. You were about to deny the purchase but you saw a literal crystal ball and had a feeling that everything she has shared with you was factual. "Do you accept credit and debit"?

"Yes, here". She pulled out a chip reader and charged you the exact amount but then had the nerve to push a glass jar near your hand that read "Tip Jar".

"Are you serious"?

"This is how I make my living" she said honestly.

"Tell you what" you said, "If this really does work, I'll come straight back here and give you a 100$ tip".

"Will you" she asked doubtfully.

"I will, I promise". You took your card back and left. That was all your cash and some of your money from your card but you decided to just go home. You were very confused. Going through the large crowd of people to get back to your car felt like an eternity. You would just go home and sleep instead. When you got into your car, you examined the stone more closely, it really was a nice stone and you think you could actually make a necklace out of it. You just put it in the pocket on the dashboard and drove home.

It didn't take long to get home and you were greeted by your dog, Gracie, a golden retriever. Happy to see you as always. You didn't even bother to change into your pajamas and fell onto your bed with Gracie quickly joining you and plugging your phone into your solar panel phone charger. It was odd to have that but your original charger was broken and this solar panel charger had back up power on it to still keep itself powered. You examined the stone on your bed under the dimmed light from the moon and just fell asleep with it in your grasp.

Not knowing, it would literally change your life...

[disastrouscanasta]

✨💙 Spreading some love and joy in people's ask boxes 💙✨ If you get this, it means you're awesome and I hope you're having a great day! Now copy and paste this message to at least 3 other blogs to keep it going! Then answer to show you're done: What are your three favourite movies?

hey, thank you so much

my three favourite films? that is. difficult. letterboxd lets me have four and even then i can’t narrow it down

my top spot is easy though, it goes right to Tombstone (1993) because I love Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday stories, i love the acting, costumes, set, score, screenplay, etc. of the film. it’s just a 10/10 all around from me, even though i would understand other angles on it (aka it’s kinda cheesy, it has very 90s film moments, but it’s special to ME)

#2 fav film uhhh okay. this is where i open up letterboxd to help me out. i very much enjoy the evil dead franchise, and i’ve seen the first film The Evil Dead (1981) more times than any of the others from the series, so i’ll go with that

and finally in no 3 spot for my favourite films would be something by tarantino. it’s cliche, i know, but i enjoy style and guns. my brain has been focusing on The Hateful Eight (2015) for a good week now, but i’ve been busy and haven’t gotten to it. usually this spot would go to Reservoir Dogs (1992) but i am feeling the cowboy shoot-em-up. i’ve never posted a Hateful Eight fic, though i have drafted some stories, but i have written and posted for Res Dogs

[famousnerdtragedy]

Outlaws' Embrace: The Untold Story of Elizabeth and Johnny

1993 Tombstone movie fanfiction

The sun hung low over the arid plains of Tombstone, casting long shadows across the dust-choked streets. The Earp brothers—Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan—were legends in their own right, feared by outlaws and respected by lawmen. But there was a secret they guarded fiercely: their half-sister, Elizabeth Earp.

Elizabeth was a striking beauty, her black hair flowing like a midnight river, her honey-colored eyes holding secrets deeper than the canyons. She had the same grit as her brothers, the same fire burning in her veins. But she was different—a wild spirit that defied the rigid rules of the West.

Doc Holliday, the consumptive gambler and gunslinger, was smitten with Elizabeth. He’d watch her from the shadows of the saloon, nursing his whiskey and tracing the rim of his silver cup. Doc was a man of death, but Elizabeth was life—a paradox that both fascinated and terrified him.

Wyatt, the marshal with a steely gaze, noticed the glances exchanged between Doc and Elizabeth. He’d seen too much bloodshed, too many lives cut short. He wanted to protect her, keep her away from the darkness that clung to men like Doc. But Elizabeth was no damsel; she could handle herself.

Virgil, the quiet deputy with a hawk’s eye, was torn. He knew Doc’s demons intimately—the coughing fits that wracked his frail frame, the ghosts that haunted his whiskey-soaked dreams. But he also saw the way Elizabeth’s laughter could pierce the silence, how her touch could soothe even the deepest wounds.

And then there was Johnny Ringo—the outlaw with ice in his veins. He rode into town like a storm, his black hat pulled low over his eyes. Johnny was a man of few words, but his gaze lingered on Elizabeth. He saw the fire in her, the untamed spirit that matched his own.

Elizabeth fell for Johnny—the outlaw who rode the edge of darkness. Their love was a tempest, fierce and consuming. They’d steal kisses in the moonlight, whisper promises against the howling wind. But Wyatt and Doc were relentless—they’d seen too many women lost to the West, too many graves dug by their own hands.

