#dragnet (1987)

[80smovies]

[sstarfruitt]

Responsibilities

Joe Friday X Reader (SFW)

a friend suggested writing a Joe Friday fic, so this is what I ended up with :)

     “Joe, what do you want for Christmas?”

     “A gun holster, black wingtips, and a belt.”

     “Oh, c’mon, Joe,” you whined, rolling over to prop yourself up on your elbows. Joe set his book down on his chest and looked over at you, his brows lightly furrowed. “That’s it?”

     “Yep.”

     “Nothing that isn’t part of a work uniform?”

     “I’m a simple man, Angel. A good outfit, a fulfilling job, and a happy wife is all I need to be content, and I have all three,” he answered confidently.

     You set your head in your hand, propped up by your elbow. “Awww, but Baby… You could ask for anything in the world and you pick a belt.” You rolled over a little to lay your head against his chest, and looked up into his eyes. “There isn’t anything else you’ve ever thought about? A vacation or something?”

     His eyes gazed back at you thoughtfully, the lines of a furrowed brow still on his face. After a moment, his eyes wandered to the wall. Another moment of silence passed before he finally spoke. “As a kid, I always wanted to take a road trip, go to San Francisco or Monterrey or San Diego. See some of the other things this great state has to offer.”

     You lifted your head and smiled warmly at him. “Then how about I take you to one of those cities for Christmas? Y’know, you could take a few days off. You pick the city, and I’ll do the planning, so all you gotta do is just enjoy the break from the work.”

     “And leave this city down one detective? It’d be irresponsible of me to leave.”

     “Baby, LA will be fine. It’s got Streebek, and it’s got Captain Gannon, and it’s got all those other hardworking people at the LAPD looking after it. I’m sure they can hold it together for a weekend without you, and LA will still be waiting for you when we get back.”

     “But, Angel, this job is my responsibility. I promised I’d always be here to protect the people of this city.”

     “But you also married me, Baby,” you responded. “And I made a promise to look after you. That includes making sure you take time to let your mind rest. Besides… they say an occasional vacation is good for performance.”

     “I suppose.”

     “C’mon, Joe. I know you’re passionate about your job, and you wanna take care of this city. But you gotta let me take care of you from time to time.”

     Joe only smirked at you gently. “Well, when you say it like that… It’s a hard bargain.” he answered gently.

     You beamed happily. “So? You wanna do it?”

     “Only a weekend, no more. And not during the weekend of Christmas, because it’s one of our busiest weekends at the department.”

     At that, you giggled happily and scooted up to press your lips to his. He accepted it happily, his hand gently settling on the back of your neck. You pulled away and panted, “It’s gonna be great, Joe. We’ll figure out all the places you wanna go, and we’ll figure out how to visit as many as we can. It’ll be the best trip you’ve ever had.”

     “I believe it, Angel. I can’t wait.”

[gr00vyashley]

Joe Friday having a 95% naked woman in front of him and only caring about drinking his coffee. Incredible. I’m obsessed. He’s me I’m him.

[schlock-luster-video]

On May 6, 1988, Dragnet debuted in Sweden.

[petty-crush]

Two or Three Things about “Dragnet” (1987)

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Here is a picture that is delightful when the characters are bullshitting around, and mundane when the plot interrupts and creaks along.

Aykroyd and Hanks have great fun ping ponging bits of behavior off each other (the former’s lightning speed rollout of tech information is lovely), but each moment of cars and guns and jet planes are (stage) blocked tediously.

This film really made me appreciate how “Hot Fuzz” balances these elements in a much better way.

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The way Christopher Plummer plays it, you think the role of the corrupt reverend was meant for Vincent Price (which would be pretty awesome)

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Just the Funny bits, ma’am medley

“The following is true, the names have been change to protect the innocent. For example, George Baker is now Sylvia Wiss”

Aykroyd’s face when his foot is run over by a car.

“You’re under arrest for reckless driving, resisting arrest, and stealing your landlady’s wedding dress. Which so far is your only endearing quality”

The look when the virgin Connie Swail is no longer one.

Hanks deadpan of needing to see this lady cop again, as he is wearing her panties and wants to return them.

The utterly delightful bit about zoo lions “thanking the people of Los Angeles if they could talk” and the retort that they indeed are not happy to sleep on wet cement.

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

𝔑𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 - 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔱

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 1, 1987

Lyrics:

Thank god it′s Friday

The story is true

Dragnet, dragnet

You've got a lot of repressed feelings, don′t you Friday?

Don't you Friday?

You've got a lot of repressed feelings, don′t you Friday?

Don′t you Friday?

Don't you Friday?

