#rex bale

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

Yoooo have you seen Christian Bale's son dressed as a newsie for a new film??

No one knows the kid's name? It might be Rex lol. But we know the movie is a take on the Bride of Frankenstein set in the 30s and directed by Maggie gyllenhaal!

Source.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hii can you write about bale!bruce being an ass guy and just constantly grabbing and squeezing your ass whenever you’re on his lap and especially during sex, he would be doing all that and slapping it a lot? thank you sm i hope this isn’t too weird to ask!! 😭🫶

That's not too weird at all!! 🩷

This isn't exactly what you asked for, but the horny part of my brain took over, and there was no stopping it lol

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Sweet as a Peach 🍑

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Okay, but imagine this...

You're laying on your bed, turned on your stomach while reading a book or looking through your phone. It's late already, only the faint glow of the lamp on your bedside table illuminating the room.

Your legs are bare, as your usual sleep attire consisted of a top of some sort short and a pair of panties. Sleep is tugging at your limbs, your eyelids begin to droop, and your head feels heavy.

In comes Bruce, your husband, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and, fortunately for you, no shirt. He takes a moment to admire your form.

The curve of your back and your shoulders, your hips that look so soft and comfortable to grab and your legs, moving around a bit as you adjust your position.

And then, his favorite part. Your ass that looks like it was crafted by the gods. At least in his eyes. It's so perfect. He can't find a single flaw. It fades into your thighs so nicely, and the shimmering stretch marks accentuate its form even better.

Next thing he knows, he's staring at your behind with dilated pupils and a slack jaw. He's itching to take a handful, wanting to feel the supple flesh spill between his fingers. Bruce steps closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The tips of his fingers ghost over the curve of your ass, making a shiver run up your spine. You giggle, knowing exactly what's about to happen. As ridiculous as it sounds, Bruce was almost hypnotized, completely focused on your rear. His feather light touches turn into a gentle kneading of the fat, to digging his hands into the flesh.

You wiggle your hips from side to side with a cheeky smile, watching as he shot you a look before his lips were pressed to the backs of your thighs, trailing sloppy kisses up your leg. The soft hum that falls from your lips turns into a gasp when Bruce nips at your cheek, soothing it with a soft kiss.

He sucks hickeys and gently bites at your ass and thighs, covering them in various blooming shades of purple and blue. You could swear he spent hours worshipping your behind to his heart's content.

He hums against your skin, running his tongue up the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs to open wider. Bruce gently rubs his hands over the many marks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he settles back into his favorite place.

He noses the gusset of your underwear, making you instinctively arch your back, which in turn makes a wicked grin spread over his face.

He ended up eating you out until the sun rose, reveling in the beautiful sounds you made and how your body reacted to his tongue running along the seam of your cunt.

Whenever your hips would flinch away from his mouth, he'd deliver firm spanks to your ass, scolding you for interrupting his meal. He's obsessed. Your thighs clenched around his head, his cheek resting agaisnt your rear as he lazily licked and flicked his tongue over your clit.

He made you come undone so many times that you had to fend him off with a stick by the end.

Bruce loves to use your ass as a pillow. He'll collapse on top of you and use your cheeks as cloudy head support while he knocks out for a good few hours. Mainly after patrol.

Because where you see your ass, Bruce sees two perfectly good clouds to take a nap on.

<3

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I hope it was satisfactory nonetheless!!

《tag list》: @allysunny @arkhamknightscxnt @gaozorous-rex-blog @hellonheels-x

(Lmk if you want to be added! Currently writing for Bale!Bruce, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson!)

[vodika-vibes]

Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you. 

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood. 

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares. 

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen. 

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

[cantsayidont]

VELVET GOLDMINE (1998): Stylish but deadening Todd Haynes '70s glam rock homage, a CITIZEN KANE riff following reporter Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale) as he investigates the fate of glam star Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), who faked his own on-stage murder and disappeared 10 years earlier.

As Arthur chases after people who knew Brian, including the star's estranged ex-wife Mandy (Toni Collette) and his one-time lover/muse Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor), flashbacks reveal that Arthur himself once hovered on the fringes of the glam scene, longing to be part of its hedonistic atmosphere of genderfluid gay sex without ever quite committing (although we eventually learn he did have a brief groupie tryst with Curt). In other hands than Haynes', this might have been poignant, but neither Bale's wooden performance nor the thin script provides any more reason to care about Arthur (about whose present life we're told almost nothing) than about Brian, Mandy, or Curt, whom Haynes treats more as extensions of the sets and wardrobe than as three-dimensional characters; an Oscar-bait scene where Mandy laments giving up her girlhood for Brian seems like an excerpt from a completely different movie.