One night, as the stars blinked to life, Elizabeth and Johnny made a pact. They’d fake their deaths, vanish into the desert like shadows. Wyatt and Doc would mourn, rage, but they’d let her go. Elizabeth kissed her brothers’ foreheads, whispered secrets in their ears. She left her hat on Wyatt’s bed, her Colt Peacemaker on Doc’s nightstand.

The morning after, the town woke to the news: Elizabeth Earp and Johnny Ringo were dead. Wyatt’s eyes were hard, his jaw clenched. Doc’s coughs echoed through the empty saloon. But they never found the bodies—only hoofprints leading into the sunrise.

Elizabeth and Johnny rode together, their horses kicking up dust. They settled in a hidden canyon, where the wind whispered forgotten tales. Elizabeth wore Johnny’s black hat, her eyes scanning the horizon. She’d left her old life behind—the brothers who loved her, the gambler who haunted her dreams.

But sometimes, when the moon hung low, Elizabeth would trace the scar on her palm—the one Doc had given her during a drunken brawl. She’d wonder if Wyatt still wore her hat, if Doc still whispered her name in the dark. And Johnny would pull her close, kiss away her doubts.

The West was a graveyard of dreams, a place where legends were born and buried. Elizabeth and Johnny became one—a gunslinger and an outlaw, riding the edge of eternity. And somewhere, in the heart of Tombstone, Wyatt and Doc would raise their glasses to the memory of the half-sister they’d lost.

[curlysgirl0202]

SHORT HEADCANNON: CURLY BILL'S SECRET...

*Curly Bill has a secret he keeps all to himself...

So, the Cowboy King's heart burns with desire for you. 

This old cowboy has noticed you to the point where he has memorized your daily routines so he can get a chance to look at you. Each day, be nervously gazes upon the bustling street, eager to at the very least, get a glimpse of your lovely face and wonderful curves.Curly Bill sits near the Grand Hotel, the favorite hang out for the cowboys and while sucking on an imported cigar, he waits, his heart racing. 

From the corner of his eye, he spots you walking out of the library, one of your preferred places. Your lovely hair flowing in the breeze, a beautiful smile decorates your face. Curly Bill tries to remain calm as you walk closer, hoping he'll get a chance to at least say hello. 

Curly Bill absent mindedly plays with his cigar while his mind spins with different things he could say to you…

If he confesses what rests on his heart, he would tell you:

“My, my, why you sure are pretty.”

“There are nights I can't sleep, thinking of you.”

“If you give me a chance, I would do anything to make you happy.”

The strong dust and wind that usually blows wildly through town is quiet on this day so there's no need for you to cover your alluring face with a handkerchief. Curly pretends to be gazing at the livery station, admiring the Appaloosa a man brought in earlier. He doesn't want you to know his little secret; that he waits for you everyday, hoping for a chance to lay some of his charm on you. 

His anxiety increases when he remembers you don't engage in the activities that occur in the red light district and because of that, he may never really get a chance to say anything more than, “howdy, ma'am,” but he's a believer that anything is possible and that with a stroke of luck, he may get you to see what a great fellow he is. And when Curly isn't sucking back whiskey, he's a well mannered man. 

Men outnumbered women in Tombstone to the point where men were becoming increasingly discouraged in regards to courting the few that were available. And the talk around town included rumors that you didn't belong to any man and any fellow that was brave enough to approach you would gain the opportunity to impress you. Curly Bill was well aware of his competition; men like Behan and even Doc Holliday already tried their luck and you showed disinterest to both which left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. On one hand, your availability was clear and on the other hand, you seem selective of who can court you. 

While Curly Bill continues biting his cigar, he tries to look away from you so you don't notice him staring with unblinking eyes. You cross the street and sway close to where he's standing and Curly takes a breath and hopes he gets a chance to talk to you. He feels his heart race with each step you take towards him. He puts his cigar behind his back and tips his hat. He takes a small bow and tries to speak through his awkwardness. 

“Well, how are you today, ma'am?” Curly tries to think of something to say, but finds his tongue tied when your eyes meet.

“Good day, Mr. Brocious,” you respond through a smile Curly can't resist. He delights that you remember his name, although you only met once when Billy Breckenridge introduced the two of you. He recalls how your wonderful, liquid eyes showed a trusting and free spirit. Eyes that look through people and not at people.

Curly stumbles over his own words and he becomes lost in your stare; you never look at him for more than a second and his intense craving to converse with you becomes overwhelming. Curly Bill is not a man to find himself at a loss for words, but suddenly grows hesitant; perhaps you find him a stinky nuisance or just a down and dirty cowboy who does nothing more than amuse you for a second or two. 

