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scuttle-buttle · 10 months ago

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I liked it so I had to make some fan art here you go 🍎

The Apple Tree 🌳

part 2/5

Rosie Rosenthal x Reader

It's rainy in Thorpe Abbotts. Six planes go up, only five come back. Y/N worries about Rosie.

A familiar rumble distracts the class from their work, the scratching sound of pencils on paper ceasing almost immediately. Today, they had been sheltered from the graying drizzle of the village, much to their discernment. One look at their sad little faces pulled at your heartstrings, and the words “go on, then” had barely left your smiling mouth when they had all rushed to their cubbies to pull on their raincoats to protect themselves from the horrific weather.

Six had gone up, according to the second teacher down the hall who had happened to be on a tea break when she saw the planes ascend. You hadn't told your class the number, not wanting to potentially make their miserable day worse. You wondered if the weather had affected anything - whether the thick, black clouds full of raucous thunder had blocked their vision, the harsh wind causing them to break out of formation and bringing danger to themselves. And, in the back of your mind, you wondered about Rosie, hoping that he was safe.

It had been a couple of days since your last meeting, wherein you'd seen him taking a walk alone around Thorpe Abbotts, you spotting him as you rode home on your bike. You had waved nervously, precariously taking a hand off one of your handlebars to do so. Even from the opposite side of the road, you saw his face make a huge, beautiful smile, his baby blue eyes twinkling at the sight of you.

“Hi, Y/N. Wonderful to see you again.”

“Rosie,” you'd replied, your mouth also instantly bearing a grin at seeing him. “You, too. How was your weekend?”

“Ah, nothing special. I flew a practice mission, came back and wrote my mom. I try to keep her updated, she worries about me so, especially with me being so far away.”

“Oh, I understand. That's very sweet,” your heart melting at a man caring so much for his family. There is a pause as you keep smiling sweetly at one another, stuck for words due to being so excited at seeing each other again.

“So,” he breaks the silence. “Are you headed home?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “It's been a long day. It wasn't sunny enough to let the children play outside, and being cooped up drives them mad!” You laugh, hoping to diffuse the butterflies rising up in your stomach as he begins to offer to wheel your bike home so you can walk alongside him.

“I can imagine!” He responds, once again smiling in your direction as his eyes dart around, trying to get his bearings. A crack of thunder from above distracts him, his shoulders sagging with a sigh.

“We'd better hurry you home, ma'am.”

Running through the rain, you arrive at the cottage quick as a flash. “Come in and warm up by the fire,” you shout over the loud pattering of raindrops on your slate doorstep, both of you sheltering under the front door canopy.

“I'd love to, but I gotta get back to base. We have a briefing in the morning and I should get some rest.”

“Oh, of course. Well, thank you for walking me home again. You're great company.”

“You too, ma'am,” he smiles, exhaling through his nose with a slight giggle. “Are you doing anything Thursday afternoon?”

“No, I'm not,” you reply, the fastest answer that's ever left your lips. “I leave the school at around 2pm. You could meet me there? I could show you around a little. Bring your bike!”

“Oh, er–” he stutters, face turning red with embarrassment. “I haven't quite got to grips with that thing yet.” You try your best to stifle a giggle, shaking your head.

“I've heard you're the best pilot in the Army Air Force and you can't ride a bike?” You wink at him jokingly, his face now a cute shade of pink.

“Leave me alone, Y/N,” he pokes at you, his face however, still holding that beautiful smile.

“I'll teach you…if you'd like,” you say with a shrug. He nods, the color of his cheeks returning to normal. He reaches over and softly kisses your cheek, your hand coming up to touch it as soon as his lips break contact.

“Miss, I saw five come back,” Penelope says in a small voice. “How many were there?” Feeling your heart jump to your throat and your breathing become ragged, you try your best to maintain composure.

“I believe it was five, little one,” you respond, gritting your teeth into a reassuring smile. “Mrs Meldrum said five, but she was nose deep in the biscuit tin at the time. I'll ask her later, okay?” The wide eyed little girl nods and rushes back to her seat, pushing her round glasses up her nose as she sits down, once again ready to learn.

