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Come on, baby

Knox x F!Reader

(Y/n) Brandt has a history with her fathers most trustworthy hit man

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Getting the call from Gerald Brandt was a surprise to say the least. “Knox, I need you!” “What do you need?” Gerald screams into the phone, “Knox, my Idiot son is fucking things up!” “I’ll leave right away.” “And Knox, look after (y/n).” Knox pauses, excitement brewing in him. “You know I will.”

I see a man walking down the dock to the shitty houseboat named so cleverly “The Boat”. I sit up from my chair, holding onto my hat in the low wind as the boat rocks in the water. “That’s the new bouncer at the roadhouse Ben keeps going on about?” The smirk grows on my lips. My friend meets my gaze, staring at the man as he steps onto the boat and shamelessly begins to work out in the sun. “He’s hot.” I lean on the railing.

I wave my hand towards him as my boat sails by. “Looking good over there!” He stops mid-sit up and waves with a small smile before continuing his set. My friend scoffed with a smile. “I'm assuming you’re taking a trip down to the bar tonight.” I shrug sitting back in my hair and sipping my margarita. “Might be.”

I walk into the bar and scan the scene. The music is upbeat, and the people seem to be calm… for now at least. I allow my eyes to scan the entire place until I see him. Sitting at the bar, and quietly observing. I walk to him and take the seat directly beside him. I smile at the bartender, “Rum and coke please.”

The man beside me smirks as I mindlessly pat my fingers on the bar looking around. I meet his eyes and drop my jaw dramatically. “Well, what are the chances? Hey there handsome.” “My name’s Dalton.” I shake his hand, “(y/n). Nice to see you again. Shirt on this time, but we can work on that.”

Night after night I’d go to the roadhouse and sit with Dalton. Flirting and talking, were all fun. When there was an issue he’d get up, handle it with some sarcastic banter and strong punches, and then he’d be back beside me with a cheeky smile as if nothing happened. I like a man who can handle himself. He was a sweet guy to top it off. He definitely shouldn’t be the one to be here taking care of this matter. He shouldn’t have to be the one to deal with my idiot brother and his schemes.

I put six sandwiches on a plate and exit the home to the back patio. “Sandwiches are on the bar!” I yell to the boys as I sit down in a chair, opening my book. Not long after I gained inner peace, a loud collision struck right in front of the house. I tear my shades off as a figure enters. “Who the fuck put those bikes in my way?” I watch as Knox strolls in. “Who the fuck are you?” Clyde asks. Knox raises his hand to his face, “Shh.”

He walks to the bar and praises the leftover sandwiches. “Thank you, God. Sandwiches. I’m fucking famished.” He bites into the bread with a growl.

This can not be happening. I was set on the fact that I would not have to see this asshole ever again. The memories flash so quickly. A day full of shopping. The 4 bottles of wine at the most expensive restaurant in Rome. Romantic walks down the streets. Long nights full of him showering me with endless pleasure.

Moe bursts in quickly, “He knocked all the fucking bikes over!” I roll my eyes going back to my book. I’d rather not be involved in whatever the hell he’s doing. I turn the page in my book trying to focus on the words cascading down the page but I can feel his eyes burning onto my frame. Clyde towers over him. “Now you got a big ass problem, bucko.”

Knox nods, mouth full, “No shit! First off, I’m going to need more than 3 sandwiches.”

“I wasn’t done talking.” Clyde cuts Knox off.

Knox glares at Clyde, meeting his gaze with power. “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, lad.” He pushes past Clyde and nears my chair. He stands next to me, looking down at me. I put my book down with a huff. Knox smiles, “What darlin’? Not a word for me? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” I stand up, bumping his arm as I walk past him.

Knox plops down in my seat, lounging back. “Aye, baby. Are you going to make me some more sandwiches or what?” I flip him off as I slam the door shut. “Stupid mother fucking Irish asshole.”

I tear my bathing suit off in a rush. Why the fuck has he come here? Something to do with my father no doubt. I step into the shower trying to calm my nerves, trying to burn out the heat that ignites in my core. He always had this effect on me. I can't help but remember the night.

I lay back on the couch, my dress hugged my body tightly. Knox saunters over with another glass of wine for me. “Mhh thank you,” I mumble out. He takes a seat next to me. I lay my legs over his thighs, beginning to look over his entire frame. He was big (no doubt everywhere). I run my foot over his crotch. He narrows his gaze at me. “Nah, lassie. That’s not in the cards for you.” He grabs my ankles putting my motions to a stop. I sigh before standing, rolling the wine into my glass. “I thought you were fun.” I lean down to my phone, putting some music on. I sway my hips, my back facing Knox. I down my glass of wine, turning around and arching my back on the wall. His eyes glued to my frame, his orbs burning into mine. I take a step forward, lowering the zipper of my dress with each step. I stand in front of him, zipper completely down, the dress hanging loosely. I lean down, my hands on his shoulders. “Still not in the cards? Even for me?” Knox chuckles, forcing his eye contact to the wall. “You father would have my ass, baby.”

I stand straight again. “Hm, that’s a shame.” I let the straps of the dress off my shoulders, it cascades down to the marble floor delicately. Only clad in my panties and expensive heels I turn away from him, leaving the dress at his feet.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles.

Before I know it I’m tossed onto the bed and Knox is kissing up my body and pampering my exposed breast with kisses and bites.

Soon his fingers pumping deliciously in and out of my heat. I arch up with a loud cry as an orgasm races through me. “There's a good girl."

I splash water onto my face. I can’t allow myself to get tangled in with him again. There’s nothing there but an empty promise. I know the bed will be cold by morning.

I step out of the shower and dry my body with the towel before hanging said towel up on the door. I bent over, flipping my head over to start drying my wet hair.

“I always did adore this side of you, love.”

I shoot up and turn around. “What the fuck!” I snatch my towel off the door and hold it up in front of me. “Get out!” He doesn’t. Instead, he walks closer causing me to back up until I hit the countertop. He places his arms on either side of me, making a chance for an easy escape difficult.