Obviously, the film's principal claims to fame are its production design and the opportunity to see its skinny white British stars naked and snogging, but once the McGregor peen has been brandished and the snogging dispensed with (and awfully perfunctorily, even for 1998), the rest barely qualifies as "wispy." Dramatic stakes are nonexistent, and with so many layers of emotional detachment, even its most decadent moments are less involving than just watching some old music videos or documentary clips. As in other Haynes projects, the look and feel of the period is lavishly if superficially reproduced, but after about an hour, you may feel like you're suffocating in the display case. The soundtrack's pastiche glam rock songs are so vacuous they border on parody, and you gain nothing by recognizing the various story elements Haynes borrowed from the lives and careers of real glam rock stars like Bowie and Marc Bolan. CONTAINS LESBIANS? You must be joking. VERDICT: A collection of gifsets in search of a story, characters, or a reason to give a shit. As disdainful as I am of fanfiction, I must concede that you'd probably be better off just putting on some T. Rex and seeing what AO3 has under "Velvet Goldmine."

[steam-beasts]

Oh Sheep!

December had rolled around on Sodor, and the snow was at its strongest. On the Arlesdale Railway, Diesel Junior – or "DJ" as he liked to be called – was resting in the diesel sheds at Arlesburgh West. It was early morning, but the schedules were a lot more relaxed than how they were during the autumn rush.

DJ was sitting at the very back of the shed, fast asleep and trying to keep his radiator warm. Just then, the doors slowly swung open, the chilly air sweeping in. DJ's face at the cold and opened his eyes to see Mr Fergus Duncan walking towards him.

"Good morning, DJ. Apologies for waking you" He said. DJ yawned "It's alright, Mr Duncan. Do...Do you need me to do something?" He asked tiredly. Mr Duncan hummed softly in agreement "Yes, I need you to go to Arlesdale Green to collect a left behind ballast cart. Rex forgot to bring it before going to sleep" the Small Controller explained.

DJ raised an eyebrow "Not that I'm refusing to do it, Mr Duncan. But can't one of the Blister twins do that? Or...Frank?"

Mr Duncan sighed "The Blister twins are off doing a passenger run, and Frank is away taking wool bales to market" he replied with a shrug.

"Oh, well...ok. I'll go"

Mr Duncan gently smiled, giving DJ's roof a pat "Atta boy. Off you go!" DJ lightly smiled back and watched as the Small Controller turned heel and left the shed.

Eventually, the little diesel soon set off out of the sheds and into the cold himself, wincing at the bright light after being shrouded in the dark shed.

Snow had begun to fall by the time DJ reached the Arlesburgh bridge street. He glanced at the upcoming platform to see a couple of workers shoveling away snow, and a middle aged lady. This was the Stationmaster, seemingly wanting to talk to him as she waited on the platform. DJ frowned.

"Oh no, not her!" The little diesel groaned quietly "She's always pestering me about something small and unimportant..."

He was proved to be correct as the Stationmaster took out a red flag waved him down. DJ knew he shouldn't be disrespectful despite his annoyance from her, so he slowed to a stop with a fake grin on his face, plus, she had a red flag so it was probably important... this time "Is something the matter, Mrs Stationmaster?" He asked sweetly ."Yes, you don't happen to be going towards the Marthwaite Woodland area, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm collecting a stray ballast truck down at the green. Is something wrong?" He replied nonchalantly. The Stationmaster scratched her head "Well, due to a shortage of sand, the tracks beyond the Ffarqhuarr road don't have any grit, so best be careful" she warned. DJ honked his horn in acknowledgement and continued on down the line. Once she couldn't see his face, DJ rolled his eyes "Pah, 'be careful' she said. Nonsense, the rails can't be slippy! I haven't slipped on them, neither of the twins have slipped, and neither has Frank. All that comes out of her mouth is a bunch of malarkey!" He scoffed. As he said this, a few cars on the road nearby were slipping and swerving, not dangerously of course.

By the time DJ reached the Ffarqhuarr road, the snow fall was getting heavier, and more like a blizzard. DJ had to squint a little as Farmer Willie came dawdling by with a cart packed with sheep. Willie noticed DJ and came to a brief stop "Hullo' there, DJ! You alright?"

DJ gazed up at Willie and smiled "I'm F-Fine, Farmer Willie. I'm just going up to collect a ballast truck!"

Willie hummed and nodded "Ah, ok..." he said before glancing over at his sheep. Some were asleep, some were not and simply sat in the cart...not all of them were accounted for. He then heard DJ gasp "Are those sheep?!"

Willie shook out of his small daydream "Oh, uh– yes! My boss wants me to take these little guys to the barn for winter!"

A sheep then looked over at DJ and bleated, making the diesel "Aww! Hi there!" He cooed. Farmer Willie just stared at the sheep for a solid minute before realising something "Oh yeah, uh...DJ? If you see a sheep on it's own somewhere, let me know please. It, uh... got out. It has a little bell around its neck and... it's not here..." He trailed off, staring into space.

DJ wasn't listening, he was more focused on the sheep "Look at your little faces...what were you saying, Farmer Willie?"