“Uh, well, where are you off to today, ma’am?” Curly Bill tosses his cigar and takes his hat off, holding it in his hands while he rocks on his feet. He yearns for you to take his arm while he proudly walks with you and ensures your safety.

“I was on my way to Silver Owls. I was hoping to purchase some new earrings.” You beam up at Curly Bill who smiles sheepishly, flashing his signature grin at you. He’s exhilarated that you stopped to speak with him.He can feel his neck and face grow red with uncertainty; if he can secure an opportunity to at least walk near you and possibly enjoy you holding his arm while he walks with you, he would feel that hot blooded passion that can only come from a beautiful woman. He could brag to his gang of red sash cowboys that he escorted Tombstone’s most desirable woman to her destination and that you were overcome with rosy adoration over him. 

“Well,” Curly starts, still holding his hat. “Will you allow me to escort you there? Tombstone can be a wild place and a lovely lady like you should have an escort.” 

You look up at Curly Bill and he smiles again. You gently take his arm and Curly Bill gazes down at you, filled with pride and gratitude. He decides that even if this encounter becomes the only one he gets with you, he at least got to talk to you and stand near you, your perfume a heavenly scent that floods Curly’s nose and drowns out the stench of manure and the horrendous body odor most men had.

The walk to Silver Owls takes only a few moments and while Curly happily strolls through the streets with you,a few gentleman tip their hats while others look upon in disgust and Curly notices a few ladies cover their open mouths with their gloved hands, wondering why such a lovely woman like yourself would want to engage in any activity with Curly Bill; a man with a reputation for fierceness, rustling, killing, treeing and stealing. But few people know the softer and even sympathetic side to this old cowboy. Curly Bill wanted what every other man in town wanted; to secure the courtship of a beautiful gem, buy some land and build a life with her and finally break free of the vicious whirlwind of this wild country.

You approach your destination and Curly Bill walks you up the stairs. He wants to enter the store with you and perhaps purchase a small piece of jewelry, but decides against it, not wanting to push his luck. You break from his arm and smile at him. Curly Bill, absentmindedly brushes your hair away from your face. He winks at you and watches you disappear into the store.

Curly takes another cigar from his shirt pocket and happily lights it while walking back to the hotel porch, where a few of his cowboys are watching, giving each other inquisitive looks. 

“She talked to you?” Ike Clanton queried. “What did she say, Curly?”

“Are you going to see her again?” Stillwell inquires.

“Does she smell as good as she looks?” Johnny Barnes questions.

Curly Bill feels a surge of pride rush through his veins. 

“She needed an escort and she chose me,” Curly answers, knowing damn well you didn’t ask, you simply accepted his offer. 

“Will you introduce us?” Ike continues questioning. 

Curly grins with satisfaction. “Well, maybe, boys. Just maybe”

I hope to be the one that escorts her everyday…

TO BE CONTINUED IF REQUESTED…

[deadboyfriendd]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Thank you for the tag <3 @jo-harrington

1) How many works do you have on A03? - none, actually. I haven't made it to tht neck of the woods yet.

2) What's your total AO3 word count? - That would be a big ole 0

3) What fandoms do you write for? - Stranger Things currently. I used to be a writer for The 100 back in my Wattpad days. Sometimes I throw around the idea of writing for Fargo or Criminal Minds.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - I would say probably Stains in the Granite, Cochise, Stone Gothic, H E A D L I N E R S., Kate, and The Bisbee Letter Series

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - I try really hard to respond to the really meaningful ones, but if I have poo brain that day it slips. I read all of them and reread them over and over until they're engrained in my noodle brain though! .

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Stone Gothic or Sockpuppet. Stone Gothic is angst in terms of bodily violence Sockpuppet in terms of ouchie feelings OR OR OR She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty. Can you tell I love angst?

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - Hallmark, probably. That was kind of the whole point of doing a Hallmark movie themed fic.

8) Do you get hate on fics? No.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - Yes but it has to be there as a plot catalyst. I write very flowery very feelings-oriented smut, even if the characters don't have feelings for each other. Though, I feel like everything I write is feelings-oriented.

10) Do you write crossovers? - It never went I don't think I've written one yet but if I get a good idea I'm not opposed to it. Maybe if you wanna count SITG or Cochise since they're based off of 50 First Dates and Tombstone?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Not that I’m aware of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - Again, not that I'm aware of.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Nothing that I would explicitly credit myself with but @dr-aculaaa and I loom over each other's docs like God. I'm pretty sure Drac has inadvertently written half of my fics.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? -We're big Steddie fans around here. Keep an eye out for a Steddie fic I have brewing.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - LMAO might be that steddie fic that I just talked about. I also have a very flowery and angsty AU of an AU of an AU baby about Robin that I've been screaming to her about that is on the very back of burners.

