#taps 1981

[pilvimarja]

[maverickcalf]

If Taps came out before Endless Love, Tom Cruise's first line of dialogue to the world, would've been about dungeons and dragons.

[boasamishipper]

Taps: Brian Moreland x Alex Dwyer x David Shawn

see while i like moreland/dwyer and moreland/shawn and shawn/dwyer individually, i've never really given an ot3 much thought. even now i am still going Hmm........current consensus: they are a package deal do not separate (and also give them all therapy)

[eldritchmint]

Seriously, what are these dumb kids doing, like isn't there 12 year olds there 😭

[maxwellendowed]

Day 2: The Last of His Movies you Watched

WELL it's gonna be the same as @pixlerelish because we haven't watched my movie for Movie Night yet at my apartment..... SO

Yup! It's TAPS. Bruh....this movie man. I'll admit he's a little crazy cutie, and I mean

0.0

Uhhhh what was I saying OHYEAH. The movie overall is kinda fucked up. I probably won't watch it again unless someone says something or like I'm in the same room with it on or something.

lmao, this little trigger happy boy was worth it though.

I just got home and I can't brain anymore so byeeeee

@lovesickmermaid @pixlerelish my bitches ;) <3

[pixlerelish]

Day 2: The last movie of his you watched

Short Answer: Taps

Longer Ramblings: Under the cut

Unless we count interviews/youtube clips, which we’re not gonna count I’m sure.  So that was what... last week?  NO, watch party this past weekend​.  I was headachey and spaced out for half of it, not to mention the fact that my side of the movie was lagging the whole time. BUT possibly to sum up the experience in two sentences:

“Bro fuck that movie“

“P much my exact thoughts the first time I saw it“

5/10 would re-watch

10/10 for sticking it to the man

12/10 for bestie pointing out that he plays a captain. Again.

1/10 for baby actors that my brain can’t reconcile with the roles I know them as (I’m sorry but the entire movie I’m internally screaming that is literally NATHAN FORD standing there)

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Your turns @lephantomdelioncourt​ and @lovesickmermaid​ (haha, I’m on a roll now)

Tom 30 Day Challenge Tumblr Thingy Cruise

Original Ask Game

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[charlotte-lancer]

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[emcgoverns]

elizabeth mcgovern (with timothy hutton) attends the “taps” movie premiere and afterparty (december 1981) | 📸: walter mcbride & laurie sagalyn

[heart-eyed-love]

Boys *Defeated Sigh*

Summary | Eddie uses your fear to torture you a little and you just want him to grow up.

Contains | Fem!Reader, Cursing, Reader has a fear of bugs, Eddie being an annoying boy, Friends-to-Lovers (eventually)

Pairing | BestFriend!Eddie x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count | 629

Summer 1981

Growing older with Eddie was weird. Cause even though the boy was 2 years older than you, he still thought the most stupid things were funny. So once you entered your first year of being a teenager you looked at him differently. Constantly confused on why he would still act so immature, but your mom always told you girls mature faster than boys. So that’s just what you chalked it up to being.

Summer had finally started, and you took it upon yourself to spend some of your time outside, just doing whatever you could to get out of the house.

Today, you had settled on up at the picnic table that resided near your trailer, reading one of your books and sipping on some ice cold lemonade.

Too immersed in your book to hear the boy himself approaching behind you. It’s not until you feel a light tap on your shoulder you take notice, but as you turn your head over you notice something grosser than the annoying teenage boy you expect.

The cicada being held by dirty fingernails way too close to your face has you screeching and hitting his hand away, “Eddie!” You scooch further away on the bench.

“Jeez, calm down! It’s just the shell.” He says, laughing as he crouched down to grab it again.

“I don’t give a shit. That’s disgusting.” You sneer at the shell of the creature he’s picking up again, then his head suddenly his face snaps towards you with a smirk as he stands up fully again.

“Wait, are you scared? Do bugs scare you?” He chuckles even more, and you wish you could knock that stupid smirk off his face. You weren’t big on telling people your fears, not wanting them to be able to use it against you. Not even if that person happens to be the person you’d consider your best friend.

“What?! No, I’m not!” But your tone comes out all wrong, and you can already tell by the look on his face whatever he’s about to do next is not gonna be fun.

He quickly moves right up to you, shoving it right back in your face. “Eddie stop!” Squealing as you push yourself further away on the bench, but that ends up not helping you one bit. Your ass is suddenly hitting the dirty ground as you reach the bench's end.