Getting through the rest of the day without making your unease obvious is an arduous task. Every time you think of Rosie, you feel your heart almost stop, feeling like a phantom hand has its grip around it, crushing it bit by bit. You find yourself taking a moment while the children are distracted to place a hand on your chest, willing your breathing to return to its usual pace, arguing with yourself for feeling so anxious over somebody you've met only twice.

To your surprise, you see your friend Sally outside as you corral the children out the door for home time, zipping coats and tying shoe laces as they rush out of the door into the cold drizzle. She's stood in a yellow rain coat, a black umbrella swaying slightly in the breeze.

“Sally?” You call. “Come in, doll.” A look of concern etched on your face, she runs in, dismantling her umbrella, a sob catching in her throat as she runs past you into the schoolroom.

“Oh, Y/N,” she wails, her pretty face crumpled. Her eyes are squeezed shut, black inky trails from her mascara shooting down her face. “Only five–” she stutters, before taking a deep breath to try and compose herself. “Only five came back…and–and I don't know if James…”

“Hey, Sal,” you murmur, pulling her into a tight hug, her wet raincoat against your skin causing you to shiver suddenly. “It's all going to be okay, just–” you pause, a hand on her cheek now. “Just be patient. He'll be knocking on your door tomorrow.” She nods, a small sob escaping her lips as she wipes her eyes. You hand her a small white handkerchief, embroidered with your initials. This seems to make her cry all the more.

“I still have the one your Granny made me,” she says as she dabs away the mascara lines. “Maybe I should start carrying it again.” You titter, exhaling as you do so.

“She gave them to us when we were, what, six?” You look at Sally inquisitively, and she nods. “And she made us promise to always stay friends. I'm not sure why she thought matching handkerchiefs would cement that, but…”

“I'm glad we did, though,” she laughs, sniffing.

“Me, too. Now, come on. You're about to freeze if we don't get you some place warm. I'll light the fire at home and you'll stay for dinner to take your mind off this.” You grip her softly by the shoulders. “He will be here tomorrow, okay?” But you're not quite sure who you're trying to reassure more: yourself or your best friend.

A restless night awaits you, tossing and turning in your bed as the moonlight peeks through your thin curtains. All you can think about is if Rosie and James are safe, the weight of your thoughts crushing your chest with every attempted deep breath. You fall asleep just as the sun is rising, and you wake feeling horrific. You pad to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, hoping going through your daily routine will bring some color back to your pale face and somehow, take your mind off things.

It's only when you pull your bike from against the wall of the cottage that you realize it's finally stopped raining for the first time in three days. You breathe in the fresh air, hearing the soft breeze blow through the leaves on the tree outside your gate as your eyes close softly. “Y/N!” you hear a voice call from down the lane. There, in his uniform, looking a little battered, is James. As he approaches you, you see he has a small scratch above his eyebrow and another gash upon his cheek.

“James!” You reply, extremely happy to see him. “You're here! Oh, Sally came to see me in such an awful state yesterday. We only saw five planes come back, and–”

“I'm headed there now,” he responds, interrupting your train of thought. He smiles brightly at you, and gives you a friendly wink. “Thank you for looking after her,” he says, softly. “I sure do hate worrying her but…it's just the way of the job.”

“I understand, James. I know. She just has such a big heart.” You begin to wheel your bike down the lane towards the school, waving a goodbye to James and trying your best to avoid asking the one question that kept you up all night. The temptation, however, is too much and you stop in your tracks.

“James?” You call after him. He turns but keeps walking, looking precariously behind him every few steps to avoid potholes and small ditches. “Is Rosie okay?”

“Finally!” He yells into the distance between you. “I was waiting for you to ask. He's fine, Y/N. Teach him how to ride that darn bike before he puts himself in the infirmary again!”