He bites his lip looking at my poorly hidden body. He catches the hem of the towel in his fingers. “Why don’t we catch up?” I look at him with wide eyes and anger boiling in my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Knox sucks in a breath. “Now listen, I know how it looked back then.” I scoff and push him away. He doesn’t fight me and allows me to pass. “Hate to see you go, but I love seeing you walk away, baby.” I enter my bedroom and with one last glance at Knox, I slam the door shut.

Ben walks into the back patio and sees Knox sitting in a tanning chair, eating a plate of sandwiches. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Knox nods, “Hey. I got a message for you. From your father.” He stands facing Ben.

Bem furrows his brow, “A message? My father? And what… What is this “message”?” Knox pops Ben in the nose quickly before tossing his arm over his shoulders. “You’re Ben, right? Jerry’s son?” He chuckles removing himself. Knox admires the house. He points to the pool shed. “This is where I’ll store my stuff. And that master bedroom up there is mine. Move your sister's shit in with mine. You can take her room.” Ben shakes his head, confusion clouds his mind. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Knox grabs a golf club. “Your dad says you’ve been fucking things up.” He turns to Ben, who backs away. “He asked me to lend a hand.”

Ben scoffs, “How would my father know? He’s in a prison, rotting in a cell.” “Don’t be silly. Your father has spies everywhere.”

“Well, you can tell my father…” Ben starts but gets cut off by his sister (y/n) coming out. “Where are you going?” She rolls her eyes. “Why do you care?” She takes a step and Ben grabs her arm. Knox straightens up, anger brewing within him. No one gets to touch her.

“Is it the road house? To see your little boyfriend?” (Y/n) rips his arm off, “Believe it or not but I’m actually likable unlike you.” She walks off. “Don’t go to that fucking bar, (y/n)!” She turns around with a smirk. “Or what?” Knox watches her such as predator watches their prey. Fire brewed within his chest at the thought of some other man touching her, touching what he had claimed.

Ben runs his fingers through his hair, frustration existing on his face. “She’s such a pain in my ass.” He turns back to Knox. “I don’t need your fuckin’ help. I have it all under control.”

“No, you don’t.” Knox swings the club, making Ben back away again. “Yes, I have people out there right now… cleaning up this final issue, and that’s all…” Knox ignored Ben’s confident plan. “So, where’s this bouncer asshole?”

I enter the road house and move to the corner expecting to see Dalton but to my surprise, he’s nowhere in sight. Laura slides my drink over. “He’s late.” I furrow my brow. “That’s a first.”

An hour later Dalton comes in looking a little disheveled. He sits beside me taking a breath. “Hey.” “Hey, what’s going on?” He shakes his head. “Had a little mix-up with the sheriff.” I cringe internally, “A mix-up?” My brothers doing. Laura leans over conserved. “What are we talkin’ about?”

A surprising guest speaks a few seats away. “Yeah, what are we talking about?” Ben walks over, taking the seat next to me. “Hey, sis. Thought I told you to stay home.” Ben averts his attention from me. “I’m curious to hear what you were gonna tell her, Dalton. I’m Ben Brandt. (Y/n)‘s brother.”

Dalton smirks, “Let me guess. It’s your turn now.” “My turn?” “You know, to threaten me. Tell me to get out of town. Like your buddy, Big Dick.” Ben chuckled. “No. No, I get the impression that you can’t be threatened.

I wish you could be, but… I’d even bribe you if I thought money would work.” Dalton nods, “Really? How much we talking?”

“Ben, can you just fuck off?” He turns to me, anger in his eyes. “(Y/n) doesn’t it make you curious what an outsider like him… thinks he’s doing here.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Ben. Nor do I care. Just get the fuck out of here.”

Ben ignores me again. “So, I guess my question is… Why? Right? It can’t be just some competitive thing, you…you’ve won the fight. You can back off now. But you… you don’t. You just keep… punching and punching and punching. So, why? Why don’t you just stop?” Dalton stays silent causing Ben to exit like a toddler, anger blowing from his ears.

Dalton raises a brow. “Your brother, huh?” “I like to think I’m adopted.” The door opens and Knox strolls in with the bikers behind him. I watch as Knox scans the room making eye contact with me.

Knox strolls around, picking at two separate tables. “Hey, fellas. Looks like you’re havin’ a smashing night!” He swings the golf club smashing every bottle and glass off their table. Knox successfully starts the bar fight and chaos consumes the entire building.

“Dalton! Dalton! Dalton!” Knox screams as he scans the room. I stand up and walk towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knox chuckled, lowering his head, our noses brushing. “A lot of shit. You wanna try to fix me?” His smirk grows.

“Dalton! Dalton!” On-demand, Dalton yells from the top of the steps. “What?” Knox looks over him as if inspecting. He tosses his head back. “This is the guy?” He asks me, I can see jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Leave him alone, Knox.”

He points to Dalton. “You know, I got sent here special. Just for you.” Dalton stays calm, taking a glance around the chaotic scene. “And you brought all your friends with you?” “I thought you might miss havin’ an audience. I was trying to be thoughtful. Like on pay-per-view. 25 quid. Watch me pulp your face!” Panic pumps through my veins. “You can’t fucking do this, Knox.”

Dalton stands a few feet away now. “You know this guy too?” Knox smirks and looks at me, waiting for my answer. “He’s my father’s employee.” Knox places his hand on his chest, acting like his feelings are damaged. “Aww come on, baby. Don’t be like that.“ He takes my chin between his fingers, his face inches from mine. “How do I know that you squeal when having your pussy eaten just, hm? Right here.” Knox sticks his hand down to my clothed crotch and pats my pelvic bone lightly. I gasp and move away from him. The act so bold in a public setting had my cheeks glowing red and a pool between my legs.