It must be what keeps your hair up

Just the facts mam

I carry a badge

I carry a badge

Dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet, dragnet

My name is Friday

I carry a badge

My name is Friday

My name is Friday

I carry a badge

My name is Friday

I carry a badge

Thank god it′s Friday

The story, the story is true

Dragnet, the story is true

Dragnet, you've got a lot of repressed feelings, don′t you Friday?

Don't you Friday?

Dragnet, you′ve got a lot of repressed feelings, don't you Friday?

Don't you Friday?

Don′t you Friday?

It must be what keeps your hair up

Dragnet

The story is true

Just the facts mam, just the facts

Just the facts mam

Dragnet

My name is Friday

My name is Friday

Do you think I′m kidding about that?

Almost never, almost never, never, never

My name is Friday

Do you think I'm kidding about that?

Almost never, almost never

Thank god it′s Friday

Songwriter:

Walter Schumann / Miklós Rózsa

SongFacts:

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[costarringyourlocallibrary]

The exterior of the Richard J. Riordan Central Library (or, the Main Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library) in Tom Mankiewicz’s Dragnet (1987).

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

Ghostbusters Fanfiction Masterlist

*** REQUESTS ARE OPEN***

Note for requests: In addition to Ghostbusters, I also write for other characters played by the actors involved, namely Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis. I will write for most any of their characters, but if I don't know the character well enough, it'll take me longer to write.

Note: All fics are rated Explicit (as per Ao3s rating system) unless otherwise noted

Egon Spengler

Not Jealous (one-shot)

Burning Fascination (complete, 11/11)

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments) (complete, 5/5)

Untitled Older Egon (coming soon)

Ray Stantz

Somewhere to Belong (complete, 12/12)

Some Call It Love, I Call It Magic (Older Ray, complete, 12/12)

Love, Unleashed (Older Ray/Spirits Unleashed, complete, 2/2)

These Golden Years (Frozen Empire Fic, one-shot)

It Was Always You (Ray at Columbia/in progress)

Real Love (RGB Ray, in progress)

Untitled Ghost!Ray (in the works)

Untitled Older Ray (in the works)

Peter Venkman

He's Yours (Peter x Dana Barrett one-shot, SFW)

Various

Ghostbusters One-Shots and Drabbles (updated October 3)

Dan Aykroyd Characters

Elwood Blues/The Blues Brothers

That Special Somebody... (complete, 2/2)

Squeeze and Please (one-shot)

I Need You (Blues Brothers AU, complete, 13/13)

Anything For You (one-shot)

Untitled BB2000 (in the works)

The Thing I Need the Most (Jake Blues one-shot, in the works)

Misc.

Dan Aykroyd Characters One-Shot Collection (updated October 7)

We Keep Watch For Each Other (Ellis Fielding/Loose Cannons, complete)

When I Start Lovin' I Just Can't Stop (Mike Weber/Soul Man, complete, 11/11)

The Way You Love Is Good As Money (Roman Craig/The Great Outdoors, in progress)

Let It Only Ever Be Me (Fred Garvin/SNL, one-shot)

Some Things Are Meant To Be (Roy/Love At First Sight (1977) coming soon)

Loving the Alien (Beldar Conehead, coming soon)

Untilted Vic fanfic (Neighbors, in the works)

Untitled Darren "Mother" Roskow fic (Sneakers, in the works)

Untitled Joe Friday fic (Dragnet 1987, in the works)

Untitled John Burns fic (The Couch Trip, in the works)

Untitled Louis Winthorpe III fic (Trading Places, in the works)

Untitled Cliff Skridlow fic (Doctor Detroit, in the works)

Harold Ramis Characters

Someday Soon I'm Gonna Make Him Mine (Russell Ziskey, in progress)

Harold Ramis Characters One-Shot Collection (updated June 17)

Untitled Steven Buchner One-shot (Baby Boom, in the works)

Will update these as I go along! Anything that's underlined is a link!

KEY:

In progress = currently posting chapters

Coming soon = enough is written for me to nearly be ready to start posting

In the works = not enough written to start posting, but it is actively being worked on

[floridaboiler]

June 26, 1987: the film Dragnet was released in U.S. theaters

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[msclaritea]

BY JOHN DILILLO

NOV. 11, 2021

"Method acting is a Hollywood tradition that’s netted many an Oscar and irritated thousands of coworkers, but it’s likely never been this stinky before. For The Power of the Dog, the new Netflix psychological-thriller-meets-cowboy-romance, Benedict Cumberbatch joins the unwashed ranks of celebrities like Jake Gyllenhaal and Ashton Kutcher. To stay fully in character, the actor didn’t shower for six days.

