#real steel 2011

[themareverine]

Op Ed | Charlie Kenton x fem!reader | TEASER

synopsis: op-ed, adjective: usually represents a writer's strong and focused opinion on an issue of relevance to a targeted audience. that's putting it mildly. Atom's victory over Twin Cities ushers in a media responsibility that Charlie wasn't quite prepared for, until he knocks gloves with an overeager, streetwise Minneapolis inkjockey looking for her above the fold, editorial opportunity — or maybe something not-quite so editorialized.

warnings: none yet.

a/n: looking to tap the Charlie Kenton vein (you know the one, ROFL), is this anything?

TEASER

"You finally got your story, huh, honey?"

Charlie's finger snags her by a belt hoop, thick arm slipping around her middle to pull her close to his side in the wave of chaos ringside has become. Booted feet uneasy against unfamiliar canvas, the throng of pressing bodies and ungodly noise ringing in her ears is unlike anything she'd ever witnessed.

Adrenaline of a new height pistons through her veins, sweet and hot — it's foreign. Like a stranger. Different than the sting of action that licks through your blood at the scene of a bloody accident, locked behind a police line. And she's unsure if it's the victory of the minute, the joy on Max's face — Charlie's arm has turned to fire around her waist that pitches her heart forward against her ribs, sends her senses keening. Reeling, hot. Inferno.

It's a genuine question he's awaiting a response for. She would've thought nothing about it, spouted off her all-professional response — if his gaze wouldn't have gone and dropped to her mouth. It'd been a long time since a man had ever thought about kissing her, much less ever let the thought pass through his eyes — but Charlie Kenton is not a man to let anything short of nuclear fallout stop him, she's learned.

He'd already beat the odds, championed the unthinkable. She'd seen him in action, had watched history of his world, this universe, shift on a dime.

Smiling at him, her nose scrunches as she presses closer to his side, "The story wasn't ever about Atom, Charlie — you are my story," a little breathless from the thrum of her pulse kicking up behind her ribs, she chuckles, "'washed up star of the ring makes killer comeback from the shadows' — catchier, don't you think?" Her hand finds his cheek, and she angles to press a kiss against the scruff of his midday shadow, "but that's off the record, Kenton." Pressing a light finger to her lips, she winks, shushing him quietly.

Smile growing, he brushes her hand aside. "Oh yeah? Know what else is? Off the record?"

Head canting to the side with childlike curiosity, her brow quirks. There's no time to ask the follow up that pops into the spinning cogs of her journalism brain when his mouth slants over hers, slow and hard, a breathless and deep kiss that lights her up like a switchboard.

Very suddenly there's nothing but him in the ring — Atom, Max, the hive of bodies vamooses in a quiet that rattles her bones, even if she can faintly hear the cheer of audiences watching them discover whatever the hell this kiss is.

Someone clips his shoulder with an atta boy! and she giggles against his mouth, Charlie's arm fortressing her tighter against him as he corrects their center of gravity. Pulling back with a breathlessness that sends her keening, his eyes pass over her features before he runs the back of his hand over his top lip, which pearls with post-effort sweat.

"You ready for this?" He asks loudly, nodding his head to Max and Atom, "Think you can handle our beat?" She'd follow him anywhere, she thinks, if he'd never stop smiling like he does, wide and bright.

"I think I got it," she nods, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Looks like above the fold material to me, Kenton."

KENTON & 'ATOM', THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPIONS Former boxing hopeful takes the ring for round two at Cobo.

by Millie Creeks - Kenton.

[mcrdvcks]

i'm 40 minutes into real steel and so far i do not like charlie kenton😅

he's kind of an asshole so i hope the character gets better more into the movie (but max is adorable so that's a win)

[breathalyzerfail]

Marisha Ray:

Critters all over the globe:

[chloemew]

I like when there’s a robot in a movie and it makes bass-y robot noises and also it’s big and it can just stomp its way forward abd things get knocked out of the way as it moves and

[sammy8d257]

Wow I just want to say this AU is really amazing there’s so much put into it.

And it brings me a smile on my face every time I see it on my tumblr page <3

So thank you for the amazing things that you do !

-thank you anon <3

THANK YOU??