Dalton grabs Knox and shoves it away. “Don’t touch her, man.” Knox smiles at Dalton. “Nah, mate. You don’t get to touch her! SHE’S MINE!” Knox swings his club at Dalton hitting him in the stomach, before punching him and starting a brawl between the two.

I follow some of the bikers outside as they file out. “What the fuck was that?” I scream at Dell. “Stop it, (y/n). You know Brandt wants the road house.” I roll my eyes, “a shitty bar? For real?” I turn on my heel to walk back into the bar, but Knox catches my upper arm and pulls me to his car. “Let go of me, Knox.” He opened the passenger door and oh so helpfully assisted me in. “You and me. We’re going to have a little chit-chat.” He fumes. He’s angry. He flies off, tearing up gravel as he speeds out of the lot. He maneuvers through traffic, passing cars at high speed. “If you slow down we won’t live long enough to talk,” Knox smirks at me. “Ah baby, I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, truly.”

Knox drifts into a lonely dock and slams the door as he gets out. “Let’s go.” Knox strips his shirt and shoes. I step out and lean against the front of the car, the sand damp on my feet.

Knox shakes his finger at me. “This ain’t you. Where’d my girl go?” I glare at him, “Maybe she’s back in Rome where you ditched her two years ago.” Knox, only a couple feet away smiles again. “All that? Baby you know your father had me running around for him.” “You left me alone with no explanation. You dipped that morning and never spoke to me again.” Knox nods, “Yeah, I did. That’s what your father told me to do.” “Yeah, and you always do what he says huh? Like a dog.”

Knox drops his smile. “And what have you been doing? You used to listen like a good girl. Now look at ya. Fucking around with these assholes.”

“Better than you.”

Knox grabs my arm pulling me to him. “Aww, now I see it. You’ve not been fucked real good in a long time. That it?” I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He pauses for a moment before a dark smirk grows across his lips. “There’s my tiger.”

Fuck it. This is toxic as hell.

I wrap my arms around his broad body, attacking his mouth. He holds me up, holding our bodies as close as possible. Our tongues battling, the passion seeping from each other's mouths. The clawing and scratching of our hands. He kisses down my neck, running his tongue over my collarbones. The hot breeze sticks to the moist surface. He pushes me back onto the hood of the car. “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, but first…” he flips the hem of my dress over my thighs, and separates them. “I need to taste ya.”

He kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs. A drunken state unraveled within me. Knox pulls my panties down, taking a look at my private. He nestled between my thighs, "Such a pretty cunt. How did I ever let you out of my sight?" The praises leaving his mouth caused me to gasp. I am unable to speak, unable to ask if he wanted to do this out here, on the beach, given any surprise visitor. All I could do was moan and arch my back onto the cold surface of the car. My heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl.

His tongue brushed through my folds, collecting drops of the hot arousal. He moaned against my cunt, sucked on the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Knox," the call of his name made him chuckle against my skin. I had never known such pleasures besides him. I was already close to letting go, his mouth latching onto my clit, once again leaving me to arch her back off the hood. "Let go for me, darling."

With another breathy moan, I release, eyes rolling back into my head, fingernails about to claw stripes into the pain of the car. He lazily licked my slit for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Knox, fuck me please," I whined, looking into his eyes, pleading. He smiled and followed my order within seconds.

My legs lay wide open for him to enter and while his hands hold my waist tightly. He shoved himself up my pussy with such an ease.

"You feel perfect, angel. Nothing changed." he moaned, his moves quickened fast. Noises of skin slapping against skin filled the area. "So fucking good" Knox panted in between harsh thrusts. My lower body just perfectly crashed together with his. I was in heaven as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my end. "I'm gonna cum." | whimpered so quietly that he could barely hear it. “You're the only man who can make me feel this good,” I whined, I was all his.

His movements grew slower, and he heavily breathed into my face. “You’re mine, (y/n).” I was so close, my body was burning. I nod breathlessly, “I’m all yours.” Waves of an orgasm beautifully crashed in, and it was only a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Good girl." Knox panted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand wandered to my clit and circled it at a fast, pleasuring pace. That was it. I felt my orgasm finally coming in and I let out a loud moan. Knox growled into my neck and bit into my shoulder as he came right after me, releasing all of his warm cum inside me. He kept moaning and growling into my skin, both of us exhausted and in a blissful state. His body was limp on mine.

We laughed into each other's faces and after a moment of silence and just looked at each other. He moved over to his car, retrieving a blanket. “What are you doing?” I ask still lying in bliss. He spread the blanket on the sand. “A night under the stars. What do ya say, lass?” He picks me up and lays us down on the soft blanket. His hands went over my back, and it sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the world was perfect.

#conor mcgregor #ufc conor mcgregor #conor mcgregor x reader #road house #Knox road house #Knox x reader #roadhouse

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venuswwe · 9 days

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I’ve been rewatching Roadhouse obsessively and I hate to say it but I’m very much into Conor McGregor so…I wrote a Knox one shot💀

Warnings: English isn’t my first language. Also, like, semi-smut and swearing.

Enjoy.

Poke Chop - Knox, Roadhouse

Knox x fem!reader

"I hate this song."

Knox angrily gulps down his whisky as the juke box starts playing Poke Chop.

"I love that song", you say grinning.

He just grunts.

"One shot for my get on boy", you sing into his ear, your voice mixing with the song, and he pushes your face away.

You giggle as you empty your own glass and lean forward onto the bar to order you two more drinks.

Knox immediately pulls down your skirt a little.

He's very protective of you.

You two couldn't be more opposite, but maybe that's exactly the reason he's so obsessed with you.

You're as rational as he's impulsive, as controlled as he's insane. You balance him out. Stop him before he does too much damage.

"Whisky on ice, please. Twice", you order.

"Now", Knox adds. You smile as you reach behind you, planting your hand in his face.

"Ignore him", you tell the bartender.

Knox grabs your wrist, pulls you back, and you squeal a little from the sudden force working on your body.