It was a choice wholly encouraged by Oscar-winning director and writer Jane Campion.."

YOU DONE FUCKED UP, CIA, AND SCIENTOLOGY CONNECTED, GEORGE CLOONEY .

"The Clooney family connections to Washington and politics at the highest level is nothing new. Fun fact, his maternal great-great-great-great-grandmother, Mary Ann Sparrow, was the half-sister of Nancy Lincoln, mother of, you guessed it, Abraham Lincoln.

Not only is Clooney related to Washington royalty, he’s not the first person in his family to make it big in entertainment.

Cabaret singer and actress Rosemary Clooney was George Clooney’s aunt, the sister of his father Nick Clooney. George’s other aunt, Betty Clooney, was also a famous singer in the 1950’s. And yet another famous singer, “You Light Up My Life” singer Debby Boone, is George’s cousin. Recall that his father was a gameshow and TV host and it almost starts to seem as if being from certain families makes it a lot easier to break into Hollywood.

Clooney was raised a strict Roman Catholic and attended Catholic schools where he served as an altar boy from the time he was young. By middle school Clooney had developed Bell’s Palsy, a type of facial paralysis. Bell’s Palsy is rare in adolescents, as it’s most commonly linked to sexually transmitted herpes and extreme stress. It’s worth noting that Clooney’s fellow United Nations and Council on Foreign Relations pal Angelia Jolie has also long struggled with Bell’s Palsy. In Clooney’s case, what with the rampant systemic child sex abuse we are learning has gone on for decades in the Catholic church and the connection between Hollywood, child sex abuse and Hollywood-linked military programs such as MK Ultra (recall Clooney’s father’s military ties), his having Bell’s Palsy as a child is certainly an interesting side note....Clooney studied acting with leading Scientologist Milton Katselas at his Beverly Hills Playhouse for 5 years, from 1982-1987.

In the book co-authored by the now-deceased-under-extremely-mysterious-circumstances Andrew Breitbart, Hollywood, Interrupted: Insanity Chic in Babylon — The Case Against Celebrity, Milton Katselas is discussed at length. As well as Scientology in general and it’s connection to Hollywood.

'Here’s the cliff’s notes: Think of Scientology’s presence in Hollywood as an intelligence dragnet to identify those who will trade compromising secrets for power and influence.'

One of the very top lieutenants of that intelligence operation, for decades, was Milton Katselas.

July 15, 2007, New York Times, ‘The Actualizer’: “Students have left Katselas’s school, the Beverly Hills Playhouse, because of the pressure they felt to join the Church of Scientology… they could not ignore how many of their classmates and teachers were Scientologists … and the assorted weirdness..."

[musicandotherdelights]

Daily Listening, Day #1,022 - October 18th, 2022

Album: Scum (Earache, 1987)

Artist: Napalm Death

Genre: Grindcore

Track Listing: 

"Multinational Corporations"

"Instinct Of Survival"

"The Kill"

"Scum"

"Caught... In A Dream"

"Polluted Minds"

"Sacrificed"

"Siege Of Power"

"Control"

"Born On Your Knees"

"Human Garbage"

"You Suffer"

"Life?"

"Prison Without Walls"

"Point Of No Return"

"Negative Approach"

"Success?"

"Deceiver"

"CS"

"Parasites"

"Pseudo Youth"

"Divine Death"

"As The Machine Rolls On"

"Common Enemy"

"Moral Crusade"

"Stigmatized"

"MAD"

"Dragnet"

Note: Not released in the United States.

Favorite Song: "Polluted Minds"

[sstarfruitt]

pls I'm begging you for Joe Friday wedding night sex

Look at You

Joe Friday X Reader (NSFW)

long time no see y'all lmao. sorry this one took so long- I felt really stuck with it for a while, but I think I figured it out and wrote something pretty decent.

"Look at you."

You stood before Joe, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looked back down at you, a warm smile on his face. He extended his large hand toward you, touching the bra strap of the white, lacy lingerie set you had finally revealed to him. All day, you had been nervous to show it to him, but he seemed to like it, given by his happy smile. His hand brushed down the side of your bra, his fingertips ghosting down the side of your breast. It continued down your side, before settling on where the lacy bottoms hugged your hip. “You look beautiful.”

“Really? I didn’t know if this was too corny…” you responded.

He shook his head a little. “Not at all. It’s perfect for a wedding night,” he said. You watched his eyes ghost downward again, tracing the shape of your lower body, hugged by the bottoms and thigh high socks.