Eddie standing over you with the shell has you kicking his leg as warning and you quickly scramble back up, rounding the opposite side of the table.

“You sure you’re not scared?” He laughs cockily and your jaw is clenching, how you are managing to feel anger and fear from his boy at the same time amazes you.

A minute of him chasing you around the table was enough for you and you finally smacked his hand once again when he finally got too close. Hitting the shell to the ground and stomp your foot on it, and you look up to glare at him once the job is done.

You are surprised to see him still laughing, “Big Baby.” Your eyes narrow at him and your nostrils flare.

The boy had gone through a whole year of High School and he’s still antagonizing you, and you’re the baby?!

“Me?! You just chased me around with a bug like a toddler! Grow up, Munson.”

Your words are lost on him, and he shrugs his shoulders and begins walking away, “Can’t wait to see how you react to the real thing!” He shouts over his shoulder as he retreats back into his trailers.

You stay standing there with wide eyes as your mind now rakes through ideas to protect your future self.

God, you wish this boy would just hurry up and mature.

[pilvimarja]

[maverickcalf]

Every day I am sad we never got to hear Wayne Rodgers opinion on the movie Taps.

Given the boys watch mash on tv at one point and the ending of the movie...

[byler-alarmist]

OK so remember how we were talking about how different characters in the show style themselves differently ar certain points to make themselves into something their love interest would like? Like Nancy dressing more New Wave-y to fit Jonathan's musical tastes, Lucas wearing the Karate Kid-inspired shirt because Max was crushing on Ralph Macchio, etc?

Remember this part?

Well.....

Tom Cruise in Taps, 1981

I rest my case

[inconspicuousdreamgirl]

13 days off Ronance moments since it’s pride month!!!🌈

Day: one

The time when Robin noticed a Tom cruise poster in nancys room, then proceeded to dress incredibly similar almost exactly like his character in the film taps (1981). I know it’s not exact but Robin really was like “Nancy likes Tom cruise so I’m gonna dress like him”.

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

Tap, Tap, Tapping

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Summary: You have a strange habit, and Eddie is determined you embrace it.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/notes: No warnings. Just Eddie being a sweet goofy friend. No use of y/n and lots of pet names.

A/N: This was actually inspired by my father lol He's able to tap the rhythm to a song so accurately while riding in the car with the radio on. Whether on the steering wheel or his leg or otherwise. I always thought he would be a fantastic drummer. My mind related it to Eddie somehow 😅😅😅 Enjoy! SorryifthisissuperbadIhaventwritteninsolong

Tiny taglist I haven't forgotten: @zestychili

"What're you doing?" Eddie asked as he drove, glancing over at you momentarily before his eyes went back on the road. The radio played an Ozzy song from a few years back, taking you both back to 1981. Eddie wasn't reminiscing though. He was too focused on you presently.

Pulled out of your daze, you looked at him. "Hm?"

"With your hand," He gestured to you. You looked down at your hand resting still on your thigh.

Once again, you look up at him, this time confused. Before you can say anything though, he speaks again.

"Agh, you stopped," He grumbled. "Did you know you do that? Tap your fingers to music?"

You lifted your hand and looked at it as if it were a foreign object. "Uh.... I mean yeah, I guess. A lot of people do that, Eds," You chuckle, despite feeling a bit flattered he noticed such a small detail. It was one of your little ticks, something you did without thinking much of. You'd done it ever since you'd discovered music. Rock music only made it happen more often.

Eddie pulled up to his trailer and put the van in park, turning to face you more instead of getting out. "No but like, you do it differently. You're completely following the drums in the song."

A sigh left you as you opened the passenger door, anxious to get to that joint Eddie promised you. "Uh yeah, that's kind of the point of tapping your fingers to a song. You follow the beat." You quipped as your feet landed on the gravel.

The driver side door opened and closed with yours and Eddie rounded the front of the van to you. "You don't get it, when I say you follow the drums, I mean it. You hit every beat completely in time. I mean sure sometimes you mess up, but like.... you could be a drummer, sweets. For real." His dark eyes were earnest.

You rolled your eyes and dismissed him, pushing past his form and heading towards the trailer. "Eddie you're being dumb," You reply, thinking maybe this was another one of his teasing jokes he always pulled. A drummer? You? You didn't even take band in high school, let alone know anything about drumming.

Footsteps followed after you as you walked up the steps and you lean over to let Eddie unlock his door.