The day passes in a blink, which you think is mostly in part of you wishing the day away. The children leave in a gaggle of excitement, looking forward to feeling the warm sun on their sweet faces as they begin their short walk home, playing together all the while. As they disperse, you look out of the bay window and spot someone under the apple tree, reading, their brow furrowed in concentration. “Rosie!” you squeal, swing open the door and run towards him as fast as you can. He spots you immediately and stands up, just in time for you to fling your arms around him without second guessing yourself.

“Well, hi,” He murmurs, his face buried in your neck. You breathe a huge sigh of relief into him, your eyes squeezed shut.

“I didn't know if you were--oh, I was so worried about you,” you hold him a little tighter, wanting to make the embrace last a few moments more. “Oh, I'm so happy to see you, Rosie.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” he replies, reciprocating the tighter hug. You finally break apart, your hand finding its way to cup his cheek.

“Now,” you sigh, finally content. “Tell me why you can't ride this bike.”

He demonstrates, looking a little embarrassed when you see him begin to try pedal backwards.

“Hey, stop!” You call after him. “What are you doing?”

“I'm trying to stop the thing,” he laughs, but obviously frustrated.

“Darling,” you reply, the word just spilling out of you. “These–” you gesture to the long buttons just off the handlebars, “--are for stopping.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, comically slapping a hand to his head.

“Wow,” he says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I guess I can ride a bike. You really are a great teacher, Y/N. Those kids are lucky.” You shove at him playfully, laughing at his tone, until he grabs your hand. “Seriously…” he pauses, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “You're wonderful.”

Both balancing your bikes against the schoolhouse, you find yourselves under the apple tree, the sun just beginning to set. You had grabbed a spare blanket from the classroom, just in case the weather began to turn at a moment's notice which you knew was a terrible habit England possessed. Rosie places it around both of you and pulls you in close, your head resting on his shoulder. You close your eyes and exhale, contentedly, the rollercoaster of emotions from the past day finally leaving you in that breath, grateful and happy to have him here with you and safe for the time being. You reluctantly check your watch as he runs his fingers through your loose hair.

“You probably should get going,” you sigh, eyes a little sad. “It's late. I don't want you in trouble.”

“I can handle it,” he says quietly, his whole body relaxing underneath you. “Just a few more minutes, please. I just want to be a guy, watching the sunset with a pretty girl on my arm.”

#clearly i worked so hard on this #used all my skills #lmao i hope you like it 😂😂😂#but hey now you have official fan art for your fic #masters of the air #mota #mota fic #masters of the air fic #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x reader #nate mann

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lamialamia · 7 months ago

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We have a problem: why am I watching this sex scene again?

Ah. Sex scenes. You wild wild beast. The crossroad of many discourses and analyses and opinions and essays and now, here I am, a mere casual ww2 rpf fan, throwing my own hat to the ring. In this blog post I'm going to talk once more about sex scenes -- two in particular -- and why the eff one of them matters, making the ww2 rpf more compelling and the other did not.

Disclaimer: Whether or not sex scenes are needed in media in general or the right way to implement them across the vast spectrum of art is not part of this discussion. Please keep in mind I'm trying to complain about the writing decision in the small scope of the HBO War shows.

I have discussed the problem with the Crosby/Sandra plot line in a previous analysis here. But I think the problem with it requires another (and maybe a third) write-up. Here, I want to talk about why the tiny sex scene between Crosby and Sandra in episode 7 is a waste of screen time.

So, we have the sex scene in MOTA episode 7. It is somewhat explicit and it was clear it is consensual and that the people who are fucking is very into it. In comparison to other sex scenes in HBO War fandom, it doesn't exactly stands out to me with just the imagery of the act (of course this is a personal opinion, whether or not I find a sex scene hot or bad or corny or lovely or [insert adjective here] is not universal).

However, my problem with this sex scene between Crosby and Sandra is that it doesn't matter to the story.

After getting it on with Sandra, and then after she left him, Crosby never talked about this affair in anyway. Not over the narration, expressing some kind of sentiment over it, not with Rosie or any other guy, so me, the audience, have no idea what he think about it or how he might be affected about it. We didn't know what Sandra think or feel about it either because her scenes are about her spy works and that's it.