Farmer Willie shook his head again and scratched his head, haven partially forgotten about what he was talking about "Huh? O-Oh, erm...look out for sheep! Oh crumbs, I better get going" He muttered before driving off. DJ honked goodbye to the farmer and set off once more once the gates reopened.

DJ chuckled to himself "Hehe, sheep..."

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The Marthwaite Woods were littered with trees and bushes. The bare tree branches had icicles dangling off of them. The bushes were piled on with snow and the rails were all icy and slippery, but DJ didn't know this yet.

DJ honked his horn and took his time to look at his surroundings "Wow, the forest looks so mysterious during winter..." he commented to himself.

He then looked forward and remembered that Arlesdale Green was a few miles ahead. He smirked confidently and went faster up the steep track "Nearly there, nearly there" He panted eagerly.

However, the little baby diesel had to come to a stop as up ahead, a lone sheep stood on the line, using its nose and hoof to dig at the snow – presumably in search for grass. DJ skidded to a halt, clenching his teeth as his wheels slipped on the rails. He was still moving (at a more slower pace now), and was getting much closer to the sheep.

DJ frantically tried calling out to the sheep and honking "Out of the way! Out of the way!". The sheep just looked up and glanced at him with vacant eyes. DJ shut his eyes tight as he couldn't stop.

Why oh why didn't he listen to the Stationmaster?!

The sheep was unfazed as the engine ahead was skidding on icy rails towards it's direction.

Just then....

BUMP!

"Baa!"

DJ gasped from feeling the bump and whimpered, fearing what he may have very likely done. Cautiously, he opened one eye to survey the damage he had done, only to see a white furry face in his vision, lazily munching on a mouthful of grass. He then opened both eyes and sure enough, he wasn't dreaming – the sheep was okay. Thank goodness.

"Dizzy diesels...that was close" He sighed with relief. He kinda forgot he's not a big monsterous engine like his big brother, or else the sheep would most certainly become wooly paste.

The sheep bleated and sniffed at DJ, its ear twitching. DJ felt his (currently) non-existent heart melt as the sheep sniffed at him.

"Ooh, sorry about that, sheep. The rails are all icy! What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be..." he then gasped, thinking back to what Farmer Willie said.

"Oh! You're the sheep that got away!" He exclaimed. The sheep bleated and went back to chewing the little patch of grass it dug up. DJ paid no mind.

"Well, come on! We gotta get you home, and collect the ballast!"

The sheep didn't move, it paid no attention to DJ whatsoever.

A few minutes went by, and DJ huffed "Come on! Get going!"

The sheep remained on the line. DJ loved the sheep, don't get him wrong – but it won't MOVE for him! DJ thought decisively, then honked at the sheep. The sheep looked over at him, but went back to eating soon after.

DJ groaned "Oh I don't have all day!"

The sheep bleated and turned to face him, its ears flicking. This sheep was stubborn, stubborn like a troublesome truck. Maybe that's why they both look alike?

A good 20 minutes passed by, you'd think that the sheep would've moved off the line by now, NOPE! It was still there, but sitting down now.

"Pleeeaaase! Move...please, sheep?: DJ begged, but no avail.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek ripped through the air, alerting both DJ and the sheep. The sheep bleated fearfully and looked around frantically. DJ gulped, doing the same thing.

"Hehe...i-its alright, sheep. I'm sure it's just a..."

An echoey roar was then heard somewhere in the distance as well as crunching snow, increasing DJ's worries "B-BEAR!" He yelled fearfully. He shut his eyes tightly like he did when slipping on the rails.

The sounds of crunching snow got closer and more clearer. DJ only feared the worst...until he heard the voice of a very tired Rex.

"Are you alright there, DJ?"

DJ's eyes shot open and he looked to the side to see Rex in his beast form, gazing at him softly with very tired eyes. The baby diesel's jaw dropped upon seeing him "R-Rex?! But... you're supposed to be hibernating!"

Rex chuckled "Well, I can't hibernate if I keep hearing you honk to your heart's delight. Remember, my hearing's a LOT more sensitive and sharper than it used to be..."

"Oh..." DJ blushed in embarrassment "...sorry. I didn't mean to"

"It's ok, kiddo. No hard feelings..." Rex assured him "...now that we have that cleared up, you appear to be in one baa-ad situation" the miniature engine teased, pointing at the sheep.

DJ sighed "Yep...I think its one of Farmer Willie's. He said something about one of them escaping"

"Escaping, eh? Lots of livestock escape here all the time. They should really improve the fences but then again...me, Bert and Mike can just ram through them" He chuckled. Rex then turned to face the sheep.

He made a little chittering noise at the sheep, leaning forward. The sheep turned to Rex with interest and bleated, walking off the track at last. DJ watched in amazement as Rex continued the chittering sound, leading the sheep into the foliage. It kinda reminded him of that evil snake from The Jungle Book, except Rex isn't evil of course!

"Wow..." he whispered. DJ soon resumed to his task; collect the ballast.