"I'm being serious! I could play a song you've never heard before and you'd have the percussion down like that!" He exclaimed with the snap of his fingers as he fished out his keys and opened the door for you.

It swung open and you walked in, shaking your head. "Because it's easy!! It's all in the patterns, anybody could catch on to that."

Eddie barked out a laugh. "You'd be surprised, hon. A lot of people don't have a single musical bone in their body."

"What I do isn't music, Ed's. It's just.... me being restless. That's all."

"I don't believe that... here, sit." A hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you over to the couch. You opened your mouth to protest but he gave you a stern "Shush," before he disappeared into his room down the hall.

You leaned over to watch as he walked back into the livingroom and plopped an upside down five gallon bucket in front of you. He then held out two drumsticks, a goofy smile on his face. "Play!"

"Eddie...." You can't help but smile at him despite your patience wearing thin. You cross your arms, glancing warily at the drum sticks.

"Come on, sweetheart, just try! Here, I'll even put on music for you." He tossed the sticks at you, startling you as he went over to one of his many boom boxes and hits play.

The music was far too loud, startling you again. It caused you to finally stand and raise your voice. "Eddie!!"

The music immediately stopped as he pressed the button and he looked at you, not the least bit hurt. Just looking.... baffled. Baffled that you didn't want to explore this.

You sigh and step over the bucket to him. "Look, I.... I'll think about what you said. Really. But tonight just isn't the night...."

Eddie's face softened. He knew the kind of day you'd had at work. Customer service was hell and after more than one panic attack because of it that day, well.... it was the whole reason he'd offered to smoke at his place that night. He wanted tonight to be relaxing and fun for you. Now he understood it wasn't the time to treat you like a guinea pig. It was time to treat you like his friend.

He smiled comfortingly at you. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. You're right, tonight's not the night." He agreed, then wrapped an arm around your shoulders to lead you to his bedroom. "But one day, it will be.... Let's forget our worries, shall we?"

"Gladly."

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Your feet crunched on stray gravel as you passed your garage on your way home from the work day. The large door was open and you paused a moment as you spotted a bucket out. It was full of water and soapy suds. Your family must've caved in and paid that kid down the street to hand wash their car for them. Leave it to the 10 year old to leave out the bucket for someone else to clean up.... That wasn't your first thought looking at it though. Your mind went back to the other night with Eddie and how excitedly he'd put a bucket in front of you to drum on.

Hm.... Maybe you could try it.... it wouldn't hurt. Your house was pretty far from anyone else's out in the rural area of Hawkins, so they would only hear faint banging in the distance. You shrugged. Guess today was the day.

You dumped out the bucket into the grass, suds fanning out, then took a seat on a bench in the driveway. The bucket in front of you, you thought for a moment. You didn't own any drumsticks... turning, you glanced behind you at the wall of tools set up. A couple screwdrivers would have to do.

After swiping the tools, you then put your headset on and hit play on the tape inside your walkman. Immediately, Where Eagles Dare started thrumming in your ears and you smiled. You loved the quickness of this song.

The screwdrivers started moving, beginning in small taps as the pattern of the drums started coming back to you. Soon, the makeshift drumsticks were swinging, hands holding the wrong ends, and you could hear yourself beating the bucket through the headset.

At first you didn't care if you were in time or not. It was fun to let out all your frustration and built up tension from the day by beating a bucket to death. But then what Eddie had said started to make sense.... you were keeping in time with the song, drumming the intricate beat exactly. The smile on your face only grew the longer you went on, closing your eyes and playing song after song after song on your mixtape. It was exhilarating.

After what must've been 15 full minutes of nonstop drumming, sweat on your brow and arms aching, your headset was suddenly yanked off. You gasped and looked up, expecting to see your mother there to scold you for making so much noise.

Instead, there stood Eddie, a huge grin on his face. You look over to see his van in the driveway. How long had he been there?

"See, kid, I told you!! I knew you'd be able to do it! I knew you were a drummer!! Oh we gotta call Garette and have him show you his drum set, he's going to be so psyched to show you the ropes!" He exclaimed, dropping your headset in your lap and jumping up and down in front of you like a child at the zoo.

All you could do was smile back at him, surprised at yourself and blushing horrendously. Bless Eddie.... if not for him, you would havenever figured this out about yourself.

Speechless and needing to hide your reddened cheeks, you lept up and embraced Eddie tightly. Full of joy, he returned the favor, picking you up and spinning you around, happily chanting "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!"