You might say: well he doesn't have to tell us how he feel if the show can demonstrate to us the same thing.

Yet, MOTA never did that. Furthermore, the show never portray the sex between them matters to the characters beyond getting their rocks off. And then, the sex doesn't matter to the theme of the episode nor the overall theme of the show either. It's just something that happened.

(Sad to say that maybe this sub-plot distracts me from the rest of episode 7 and 8)

This might be consider 'realistic'. In real life, people can have sex just for the joy of it. Which is true, but in a drama mini-series, the choices to include or exclude details must take in consideration whether what is on screen is valuable to the story the show is trying to tell. Why are they including this sex scene instead of the hundred other real life details that don't make the cut? We don't have a training montage for the pilots, we never learn how Quinn and Bailey get back to base from Germany, we never have the D-Day invasion sequence,...

Let's have a comparison to another sex scene.

In The Pacific episode 3, Sidney Phillips met Gwen in Melbourne and started a romance with her that ended in them having sex before he got shipped back to Pavuvu. Personally for me, it wasn't an awesome sex scene either. Both Gwen and Sidney were awkward, they kissed and the entire thing ended with him kissing her bare shoulder.

But what truly matter happened latter. When Eugene arrived in Pavuvu and reunited with Sidney, he asked Sidney about what combat was like. And to answer this, Sidney mentioned him sleeping with Gwen not to brag about his sexual conquest but to make a comparison with the brutal battles he survived.

Despite the fact that the two of them grew up together, in just a small amount of times, Sidney have been through things and done things Eugene hadn't. All of that (both combat and his brief romance with Gwen) had changed Sidney to the point that Eugene could not longer connect with him. There was now a chasm between them. Eugene looked at his friend and tried to understand him but couldn't. There were things that must be experienced to be understood.

And then, Eugene himself went through life-changing events. The war changed him so much that when he returned to Mobile, he once again couldn't connect with Sidney

Or his brother (who was in the Army and was in the euro theatre) -- another person who had gone through the war himself.

Both Sidney and Eugene's older brother had returned home before him while Eugene had just came back, fresh off the board with his mental wounds, and it showed the chasm had formed between him and these two men who supposed to shared this brutal experience with Eugene.

In fact his brother specifically mentioned how Eugene is still a virgin, which highlight further how he was 'missing out' on that particular experience that both these men have.

And this all started when we were still following H company and witnessed Sidney and Gwen having sex. That small thing compounded over time. It snowballed into all these differences and distance that Sidney would have with Eugene, and then Eugene would be having against his own hometown, his brother, his family, and his best friend. It served to show how war had did its number on Eugene in many ways.

The sex scene between Sidney and Gwen mattered to the story, it served a narrative purpose eventually.

Crosby and Sandra's sex scene did not. And to include it meant there would be less screen time for any other story line, leaving not just the sub-plot of Crosby's arc weaker, but the other ones as well. Overall, this creative decision left MOTA a weaker show in term of its writing.

#mota #the pacific #my meta

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caffeinated-fan · 10 months ago

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Caffe's scream chamber

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Howdy! I'm Caffeinated-Fan or Caffe. I'm an artist and occasionally a writer. I focus mostly on Band of Brothers, Generation Kill, the Pacific, Masters of the Air, and other military media. And whatever else catches my fancy.

This is an 18+ page, so I will say some out of pocket shit and reblog out of pocket shit. I can't exactly stop minors from following, but don't talk to me about sexual topics if you're under 18.

««Master list»»

Art

Everett Blakley sketch MOTA

John Brady MOTA

Harry Crosby MOTA

Chuck Grant sketch Band of Brothers

Wayne 'Skinny' Sisk Band of Brothers

Gabe Garza Generation Kill

Nausicaä

Hatsune Miku Project Voltage Poison

Hatsune Miku Project Voltage Ghost

Hatsune Miku Project Voltage Fire

Juri Street Fighter

Writing on AO3 and Tumblr

Ao3 links ----

Mercy Shifty Powers Band of Brothers

Desktop>Logs>Iceman Top Gun

The boys who died in the hills The Pacific

Tumblr links ----

Desktop>logs>Iceman Top Gun

Transcript one; Sgt. Brad “Iceman” Colbert and Cpl. Josh Ray Person

Transcript two: Sgt. Antonio “Poke” Espera and Cpl. Jason Lilley and Cpl. Hector Leon.