He oiled through the forest, much more carefully that time.

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DJ had managed to make it to the Green and was making his way back to Arlesburgh West. Along the way, he saw Rex trotting along the tracks, still looking rather sleepy. He honked "hello" to the older engine, who whistled back "Did you get the sheep home, Rex?"

"Of course! It's not like I ate it, hehe!" Rex chuffed cheekily.

"Yeah, anyway...how did you hear me all the way from the sheds in the first place?" The miniature 08 diesel asked, feeling rather curious.

"I wasn't sleepin' at the sheds, I was sleepin' in a nearby cave around here! That's how I heard you!" He laughed tiredly. DJ giggled as well, then looked over at the ballast truck "Hey, Rex? Did you know you forgot to bring a ballast truck back to the station?"

Rex frowned and raised an eyebrow. He then glanced at the truck behind the small diesel and gasped with understanding "Oh! Fire and smoke, I forgot about that one!" He groaned.

"It's alright, Rex. It's easy to forget things" DJ assured him. The small green engine smiled warmly, then walked in front of the diesel, blocking his way.

"Rex?"

Rex said nothing and gave DJ's forehead a lick, probably his own way of 'kissing' him goodnight. DJ's eyes went wide, but he grinned nonetheless as Rex chirped happily before setting off into the woods "Have a good hibernation, Rex!" He called out.

As soon as Rex left, DJ oiled away with the ballast truck. Back to Arlesburgh West he goes.

Until Spring...

[kwebtv]

Anastasia: The Mystery of Anna - USA - December 7-8, 1986

Biography (2 episodes)

Running Time: 195 minutes total

Stars:

Amy Irving as Anastasia "Anna" Anderson

Olivia de Havilland as Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna

Rex Harrison as Grand Duke Cyril Romanov (His last screen appearance)

Jan Niklas as Prince Erich

Nicolas Surovy as Serge Markov

Susan Lucci as Darya Romanoff

Elke Sommer as Isabel Von Hohenstauffen

Edward Fox as Dr. Hauser

Claire Bloom as Czarina Alexandra

Omar Sharif as Czar Nicholas II

Jennifer Dundas as Grand Duchess Anastasia

Christian Bale as Tsarevich Alexei

Andrea Bretterbauer as Sonya Markov

Sydney Bromley as Herbert

Arnold Diamond as Dr. Markov

Carol Gillies as Sasha

Julian Glover as Colonel Eugene Kobylinsky

Rachel Gurney as Grand Duchess Victoria

Betty Marsden as Princess Troubetskaya

Tim McInnerny as Yakovlev

Angela Pleasence as Clara

Julia Koehler as one of the three sisters

[echos-girlfriend]

The clone cowboy HC’s!!

These will cover roles or specific things about some of the cowboy clones!! @myrtlesb I know you wanted some :3 this is will over the current bunch of boys we have! This will also be under the cowboy clones master list on my pinned main master list!

Tech- he’s the supervisor.. making sure they get enough crops in and that everyone is happy and healthy while they work! He also tends to the flower gardens around the main ranch house!

Kix- we love our medic! He treats the animals well and makes sure they are happy and healthy! Especially gonky who is the most special calf on the farm!

Crosshair & Hunter - your typical horseback riding cowboys that help make sure everything runs smooth! They also help collect the crops and plant new ones!

Wrecker - the muscles!! He helps carry the hay bales and the heavy bunches of grains or crops!

Cody and Rex - second in command of the farm! They help tend to the fields and give directions and orders to keep things running smoothly!

Fox- Top of Ranch & Farm security l! Nothing suspicious will get past him! Whether it be a trespasser or a nexu coming for their calfs.. nothing will stop fox from protecting his brothers!

Fives & echo- the ranch house and stable Boys! They make sure the animals and their brothers are well fed each day! They help clean out the horse stables and give all the animals fresh hay!

[indiejones]

THE 100 MOST POPULAR AMERICAN ACTORS OF ALL TIME ! (BASED ON INDIES SUBCONSCIOUS ASSESSMENT OF THE HIGHEST INFLATION-ADJUSTED WORLDWIDE GROSSING AMERICAN FILMS OF ALL TIME !) (1900-2022)

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http://www.imdb.com/list/ls520917541/

