#shorty Indiana Jones

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Family Of Three - Indiana Jones X Female (Wife) Reader (feat. Shorty)

Title: Family Of Three

Indiana Jones X Female (Wife) Reader (feat. Shorty)

Additional Characters: Shorty, Indy's dad (Mentioned)

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 2,170

Warnings: Super cute, family fluff, fluff, Indy being a dad, flirting, slight suggestiveness, teasing, taunting, we love Shorty, references to other Indiana Jones movies, real life plot hole, happy tears, all the hugs for Shorty, and a slight bittersweet ending

"Hurry up, kid! Don't want to be late!" Indy called out as he placed his infamous hat on the top of his head. You made sure your pants were dust and grime free, brushing them and making sure your button-up was neatly tucked into your slacks before you glanced at Indy from the living room mirror, raising an eyebrow as you watched him put on his hat.

"Why are you wearing your hat, Indy?" You asked, turning to your husband, "You don't usually wear it when we go out." You mentioned and Indy shrugged.

"I feel like it," He spoke up, adjusting his tie and glasses.

You smiled softly, walking over to help him to fix his tie, making sure it was straight, "I don't understand the point of the hat after you spent half an hour combing your hair." You tilted your head slightly, as Indy's hands landed on your waist, his fingers looping through your belt loops, pulling you closer.

"Well, sweetheart," He began, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, making your cheeks and ears flush, "I just feel like it."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you softly pushed away, turning towards the hall, "Shorty, honey, you about ready?" You called, only to hear the quick pitter-patter of feet and Shorty to reveal himself; running down the hall.

He skidded to a halt, dressed pretty sharply in new brown pants, a flannel, new shoes, and his New York Giants baseball cap. "How do I look, ritzy eh?" Shorty asked, feeling confident in himself as you smiled and nodded your head.

"Absolutely, Shorty. Very handsome. Little ladies will surely swoon upon seeing you." You stated only for Shorty to make a face, shaking his head.

"Ew, no. I have no time for ladies, Y/N/N. I am too busy taking care of you and Indy."

You couldn't help but let your smile widen, "Alright then, are you ready to go?" You asked and the little boy nodded as Indy grabbed his car keys and opened the front door. 

"Where are we going?" Shorty asked as he got into the back seat, leaning over the middle console to look at you and Indy, fidgeting with energy.

You turned slightly in your seat, glancing from Indy to Shorty, "Well, it's a surprise. We have a whole day planned out for you."

“And don’t try and bribe us into telling you, it won’t work.” Indy added making Shorty roll his eyes as he leaned back into his seat.

~~~

You and Shorty sang along to the radio, a bit obnoxiously, trying to get Indy to join you but with no luck as you drove to the National Museum. The trees passed in green blurs as you and Shorty sang to ‘Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’. Indy couldn’t fight the amused smile on his face as you pretended to hold a microphone in your hand as you sang. 

Sooner than you thought, you all arrived at the museum. Hopping out of the car, Shorty stared at the large building with wide eyes, walking with you and Indy up the large stairs and entering the museum, he looked all around the giant room.

"Wow!" Shorty exclaimed, his eyes widened as they met the glass display cases that held various items from the museum; his jaw slackened. Indy chuckled softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and leading him around the room with you. "Did you find these, Indy?" He asked and Indy nodded.

"Some of them," He began, stopping in front of one glass case, "Here's the Holy Grail, I found it with my... Dad." Indy spoke and you smiled, watching the two bond as you loop your arm through Indy's free one. Looking at each and every artifact that Indy had recovered. "And this one..." Indy continued, going up to the next artifact, "Is the Headpiece to the Staff of Ra that I found during my time in Egypt. It's made out of very precious gems and gold."

Shorty looked up at Indy with wide eyes of awe and curiosity, "What's the most precious treasure you found, Indy?"

Indy grinned, staring at the artifact with a soft gaze before looking down at you, "I'd have to say Y/N."

You immediately looked up at him in shock and surprise, feeling your face warm, "What?" You chuckled awkwardly, unbelieving, "Don't be ridiculous." You said, giving a light slap to his arm.

Indy smirked down at you, "You don't believe me? I would show you if the kid wasn't here." At his words, you gasped lightly, narrowing your eyes and feeling your face flush.

"Indy!" You scolded, swatting at his chest as he laughed, dodging your attempt to hit him again. He grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, causing you to stumble into him.

Indy stared down at you, leaning down before pausing, his lips just brushing yours. Pulling away slightly, Indy covered Shorty's eyes earning a 'Hey!' from the boy as Indy leaned down to press to your lips, kissing you softly. The kiss ended much too soon for your liking, but was nonetheless sweet; you blinked back your surprise as Indy rested his forehead against yours.

"You done yet? I got artifacts to see." Shorty spoke up, pushing away Indy's hand with a huff, making you smile down at the kid.

"Yeah, honey, we're done. I want to see the Cross of Coronado. It's my favorite." You spoke, leaving Indy behind as you and Shorty headed off to see the cross.

Indy watched you and Shorty, a smile on his face before he joined you, taking his hat and placing it on your head; you chuckled as the hat covered your eyes slightly. You pushed the hat back so you could see as Indy wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Why is the cross your favorite?" Shorty asked and you sighed, remembering when Indy took you to see it for the first time.

"I guess it's because of Indy's past with it." You began, giving the boy a smile before looking back at the cross. "I love how Indy never stopped looking for it. Even after all those years, he kept searching. And the way it inspired him to become someone great." You finished quietly, feeling Indy hand on your waist tighten. "That dedication to seeking the impossible and unknown has always been one of Indy's strongest traits, ever since I met him."

"And I think Y/N's beautiful charm and passion to find the answers to all kinds of questions is something that I admire deeply," Indy commented and you smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “Half the reason why I married her.”

"Don't think you're going to get any brownie points for that." You teased, making Shorty look up at you both eagerly.

"Brownies? I want brownies!"