Transcript three: Lance Cpl. Harold “James” Trombley and Cpl. Gabriel Garza

Transcript four: Sgt. Larry Shawn “Pappy” Patrick and Sgt. Rudy “Fruity Rudy” Reyes.

Transcript five: Cpl. Evan “Q-Tip” Stafford and Cpl. Anthony “Manimal” Jacks.

Old writing that haunts me :,) -1 damage -1 damage -1 damage

Nate dad fic I hate this uuuuuughghhghg

Garza x reader fic ouch oof

unfinished Genkill oc fic

Get around tags; to make it easier for you to find something before it gets added to the Master List.

#caffe draws <- if there is new art, it'll be tagged here first

#caffe writes <- if there is new writing on Ao3, it'll be tagged here first

#caffe spouts shit <- daily life is kept under this tag

#caffe answers <- answered asks go here

#generation kill #masters of the air #mota #band of brothers #the pacific #gen kill #caffe writes #top gun 1986 #top gun #caffe draws

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swifty-fox · 6 months ago

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Firet off thanks for the Astronaut!AU fic rec it made my day 😍

Secondly - are you still doing this? ➡️ anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me

What your first, latest and fave fandom?

What was your first fan social media platform?

What kind of fan are you? Do you care about the actor’s career/work stuff only, or do you follow their personal lives and have opinions about it?

🙏🏻

its sooo good @rambleonwaywardson is a goddamn genius i am in their walls.

I am still doing it!!

my first fandom would probably have been maximum ride? at least where I had a concept of fandom and engaged in it in a meaningful way. I was drawing warrior cats art and had ocs but it was very centralized to myself. Maximum Ride I was writing for and drawing for back on fanfiction dot net. I'm sure my account is still up there but the site seems to be down currently lol

Latest fandom is MOTA/HBOWar haha, clearly. And favorite ughaaa that's hard it's easy/automatic to say your current one but If I were to be honest it's probably homestuck. The fic quality per capita was just...unmatched. The content was amazing, it led to so much creative growth for me and still is the subject of most of my comfort fics and my best art pieces

So before MOTA I was not a tv/movie fandom person At All. I stuck to literary and comic media pretty exclusively with maybe one or two exceptions. But so far I'm very casually following some of the MOTA casts careers and lives. I believe in a healthy respect and boundary

#swiftytalks #ask games

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dinozenkaiju · 6 months ago

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This is a post to collect my MOTA fan art and other stuff i did.

My Buck x Bucky fanart

Other Arts

Picture Edits

Writings

I love MOTA so much and this is the main thing i post about. Im happy to spread the love and content for this tiny series.

#mota #buck x bucky #clegan

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mercurygray · 1 year ago

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what would the fandom's thoughts be on eileen? and/or connie?

Eileen might be the only person who makes it out of the fandom looking good, to be completely honest.

Now, we should preface this by saying that there are two sides to the TDS miniseries fandom, right? There's the Tumblr side - and then there's the Reddit, dudebro side. That side only talks about Eileen Hammond as it relates to the sword and sandals movies she did in the 50s where she is very scantily clad, her pin up photos, and nose art on airplanes (of which there is A LOT. If I do not make at least one MOTA joke about Eileen on the side of a plane what am I even doing here?) They…really only care when her clothes are off.