I'm really happy you're enjoying the "A Ghost in the Machine" AU

It makes me giddy that people are getting as much enjoyment out of it as I enjoy making it

I know "Bad Ending" AUs aren't as popular, but I think it can be fun exploring them!

[whynot-movies]

Real Steel (2011)

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

if i had a nickel for every primarily red and black character i've had/made...

THE CLOWN!!!! [NON-CANON APPEARANCE] (and an old image, at that; 01/07/2023)

{ The Angel of Destruction }

The Champ (yes this is from Real Steel (2011), yes this is a recent image. i beat Palladius with only one arm motherfucker 🤟!!!)

...i'd have three nickels. wish i could afford a can of soda. hell, i might have more, but i dunno.

[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 1)

Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee

“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”

You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.

Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.

Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in. 

Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”

Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.

You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”

You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.

“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”

“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.

“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak. 

“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”

His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.

“How are you feeling, Leon?”

Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”

“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice. 

You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman. 

“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”

“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”

“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”

“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”

You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you. 

“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”

“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk. 

“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”

“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.

“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”

“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”

“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”

The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.

“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”

“Which is…?”

Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”

“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”

“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”

You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”

“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you. 

You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.

“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.

You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?

But then you came, awakening something in him.

Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.

God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.

You came back to me, baby, where you belong…

“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder. 

With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.

Curse these fucking chains…

“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.

“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.

He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”

Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”

His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.

You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him. 

“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”

Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”

“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”

“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”

“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.

“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.” “I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”

“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.

“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”

Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.

You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.

“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.

You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.

“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”

Part 2

[world-of-celebs]

Evangeline Lilly attending the Real Steel Premiere at the Universal Amphitheatre In Los Angeles on 2 October 2011.

[jellyfishjuliet]

see i know why dc will not reference the seedier side of kon’s solo bc they don’t wanna be called names for writing romantic relationships between minors and adults. but i think that’s exactly why it NEEDS to he canon again that his first great love was tana, because how else are you ever gonna address his growing up into an adult who has to reckon with the abuse (both sexual and emotional) he had to suffer at the hands of the people around him? i think konfans make the same mistake as editorial when they willfully ignore tana and knockout when extrapolating on or remaking his narrative, without realizing that those women are FOUNDATIONAL to his character. like, even though geoff and company were obsessed with highlighting legacy with the superwonderbat nonsense with kon, cassie, and tim, they only get to do it bc since sins of youth has him watch tana die and then has cassie stop kon from killing the woman who killed tana. only bc our worlds at war has kon snap at tim and drag him for his perceived heartlessness when he won’t help kon with steel bc kon couldn’t save tana or guardian.

although 2002-2011 was trench warfare for these characters, they only make sense because the sb94/yj writers actually coordinated kon’s development and did NOT forget the violence that was done to kon. contemporary kon writers will have kon chase skirts, but not admit that his relationships with women suck ass because his firsts were not exactly women you’d bring home to sunday dinner. they will have kon rehash his aggressiveness and emotional immaturity, but not admit that he’s mentally ill even though he’s had depression since sb94. didio will act like koncassie woulda been real 5ever if nightwing had died as planned, but not admit kon only got with cassie because he knows she’s the only one who can keep him in line and save him from his most violent impulses. fitzmartin will act like tim is one kon let get away, but not admit that his earlier narrative positioned bart as a direct parallel to his first love because then that would mean admitting she didn’t read a single comic and only consumed poorly written discourse from social media.

i think the first step is to admit knockout and tana moon even exist. it’s gonna be a long and hard road, but it IS important they not get erased from his oral history. you can hate them all you want, but they helped to develop him into the good man that he is today. and yes, a character that does significant harm to another character DOES aid in their development, because not all development is nice and rosy. put on your big girl pants. stop the evil women erasure.

[themareverine]

Charlie Kenton. “I want you to fight for me.” Real Steel (2011)

He’s so ✨daddy✨coded. Like soooo.

I wanna to make him a daddy again with every fiber of my being. Charlie is fast becoming one of my favorite characters in this little contained universe of his.