You land on his lap, looking at him with an innocent smile.

"What?"

"Don't do that."

"What, this?", you ask, placing your hand on his face again, and he bites your thumb. Not hard, but enough to make you squirm and rip your hand away.

"Asshole", you say, but you can't get up to walk away, his grip on your hips is way too tight.

"Knox, let me go."

"Apologize."

"For what?!"

"Getting on me nerves!"

You roll your eyes.

"Sorry."

"Good girl."

He lets you slide off his lap, not without slapping your butt.

You roll your eyes again, but secretely you're a little flattered. You've worked hard for that ass.

"Come on", you say, "dance with me before the song's over."

"I'm not dancing to that fuckin' song."

You sigh dramatically, when someone says: "I'll dance with you. I'll even give you a coin for the jukebox. So you can play it again."

The guy talking to you is cute, so you shrug, take the hand he's offering you, and follow him.

You can practically feel Knox' stare penetrate your back, but that's what he gets for being a buzzkill.

You press a button on the juke box and the song starts again.

It doesn't take long, maybe a minute, before the guy comes closer, and so do you.

And then Knox is behind you, rips the guy away from you and grabs him by the collar.

"That's my girl you're dancing with."

He's close to crushing his throat, when you clear your throat and cross your arms.

"Knox!"

Your gaze would have killed him in an alternative universe and he slowly lets go of the guy.

"You don't own me", you tell him and he raises an eyebrow, head tilted, a grin spreading on his face.

Oh oh. Now you've awakened something in him. You've prodded the bull.

"Oh yeah?", he says, and then suddenly grabs you by the hips, throwing you over his shoulder as he makes his way towards the bathroom, making you squeal.

Now it's about marking his territory. You're his and only his to play with.

He locks the door behind you two and sits you down on the bathroom counter.

Before you can even begin to protest he already grabs your legs, pulling you forward towards the edge of the counter, making you fly against him.

He wraps your legs around him and before your brain can prepare itself he has already undone his belt and made his way in between your legs.

You gasp as you hold onto him, nails digging into the back of his neck and clinging onto the silk of his shirt.

He bites your neck and you groan.

"Fuck!"

That's gonna leave a mark for sure. Asshole. Your nails dig deeper and he grunts as he lets go of you, still keeping up his pace.

You don't have time to be mad at him, your brain seems close to shutting off, it's already getting hard to breathe and think clearly.

"Say it. Say you're mine", he demands.

He presses a hand against the wall, the other gripping your hip, you grab his arm, desperately trying to hold on to something, anything.

"I'm yours", you press out and he nods, licking his lips.

“Oh yeah. You are.”

His face comes close to your neck again, but this time not to bite you, just to be a little closer.

He often does that. It's one of the rare gentle gestures he has in his repertoire, so you place your free hand on the back of his neck as you feel his breath against your pulsating veins, making you shiver as his beard tickles your skin when he kisses your neck and you let out a hum.

His hand leaves your thigh and wanders under your skirt and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you gasp.

Your highs are so close together it feels like one, your body trembles as you grip onto him again, his movements finally slow down, and then he softly groans against your neck.

You let out a deep, shaky breath, letting a hand run through your hair.

"Holy fuck, Knox", you say breathlessly and he snickers as he removes himself from you entirely, your arms and legs dropping down, biting your lip in disappointment because of the sudden loss of contact.

"Don't ever say you're not mine again, ya hear me?", he says as he fixes his belt and you grin.

"Or what? You'll do that again?"

He leans onto the counter, his hands next to your legs, and comes a little closer.

"Maybe", he grins before placing his lips on yours. You snicker into the kiss and when he pulls back you wink at him, earning you another kiss.

You both know he loves this game just as much as you do. Maybe even more. Perhaps you're not so opposite after all.

He takes your hand to help you hop off the counter and you have to hold onto him for a moment as you stumble out of the bathroom with him.

He grins very satisfied as he wraps an arm around your waist.

"Next time you should maybe wear flat shoes, eh."

"Or you could carry me", you grumble, but you know he won't. He loves watching you have a hard time keeping it together afterwards.

But in the end he does pay for your drinks and then lifts you up to carry you to the car bridal style.

You wrap your arms around his neck, gently tickle his beard, and smile.

"You're cute."

"I know", he just says, before he lets you down next to the car.

"I'm driving. You can't be trusted behind a wheel", you say and he shrugs, tossing you the keys, but not high enough for you to catch it and you give him a death stare as they land on the ground.

"What'd you do that for?"

"I just wanted to see you bend over one more time", he grins and you give him the finger before you pick the keys up and throw them back at him.

"That's it, you're driving. Maybe you'll finally kill me and I won't have to see you anymore."

He just laughs as he gets into the car.

You curl up in the passenger seat. Slowly but surely you're getting tired and close your eyes.

He turns on the car radio.

"You gotta be fookin' kidding me", he says, his irish accent even heavier than usually.

You giggle as you recognize the song.

Poke chop.

He groans but he doesn't turn it off.

You raise a brow.

"What, that's it? No smashing the radio? You won't even turn it off?"

"You like it", he shrugs and you stay silent for a second, too surprised to say anything. Instead you reach out and gently tickled his beard.

"Love you, too", you say and you can absolutely see the hint of a smile on his face.

" 'Know you do."

"We both make it pretty obvious", you just say.

He doesn't have to say it, you know. It's not like he never does, just when he wants to. When he feels you earned it.

Instead, Knox takes your hand and pulls your knuckles to his lips before resting both your hands on his thigh and you close your eyes again.