Tumblr, on the other hand, fucking LOVES Eileen. Eileen Hammond, living legend, purported member of Dietrich's sewing circle, USO advocate, sometime beard for at least three or four gay actors? BI-CON. (This side of fandom also cares about Eileen with her clothes off but in a slightly more tasteful way, if that's possible.) The only thing they're salty about is that they didn't let her make out with a girl during the series. (Tumblr has some frontrunners for this job, but they're really not picky.) This is the face that launched a couple of Queer Studies doctoral theses and and a lot of '…oh' moments. And some original female characters, probably. She ticks every single one of tumblr's boxes with flying colors and every one of her interviews is extensively giffed - even the ones in her 90s.

A couple people are salty she actually ended up married to Nixon, or that she wasn't progressive enough during her own era to live with a woman. These people are killjoys and we should ignore them.

Connie! Most likely to ALSO do numbers on tumblr as a 'smol gay bean' and a 'disaster lesbian' even though Connie is definitely a lesbian but certainly not a disaster. But she's super relatable and probably gets used a lot for reaction images. (She also gets a lot of rarepair action.) There is a small but not insignificant number of fans who go to visit the bar she started with her partner in Milwaukee during Pride week.

[If my OC was canon how would the fandom treat them?]

#asked and answered #if my OC was canon #connie schmidt #eileen hammond

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feyd-meowtha · 4 months ago

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Ao3 Fic Meme

I was tagged by @joeyalohadream thank you!

Rules: go to your AO3 account and find the following:

1. What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

Mature (3)

Explicit (5)

2. What are your top three fandoms?

Only have 3 lol

Masters of the Air (4)

Dune (2)

My Own Private Idaho (1)

(used to have an unfinished Fear and Hunger fic up but i wasn't gonna finish it so it was stressing me out and I deleted it, maybe I'll put it back up one day idk)

3. What is the top character you write about?

Curtis Biddick (4)

Ken Lemmons (4)

John Clarence Egan (4)

4. What are your top three pairings?

Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan (4)

Paul Atreides/Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen (2)

Curtis Biddick/Ken Lemmons (2)

5. What are the top three additional tags

Recreational Drug Use (5) (lol)

Angst (4)

Hurt/Comfort (4)

6. Does any of this surprise you

Not really considering I wrote all of these in the last couple years so I remember it p well? Though the stats themselves are a little misleading cus I've still written far more words of Dune fic than MOTA. Those tags kinda outed me as a terrible fiend and it did make me realise that... yeah, people do kinda be doing drugs in everything I write. I wonder why that could be... It's almost as if the art you create is always a reflection of the self. Wild.

As for ratings and stuff, its a weird one because I don't actually consider myself a huge fan of like smut for smuts sake (for someone who writes mostly E rated fic) but what I am a fan of is character analysis and psychology, something which is very well served by writing smut/darker relationships so that is why that is the way it is I gues. The explicit stuff is kinda secondary to the psychoanalysis, but still fun don't get it twisted. (this also applies a lot less to Our House where everything is a lot chiller and funner and most characters don't have like mountains of PTSD)

As for the choices of pairings and the other tags, it's pretty clear I'm a slut for angst and in the case of MOPI and MOTA - a sad blonde man x loud gregarious brunette dynamic.

I tag @whirlpool-blogs, @blixabargelds, @weimarweekly, @swifty-fox and @london-cowboy. Also anyone else who fancies it!

#tag games #my fic #ao3 #hillyspeaks

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ulkaralakbarova · 6 months ago