If anything happened to Logan, I’d—well. I wouldn’t be a widow for long. 🥵🤣

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Rose: The problem: you are Michael Bublé, it is 2011 and you would like to make a Christmas album. Your producers want you to sing the classic Christmas song "Santa, Baby," but if you sing it as intended, it's gonna come off as, like, super gay

Rose: The proposed solution: you will rewrite the lyrics to the song to imply a platonic friendship between yourself and the man in red, making Santa a real bro who's gonna help you get laid by some hunnies, with cool, masculine gifts like a steel blue convertible, a yacht and tickets to a Canadian hockey game

Rose: The reality: the combination of the eroticism of your voice and the inherently sexual vibes of the song means you create a story about a closeted gay guy desperately repressing his desire to - as the kids say - fuck that old man, no homo'ing your way through asking him to trim your tree, promising you'll be such a good boy if he treats you well, and begging him to slide down your chimney

Jade: the original is about a woman calling her rich bf santa to be cute while most other covers are about how the singer is doing a cover of santa baby (no persona)

Jade: Santa Buddy is about doing it nasty style with the real santa

Vriska: So is it safe to say the queer community has NOT forgiven Michael 8u8le for Santa 8uddy?

[pluckyredhead]

hi! i'm new to comics and i got in through reading your fics and wayne family adventures. i've since started reading more of the mainstream verse and i realized that most comic fans consider wfa to be totally fanon. you're one of the few i saw that disagrees. would you mind elaborating a lil on why? i'm too new to really form an opinion either way but i'd like to know your's!

(also yes i really did stalk your blog back years worth of posts i'm sorry! 😭😭)

Aw I love this! Welcome!

So I think it's really important to be clear on definitions here:

Canon means it's part of an official text. It's literally in a comic (or book or movie or other property) published or licensed by DC.

Fanon means it's made up by fans. That doesn't mean bad or good, it just means that it comes from fandom and is not part of the official text.

Wayne Family Adventures is an official licensed comic by DC, so by definition, it cannot be fanon. That doesn't mean everyone has to like it, but it's not a fan comic. It's an official DC product. It's not fanon.

Now, WFA isn't part of the main DCU canon. It takes place in a separate universe. The Jason in Batman #138 and the Jason in WFA are not the same and they are having very different experiences. (And I'm sure the Jason in WFA would be grateful if he knew.)

But that's no different than a comic that takes place in an alternate universe, like Dark Knights of Steel or DCeased, or a movie like Blue Beetle or a show like My Adventures with Superman. They all take place in their own universes, but all of those universes are canon. None of them are fanon.

What I think most people mean when they say WFA is fanon is that WFA draws on tropes and characterizations that are popular in fandom. Which...yes, absolutely. This is on purpose, and honestly, it pisses me off when people complain about it. (Not you, anon! Your question was lovely, you just triggered my unskippable cut scene of dialogue. Sorry lol.)

Wayne Family Adventures is probably the single best idea DC has had in the 20 years I've been reading comics. (The second best was the kids and YA graphic novel lines.)

I just checked, and WFA has 1.3 MILLION subscribers. That's more than every floppy comic starring Batman sells in a month, combined. It's more than literally any superhero comic has sold in decades - in this century! The combined strips have over A HUNDRED MILLION VIEWS. That is bonkerstown. That is a readership like DC hasn't seen since the 1970s. That is unparalleled success, and it's introducing characters like Kate Kane and Duke Thomas to a whole new audience.

Now, WFA was clearly designed to appeal to Batfans who were active on social media and fanfic sites like AO3 and Wattpad, and Webtoon readers. The readership of Webtoon is mostly young and female. Fandom as a whole is mostly female. The writer of WFA is female.

And maybe I'm not being fair here, but when I see people dismiss WFA as "just fanon," I always catch a whiff of "It's not a real Batman comic. It's a girl comic for girls."

I have spent the past 20 years begging DC (and Marvel, DC is not alone in this) to see women as a viable audience - as their largest potential growth audience! I have watched in dumbfounded frustration as they ignored the juggernaut success of Raina Telgemeier and Ngozi Ukazu and Alice Oseman running rings around the NY Times bestseller list and counted a 50k shipment here and there as a resounding triumph. I have literally seen them throw out survey responses from women because "those women had an agenda." (This is a true story. 2011 was rough, y'all.)