#roadhouse #roadhousemovie #jake gyllenhaal #the notorious conor mcgregor #conor mcgregor #knox #road house #movie #fanfiction #one shot

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ash5monster01 · 12 days

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Dead Poets Society and what their favorite 80s movies would be

including my reasons for why :))

Neil Perry / Indiana Jones

Neil would watch this movie and all he would take away from it was another cool teacher that not only knows his shit but goes on awesome adventures and he’d dream of being him

Todd Anderson / Gremlins

Todd would not only relate to the uniqueness of the main character but he too would also be the only person capable of befriending a random animal while also unintentionally starting a rabid attack against his town

Charlie Dalton / Roadhouse

Charlie would WORSHIP Patrick Swayze, literally kiss the ground he walked on. Not only that but he would adore his tough and take no shit personality and dream of getting to hit people and not get in trouble for it

Knox Overstreet / Can’t Buy Me Love

Knox ever the romantic would look at poor dorky Ronald who is falling over his feet to help a girl he barely knows and relate to the character completely. He doesn’t care if it’s a chick flick, he watches it any chance he gets

Steven Meeks / Weird Science

a movie about two super smart guys scientifically creating their dream women from a barbie doll. He’d grab Pitts and go ‘when do we start?’ (side note a Meeks and Pitts Weird Science AU, obsessed already)

Richard Cameron / Top Gun

You cannot convince me otherwise that Cameron would be a war buff. History through and through and respect to any form of service a man can do. He would watch Top Gun and wish that was him. He would also partake in war reenactments but that’s a whole other story.

Gerard Pitts / Footloose

This man wants to dance and Ren Mccormick would be his idol. Pitts also dreams of being the sole hero to bring music and dance back to his small town and bagging the prettiest girl in school.

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #richard cameron #gerard pitts #dps #dead poets #dead poets society headcanons #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dps boys #dps fandom #dead poets society fandom #dead poets fandom #headcannons #80s movies

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countdowntotwinpeaks · 4 months

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Audrey Horne & Pete Martell

Laura Palmer & Teresa Banks

Laura Palmer & Norma Jennings

Norma Jennings & Annie Blackburn

Audrey Horne & Laura Palmer

Margaret Lanterman & The Log

Laura Palmer & Bobby Briggs

Albert Rosenfield & Dale Cooper

Dale Cooper & Diane Evans

Lucy Moran & Phillip Jeffries

Diane Evans & Laura Palmer

Lil the Dancer & Audrey Horne

American Girl & Señorita Dido

Wally Brando & Harry Truman

Harry Truman & Frank Truman

Señorita Dido & Dale Cooper & Laura Palmer

Laura Palmer & Donna Hayward & James Hurley & Audrey Horne & Bobby Briggs

Harry Truman & Wally Brando & Lucy Moran & Andy Brennan

Laura Palmer & Donna Hayward & Shelly Johnson & Ronette Pulaski

Becky Burnett & Shelly Johnson & Bobby Briggs

Laura Palmer & Teresa Banks & Ronette Pulaski

Donna Hayward & Gersten Hayward & Harriet Hayward

Albert Rosenfield & Dale Cooper & Harry Truman

Bobby Briggs & the Bookhouse Boys

Blue Rose Team & Constance Talbot

the Roadhouse MC & Black Lodge spirits

Laura Palmer/Donna Hayward

Denise Bryson/Dale Cooper

Albert Rosenfield/Dale Cooper

Bobby Briggs/Audrey Horne

Bobby Briggs/Shelly Johnson

Bobby Briggs/Laura Palmer

Janey-E Jones/Dougie Jones

Diane Shapiro/Tommy "Hawk" Hill

Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Harry Truman/Albert Rosenfield

Maddie Ferguson/Donna Hayward

Chantal Hutchens/Gary "Hutch" Hutchens

Laura Palmer/Donna Hayward

Laura Palmer/Ronette Pulaski

Shelly Johnson/Laura Palmer

Annie Blackburn/Laura Palmer

Margaret Lanterman/Samson Lanterman

Tammy Preston/Cynthia Knox

Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman

Albert Rosenfield/Dale Cooper/Diane Evans

Harry Truman/Dale Cooper/Josie Packard

Josie Packard & Harry Truman/Dale Cooper

Laura Palmer/Ronette Pulaski & Teresa Banks

Albert Rosenfield & Herbert West (Re-Animator)

Laura Palmer & Jeffrey Beaumont (Blue Velvet)

Dale Cooper & Fox Mulder (The X-Files)/Dana Scully (The X-Files)

Diane Evans & Klaasje Amandou (Disco Elysium)

Dale Cooper & Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Wally Brando & Noid (Disco Elysium)

If you see any duplicates please let me know!

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Get Ready to Rumble: Road House Remake Bounces onto Prime Video in March!

Calling all Swayze fans and fight aficionados! The highly anticipated Road House remake finally has a release date: March 21st, exclusively on Prime Video.

No need to hit the theaters for this one, grab your popcorn and settle in for some brawls from the comfort of your couch.

This modern take on the 80s classic swaps Patrick Swayze for Jake Gyllenhaal as Dalton, an ex-UFC fighter who trades the octagon for a bouncer gig at a Florida Keys roadhouse.

Sounds idyllic, right?

Think again. Paradise soon turns gritty as Dalton uncovers the joint's shady underbelly.

Enter Conor McGregor, making his major film debut as Knox, Dalton's nemesis.

Sparks are guaranteed to fly (and heads might roll) in their inevitable showdown.

Speaking of flying sparks, Gyllenhaal actually filmed some scenes at a real UFC event, getting the crowd pumped with a choreographed fight against veteran Jay Hieron.

Talk about immersive!

Here's what you can expect:

Release date: March 21st, 2024 (exclusively on Prime Video)

Stars: Jake Gyllenhaal, Conor McGregor

Director: Doug Liman

Runtime: 1 hour and 54 minutes

Synopsis: An ex-UFC fighter becomes a bouncer in paradise, only to discover trouble brewing beneath the surface.

We've got a first look at the poster too, check it out!

Get ready for an adrenaline-fueled trip down memory lane (with a modern twist) when Road House throws open its doors on March 21st.

Will it live up to the original?

Only one way to find out!