1. .Harrison Ford 2. .Michael J. Fox 3. .Charles Chaplin 4. .Bruce Lee 5. .Cary Grant 6. .Jackie Chan 7. .Gary Cooper 8. .Macaulay Culkin 9. .James Stewart 10. .Clark Gable 11. .Clint Eastwood 12. .Sean Connery 13. .Peter Sellers 14. .Marlon Brando 15. .Humphrey Bogart 16. .Tom Hanks 17. .Mel Gibson 18. .Steve McQueen 19. .Leonardo Di Caprio 20. .Martin Sheen 21. .Orson Welles 22. .Gary Oldman 23. .Fred Astaire 24. .Robin Williams 25. .Kirk Douglas 26. .Eddie Murphy 27. .Keanu Reeves 28. .Jim Carrey 29. .George Clooney 30. .Gregory Peck 31. .Charles Laughton 32. .John Cleese 33. .Hugh Grant 34. .John Travolta 35. .Roger Moore 36. .Charlie Sheen 37. .Gene Hackman 38. .Douglas Fairbanks 39. .Daniel Radcliffe 40. .Tommy Lee Jones 41. .Christopher Plummer 42. .Al Pacino 43. .Rowan Atkinson 44. .Henry Fonda 45. .Peter O’ Toole 46. .Albert Finney 47. .Timothy Dalton 48. .Brad Pitt 49. .Michael Keaton 50. .John Wayne 51. .Steve Martin 52. .Christopher Reeve 53. .Pierce Brosnan 54. .Walter Pidgeon 55. .Michael Douglas 56. .Brendan Fraser 57. .Christian Bale 58. .Dustin Hoffman 59. .Johnny Depp 60. .Jeff Goldblum 61. .Michael Caine 62. .Robert Redford 63. .Danny De Vito 64. .Jack Lemmon 65. .Dan Aykroyd 66. .Ethan Hawke 67. .Ronald Colman 68. .Jon Voight 69. .Kevin Bacon 70. .Mickey Rooney 71. .Sylvester Stallone 72. .George C. Scott 73. .Peter Ustinov 74. .Jack Nicholson 75. .Robert De Niro 76. .Arnold Schwarzenegger 77. .Bruce Willis 78. .Morgan Freeman 79. .Walter Matthau 80. .Richard Gere 81. .Spencer Tracy 82. .Colin Firth 83. .Martin Lawrence 84. .Tom Cruise 85. .James Cagney 86. .George Kennedy 87. .Richard Burton 88. .James Woods 89. .Patrick Swayze 90. .Kevin Costner 91. .Gerard Depardieu 92. .Rex Harrison 93. .Fredric March 94. .Woody Allen 95. .Mike Myers 96. .Charles Boyer 97. .Daniel Craig 98. .Montgomery Clift 99. .Robert Downey Jr. 100. .Chevy Chase

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #94 - 26 juni 2023

The ninety-fourth episode of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, June 26, 2023, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

https://www.mixcloud.com/MedialabKortrijk/de-algemene-verwarring-94-26-juni-2023/

Pictured below is a band called The Charlottes, a female fronted shoegaze/pop band from Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire in England. They formed in 1988, released two albums and a few EP’s, and got lost in the enormous amounts of shoegaze bands that were active in that area. To be honest, I had never heard of them before. I usually also don’t buy Record Store Day releases, but this one was smiling at me at a recent flea market in Kortrijk. The seller had attached some much needed “duiding” to the record, calling it ‘a milestone of the whole shoegaze and c-86 Indiepop era’, and compared the band to Black Tambourine and The Swirlies, So yes I was intrigued, especially by the reference to the C-86 cassette that was released by NME magazine in 1980 (later also released on LP by Rough Trade), so I bought it and wasn’t disappointed at all. It collects the LP “Lovehappy” with tracks from the 12″ “Liar” and the 12″ “Love In The Emptiness”. It also has a raging cover of Shocking Blue’s “Venus”. Iwanted to play a track from this record, and because I wasn’t really prepared for this episode, I quickly selected some records of what I call “meisjespop”, or girlie pop I guess. Some of the other girlie bands featured on this episode are Shop Assistants, Ribbon Stage, En Attendant Ana, Moxie, Dum Dum Girls, and Neo Boys. New stuff from Yfory, Annelies Monseré and Tramhaus, and old stuff from Cop Shoot Cop, Myelin Sheaths and My Bloody Valentine of course. Oh, and I’m also ranting about late night Brussels shows that I can’t attend. And below the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

Myelin Sheaths: Stackticon (7” “Stackticon” on Bachelor Records, 2009)

Frankie Traandruppel: Divided By Zero (LP “Castling” on Ronny Rex & Feles Music, 2023)

Neo Boys: Empty My Head (2xLP “Sooner Or Later” on K Records & Mississippi Records, 2013)

En Attendant Ana: I’ll Be Your Mirror (12” “Songs From The Cave” on Nominal Records, 2017)

Honey Radar: Carousel Society (LP “Ruby Puff Of Dust” on What’s Your Rupture Records, 2019)

Ribbon Stage: Nowhere Fast (LP “Hit With The Most” on K Records & Perennial records, 2022)

Yfory: Baled Y Dolmen (7” “Yfory” on Static Age Records, 2023)

Shop Assistants: All Day Long (LP “Shop Assistants” on Blue Guitar Records & Chrysalis Records, 1986)

The Charlottes: Liar (LP “Lovehappy” on Radiation Reissues, 2020, originally released on 12” “Liar” on Cherry Red Records, 1990)