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Johnny Truelove likes to see himself as tough. He’s the son of an underworld figure and a drug dealer. Johnny also likes to get tough when things don’t go his way. When Jake Mazursky fails to pay up for Johnny, things get worse for the Mazursky family, as Johnny and his ‘gang’ kidnap Jake’s 15 year old brother and holds him hostage. Problem now is what to do with ‘stolen boy?’ Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Johnny Truelove: Emile Hirsch Sonny Truelove: Bruce Willis Julie Beckley: Amanda Seyfried Frankie Ballenbacher: Justin Timberlake Elvis Schmidt: Shawn Hatosy Jake Mazursky: Ben Foster Cosmo Gadabeeti: Harry Dean Stanton Interviewer (as Matt Barry): Matthew Barry Tiko “TKO” Martinez: Fernando Vargas Pick Giaimo: Vincent Kartheiser Bobby “911”: Alex Solowitz P.J. Truelove: Alec Vigil Adrian Jones: Frank Cassavetes Neighborhood Girl on Couch: Nicole Dubos Dance Bitch Girl: Regina Rice Party Girl: Laura Nativo Alma: Amber Heard Zack Mazursky: Anton Yelchin Butch Mazursky: David Thornton Olivia Mazursky: Sharon Stone Angela Holden: Olivia Wilde Wanda Haynes: Heather Wahlquist Abby: Shera Danese Dale Dierker (as Nancy DeMayo): Nancy De Mayo Jonna Kirshner: Xan Cassavetes Susan Hartunian: Dominique Swain Sabrina Pope: Charity Shea Buzz Fecske: Lukas Haas Bartender (as Heather-Elizabeth Parkhurst): Heather Elizabeth Parkhurst Employee: Jesse Erwin Peter Johansson: Paul Johansson Latino Youth (as Danny Abeckaser): Danny A. Abeckaser Latino Youth (as James A. Molina): James Molina Chucky Mota: Chuck Pacheco Gay “Lumpy” Yeager: Frank Peluso Klemash: Joshua Alba Juergen Ballenbacher: Chris Kinkade Keith Stratten: Christopher Marquette Tiffany Hartunian: Alex Kingston Bob Nolder: Bobby Cooper Delores Stratten (as Stephanie Fowler): Stephanie A. Fowler Elaine Holden (as Janet Jones Gretzky): Janet Jones Douglas Holden: Alan Thicke Salesman: Rick Salomon Leigh Fecske: Adrianna Belan Detective Tom Finnegan: Holt McCallany Lu: Shirley Kurata Santa Fe Kid (uncredited): Mario Ardila, Jr. John Kirschner (uncredited): Matt Borlenghi Bar Patron (uncredited): Curt Clendenin Party Girl (uncredited): Angela Meryl Bar Girl (uncredited): Bernadette Pérez Undercover Cop (uncredited): Emilio Roso Reporter (uncredited): Kristen Williams De Rosa: Greg Williams Additional VO (uncredited): Devin Kamin V.C.: Patrick Nguyen Bathroom Party Girl: Natasha Elliott Dale Dierker’s Dog (uncredited): Sadie Film Crew: Producer: Sidney Kimmel Producer: Chuck Pacheco Director: Nick Cassavetes Art Direction: Alan Petherick Co-Producer: Nancy Green-Keyes Production Design: Dominic Watkins Original Music Composer: Aaron Zigman Music Supervisor: Spring Aspers Costume Design: Sara Jane Slotnick Director of Photography: Robert Fraisse Music Editor: Angie Rubin Set Decoration: Fainche MacCarthy Casting: Matthew Barry Executive Producer: Jan Korbelin Still Photographer: Darren Michaels Executive Producer: Andreas Schmid Editor: Alan Heim Associate Producer: Michael Mehas Executive Producer: Robert Geringer Executive Producer: Marina Grasic Executive Producer: Andreas Grosch Executive Producer: Steve Markoff Script Supervisor: Jeanne Byrd Executive Producer: Avram Butch Kaplan Stunts: J.J. Perry Movie Reviews: J4stringthang: OK Timberlake fans and haters alike, Calm Down! Largely regarded as “you know, that movie with Timberlake in it.” Alpha Dog was enjoyable. And Timberlake did a great job. He is definitely all grown up now. A strong supporting cast of Sharon Stone and Bruce Willis sure didn’t hurt. I loved how the cast worked so good together. They were very believable. The movie did a great job of showing us just how crazy and out of control a simple misunderstanding can get. Hopeful Hollywood does force Ben Foster down our throat! Small doses please! NOTE: Alpha Dog has a lot of language in it. DoryDarko: Going into this film, I had no idea what it was about, only that it was based on a true story. And the more I think about this fact, the truth behind it all, the more it saddens me. The story that unfolded before my eyes...

#california #drugs #hostage #kidnapping #marijuana #swimming pool #Top Rated Movies

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