#Road House Remake #road house #amazon prime #March 21st #srkshaju #Hollywood movie 2024 #srkshazu #hollywood movie #latest updates #latest release #latest movies #upcoming movies #jake gyllenhaal #conor mcgregor #doug liman

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Who I write for

I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen 🖊️

requests - open

Actors

Rob Lowe

Ralph Macchio

C. Thomas Howell

Patrick Swayze

Tom Cruise

Matt Dillon

Emilio Estevez

Sean Astin

Corey Feldman

Josh Brolin

Corey Haim

River Phoenix

Micheal J. Fox

Andrew Mccarthy

John Cusack

Anthony Micheal Hall

Kevin Bacon

Wil Wheaton

William Zabka

Matthew Broderick

Christian Slater

Judd Nelson

Characters:

Sodapop Curtis (The Outsiders)

Billy Hicks (St. Elmo’s Fire)

Johnny Cade (The Outsiders)

Daniel Larusso (Karate Kid)

Ponyboy Curtis (The Outsiders)

Darryl Curtis (The Outsiders)

Johnny Castle (Dirty Dancing)

John Dalton (Roadhouse)

Steve Randle (The Outsiders)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Top Gun)

Dallas Winston (The Outsiders)

Two Bit Matthews (The Outsiders)

Kirby Keger (St. Elmo’s Fire)

Andrew Clark (Breakfast Club)

Mikey Walsh (The Goonies)

Billy Tepper (Toy Soldiers)

Clark ‘Mouth’ Devereaux (The Goonies)

Brand Walsh (The Goonies)

Les Anderson (License to Drive)

Chris Chambers (Stand By Me)

Marty McFly (Back To The Future)

Scott Howard (Teen Wolf)

Larry Wilson (Weekend at Bernie’s)

Kevin Dolenz (St. Elmo’s Fire)

Johnathon’s Switcher (Mannequin)

Blane McDonagh (Pretty in Pink)

Lloyd Dobler (Say Anything)

Lane Meyer (Better Off Dead)

Brian Johnson (Breakfast Club)

Ted Farmer (16 Candles)

Gary Wallace (Weird Science)

Ren McCormack (Footloose)

Willard Hewitt (Footloose)

Gordie Lachance (Stand By Me)

Joey Trotta (Toy Soldiers)

Johnny Lawerence (Karate Kid)

Ferris Bueller (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off)

John Bender (Breakfast Club)

Alex Newbury (St. Elmo’s Fire)

Indian Jones (Indiana Jones Franchise)

Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society)

Charlie Dalton (Dead Poets Society)

Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society)

Knox Overstreet (Dead Poets Society)

Benny ‘The Jet’ Rodriguez (Sandlot)

I’m sure there is more so if someone isn’t on this list, just request it, and I’ll let you know ♡

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Road House Review: An Entertaining Albeit Flawed Reimagining

Doug Liman's reimagining of the cult classic action film Road House ambitiously attempts to infuse modern sensibilities into a nearly three-decade-old narrative. Leveraging the magnetic charm of Jake Gyllenhaal and tapping into the current appeal of UFC with Conor McGregor’s feature film debut, this rendition walks a fine line between homage and reinvention. While it showcases a potent mix of visceral combat and character-driven drama, not all aspects land with the finesse perhaps intended, rendering the final product a somewhat uneven but entertaining watch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0ZsLudtfjI Road House situates itself in the sultry backdrop of the Florida Keys, a departure from the more landlocked locale of its predecessor. Gyllenhaal stars as Elwood Dalton, a former UFC middleweight fighter with a haunted past, seeking solace and anonymity as a bouncer at a local roadhouse. The choice of setting lends the film a distinctive, almost languid atmosphere that contrasts sharply with the explosive violence that unfolds. This choice, while intriguing, sometimes clashes with the narrative’s demand for gritty realism, offering an initial hint of the film's sporadic tonal inconsistencies. Conor McGregor's cinematic outing as Knox, a character seemingly crafted to parallel his real-life bravado and fighting prowess, adds a layer of meta-textual enjoyment. McGregor’s performance, while occasionally stiff, displays surprising moments of depth, particularly in quieter, more introspective scenes opposite Gyllenhaal. The dynamic between Elwood and Knox provides much of the film’s emotional and physical conflict, with McGregor’s debut offering a commendable, if somewhat unpolished, contribution to the film’s ensemble. Daniela Melchior's Ellie brings a necessary and refreshing depth to the otherwise male-dominated narrative. Melchior's portrayal, brimming with resilience and complexity, stands out as one of the film's more grounded elements. Her interactions with Gyllenhaal’s Elwood offer a compelling exploration of trauma, redemption, and connection. But, the film sometimes underserves their relationship, missing opportunities to delve deeper. Directed by Liman with his characteristic kinetic energy, the action sequences are undoubtedly Road House's highlight. These moments combine the rawness of the original film with modern techniques and a sharper aesthetic. Particularly commendable is a tightly shot, claustrophobic confrontation in the confines of the roadhouse. It serves as a testament to Liman's ability to balance chaos with coherence. However, where the film begins to falter is in its screenplay. Written by Anthony Bagarozzi and Chuck Mondry, the script ambitiously weaves themes of redemption, community, and corruption. But, it occasionally succumbs to cliches and underdeveloped plotlines. The Florida Keys are underexplored, leaving its potential untapped. Gyllenhaal gives a compelling performance but his character's journey feels incomplete. The film rushes through pivotal moments of growth and introspection. It sacrifices character development for action, which, while exhilarating, leaves the narrative feeling slightly hollow at its core. The film’s visual and auditory aspects deserve mention. Cinematography by Henry Braham captures the steamy, unpredictable essence of the Florida Keys. Meanwhile, the soundtrack, a blend of modern tracks and nostalgic nods, effectively underscores the film’s multifaceted tone. Yet, these technical strengths can only do so much to elevate a narrative that struggles with pacing and depth. Joel Silver’s production expertise ensures that the film never veers too far into the implausible. His touch is evident in the film's sleek production values and the seamless integration of action and narrative. Yet, even his seasoned oversight can’t entirely mask the film's uneven pacing and occasionally disjointed storytelling. In conclusion, Doug Liman’s Road House stands as a curious experiment in genre reinvention. It boasts impressive action sequences, a compelling cast, and moments of genuine emotional resonance. Jake Gyllenhaal and Daniela Melchior, in particular, deliver performances that elevate the material. Conor McGregor’s debut also adds an interesting, albeit unpolished, dynamic. The film’s atmospheric setting and technical prowess are highlights, even as the narrative struggles with depth and coherence. Road House walks a tightrope between honoring its source material and carving out a new identity. While it doesn’t always succeed, its moments of brilliance make it a worthwhile watch for fans of the genre. Read the full article