My Bloody Valentine: Lose My Breath (CD “Isn’t Anything” on Creation Records, 1988)

Moxie: A Day Off (CD “Blue Sky, Maybe” on My First Sonny Weissmuller Records, 1998)

Dum Dum Girls: Bedroom Eyes (LP “Only In Dreams” on Sub Pop Records, 2011)

Naked on The Vague: All Aboard (LP “The Blood Pressure Sessions” on Siltbreeze, 2008)

Tramhaus: Beep Beep (7” “The Goat” on Subroutine Records, 2023)

Cop Shoot Cop: Interference (CD “Release” on Big Cat Records, 1994)

Algebra Suicide: Heat Wave (LP “Still Life” on Dark Entries, 2019)

Troth: Aether Frolic (LP “Oak Corridor” on Knekelhuis, 2021)

Annelies Monseré: My Finest Hour (LP “Mares” on Horn Of Plenty <O, 2023)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

PALentines day 💋

Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader drabble <3

A/N: we all know about Valentines day, we've beard about Galentines day, now get ready for Palentines day!! A day to celebrate the most platonic of friendships... most of the time.

(I'm sorry that this is so short, I've been trying to write some shorter stuff lately <3)

~Fi 🐝

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Friends. That's what you were. The friendliest, most platonic tier of friends. Okay, you were good friends. You did hang out a lot, and it was always fun. Maybe best friends is a better term. You went to each other for advice and whatever was on your mind, always having someone to confide in.

Bruce was the best best friend, which is why he stood in front of your door with a overly dramatic bouquet of flowers and a disgustingly expensive box of chocolates.

Because, if your friend doesn't have a valentine, you step up and make them a little surprise to brighten their day! ... right? This isn't weird. No, he's just being a good friend, that's all.

At least that's what he told himself when his brows furrowed and a subtle feeling of regret started to seep into his bones. He hated how much this felt like he was actually taking you out and not like a thoughtful gesture you'd get from a friend.

And it didn't help his case of being madly in love with you, either. He hated himself for how much he liked this, being able to pretend that you were more than just friends for even a split second. That he was able to do what he's been wanting to do for years; show you just how much you truly mean to him.

Bruce has had a gray, dull and gloomy life. Everything seemed to go wrong for him, throwing him deeper and deeper into emotional ruin. But then you came along and made everything just that little bit more bearable. You were like his little ray of sunshine that broke through the heavy clouds and make him see the beautiful colors of the world again.

And he knows that he can never give you back just how much you've given him, but some flowers and a box of pralines are the steps in the right direction... right? Jesus Christ, what was he doing? He's just your best friend. God, this IS weird.

And for a beat, he'd actually thought about turning straight on his heel and sinking into a pit of shame once he was back in the privacy of his own home. Bruce huffed in frustration at himself. He'd been standing in front of your door like this, like an idiot, for the past 10 minutes and still hadn't found the courage to knock.

The crease between his brows softened. What if... you appreciated his gesture? What if, this was exactly what you needed after a rough week. Just someone thinking of you. And, what if... you felt the same? A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, along with a pinch in his heart.

Bruce wanted nothing more than for it to be true, to know that you've been loving him just as he's been loving you. He was never a fan of hope, but that's all his lovesick heart was filled with now. Overflowing with the desperate hope that he has the chance to make you his and treat you like the treasure you are.

He had the urge to fall to his knees before you and just let everything spill out, how you made his life better in every way, and that he was but a man who couldn't help but fall for his guardian angel.

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《Tag list》: @allysunny @certifiedredhoodlover @hellonheels-x @gaozorous-rex-blog

[vodika-vibes]

Part 4(?) of my writing practice. I have a migraine, numbers are hard, lol.

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Words: 262

Setting: Country AU

Song: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy and Ladies Love Country Boys

“You’re staring again,” Rex sounds amused, rather than upset, as he flickers his gaze away from the…thing…he’s working on to look at you.

“I’m trying to figure out what you’re doing,” You lie.

He shoots you an amused look, “Liar.” He accuses good naturedly.

“If you don’t want me to stare, then you shouldn’t walk around shirtless, Rex.” Add in the low hanging jeans and how could any self-respecting person not stare?

He rolls his eyes, “I’m so sorry my body is a distraction to you.” Rex says sarcastically.

You drag your gaze down the planes of his back, he really is unfairly attractive. You’re beginning to understand your friends’ obsession with the whole ‘country’ aesthetic. 

You suppose you owe them an apology. Damn it.

“You’re forgiven,” You say after an embarrassingly long silence.

“Did you forget your words?” He teases as he turns to look at you properly. 

“Something like that,” You answer, as you slowly drag your gaze up his chest to meet his, very amused, stare.

Rex grins, lazy and slow, and motions for you to come over to him. “If you’re gonna make a nuisance of yourself, you can at least help, City Mouse.”