16) What are your writing strengths? - I'm really good at analogies and descriptive writing. I've always written about feelings because I have a lot of them and I'm painfully self-aware of them.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - LMAO editing process? I don't know her. Every work you get is beta read by Drac and that's IT. If it misses Drac then it was meant to be a part of the fic. In terms of my actual writing, I think it's smut writing. I'm good at making people love each other not good at making them fuck.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - There has to be a place for it that makes sense. I used lines in Latin in Cochise and Bisbee because my Eddie is very much based off of Doc Holliday, who spoke Latin, and used that line very much as a plot catalyst. I use a lot of analogies to Marlowe's Doctor Faustus which also has Latin in it, which was crucial to the storylines of both Bisbee and Cochise.

19) First fandom you wrote for? - The Walking Dead when I was entirely too young to be fic reading or writing. Maybe One Direction before that? Also W A Y too young to be fic reading or writing. The first fandom I ever had success writing in was The 100. Still too young but I'm proud of those 100k notes.

20) Favorite fic you've written? - The Cochise and Bisbee universe. I LOVE writing in that prose and I LOVE reimagining these characters into Tombstone. It's so personal to me since I'm from Arizona and I love living here and all of the cowboy stuff. It feels like I neglect it sometimes but really, I'm trying so hard to get them perfect because this is absolutely my passion project and I'm so proud of them even though they get like zero reads.

No Pressure Tags: @dr-aculaaa @bettyfrommars

[byneddiedingo]

Linda Darnell and Henry Fonda in My Darling Clementine (John Ford, 1946)

Cast: Henry Fonda, Linda Darnell, Victor Mature, Cathy Downs, Walter Brennan, Tim Holt, Ward Bond, Alan Mowbray, John Ireland, Roy Roberts, Jane Darwell. Screenplay: Samuel G. Engel, Winston Miller, Sam Hellman, based on a book by Stuart N. Lake. Cinematography: Joseph MacDonald. Art direction: James Basevi, Lyle R. Wheeler. Film editing: Dorothy Spencer. Music: Cyril J. Mockridge.

Made in the twilight of the classic Western, there's something a little decadent about this West-as-it-never-was movie. In a few years, conventional Westerns would be all over TV, and Hollywood filmmakers would start turning out so-called "adult Westerns," films that did what they could to question the values and stereotypes that had been prevalent in the genre. Movies like High Noon (Fred Zinnemann, 1952) and Shane (George Stevens, 1953) would be lauded by intellectuals who would never have been caught dead at conventional Westerns. And even Ford would present a darker vision of the West's racism and brutality in The Searchers (1956). On the surface, My Darling Clementine looks like a fairy-tale version of the Old West, with its blithe disregard for actual geography: Tombstone, Ariz., and Monument Valley, Utah, are more than 350 miles apart, but Ford's movie puts the jagged buttes of the valley in every Tombstone back yard. The familiar tale of the shootout at the OK Corral has been turned into a clash of good (the Earps) vs. evil (the Clantons), in which the virtues of the former clan have been greatly exaggerated. There are some of the usual stereotypes: a drunken Indian and a Mexican (?) spitfire named Chihuahua (Linda Darnell). There's a virtuous young woman (Cathy Downs) from back east who tracks her man all the way west and when he's killed settles down to be the town schoolmarm. And yet, My Darling Clementine is one of the great Western movies in large part because Ford and screenwriters Samuel G. Engel and Winston Miller are so insouciant about their patent mythmaking. Henry Fonda is a tower of virtue as Wyatt Earp, infusing some of the integrity of his previous characters, Abraham Lincoln and Tom Joad, into the portrayal. Burly Victor Mature, though seemingly miscast as the consumptive Doc Holliday, gives a surprisingly good performance. And there's fine support from such Western standbys as Walter Brennan, Ward Bond, Tim Holt, and John Ireland. The black-and-white cinematography of Joseph MacDonald only seems to emphasize the good vs. evil fable, bringing something of the film noir to the Wild West.

[jackhornersimp]

Here's Young Scrooge (my OC), and yes, a little reveal, Rasputin was heavily inspired by Doc Holliday from the movie Tombstone, and as such I have made Doc Holliday outfits to commemorate!

[bobguz]

Henry Fonda, Victor Mature & Walter Brennan in John Ford's "My Darling C...

In 1882 (a year after the actual gunfight at the O.K. Corral on October 26, 1881), Wyatt (Henry Fonda), Morgan (Ward Bond), Virgil (Tim Holt), and James Earp (Don Garner) are driving cattle to California, and encounter Old Man Clanton (Walter Brennan) and his sons, Billy (John Ireland) and Ike (Grant Withers). Clanton offers to buy their herd, but they curtly refuse to sell. When the Earps learn about the nearby boom town of Tombstone, the older brothers ride in, leaving the youngest, James, as watchman. The threesome soon learns that Tombstone is a lawless town without a marshal. Wyatt proves the only man in the town willing to face drunken Indian Charlie (Charles Stevens) shooting at the townspeople. When the brothers return to their camp, they find their cattle rustled and James murdered. Wyatt returns to Tombstone. Seeking to avenge James's murder, he takes the open position of town marshal and encounters the hot-tempered Doc Holliday (Victor Mature) and scurrilous Clanton gang several times. Clementine Carter (Cathy Downs), Doc's former love interest, arrives from his hometown of Boston. Chihuahua (Linda Darnell), Doc's hot-tempered Latina love interest, sings in the local saloon. Doc, who is suffering badly from tuberculosis, is unhappy with her arrival. He tells her to return to Boston or he will leave Tombstone. Clementine stays, so Doc leaves for Tucson, Arizona. Wyatt notices Chihuahua is wearing a silver cross that had been taken from his brother, James, the night he'd been killed. She claims Doc gave it to her. Wyatt chases down Doc, with whom he has had a testy relationship. Doc forces a shoot-out, ending with Wyatt shooting a pistol out of Doc's hand. The two return to Tombstone, where after being questioned, Chihuahua reveals the silver cross was actually given to her by Billy Clanton. During the interrogation Billy shoots Chihuahua through a window and takes off on horseback, but is wounded by Wyatt. Wyatt directs his brother Virgil to pursue him. The chase leads to the Clanton homestead, where Billy dies of his wounds. Old Man Clanton then shoots Virgil in the back in cold blood. In town, a reluctant Doc is persuaded to operate on Chihuahua. Hope swells for her successful recovery. The Clantons then arrive, toss Virgil's body on the street and announce they will be waiting for the rest of the Earps at the O.K. Corral. Chihuahua dies and Doc decides to join the Earps, walking alongside Wyatt and Morgan to the corral at sunup. A gunfight ensues in which all of the Clantons are killed, as is Doc. Wyatt and Morgan resign as law enforcers. Morgan heads West in a horse and buggy. Wyatt bids Clementine farewell at the school house, wistfully promising that if he ever returns he will look her up. Mounting his horse, he muses aloud "Ma'am, I sure like that name...Clementine," and rides off to join his brother. A 1946 American Black & White Western film directed by John Ford, produced by Samuel G. Engel, screenplay by Engel and Winston Miller, story by Sam Hellman, cinematography by Joseph MacDonald, starring Henry Fonda, Linda Darnell, Victor Mature, Cathy Downs, Walter Brennan, Tim Holt, Ward Bond, Don Garner, Grant Withers, John Ireland, Alan Mowbray, Roy Roberts, Jane Darwell, J. Farrell MacDonald, and Russell Simpson. Much of the film was shot in Monument Valley, a scenic desert region straddling the Arizona-Utah border used in other John Ford movies. After seeing a preview screening of the film, 20th Century Fox studio boss Darryl F. Zanuck thought Ford's original cut was too long and had some weak spots, so he had Lloyd Bacon shoot new footage and heavily edit the film. Zanuck had Bacon cut 30 minutes from the film. The final script of the movie varies considerably from historical fact to create additional dramatic conflict and character. Clementine Carter is not a historical person, and in this script, she appears to be an amalgam of Big Nose Kate and Josephine Earp. The Earps were also never cowboys, drovers, or cattle owners. Matt Bailey, "If there is one film that deserves every word of praise ever uttered or written about it, it is John Ford's My Darling Clementine. Perhaps the greatest film in a career full of great films, arguably the finest achievement in a rich and magnificent genre, and undoubtedly the best version of one of America's most enduring myths, the film is an undeniable and genuine classic." In the British Film Institute's 2012 Sight & Sound polls, seven critics and five directors named it one of their 10 favorite films. Roger Ebert included it in his list of The Great Movies, "one of the sweetest and most good-hearted of all Westerns". Director Sam Peckinpah considered this his favorite Western, and paid homage to it in several of his Westerns, including "Major Dundee" (1965) and "The Wild Bunch" (1969). The Japanese filmmaker Akira Kurosawa cited this as one of his 100 favorite films. Similarly, director Hayao Miyazaki called it one of his 10 favorite movies.