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Sounds of the Season: 2018 Holiday Concerts

For most of us the holidays are magical because they are so musical. Buffalo offers music lovers ample opportunity to experience the sounds of the season live and in person in the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas and this year is no exception. There’s an impressive line-up of rock, jazz, classical and choral concerts that should keep you in the holiday spirit all the year through.

1. Holiday Live at Larkin (Nov. 30) – Come for Buffalo’s fleet of food trucks at Buffalo’s Larkin Square, stay for the holiday tunes. larkinsquare.com

2. Vocalis (Nov. 30, St. Peter & Paul Church, Williamsville; Dec. 1, Karpeles Manuscript Museum, Buffalo) – Breathtakingly beautiful acapella arrangements of choral classics, overlooked repertoire and holiday standards. vocalischamberchoir.org

3. “The Nutcracker” performed by American Academy of Ballet at the University at Buffalo’s Center for the Arts (Dec. 1) – This perennial family favorite makes a return visit to UB. ubcfa.org

Holiday Live at Larkin – Photo courtesy of Larkin Square

4. Ed Croft’s Tidings of Comfort and Jazz (Dec. 1, Kenan Center, Lockport) – JazzBuffalo winner for Best Acoustic Bass Ed Croft brings an all-star trio to perform an evening of seasonal music to Lockport’s lovely Kenan Center. kenancenter.org

5. “All is Calm All is Bright” presented by the Buffalo Choral Arts Society (Dec. 2, St. Joseph’s Cathedral, Buffalo; Dec. 8, Saints Peter and Paul RC Church, Hamburg) – This community choir presents its annual Christmas concerts at churches throughout the region. buffalochoralarts.org

6. Buffalo Gay Men’s Chorus (Dec. 1, Westminster Presbyterian Church, Buffalo; Dec. 8, Unitarian Universalist Church, Buffalo; Dec. 9, North Presbyterian Church, Williamsville) – This much-loved choral group brings its good cheer to three beautiful churches. buffalogaymenschorus.com

7. Silent Night (Dec. 2, Rockwell Hall, Buffalo State College, Buffalo) – Buffalo Opera Unlimited performs the Pulitzer Prize-winning opera. buffalostatepac.org

East Aurora Carolcade – Photo courtesy of the EA Chamber of Commerce

8. A John Waters Christmas (Dec. 7, Asbury Hall, Buffalo) – Who knows what’s in store when the legendary filmmaker, raconteur and author brings his twisted take on the holidays to Buffalo’s Babeville? babevillebuffalo.com

9. BPO Classical Christmas (Dec. 7-8, Kleinhans Music Hall, Buffalo) – The Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra and the Philharmonic Chorus treat listeners to an array of holiday favorites in the incomparable surroundings of Kleinhans Music Hall. bpo.org

10. “Christmas by Candlelight” presented by the Harmonia Chamber Singers (Dec. 15, St. Joseph University Church, Buffalo; Dec. 16, St. Peter and Paul RC Church, Williamsville) – Another opportunity to sample Buffalo’s wealth of acapella talent. harmoniacs.org

11. A Charlie Brown Christmas with Ed Croft (Dec. 8, Pausa Art House, Buffalo) – The jazz Christmas classic by the Vince Guaraldi Trio will be brought to life in the cozy confines of Allentown’s Pausa Art House. pausaarthouse.com

12. Frankie Scinta’s Holiday Show (Dec. 8, University at Buffalo Center for the Arts, Amherst) – The Las Vegas legend takes listeners on a memorable holiday journey. ubcfa.org

13. Bill Kirchen & Too Much Fun Honky Tonk Holiday Show (Dec. 9, Sportsmen’s Tavern, Buffalo) – Bill Kirchen cut his considerable chops with Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen back in the day and is still on the road bringing the twang ‘n’ roll to roadhouses like the Sportsmen’s. sportsmensbuffalo.com

Classical Christmas – Photo courtesy of Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra

14. Jingle Bell Jazz with the Buffalo Dolls and Ladies First Jazz Big Band (Dec. 9, Tralf Music Hall, Buffalo) – An afternoon of jazz-inspired holiday classics. tralfmusichall.com

15. BPO Jingle Bell Jam (Dec. 9, Kleinhans Music Hall, Buffalo) – The BPO’s annual kids’ concert ends on a very high note with milk and cookies and an appearance by Santa Claus. bpo.org

16. Albright-Knox Tree Lighting and Concert (Dec. 2, Albright-Knox Auditorium, Buffalo) – Another Buffalo holiday classic: the lighting of the Albright’s spectacular Christmas tree accompanied by seasonal sounds. albrightknox.org

17. John Morris Russell’s Holiday Pops (Dec. 13-16, Kleinhans Music Hall, Buffalo) – John Morris Russell, the BPO’s Pops Conductor, leads this stellar ensemble in an always entertaining celebration of holiday standards. bpo.org

“The Nutcracker” – Photo courtesy of American Academy of Ballet

18. East Aurora Carolcade (Dec. 15, Main Street, East Aurora) – For the past 46 years, the people of East Aurora have been gathering in front of Vidler’s 5&10 to sing the season in. Bob Cratchit and George Bailey would be right at home among this friendly crowd of well-wishers. eanycc.com