And all of a sudden, they gave us a comic actually catering to women and young people and fandom, and they put it on the most popular, current, modern platform for comics availably - and it's brilliant. It's smart and funny and stunningly drawn and every episode makes clever, inventive use of the scrolling format. They FINALLY gave us a girl comic for girls, and it's a masterpiece.

And yes, it riffs on fanon concepts. It also has its roots firmly in mainstream DCU canon. It references deep cuts. CRC Payne and StarBite know their shit. Jason Todd being a bookworm may be a fanon staple, but he does plenty of reading - including Jane Austen - in the 100% canon mainstream DCU comics.

It's not going to be for everything, because nothing is. It's completely fine if you don't like WFA. No one has to read it or enjoy it. If you're into Batman for the darkness and the crime and the ongoing plotlines and the angst, WFA won't be for you, and that's totally fine!

But to finally, finally be valued as a reader by DC, to have them do something smart and innovative and so, so well executed, and have the exact people they made it for dismiss it out of hand because Bruce has a "World's Okayest Dad" mug or whatever? Yeah, that chafes.

[doodle-boy]

Ok so I am buzzed on an weird cocktail of ollipop orange soda, bourbon and peach snaps. I'm exhausted from work and just thsi whole week I've been just like out of it and kinda forgot how to person. I'm a cocktail of things drinkin a cocktail of things.

But do any of yall fuckin remember REAL STEEL??

Man that is unironically one of my favorite robot movies and ain't nobody talkin about it!! Like first of all it's got boxing in it, which is always dope as someone who is a big fan of that sport. It's got ROBOTS (duh) and their all really cool designs too. Like you got to see a broad spectrum of different designs and materials used. From ones make like a they a jaguar car with shiny paint and sleep anrodymanic designs. To robots that looked like they were made out of you're old 1994 ford trucks, rusted and banged up. All of them felt like they were inspired by rock'em sock'em robots. with built in headgears and gloves. Some of them even had their neck pop up like the toy did i swear I saw that in a scene in the movie, I'm like 89% sure they made that visual gag at some point. LIKE IT'S SUCH GOOD ROBOT DESIGNS.

Also the fucking animation was really good too??? Like if you go watch a clip of it right now. you will be impressed at how good the lighting is on these robots. And they got DARING with the lighting, day time, night time, during a storm with flashing lightening, back lit by different things, in a dingy hallway, in a professional boxing ring. They did not hesitate to put the models and shaders thew their fuckin paces. Not to mention they put in the effort of adding motion blur and camera blur and close ups and far away shots. And honestly it still fucking holds up, like it legitimately looks good enough that you're brain can very easily accept it into the reality of the world their in.

And this bitch was made in 2011

I've seen movies from the last three years that looked worse than a nobody film about boxing robots.

Think about that.

Also animation aside the story is really nice too. Is it like a super stereotypical 'rookie makes it too the top' type story that is very similar to Rocky? Yes. But you just walked into a fucking boxing movie what did you expect??? Plus that's not the whole picture. It's more than just about a robot who boxes, it about a human man finding his self worth again. About finally connecting to people and himself. It'll make you cry man. It made me cry. I'm crying right now oh my god.

Anyways. peeps need to watch this movie and I need to go lie down.

i'm blazing this because reasons.

lol

[scootkiddo]

I love it when gruff reluctant father shields behind his insecurities in front of his feral child

The Last of Us (2023-)

Real Steel (2011) dir. Shawn Levy

[hollywoodoutbreak]

Shawn Levy, one of the main creative forces behind the blockbuster Deadpool & Wolverine movie, is well-acquainted with its leading stars, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman. Levy previously worked with Jackman on the 2011 sci-fi action film Real Steel and collaborated with Reynolds on the 2022 time-travel adventure The Adam Project.

While some may think directing such celebrated actors might become routine, for Levy, guiding the third Deadpool installment and uniting these two beloved characters was an unforgettable opportunity. He remained in awe of Reynolds' and Jackman's unwavering dedication and passion to elevate the film to its utmost potential.

Deadpool & Wolverine continues to captivate audiences in theaters.