“I don’t want to get dirty.” You argue, even as you hop off the hay bale you’re sitting on and walk over to him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you clean up after.” You stumble, he…definitely did not mean that in a flirty way. Right? You glance up at Rex’s face, and notice a small grin on his lips.

Well, isn’t this an interesting development?

[barbaraspinozzi]

💜🖤💖💙💗🤍💮 From Dolce & Gabbana (Instagram)

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Guests graced the #DGAltaModa event in Alberobello, Puglia, in head-to-toe #DolceGabbana looks:

Kim Kardashian wore a plum taffeta cape draped over a #DGDNA lingerie bodysuit, finished with a whote gold necklace and "Rubellite" tourmaline and diamond chandelier earrings.

At the special dinner event, Kim wore a silhouette dress featuring a corset with exposed gold boning. A floor length veil with encrusted lace edges completed the look, along with a “Sicilia” white and yellow gold pendant necklace and a flower ring showcasing an exceptional untreated ruby.

Styled by Dani Levi

Photography Tomás Herold

Anitta wore a golden embroidered lace minidress with embroidered boots, black tulle gloves, and a tulle and lace veil. She accessorized her look with a “tatting” set with late 19th-century miniatures, diamonds and pearls and a ring in yellow and white gold with diamonds.

Alessandra Ambrosio wore a tulle sheer gown with exposed gold boning and a fully embroidered gold cape completed with tulle gloves.

Kerry Washington wore a custom gown embroidered with Swarovski crystals paired with a corset belt, accessorized with a yellow and white gold set.

Erling Haaland wore a full look in light blue silk crepe de chine composed by a double-breasted oversized jacket, V-neck t-shirt, and double pleated trousers. He styled the look with a #DGlogo mule and a gold cross pendant.

Venus Williams wore a long stretch lace gown with Swarovski strap lace details.

Christian Bale wore a single-breasted Martini-fit suit and Martini fit button down, with leather derby shoes. Sibi Bale wore a silk cady long sleeve dress, with a pavé diamond #DGSicilyBag.

LukaBale wore a black organzine calf-length corset dress paired with lace pumps, and Rex Bale wore a button-down shirt and cotton trousers.

Styled by Jeanne Yang

Pelayo Díaz wore a white lace kimono pajama set with a shawl lapel from the #DGSS24 menswear collection. A white and yellow gold necklace.

kJ Moody wore a full #DGSS24 look composed of a white silk tank top, silk organza button down shirt with floral details and silk organza wide leg trousers.

#DGCelebs #BeItalian

Photography Greg Kessler

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[chocmarss]

The sort of chaos inflicted on the 501st would be the kind that all of the 212th’s commanding officers, junior officers, and anyone who’s in charge on some form of squad get turned into babies and the 501st would be forced to take over the 212th for a little while.

It doesn’t help that General Kenobi’s roped into the de-aging shenanigans and is currently three years old. He’s drowning in his Jedi robes and his men are a year old at most, and they’re crawling around the Negotiator and almost falling off high places, Anakin, I require your assistance right now.

Anakin, mind running a hundred miles a minute at the sight of his tiny former Master: …….Master? Is that you? Why are you—

Tiny Obi-Wan: Questions later and help now, pah-da-wan.

It’s just as well that the 501st is just a system away, and it takes them twenty minutes to travel through hyperspace before they find the Negotiator floating in deep space with the kind of tranquility and power it usually imposes.

Until Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex and a squad of their own carefully slip into the cruiser with their weapons ready, only to find a private holding a baby at arm’s length, a clump of Shinies around him staring at the kid in wide-eyed panic.

The clones: SIRS, HELP, OUR SERGEANT SHRUNK

They find Obi-Wan in the command centre and he’s absolutely as tiny as the holoprojector showed them. His robes drag behind him as he marches towards them, bare feet pattering against the floor, and oh, Anakin thinks, feeling a little faint. That’s a toddler.

His Master’s a toddler.

And he’s holding a baby as much as his little arms can carry him, who’s staring at them with wide eyes.

Ahsoka: Master?

Obi-Wan, dumping the baby on Rex, who scrambles to meet him: Hold Cody, I need to wrangle Boil and Waxer away from the controls or they’ll crash us into a moon

Rex, who is probably gawking after him under that helmet: Cody?

As if he can hear the incredulity in his voice, Cody the baby only sends him a baleful look. They didn’t know someone so tiny can do that. Surprisingly, the scar’s still there, as if whatever that made them turn this way had a twisted sense of humour none of them seem to currently appreciate.

(What turned them into babies? Let’s go with the usual Sith buffoonery and the 212th falling into some long forgotten trap that might’ve have gotten a little wrong than it’s initial goal. It was supposed to kill Jedi, and not do something wimpy like simply incapacitate them.)