~~~

Indy continued to talk about everything from the cross to other treasures, pointing out places in the exhibit as you all walked down the halls. After a while at the museum, you both left and got back in the car, heading to one of Shorty's favorite diners, where he always got a chocolate milkshake and a slice of his favorite cherry pie.

He sipped on his milkshake before taking bites of his slice of cherry pie as you bit your lip, glancing out the window nervously. Indy took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together, gaining your attention. He gave you a small smile, calming you significantly as you returned to eating your slice of pie. You were a bit worried and very anxious the entire week. A couple of days prior, you and Indy had gone to the adoption office, filling out a few forms and completing a few piles of paperwork to try and get confirmation that you could adopt Shorty. 

The paperwork arrived that morning, and it said you were both approved to adopt Shorty just as long as he wanted to be adopted. It was a relief to know that you could adopt the kid. You and Indy loved that kid as if he was your own. Shorty was such a sweet, caring, brave, and smart kid; you wanted nothing more than to give him a wonderful home and raise him with Indy. You cared so much for Shorty and wanted to make sure he had the best life that you could give him. You had the chance to give him the life he deserves, a life in which he could go to school, and learn about fantastic and interesting things; give him a chance to be a kid. Shorty deserved the world.

~~~

You all headed home with full stomachs, the three of you collapsing on the couch together with a laugh, Indy’s hat on top of Shorty’s head, covering his baseball cap. You sighed, feeling content as Indy turned to look at you, glancing at Shorty in your arms before he stood. You turned down to look at Shorty.

"Short, honey, we have something for you." You began softly, your heartbeat increasing as you thought of what might await you. You glanced up at Indy, who reentered the room with the envelope, a nervous grin plastered on his face.

"What is it?" Shorty asked, sitting up on the couch. You sat up as well, Indy sitting beside you and handing Shorty the envelope. Shorty took the envelope, looking at both you and Indy confused yet curious as you gave him the nod to open it. Shorty carefully ripped open the envelope, pulling out the paper from inside. He read it over, and you bit your lip and fidgeted with your fingers in anticipation.  

"What's this about?" Shorty asked, still reading the letter with a confused expression on his face.

You glanced at Indy before speaking, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, "Well," You began, swallowing, "We would like to adopt you, Shorty." You finished, smiling softly at the little boy who was staring at the paperwork in his hands.

"You serious? You really adopting me?" He asked, looking up at you with big eyes that seemed to grow larger.

You nodded, unable to contain your smile. "If you want us to. This is your decision." Indy spoke up, holding you closer to him.

"I do! Yes, yes yes!" Shorty exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and hugging the both of you tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. You chuckled softly, rubbing Shorty's back gently as you hugged him back, tears falling down your own cheeks at the sight. "Really?" He asked, as if you weren't serious, but Indy nodded.

"Yeah, kid. we really want to adopt you." He spoke and Shorty smiled.

"Thank you!" Shorty cried in complete joy. He pulled away and looked at you and Indy as you wiped away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

"Of course, honey. We love you very much. More than anything." You responded and Shorty smiled, throwing himself back into your arms.

"I love you too." Shorty muttered into your shirt, snuggling close as he held onto both of you. You felt Indy wrap his arms around the two of you, pulling you tighter against him as he laid his head on top of yours. 

You let out a shaky happy sigh, resting the top of your head on Shorty’s cap, before letting out a small laugh of pure joy. 

~~~

In the next couple of months, Shorty was enrolled in school, learning great lessons from science to astrology. He improved on his English and even joined a few school clubs. During breaks and Summer, Indy would take you and Shorty on trips around the world, Greece, Egypt, New York, and even Iceland. You spent birthdays at parks and arcades, playing pinball machines and eating ice cream. He even started calling you and Indy, mom and dad…

Then there came the point that Shorty was old enough to go to high school, where he made more friends and joined more clubs including joining the math decathlon and even an art club, to which he was both very successful at. During breaks and Summers, Shorty would participate in helping Indy find artifacts, finding Archaeology to be a real calling to him, just like his dad.

When he wasn’t finding gold and treasure with Indy, he was with you at home. He’d help you around the house, cooking and even taking up a few chores so you had less to do. He was going up to be such a sweet and kind gentleman. Yet, he never lost that bravery and curiosity that he had as a child. 

Before you knew it, he was off on his own. Traveling the world with Indy and recovering old artifacts. Though he was pretty busy, Shorty would never forget to write you letters home, retelling his amazing adventures and all that he discovered. You’d keep those letters close, rereading them often as you missed your son. You’d check off the days on the calendar, waiting patiently for your son to come home.

[stuckasmain]

My favorite part of Temple of doom is how perfectly Shortie has indianas stict down. When he fights he copy’s him almost perfectly, he knows what and when and how. He knows the morals of everything too. It’s a shame we don’t get to see him (or even hear about him)in later movies. He loves Indy so much, that’s his dad man 😭

[templeofgloom]

GB AU Indy could obviously have changed her name to Indiana for whatever reason, including still being named Henrietta or something after her dad

However, I think it's way funnier if her name was something very girly and very embarrassing, which is why I named her Grace Chastity Jones.

[sofistefiart]

If the Temple of Doom wasn’t set in 1935, Maharajah Zalim Singh would be an iPad kid.

[roninreverie]

I am accepting nothing other than this now. All other expectations have been set.

[doctoriletyougotogalaxy]

I've made a Shorty (Indiana Jones/ Ke Huy Quan) edit! Go watch it on Instagram!

[ave09]

cheater

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: the title is very deceiving lmao. i’m still on my indy kick, and i’m about to write some han stuff bc i love that man. this is set after temple of doom and is just some nice fluff

“you cheat again dr. jones!” 

“i did not!” 

“once a cheat, always a cheat, dr. jones!” shorty exclaimed. you couldn’t help but laugh as you exited the kitchen, a plate of assorted fruits in your hands. 

indiana and shorty were seated on the floor, cards in hand. upon returning to shang hai, you all had decided to lay low for a bit. after dealing with the thugee cult and barely escaping with your lives, a break was very much needed. 

so you’d rented a hotel room and hadn’t left in three days, trying to rest and recharge.

you moved toward the coffee table that the two were seated near, placing the plate of fruit onto the table top. “honey, can you tell shorty that i’m not cheating?”

you glanced at your husband and shrugged, “i don’t know if i can, you do tend to cheat at these sort of games.” 

the man gasped dramatically, feigning offense, “i am wounded, sweetheart! my own wife thinks me out to be a cheater.” 

“you’ve done it one too many times indy, i just don’t know if i’d trust you with the cards.” 

indiana set his cards face down upon the floor, a devilish grin upon his face as he stood up, moving toward you.

“you think of me as dishonest? a scoundrel?” he asked, his hands resting upon your hips. you glanced up at him, a smile toying on your lips, “maybe, maybe not.” 

indiana leaned in slightly, “but you like me cause i’m a scoundrel.” 

“hm, i don’t know. i have a thing for nice men.” 

he scoffed, “honey, i’m the nicest man around.” he then pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. your arms snaked around his neck, while his drifted lower down your hips.

“hey! indy and the missus! stop that!” 

a laugh bubbled in your throat as you pulled away from your husband, glancing at the boy who’s expression had morphed into one of disgust.

indiana shook his head lightly, “y’know, sometimes i forget the kid is here.” “indy!”

“i’m just jokin’ honey.” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“ew, dr. jones!” 

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Hiiii! I was re-reading your works the other day (all so great!) and decided I am gonna throw this in your ask box cos it's been floating round my mind, so just in case it sparks anything in yours, but no worries if not... Thoughts on Nate and/or Sam teaching their SO to climb? x

⋆ Nathan Drake with an S/O with a Fear of Heights Headcanons ⋆

Say that five times fast! Thank you, friend, for such a lovely request and representation of us Space Needle Scaredy Cats! Sorry for the long wait. Nathan explicitly has a scene in my probably-possibly-potentionally-one-day-released megafic where he helps a new team member scale a building, so apologies if you read this… and one day it feels familiar. 😉💙🧡

P.S. We got a very similar ask in the pink furry (in)box, so don’t think Sam will be left out just yet. 🙂

As we all know and love about him, nothing shakes the great, intelligent, impeccable, reasonably-endowed Nathan Drake.

He has a magical, well-learned way of keeping his cool and pushing forward in even the most dire, most dangerous circumstances. At least when it comes to himself. 

Most times, it doesn’t even cross his mind that a certain jump or climb or crawl would be difficult for his companion (It’s a miracle Sully’s eyeballs haven’t gotten stuck in the back of his head from their sheer amount of rolling). 

But he promises he’s trying his hardest to be better about it. 

He likes to have some sort of physical touch with his partner whenever the tension starts to pick up: preparing for a getaway, sneaking around a security-packed manor, a civilian-packed market, sporting scarves and shawls to blend into the crowd. He prefers a hand held, but he often makes do with a hovering touch to the shoulder or waist. Any more will make him seem too worried, and he knows he has to be the rock the second shit maneuvers off-plan.

He couldn’t live with himself otherwise.

And on one particularly windy mission morning, a Bolivian cliffside gap leaves you both between a rock and a hard place, Nathan’s hand immediately going to your waist.

“Who do you want to go first?” – You can mostly hear his concerned baritone over the wind.

After a lifetime of spontaneous jumps, he finally asks love first.

But, unfortunately, the answer comes easy— and you prod frightenedly at his shoulder for the go-ahead. Maybe it’s just stage fright when he jumps and lands with such casual presion that you barely have the courage to even reach for the rope once it backswings up to you.

“C’mon, shortie!” He calls with a smile, no matter how tall you are. 

“Nathan…” You inch, switching one hand for the cliffside when a slight breeze rocks your stance. 

Because what fucking idiot doesn’t tell their partner that they’re afraid of heights before scaling the goddamn Andes?

After a few moments too long, and with no movement to show for it, the wind only grows stronger and your legs: trembling harder, Nathan’s face finally screws up in understanding. He musters up a toothy, encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Just… just start talking.”

What?

“What?”

 “Anything you can think of. Talk about how stupid I am, if you have to.” 

(Depending on your preferred dynamic with him:) “But then I won’t be talking at all. 🥺“ or “BUT THEN I’LL BE TALKING FOREVER!”

But as soon as another particularly strong breeze whistles by, your boot wobbling on the edge and sending a few pebbles skittering off the side, Nate’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes go soft. There’s no time for jokes anymore.

“C’mon, hun. Anything.” 

You think for a moment. 

And you really, really try.

“Did…” You wet your lip, and you can just barely see Nate’s chest rise with a soft, bated, hopeful breath. “Did you ever think Sallah in the Indiana Jones movies was hot?”

Nathan looks at you like you just spoke fucking Mandarin. Except he probably understands Mandarin ten times better than whatever the fuck you just said.

“What?” He asks incredulously, lips wide in a crooked, accidental smile.

“Sallah? He’s like the best friend guy? He wears a little red ha—” 

“Yes-I-know-who-Sallah-is-thank-you.”

“W-whatever! He’s nice, okay?! Closing statement.” 

But whatever embarrassment your flushed face portrays is canceled out by Nathan bursting out into melodious laughter.

And by some chance or miracle, your feet find themselves inching forward. Maybe just in the hopes of hearing that beautiful laugh just a little bit clearer.

“Oh, what?! Like you haven’t thought about it? You don’t think Indy has? Just the two of them together, digging holes on those cold, lonely desert nights…” You ooze dreamily, just to spur his giggles further.

“That’s my girl! Keep talking about diggin’ holes, hun!” Nathan rallies with clapping hands like he’s at a goddamn football game.

And now you’re joining right in on his laughter.

Your feet: forward. Forward. Forward. Nice and easy,

“Oh… wouldn’t you love me to keep talking about holes.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you love me to love you keep talking about holes!” He jeers right back, and your eyes are too crinkled with smiles to notice how his eyeline dips up and down between your own and the ledge below.

Somewhere above, a creature skitters. A mouse amongst the bush. 

A quick shuffling sound. A few pebbles fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Landslide.

And you gasp in fear when the movement has the rock ledge crumbling where your trembling foot was only a moment before. The only registerable sense is the sound of your own heart beating in your ear, your body reminding, begging you of its own mortality. Blood against its cage. You will fall. It’s already happening.

Holy shit… you’re going to die.

“It’s the beard, isn’t it?” But Nathan’s sweet voice snaps through the fog. 

“Huh?” You barely manage to warble out.

“It’s the beard! Sallah’s big, gigantic beard is why you think he’s so hot!” He gasps in facetious discovery, and a little bit of a careful smile shies out of the corner of your mouth. “Which means you secretly do want me to grow one! I knew it!”

You’re not sure if it’s joy or genuine terror that makes you reply as boisterously as you do. 

“You BETTER not!” But it doesn’t matter, because both make you break out into a laugh so hard it hurts, anyway. “I said he’s nice and that I like his stupid ha—!”

“No, no, you’re right! I didn’t think of it like that before. You’re just brilliant, honey.” 

How handsome he is only makes him that much more punchable. 

And in fact—

You just might—

“BEARDED MEN TELL NO TALES, NATHAN DRAKE!” You wail, and without even thinking, your body is pouncing, soaring through the air— the ledge behind crumbling into the sea and survival finding abrupt home in his arms.

The burning sweat at your forehead, your shaking arms, your noodling legs: you only feel them when you finally have no reason to.

Nathan’s smile: puffing air at your temple in a breathy, relieved chuckle. His hands: wrapped around every part of your body he can possibly manage, desperate to hold it, to protect it with his own.

And just when you think you’re about to suffocate against his pillowy barrel of a chest—

“I mean, his accent helps…” You mumble dumbly, flushed face squished against his (wonderfully) stank-smeared henley.

“Oh! Gotcha! So do you want me to—”

“Nathan, you talking in that accent is the last thing I want you to do.”

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(Post sponsored by the Sallah lovers gang)

[galactic-marvelettes]

I want this if only to stop Marion’s heart from breaking AND to see Short Round again!

I am claiming custody of the Indiana Jones character Mutt Williams no one understands him like I do

[silver-trumpets]

"Indy...my friend..." "I'm sorry, kid."

[ID: Gifset of Indiana Jones and Short Round. Shorty looks up at Indy, who's holding Shorty's hat. He puts the hat on Shorty's head and touches the side of his face affectionately. Still looking at Indy, Shorty holds up Indy's hat, and Indy takes it but doesn't put it on. Instead he kneels down so he is eye level with Shorty, reaches for him, and Shorty throws his arms around Indy. Indy pats Shorty's back while Shorty holds onto him. End ID.]

[redhatmeg]

Are you ready for another "Meg shares her fanfic ideas with you"? This time I have one that came to me some time after I watched Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for the first time.

See, around that time I started to check for Indiana Jones fanifcs. To surprise of nobody who was reading my rumblings for the current month, they were mostly concerned with my main man Short Round.

Either way, since Mutt Williams turned out to be Indy's son, I figured: "Why not make a story where Mutt and Shorty do something together?" And my idea was that Short Round comes to Indy's university to visit the guy and while he's walking around, looking for him, he stumbles into Mutt who is also looking for his dad.

And, of course, in the fifties Shorty is a young adult (I've read that in some additional materials he also became an archeologist and he was rescuing Chinese artifacts), so he's probably much older than Mutt. But I still imagined them having very juvenile interactions. In fact, while they would look for Indy, they would get into some sheniningans and talk about their shared experiences with one doctor Jones.

Anyway, I didn't have much ideas for this story, but I do remember that at some point Mutt would reply: "I call bullshit." to something Shorty said, and when Mutt proposes to look in different place, because "this is totally where the old man is, I'm telling ya!", and it turns out Indy isn't there either, Shorty would say: "Let's call your friend Bullshit."

This joke is dumb and probably very anachronistic, but I was very proud of it.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello it's me again hehe

And here to throw you another Indy fic request, catch it!

What about, Indy and reader (his wife) taking Shorty to USA, and living some cute family moments?

Here you go!!! I am super excited about this bad boi! I hope you enjoy it!!! <333 Thank you for requesting, come back anytime!

[veryace-ficrecs]

Indiana jones fic recs

In honor of the new movie (which I have seen twice already, and Love) here is a list of recs for you!

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Willie Scott and the Accidental Child Acquisition by Tenillypo - Rated G

Willie Scott had a plan for her life. And then Short Round walked back through her door.

Tiamat and Abzu by Miggy - Rated G

Indiana Jones isn't made for paperwork.

Four Times Indiana Jones Almost Found An Artifact And One Time He Did by yaseanne - Rated G

It's hard out there for an archaeologist.

Raising Cain by Amilyn - Rated T

Running a Himalayan dive bar in the middle of a blizzard with no liquor would be easier than raising another Henry Jones.

Father and Son by Rodo - Rated G

Five times Indiana Jones didn't get along with his father and one time he did.

Anything Goes by afterism - Rated T

Willie Scott being born a boy doesn't change the world, but it changes Indiana's.

Musings of a Son by quoththeraven5 - Rated G

Indiana never wanted the grail, and he doesn't know why everyone thinks he does.

American dads. by outpastthemoat - Rated G

Indy had told him all about America during those long, hot days as they made their way to Delhi, spinning stories of his youth in New Jersey and New Mexico to Shorty on the voyage across the Pacific and during the plane ride from Chicago to Connecticut.  Indy had promised him all sorts of adventures in America.  Hot dogs and ice cream; fishing trips and camping.  And baseball.

The Secret Life of Archaeologists by CertifiedDiplodocus - Rated G

Indiana Jones has two lives, and one is not like the other. Sooner or later somebody's bound to notice.

[stuckasmain]

What do Temple of Doom and Kingdom of the Crystal skull have in common? More than you think.

I recently did a marathon of all four  previous movies in preparation to see the fifth. While rewatching a surprising similarity between these two films popped into my mind, to my knowledge they’re also the two worst received of the four.

Before I go on to explain this similarity I want to point out that I think Crystal skull and dial of destiny both got so much pushback and hate out of the gate purely from how much time it’s been. Crusade to Crystal skull was a 19 year gap and Skull to dial was 15 years. That is a hell of a lot of time to build up a movie and an idea in your head to the point nothing you’re given is satisfying! Also broadly people who aren’t as into the movies sort of forget that the movies were always a bit cheesy and campy? They’re made in the style of old adventure movies that’s sort of the point! Yet when people see a bit of cheese now they loose their minds. This is not a argument against actual well made criticism, just food for thought.

Too big, now what?

Despite temple of doom being a prequel to Raiders the movie cranks up all elements to eleven. Bigger, longer, more shock! More thrill! It’s not the longest film in the franchise (that belongs to dial of destiny because It’s a modern film and their generally averaging at two hours). But to me it feels like the longest, I think this is due to them dragging out fight scenes to the longest they possibly can. Crystal skull also has this problem where the movie drags out it’s action scenes to the extent you’re over it half way through only to  immediately toss you into a chase if not another fight. They forget at their core Indiana Jones movies are more about character connections and adventure- traps, conversations etc. While yes these films still do have character work and a story to them it feels like they take the way side to the action - as the elaborate chases and fights had taken priority over the actual story of the movie. (The chase complaint can also be said for Dial or destiny as it’s 70% chase scene/car chase that go on a minute too long).

But hey! Need to pad out that run time somehow, right?

Cgi is a fun killer

This pertains purely to Crystal skull but the amount of CG in this movie compared to physical set and effects is honestly laughable. Part of the reason this movie sticks out like a sore thumb is the main jungle portion of the film as it is the fakest shit I’ve seen in my life I’m sorry. It also sticks out so bad as Indy is a franchise known and beloved for huge crammed sets and miniatures that absorb you into the universe, it’s grain and dust are what make the franchise! It’s about physical grit and real sets. Kingdom of doom set to the usual Spielberg/Lucas miniatures and insanely detailed set moments.

It’s a newer movie and it SHOWS. The shots are to clean, the camera is too high Def, the world has no dust or dirt to it what so ever. It’s like when they make movies set in the 80s and it feels wrong because there’s no fuzz and it’s too neat looking- none of that old movie feel. They very much have access to filters and fake dirt I’m sorry… that being said I’m not asking for real man eating giant ants but just that this film in particular relies a bit to heavily on CGI when it’s made by guys known for the opposite.

The successor

Shorty is a particular stand out in his movie, he’s a adorable, hilarious and beloved sidekick who is a bright spot compared to the movies love interest. He’s like a son to Indy and years down the line there’s a older, still wisecracking son who gets the exact opposite treatment. He’s so negatively received in fact, we never see him again. Why? I might be in the minority here but I like mutt, especially after finally rewatching Crystal skull and realizing…it’s actually not that bad.

Now comparing the two is being mean to mutt as a character who, on the surface really shouldn’t have gotten the hate he has. Tough greaser who rejects learning and attempts to be cool only for him to actually be extremely interested in the stuff he scoffs at and very emotionally vulnerable. To me Shia sold it too, maybe it’s because he’s just freshly introduced out of nowhere but honestly… think about it. Indy and Marion sleep together at least twice during and in the short period together after Raiders. He leaves. It’s the 30s and there’s not exactly protection in the middle of nowhere, honestly It’d be more shocking if they didn’t have a surprise kid… I mean come on!

I think the hate this character gets is more of a “how dare you stand where he stood” than any actual character critique but I digress. The real comparison of characters is between him and a certain blonde (which is a post coming soon!”

* also before anyone gets onto me , I still think aliens are a fucking wild thing for them to go for especially when the last movies were based in historical founding and cultural respect. I’m fine with their being something other than God/Gods power but I think when really does the movie in is them SHOWING the alien. Everything else sans the cgi was relatively solid and tied together in a “okay, I’ll follow” way but personally I would’ve kept it a mist or a just out of frame “this creature cannot be perceived” way than shown head on.

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haven't seen dial of destiny yet but we watched all the other Indiana Jones movies this week and I determined that Short Round is thirteen years older than Mutt and Ke Huy Quan is fifteen years older than Shia Lebeouf. This near consistency pleases me and while I don't NEED another Indiana Jones movie with Short Round in it just Because They Can, like. they could.

Also I do kind of wanna see a ficlet where Shorty and Mutt meet and Mutt says oh yeah and who is this, and Short Round sizes him up contemptuously and says "His ELDEST."

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Regarded as the ‘Master of the Walking Bass,’ Leroy Vinnegar was a mainstay on jazz recording sessions from 1952 on where he was on over 600 dates. His signature walking bass was the foundation for his impeccable sense of swing, which has gone on to influence several generations of players.

Vinnegar was born into a musically inclined family in Indianapolis, Indiana, on July 13, 1928. His earliest musical education came from the radio, on which he listened religiously to the great bands of Duke Ellington and Count Basie. His two sisters played piano, and young Leroy thought that might be his instrument as well. “I tried my hand at piano,” he says, “and I would have been a nice piano player, had I stayed with it.” Things changed when he actually started playing with others, however. “The bass player used to leave his instrument at the house after we’d rehearse,” Vinnegar remembers, “and I just started messing with it, and the next thing you know I was playing the bass. We just got a communication going.”

When he was about 24, Vinnegar considered pursuing his muse on a grander scale. “I was getting ready to make my push,” he recalls. “I knew I had to get out of Indianapolis, so I could get my music career started. There were good musicians in Indianapolis, but I wanted to move up the ladder, so I figured I’d move to Chicago and tune up, and then I would go to New York.” That was 1952, and Vinnegar was shocked to discover that the Windy City was something far more challenging than a momentary stopover. “Little did I know Chicago was just as fast as New York,” he recollects with another hearty laugh. “I thought I would just go there and get ready for the big one. Little did I know I was walking into a lion’s den. They were there waiting for my ass.”

Vinnegar found himself to be “the tenth bass player on the totem pole” in a hierarchy of jazz bassists topped by Israel Crosby and Wilbur Ware. “When you’re new, you just have to wait your turn,” he says. But Vinnegar’s turn was not long in coming. “All the bass players were busy one week,” he remembers, “and somebody said, ‘Hey there’s a new bass player in town by the name of Leroy Vinnegar.’ ‘Well, how does he play, man?’ ‘They say he can play, you know?’ ‘Well, we ain’t heard him.’ ‘Let’s try him and see. There ain’t nobody else here we can get.’”

Soon, Vinnegar was playing in a band with Chicago’s great native tenor saxophonist Von Freeman, and then, with a brotherly boost from Israel Crosby, in the house rhythm section at the famous Bee Hive. There, he had the chance to work with Lester Young, Ben Webster, Johnny Griffin, Sonny Stitt, and others. “It’s hard to pinpoint a single influence,” Vinnegar says, “because everyone I played with or made a record with was such an influence on my career. But I think Art Tatum topped ’em all. He gave me such a nice compliment by wanting me to join his trio. I figured if Art Tatum asked me to join his trio, I must be doing something right.”

It was while playing with Bill Russo at the Blue Note, opposite Tatum, that Vinnegar was heard by the great pianist. “He heard me and wanted me to move to Los Angeles to join his trio,” the bassist recalls. “I was going to move anywhere.”

Shortly after he arrived in Southern California in 1954, Vinnegar insinuated himself indelibly into that scene. “They say it was much better in the ’40s, but for me, everything was happening,” he says, citing the L.A. presence of Dexter Gordon, Wardell Gray, Conte Candoli, Teddy Edwards, Frank Morgan, Hampton Hawes, Carl Perkins, Shorty Rogers, Zoot Sims, Stan Getz, Bud Powell, and many more. Ensconced again in a house rhythm section, this time at Jazz City, Vinnegar played regularly with pianists Kenny Drew, Carl Perkins, and Hampton Hawes, and drummers Lawrence Marable, Frank Butler, and for a while, Philly Joe Jones. He recorded with virtually everyone on the scene, formed a band with saxophonist Teddy Edwards, drummer Billy Higgins, and pianist Joe Castro, toured with Shelly Manne, and helped Les McCann put together his pioneering trio in 1960.

By then, at the urging of Contemporary’s Les Koenig, Vinnegar had already recorded his first albums as a leader"Leroy Walks!, in 1957, followed by Leroy Walks Again! “I was real nervous, wondering what I could do,” Vinnegar remembers. “Les said he wanted me to do songs that had the word ‘walk’ in them. That made it a little easier.”

The “walk,” of course, referred to the inimitably sturdy “walking” style that Vinnegar had perfected, a style he says came to him “because I couldn’t solo. I didn’t know the bass well enough, because I’d never studied it,” he elaborates. “I was just going by ear. I didn’t know the positions or the sound of the fiddle so whenever it got to me, I couldn’t solo and I just stayed right with the walking. It was a safe thing at the beginning, a sure shot, then it started developing into something. I found I had a lot of imagination for the walking bass.” That imagination had been fueled by singing bass in gospel choirs as a youngster, and it became invaluable for both Vinnegar and the musicians around him. “It gave other players a cushion to work off and it sort of woke up the bass players, too,” he says. “It gave people an understanding of what the bass could really do beyond going one, two, three, four.” Today, that understanding is as widespread as the respect that Vinnegar has garnered as the walking master.

Except for occasional recording sessions (such as Teddy Edwards’s breakthrough Mississippi Lad), festival appearances, and European tours, Vinnegar is content to play his regular gigs in Portland. “I’d been coming up to Oregon since 1973 and I fell in love with it,” he says. “Then I met some nice musicians up here and we started creating something, so I said I’ll stay right here. And I’m glad I did, because people up here accept real jazz.” And that’s what Vinnegar plays, with all the honesty and determination that “the Walker” has always embodied.

In 1995, the Oregon State Legislature honored him by proclaiming May 1 Leroy Vinnegar Day.

Leroy Vinnegar died August 3, 1999.

Source: AllAboutJazz/Wikipedia