“C’mere,” he continued, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close. You were pressed against his body, chest to chest. He nudged your chin upward, and once you were looking up at him, he pressed his lips to yours. Slowly, languidly he moved his lips, one of his hands moving up to settle on your shoulder. Already you felt antsy- he looked so handsome in his sleek black suit, but you couldn’t help but think about peeling it off of him.

Soon, he parted for air. He looked down at you, panting softly, a smile still on his face. “How about some music, Baby?”

You smiled back up at him. “That’d be nice.”

He pecked your forehead and responded, “Great. Now, how about you go sit down? I’ll take care of it.”

You smiled at him before wandering over to his bed. God, wait, your bed. Now this was your bed, your house, to share with him. The thought clouded your mind as you climbed onto the mattress and sat comfortably in the middle of the bed. It almost made you tear up as you looked down and smoothed your hand over the clean, soft comforter you sat on.

You lifted your gaze as the soft sound of smooth jazz played from the radio. “I hope that channel’s all right,” Joe said, wandering over toward the bed as he shed his suit jacket. “Figured it’d be more romantic.”

You giggled softly and crawled over to the edge of the bed, sitting on your knees in front of him as he stood beside the mattress. “It’s perfect, Joe. It’s very you.” You shifted on the sheets, sitting on your knees patiently as he reached up to touch the top button of his shirt. You bit your bottom lip teasingly as his tie was tossed aside and his fingers worked down the buttons of the shirt, undoing them one by one. The shirt was placed neatly on the edge of the bed, and his gaze moved back to you. His eyes were soft and lidded, and his lips were curled in a faint smile.

But you were much more distracted by his bare chest. You squirmed a little at the sight of it. “Joe…” you sighed, looking up at him to meet his eyes. “You’re really handsome, you know that?”

“I know it,” he joked, his tone flat as usual and a smirk playing about his lips. “Now, I shouldn’t leave you waiting.” He looked down as his hands moved to his belt, undoing the belt buckle. His fingers touched the front of his slacks for only a moment before his gaze shifted back to you.

“Look, Angel.” he said, still smiling softly.

You looked up at him for a moment with wide eyes, but he only returned the look with a warm smile. Your gaze shifted down to the front of his slacks, and you couldn’t help but notice the shape of his erection pressing against the fabric. He slowly lifted his hands to hook his thumbs into his waistband. Gingerly- clearly meant to tease you- he pushed the undone waistband of his pants down. His dick sprang free from the fabric, and you nearly whimpered at the sight. He was large, and already rock hard. “Like what you see?” He asked.

“Mhm…” you hummed back.

He paused for a moment, obviously pleased with your response, then continued, “Why don’t you lay back while I get these off?”

“Sure,” you answered as you scooted back towards the head of the bed. As you laid back against the pillows, you watched him get his slacks off, and neatly lay them beside his shirt. He soon got up onto the mattress and made his way over to you.

“Comfortable?”

“Very,” you purred back, smiling up at him as he seated himself between your thighs and sat on his knees. He leaned forward until he was settled on his hands and knees over you, and looked down with a warm smile.

“Good,” he answered, and closed the distance until his face was in front of yours. Warm lips pressed against your own as he kissed you softly.

You hummed faintly into his mouth. Slowly, your hands smoothed up his arms and settled behind his neck. You returned the kiss gently, savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

But eventually, you had to part for air. He lifted his head a little to look down at you with soft eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before panting, “You need any… prep?”

“N-no… I don’t think so,” you responded quietly. “Please, Joe.”

“Can’t wait, huh?” he answered with a faint smile. You could only eagerly nod. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

He lifted a hand, slipping it between his body and your own to carefully wrap his hand around his length. A little “Mmmph…” left his mouth at the feeling of it, hard and warm in his hand. He carefully angled himself and pressed his hips forward. The tip of his dick gently pressed in a little, the head settled between your folds. “Ready?”

“Y-yes…” you whimpered softly as your hands gently squeezed his shoulders.

“Alright, Sweetheart.”

Within a moment, his length began slowly pressing into you. You could only cling to him as he pressed in, the sensation of being stretched around him almost overwhelming. No matter how many times he'd take you, his size would always be staggering.

“Wow, Baby!”, he exclaimed softly, looking down at you with a smirk. “You were right. You didn’t need any prep.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “You’re doing good.”

You smiled weakly up at him, and giggled at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?” you asked.

“Really,” he answered with a soft smile. “I’m all the way in. Feel it?”

“Mhmmh,” you hummed quietly. “Y-yeah, Joe, it feels amazing...”

“Great,” he purred. “I’m glad it doesn’t hurt.”

Gingerly, he lowers his head to kiss you again, this time pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t help but sigh happily into it. The kiss seemed to last forever… in a good way. Being in his arms was like heaven.