Anakin’s entering into a panic of his own? Yeah, absolutely, because he suddenly sees that the whole command centre, which is usually full of clones manning the cruiser, is empty, and that’s because half of them are turned into babies, and the other half who usually got someone else to order them around are holding them and making sure they don’t hurt themselves. They’re the 212th, they’re like a well-oiled clanker with no problems because Cody has an iron fist on how system works around here, and Obi-Wan would make sure some things go through the plans they’ve agreed on with the kind of smooth sailing that works because they have it all under control.

And now, Anakin has to take over all of that? On top of taking care of his own battalion? What if he messes up? What if all of Obi-Wan and Cody’s hard work just collapses because Anakin can’t do it the way they want it to? He can’t follow their system, their system’s perfect, controlled, admirable. Meanwhile, the 501st purely runs on adrenaline and sometimes caf and definitely not like the 212th.

Anakin snaps his thoughts back to the present when Obi-Wan has two babies in his arms. He’s waddling his way back to the adults because he’s only three after all, and his strength’s not as it used to be, and his robes are proving to be a hassle to manoeuvre when there’s just an excessive amount pooling around him, but he’s determined to keep Waxer and Boil from biting into something that could get them electrocuted and sick.

Anakin and Ahsoka quickly take the babies from Obi-Wan before he trips, or the babies fall, or just to prevent any sort of disaster than what’s already happening. The tiny general huffs, but lets them free his hands, and Anakin finds himself staring at a baby, whose bright eyes look back at him. It’s Waxer, Anakin knows it is, he can feel him in the Force and he’s worked with the man enough to know how to differentiate him and the others.

And the Mini Lieutenant seems to realise who Anakin is that the baby gives him a gummy smile, babbling as he does so as pats Anakin’s cheek with one chubby hand.

Oh. Oh, no.

[sonicsunglassess]

Malcolm: I don't believe that there is much of a future to speak of.

Pearl: We're in a bit of a decadent spiral, aren't we?

Billy: Sinking fast.

Ray: Big Brother, baby, all the way.

Malcolm: Which is why we prefer impressions to ideas.

Billy: Situations to subjects.

Pearl: Brief flights to sustained ones.

Ray: Exceptions to types.

Pearl: And yourself?

Arthur Stuart: What? I'm... I'm just lookin' for a room at the moment.

Velvet Goldmine (1998)

Soundtrack : 20th Century Boy : Placebo (Cover)

[blackkatmagic]

Kat... You're reblogging a lot of 212th art and I am very *chinhands* (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)

;)

The generals are gone, and no one has any idea what happened to them.

Cody knows the men are talking, that rumors have started to spread with roughly the same speed as a ship in hyperspace, but there's not much he can do to stop them. If he had any information that a briefing would clear up, or if he could make some kind of announcement that would settle their nerves, he would, but there's no helping anything.

The generals are gone, and at this point Cody is almost entirely certain they're not coming back.

Waxer at least has the good grace not to slap Cody’s hands away when he checks comms for the hundredth time that morning alone, though Boil, loitering nearby the way he always is, very obviously rolls his eyes. “Nothing yet, sir,” he says, and Cody manages not to pull a face through sheer force of will more than anything.

“Let me know if there is,” he orders, even though he knows Waxer isn't about to skip over a message from either command or the generals. “And check in with Rex. See if he’s gotten any word.”

“Fives has been on the line with me as often as he can,” Waxer says, and offers Cody a grin. “The second anything comes through, you’ll be the first to know, sir.”

Cody has to force himself to pull back and take a breath, rather than checking again. “Thanks,” he says, and then, because he can't leave well enough alone, “How’s the commander holding up?”

Waxer hesitates, glances up at Boil and then back at the equipment. “Fives said she’s still meditating, sir. She’s been in her tent since they made camp last night.”

Cody grimaces, rubs a hand across his face. Not well, that means. Not that he can blame her. Ahsoka's too young to suddenly be left in command of a whole legion, and Rex will do his best, but—

Kenobi or Skywalker turning up any time now would be useful as hell, but at this point Cody isn't holding his breath.

“We’ll meet up with Torrent soon,” he says. “Two days over the mountains and then another to the bay.”

Waxer doesn’t say he knows, that he drew up half the marching plans as Cody's lieutenant. “Yes, sir. Comms are going to go down again in about an hour, if you want to message him before then.”

Cody casts a baleful look skyward, towards the tangle of moons so close that there's barely sky visible between them. This whole mission would be made a heck of a lot easier if the planet was normal, but—well. A main planet they're forbidden to set foot on and a hundred independent moons, all with their own political rivalries, isn't the strangest situation Ghost has ever been in. He can see precisely why General Kenobi had looked like he’d needed a drink when he heard where they were being assigned, though.

“Noted. Thanks, Lieutenant,” he says, and claps Waxer on the shoulder, pulling back so he’ll resist the urge to check the comms again. Their rest break is almost over, and he doesn’t need to comm Rex, but it’s tempting, even if it will just make Rex roll his eyes at him. Hovering, he calls it, and Cody's not currently close enough to put him in a headlock for it, so better not to.