#yippee-ki-yay motherfucker

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell cheering the Longhorns - 10.19.24 [x]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Die Hard | Paradise 1x6

[vertigoartgore]

Die Hard x Dr. Slump crossover by Akira Toriyama (circa the mid-90s since John McClane has his Die Hard with a Vengeance look). Source

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Nothing said Christmas like

Die Hard!

[soysaurus]

looking through glass panels

Like any child of Gotham, Jason grows with shadows at his back and gold shining in front of his eyes. And then he’s shoved centre stage, bright lights shining down as he learns how to play the audience like a Wayne. But while Jason’s eyes are blue, Bruce and Dick’s are bluer. Words like ‘destiny’ can be too big for a lost thirteen-year-old.

OR: Jason grows up, dies, and changes. Not necessarily in that order.

gen, rated t, 1.5k

(an exploration of jason's childhood experiences through colour)

read here

[thessaralka]

watching die hard rn and all i can think about is that one skit???? i don't remember where it was from or what it was even (came to me in the fade???) where these professional hvac guys talk about how crawling around in air vents would be extremely loud bc it's really bendy felxiblemetal dshgskhg;khfgk;bakgskgh so like IRL john mcclane's ass would be up in the air vent bangbangBANGBANGTHUNDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and hans gruber would just roll his eyes and machine gun end of movie

[lifesshort-imshorter]

It is definitely a christmas movie

Happy whatever you guys celebrate!

[darklight-owl]

Why did no one tell me tpn is actually Die Hard x Frozen

[aheartofdawn]

Die Hard

*slowly reaches for the popcorn*

[pandacommando]

he hat

[goddesspharo]

Let's ride.

[agapeeternal]

Giddy up cowboy goddamn 🥵

Yeah I'm gonna need 3-5 business days to recover 🤠

📸 Texas Longhorns Instagram

[fencecollapsed]

she yippee on my ki til I yay. motherfucker.

[angelsdean]

spn september prompt: rodeo

➥ yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM DIE HARD *  assorted dialogue from the 1988 christmas movie, adjust as necessary

no fucking shit, lady!

does it sound like i'm ordering a pizza?

come out to the coast. we'll get together, have a few laughs.

i've got a hundred people down here.

who gives a shit about glass?

who the fuck is this?

i am in charge of this situation.

oh, you're in charge? well i've got some bad news for you. from up here it doesn't look like you're in charge of jack shit.

you listen to me, you little asshole...

now you listen to me, jerk-off.

if you're not a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem.

are you still there?

yeah, i'm still here. unless you wanna open the front door for me.

you know my name, but who are you?

do you really think you have a chance against us?

yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.

now i have a machine gun.

welcome to the party, pal!

you'd have made a pretty good cowboy yourself.

what was it you said to me before?

i thought i told all of you i want radio silence.

i'm very sorry [name]. i didn't get that message.

that's very kind of you.

you are most troublesome.

sorry, wrong guess.

whoa, these are very bad for you.

who are you then?

god. that man looks really pissed.

you want money?

so that's what this is about? a fucking robbery?

put down the gun.

you throw quite a party.

now i know what a tv dinner feels like.

who's driving this car, stevie wonder?

drop it, dickhead.

you won't hurt me.

after all your posturing, all your little speeches, you're nothing but a common thief.

i am an exceptional thief.

hey, how you feeling?

what the fuck?

geronimo, motherfucker!

you motherfucker, i'm gonna kill you!

i have someone who wants to talk to you.

they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you.

i know you think you're doing your job, and i can appreciate that, but you're just dragging this thing out.

what have you told them?

i told them we were old friends.

you shouldn't be doing this.

they know people are listening.

didn't you hear me?

shut up! just shut your mouth!

go fuck yourself, [name].

put down the gun.

i'm going to count to three.

what do you think, i'm fucking stupid?

i have a request.

what idiot put you in charge?

i don't enjoy being this close to you.

can't you see what's happening? can't you read between the lines?

you couldn't drag me away.

you don't wanna know.

i had an accident.

the way you drive, i can see why.

drop the fucking gun!

the hell with this.

you are done.

thanks for the advice.

i hope that's not a hostage.

i'm going to count to three. there will not be a four.

what the fuck are you doing?

how the fuck did you get into this shit?

i hope i'm not interrupting anything.

you're amazing. you've figured this all out already.

hey, business is business.

you use a gun, i use a fountain pen.

he could be a fucking bartender for all we know.

the FBI is here.

want a breath mint?

are we on schedule?

what about the body that fell out the window?

i can live with that.

why the fuck didn't you stop them?

oh god, please don't let me die.

i'm on your side, you assholes!

i wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative... not a lot to ask.

something's wrong.

you don't like flying, do you?

you didn't bring me along for my charming personality.

we are both professionals.

do you smoke?

right up the ass.

you macho assholes.

i know the type. i think he's got his eye on you.

we may have some problems.

i need backup assistance!

no one is coming to help you.

no one kills him but me.

are you crazy?

good enough?

[sthilarions]

The sorcerer finishes yelling his line at them, whatever it is; Edwin hasn’t been listening particularly, not since Charles went down. (Charles is fine now. Edwin turned his back on the sorcerer, and took several hexes to it, in the process of ensuring that fine-ness, which had distressed both Charles and the sorcerer.)

Edwin hums in response to the sorcerer’s unheard insult and settles what Charles has dug out of the bag for him in his hands. He looks back up at the man, who seems quite petulant. “I have not yet had occasion to use a modern firearm,” Edwin says, “but I was a decent shot with a .275 Rigby bolt action, at one time. The rounds in these handguns have been enchanted to be magically armor-piercing, as it were; they should bypass your various wards and amulets. I had not intended to use them, but you harmed my partner, and I find myself quite…” he pauses. “Put out.”

The streetlights around them flicker slightly. Edwin ignores them, and also ignores the sorcerer beginning to say something. “As I said, I have little experience with handguns, or modern firearms in general, but from what I have gathered from Charles, for maximum effectiveness one has merely to wield one in each hand and then turn them sideways, like so.” He raises both hands and tilts them accordingly, then looks down at Charles, who is gazing up at him with a look that can only be described as adoration and glee.

Edwin looks back at the sorcerer and tilts his head to the side. “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.”