But eventually, he parted. He smiled warmly down at you, and purred, “Look at you. You’re perfect.” You blushed sheepishly at his words. “You ready for me to move?”

“Please!” you whimpered.

He seemed almost surprised at how eagerly you responded, looking down at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a faint smirk in his lips. But nevertheless, he began to gently roll his hips. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of him pulling back and pushing back in; He took it slow but thorough, making sure each roll was deep. His first few were somewhat shallow, but once he was sure you were alright, he finally bottomed out with each thrust, angling to try to find your sweet spot.

He found it quickly, realizing he had thrust into it when you yelped softly and clung tighter to him. “Too much?” He asked softly.

“N-no, keep going,” you urged. The feeling of pleasure blossoming in your core was amazing. The feeling of his warm, hard length pressing into you was unlike anything else. But God, was it amazing. You dropped your head back and whined softly at the feeling of him carefully pumping his length into you, as he watched your face with a content smile. He kept his movements consistent- gentle, but deep. He watched as you squirmed and whimpered underneath him, making sure to etch it all into his memory.

“Angel,” he eventually called softly. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the gentle command. After a moment, you gingerly opened your eyes, looking up to see his warm, mismatched gaze meeting yours. You couldn’t help but moan softly.

“That’s it. I want to see your eyes, Beautiful,” he responded softly. His hand reached up to stroke your hair. “You’re so pretty like this.”

You whined softly- it was all getting to be too much. The praise, his embrace, the feeling of his length buried inside of you… He had barely started, and you already felt like you were going to climax.

“Joe, p-please, I think…”

“You’re close, Sweetheart?”

All you could do is nod, looking up at him with the saddest eyes.

“Good. Just relax,” he answered. At that, he slightly picked up his pace, pushing his dick in to the hilt with every thrust. All you could do is moan in surprise at the feeling of him pushing in with more force. Above you, he panted softly, his brow furrowed and his eyes locked on your face.

“Joe, I’m…”

He leaned down to peck your lips. “I know, Baby. Me too.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge. With a soft cry of his name, you came undone, your walls squeezing his length as your climax washed over you. You couldn’t help but squeeze his hips with your legs, keeping him buried to the hilt as you squirmed underneath him.

“God damn…” you heard choke from his throat. Within a moment, he moaned softly, a shiver rolling over his body. You felt a new sensation within you- the warm feeling of his finish spilling into you.

Eventually, he sat back with a soft sigh, his gaze falling between your legs as he gingerly pulled his length from inside of you. After a moment, his gaze trailed back up your body to your face. A warm smile spread on his face, and his brows lifted faintly. “God, Baby. Look at you.”

“You already said that, Joe,” you answered playfully.

He slowly leaned over you again, propping himself up on his hands. “I can’t help it. You leave me at a loss for words, Baby. You’re so beautiful.” His lips met yours, moving softly as his hand settled on your hip. "Perfect, even."

“You don’t mean that,” you giggled softly as your hands absentmindedly moved up his chest.

“Of course I do. You're amazing. I’m lucky I get to call myself your husband.”

You looked up at him, your eyes hazy in your afterglow. “Mmm… My husband. You’re my husband.”

He shifted his body off of yours, careful to keep himself face to face with you as he laid down beside you. “That’s right. I’m all yours.”

“Forever and ever?” You answered playfully.

“You know it.”

As he settled beside you, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you cuddled into his side.

“I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too, Angel.”

[discos-e-pensamentos]

Scum-Napalm Death

1-Multinacional Corporations

2-Instinct of Survival

3-The Kill

4-Scum

5-Caught... In A Dream

6-Polluted Minds

7-Sacrificed

8-Siege of Power

9-Control

10-Born On Your Knees

11-Human Garbage

12-You Suffer

13-Life?

14-Prison Without Walls

15-Point of No Return

16-Negative Approach

17-Success?

18-Deceiver

19-C.S.

20-Parasites

21-Pseudo Youth

22-Divine Death

23-As The Machine Rolls On

24-Common Enemy

25-Moral Crusade

26-Stigmatized

27-M.A.D.

28-Dragnet

1987

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[schlock-luster-video]

On January 22, 1988 Dragnet debuted in Denmark.

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 80's Fest Movie 🎥 marathon...Dragnet (1987) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #comedy #dragnet #danaykroyd #TomHanks #dabneycoleman #ripdabneycoleman #harrymorgan #ripharrymorgan #ChristopherPlummer #RIPChristopherPlummer #alexandrapaul #kathleenfreeman #peteraykroyd #fredasparagus #vintage #vhs #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest