#speed movie

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[brookie-kookie1943]

Hero of the Heart

Jack Traven x fem!Reader - Fluff

So, this is basically a self insert but I’ve changed and added a few things. I don’t know - I really liked this idea and I think it’s easier to start with considering my long hiatus of writing lol

(All these photos are from Pinterest)

Warnings: Use of y/n, incredibly cliche, cursing.

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Maybe it was when you woke up late, or maybe when you accidentally tripped going down the stairs. It could’ve been when you spilled your hot coffee all over your arm. However, as you sit here in this elevator, you realize this is the worst thing to happen all day.

It had stopped moving about thirty minutes ago - or maybe an hour - there’s a lot of maybes in this situation. All you know is that bad luck had struck again and now you’re in an elevator stuck between the twenty-second and twenty-third floor. And at your job, no less. Doesn’t the universe know you’re too busy right now for this shit?

Of course, you freaked out at first - who would want to be stuck, alone, in a box made of hundreds of pounds of steel? You pressed the emergency button until you finally got a response, letting those firefighters know what kind of predicament you were in. At least you were going to be saved by sexy firemen!

The shock and fear wore off a little and now you were sitting up against the wall. Waiting for movement, for people - anything. What you couldn’t hear was the sound of ticking above your head. That sound was one Jack Traven knew very well.

Unbeknownst to you - yours wasn’t the only elevator to have mysteriously stopped. There was another elevator stuck between the thirtieth and thirty-first floor. The difference was: no bomb went off above yours, but it sure was ticking.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, you heard a drilling noise above you. It made you panic - what the hell is that? Hopefully it was someone coming to save you from this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the LAPD!” You heard a man’s voice above the elevator. You felt a sigh of relief leave you, looking up at the ceiling despite knowing you won’t see the man who called out to you.

“It’s just a lady!” You responded, a lighthearted way to let the officers know it was just you. You were cursed by not being able to see the handsome smile spread across Jack’s face at your answer - despite the situation.

“Well ma’am, I promise I’ll have you out of there as soon as possible.” He tells you, and you feel curiosity fill you. What even put you in this situation in the first place?

“What happened to the elevator?” You ask, not wanting to admit that you sort of feared the answer. Jack knew he couldn’t tell you that there was a bomb strapped to the cables of the elevator you were on - and it could blow up when the timer went off if not deactivated.

“There was a malfunction, nothing serious. Just relax, ma’am.” He told you. You couldn’t help but believe him. After all, he sounded so calm and cool, and he brought that effect on to you. It took a few minutes for it to dawn on you that you were talking to a police officer.

Anxiety filled your chest once again at this thought. Why did they send officers? You called firefighters - you expected firefighters. You expected maybe even repair guys. If only you knew that Jack wasn’t just an officer. He was apart of the bomb squad. On the SWAT team. You would freak.

You can’t help but curl up where you sit on the floor. Somehow tears aren’t falling from your eyes - which would totally ruin your mascara. You’re scared, yes, but you can’t seem to express it. Little do you know that Jack is scared too. And he can’t express it either.

He’s got this gut feeling that this lunatic who put bombs on these elevators isn’t using hostages for easy bribing money. No - these hostages aren’t potential collateral. The maniac is going to blow them up anyway, whether he gets the money or not.

Despite the protests from his partner Harry, preferring they follow Captain McMahon’s orders and wait, the cog wheels are already turning in Jack’s head. The lunatic can bomb the elevators all he wants - they just have to take you out of the equation.

All the while, you are contemplating just the same as Jack. Your thoughts are much more melancholic, though. Maybe you should have thanked your mother more for those ugly shoes, or talked to your father about something that wasn’t money related. So many maybes and not one is about you potentially surviving this situation. You have got to calm down.

It is less than calm on the outside of this elevator, though. More officers are trying to remove hostages on the other elevator before their time runs out - which they have a lot less time then you do. At this point, you’re the only one that hasn’t been let in on the sick joke of possible death.

Jack won’t let that happen, though. He’s hooked up a long cable to the elevator from a crane on the roof which should hold you up if it start to fall. Then, there’s a sudden explosion to test that theory.

You let out a scream as a large explosion happens over your head, and you begin to fall farther and farther down. You cling to the handlebar on the wall before everything stabilizes once again. Well - the theory was somewhat successful and now you’re in on the sick joke.

“What the hell is happening!” You scream to anyone that may possibly hear you. Jack is quick to respond despite his panting and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. “It’s alright, ma’am, everything’s alright!”

“Is there a bomb on this elevator?!” You say in a panic, a little annoyed by his forced reassurance. Everything is definitely not ok. “…yes, there is. I’m sorry, ma’am.” He reluctantly informs you. You don’t think you’ve dreaded an answer more in your life.

You wish you would’ve had a bit more time to process that answer but the elevator jerks downwards more and more. Maybe that theory wasn’t so successful after all. You breathe frantically, trying to stay as still as possible as if it will help stop the moving.

Jack and Harry are already running from the elevator shaft to the small lobby to catch you before you fall between another floor. In spite of your weak attempts to stop the movements, you only seem to be jerking more violently. It’s so bad you can barely stand straight - this was a horrible day to wear heels.

By some blessing of God, you watch as the elevator doors are pried open. Not much time for celebrating when you’re still in this damn thing. You’re finally face to face with what you assume is the cop you’ve been talking to - and his familiar calm and cool voice only proves it.

“Come on! Take my hand!” Jack yells to you; his voice isn’t so calm and cool now. You don’t hesitate, wobbling your way over to him as quickly as humanly possible. You scream as the elevator shifts downwards for the umpteenth time - now only leaving a small gap between the exit and the metal wall blocking your path.

This it it. If it slides down any further, there won’t be an escape for you. Jack knows it and so do you. He reaches his hand further out to you, wrapping his large hand around your wrist to pull you closer. You quickly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he lifts you out of the moving elevator.

Your left heel slips off your foot just as you’re being pulled out by Jack, but you’re smart enough to not care. It’s like your Cinderella or something - though you don’t think someone will ever recover that shoe; the elevator as already started plummeting to the bottom.

Throughout the chaos, Jack pulling you out sends the both of you falling on the ground. You’re still quivering in fear in his arms as he tries to relax you and himself. “You’re alright. You’re safe. You’ve got to evacuate.”

You nod and slip your other heel off when you stand back up. You hold the shoe in your hand as you make sure to put some distance between you and this damn building. Ambulances are around - helping and caring for the other hostages that were in your situation not even ten minutes ago.

You think it’s been about an hour before anything major happens. You’ve been sitting the back of an ambulance; tears dried and a blanket around your arms. Thankfully no one, including you, was injured during the rescue. That is, until you see someone being wheeled out of the building in a stretcher.

It sort of looks like that blonde haired cop that helped save you earlier. He’s awake…but there’s something wrong with his leg. Then, you see his partner following closely behind - the same one you practically climbed on. You want to say thank you, so you wait until he’s done checking on his partner.

“Hey, um, I just want to say thank you for saving my life. I could never repay you.” You say sincerely, and you could swear you saw a small blush fill Jack’s face as he responds humbly. “It’s my job, ma’am. No need to thank me.”

You smile before looking over at his partner, visibly cringing when you see the bullet wound in his leg. “Is he going to be alright? What happened to him?”

“Oh, Harry will be fine. I shot him.” Jack informs you with a sweet smile - as if he didn’t process what he just told you. When he sees your confused expression, he sighs a bit embarrassingly. “It’s a long story.”

You give a slow nod. You’re not going to question it any further. Jack looks down at your feet, seeing that you’re wearing the flimsy hospital shoes the ambulance had to offer. “It seems like you found some new kicks, huh?” He jokes lightheartedly, causing you to laugh quietly.

“Yeah. I don’t suppose I’ll ever get that other heel back, will I?” You ask, though you already know the answer. It’s highly unlikely. Jack shakes his head. Something about him tells you he would’ve got it for you if he truly could.

Finally, you get to look at him. Really look at him. You were so rightfully distracted by the thought of death that you didn’t notice how handsome he was. For a moment, you’re glad those sexy firefighters didn’t come and save you. Nothing beats a sexy cop like this man.

“Well, the hostage you saved is Y/N, by the way.” You quip while holding your much smaller hand out to him. He takes your hand - careful not to squeeze - and shakes it with a laugh. “The cop that saved you is Jack Traven if you want to give me a good review.”

“I’ll think about it.” You tease, watching as he leaves you to rest from the traumatic experience you just went through. You’re practically breaking your neck to watch him walk out of your line of sight. What a man. What you wouldn’t give to have a slice of that in your life.

You hope to see him again. After all, you do take the bus to work…

[thecaptainoutoftime]

"Pop quiz, hotshot. There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do you do?"

Happy 30th Anniversary to Speed

June 10th 1994-June 10th 2024

[ratleyland]

I can't believe this absolute banger of a movie is 30 years old 😱

Incredibly flawed... but it's still such a good watch 🎥

[aromanticduck]

I love how the movie Speed includes what is essentially the same problem with the same solution two whole times. That being: 'we're about to run out of road/track and we can't stop -> go faster'. They know what the movie is about. They know what we came here to see.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

[aroaceinthestreets]

AroAce at the Movies: Violent Night

I had an aroace moment while watching Violent Night with my parents.

The story opens with a divorced? separated? estranged couple and their daughter going to see dad's insanely rich family Christmas. Amidst all the other set up for the movie there's a scene where the daughter tells Santa that what she really wants for Christmas is for her parents to make up. And she's a cute little kid so right away you know the movie is going to end with the parents getting back together and giving things another go.

Now, I'm not inherently opposed to this happening, but to pull this off a movie needs to give me a good reason why a couple is getting back together that is not Well, it'll make our kid happy. No. If they were ready to call it quits despite the kid before, there needs to be a good reason why both parties believe that the thing causing tension in the relationship before won't be a problem anymore or will get better.

What's causing tension in this relationship you might ask. Well dad's rich family are all very terrible people and husband's kind-of a terrible person when he's around them. Wife wants him to cut ties with them and stop sucking up to his terrible mother in a vain attempt to be named heir over his terrible sister.

So surely, when the couple later starts making out in the snow surrounded by dead and battered home invaders, that concern has been at least partially addressed right?

No. Not even a little bit. The previous scene with this couple was a reveal that the husband had stolen 300 million dollars from his mother (who had stolen it from the US military) and had planned to leave the family mansion with his wife, daughter, and money in the middle of the night, leaving his mother a taunting note to unwrap in her present on Christmas morning. Needless to say, the wife was not pleased with this.

When I complained about this my parents told me Well, dangerous situations bring people together. They explain well it in Speed.

And I gotta say, I didn't buy that when they did it in Speed either. Is this just a thing that danger charges people up? I would think that immediately after surviving a terrorist attack or a home invasion hooking up with the other people who have just been traumatized would be the last thing on my mind. In fact that seems like the worst possible moment to start a new relationship. Is this a real thing or something the allos made up for the movies? I understand feeling close to someone after a shared experience but why would shared trauma automatically translate into romantic/sexual feelings?

[yutoda-mn]

I just watched Speed for the first time and I just need to say:

I hate being called ma'am but I really think I could get used to it if it were Keanu Reeves calling me that

[artorojo]

Sandra Bullock's Son Is All Grown Up & He Might Look Familiar To You... 😂😂😂

[keanureevesgifs]

He is scheduled to attend a 30th anniversary screening of “Speed” on Tuesday (10/08/24) in Los Angeles alongside his co-star Sandra Bullock.

3 Movies For Every Year I’ve Been Alive ↳ SPEED (1994) dir. Jan de Bont

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Speed Ratliff as the Boom Operator for SAW (2004)

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SPEED (1994) dir. Jan de Bont

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

The Sonic fandom will fight tooth and nail over a lot of things, but at least at the end of the day we all love Cowboy Hat Knuckles.