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Dalton: how’s the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Ellie: oh I don’t know, how are-

Knox from the corner for the room: I’m great, thanks

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE October 4, 2018 Contact: Robert Terrell, Director of Operations 662-887-9539 ext. 222 [email protected] CAROL BOSS’ EXPRESSIONS OF THE BLUES PAINTINGS EXHIBITED AT B.B. KING MUSEUM OCTOBER 11-DECEMBER 31 (INDIANOLA, MS - October 4, 2018) Successful photo retoucher and former Busch Creative and Zipatoni graphic artist Carol Boss will exhibit her Expressions on the Blues portraits on tin tile at the B.B. King Museum and Delta Interpretive Center October 11 through December 31. An opening reception will be held at the Museum on October 11 starting at 6 p.m. Expressions of the Blues is a collection of painted portraits of Blues, R&B, Soul and Gospel musicians whose music and stories inspired Carol from performances, which allowed her to photograph, then recreate, in her paintings. It includes figures like Aretha Franklin, B.B. King, Bessie Smith, Marquise Knox and more. Carol admits that she was lucky to share conversations, friendships and a common love for the Blues with many of these artists. She explains, “I want the audience to really get the feel of the artist in the piece through the brush strokes, color, expressions in their eyes and on their faces.” These portraits are painted in an expressionistic style with acrylic and gel mediums on antique ceiling tiles. Antiqued bronze dust is rubbed onto the portraits and then sealed with a varnish to add a historic depth to the paintings. Each tile is encased in a wooden frame to represent the era of the tile. Carol was influenced by Toulouse-Lautrec and Van Gogh’s vibrant use of color and harsh brush strokes. Her painting style is typically realistic in shape with bright accents of color, and her paintings often tell a story. Her most recent works focus on hope in the Blues. She is known for several larger painting projects such as the musician wall mural at Highway 61 Roadhouse and Kitchen in Webster Groves, Missouri, as well as Big George Brock’s Blues Bus. Carol was born and raised in a small town in south-central Missouri and has been a St. Louis resident since 1995. Before becoming a full-time visual artist in the fall of 2016, Carol was a successful digital illustrator and photogr (at B.B. King Museum and Delta Interpretive Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/Boue8_bnea-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ct86h4fjvviw

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Subscribe to A Twin Peaks Podcast: A Podcast About Twin Peaks – on iTunes, Stitcher, or wherever you get your podcasts – to unwrap the mysteries in EW’s after-show every Monday during the Showtime revival.

“Who’s Dale Cooper? Who’s Laura Palmer?” Beverly Paige might live in Twin Peaks, but somehow she’s never heard of the two most famous characters in the Twin Peaks mythology. For anyone frustrated with the Dougie-centric pace of the last few episodes, Part 7 must have felt like a return to some extremely relative form of “normalcy.” We saw some more familiar faces, experienced serious momentum in this season’s various mysteries, and even received a full mid-episode recap of the season 2 finale (thanks Hawk!) My podcasting buddy Jeff Jensen’s full recap will be live in the morning, but for now, here’s the key points from Part 7.

Laura Palmer’s Diary Strikes Again! Like me and every other dimestore Peaks scholar had theorized, Hawk discovered a few missing pages of Laura Palmer’s diary. Those pages contained a message familiar to anyone who has seen Fire Walk With Me: “The good Dale is in the lodge and can’t leave.” Sheriff Truman continued Hawk’s investigation by speaking to the two men who saw Dale Cooper after he left the Black Lodge. One man was unavailable – and given Sheriff Frank’s dark response to his phone call with brother Harry, we can assume our beloved original Sheriff Truman’s health problems have only gotten worse.

So Sheriff F. Truman called the other man who met the Bad Dale: Doc Hayward, played via Skype by the late Warren Frost (to whom this episode was dedicated.) Doc Hayward told an eerie story from that night long ago. Dirty Cooper was last seen leaving the hospital…apparently after visiting a comatose Audrey Horne.

The Bad Dale and the Good Diane. What did Dirty Cooper do to Audrey? The possibilities are horrific. We checked in on Dale’s dark doppelganger, who received a visit from an old friend. It’s clear that Diane didn’t want to see Dale, but Gordon Cole convinced her to take a plane flight to Yankton. On that flight, we received photographic evidence that Dirty Cooper spent at least part of the last 25 years living like a bad guy from the early Fast & Furious movies.

Face to face with Dirty Cooper, hard-edged Diane appeared horrified. She asked him if he remembered their last meeting – at Diane’s house. Diane saw something terrifying in this man, who remained eerily still throughout their conversation. “That is not the Dale Cooper I knew,” Diane assured Gordon.

Something to ponder: Was Diane visited by Dirty Cooper? Or: Was this “last meeting” something that took place between Diane and Dale before he went to Twin Peaks? (Probably not) (Who knows) (I bet Jensen knows) (We’ll discuss it in the podcast this week!)

Gordon told Warden Murphy to keep The Man Who Isn’t Dale locked up. But Dirty Cooper knows all about Mr. Strawberry and some other old skulduggery perpetrated by the Warden. By episode’s end, Dirty Cooper was free, with his accomplice Ray, driving into the night.

You’ve Lost Your Head, Major! Lieutenant Knox arrived in Buckhorn to help our beloved Buckhorn PD with what we have to assume is the single weirdest crime they have ever investigated. Knox was stunned to discover that Major Briggs’ fingerprints came from Major Briggs himself. Alas, that is Garland Briggs’ headless body – a body that is eerily unaged in the last quarter-century. Did Major Briggs spend some time in some far-flung dimension outside time? Did Dirty Cooper have his body on deep freeze this whole time? And who was that strange charred figure, last seen in a Buchorn prison cell, now walking the halls of the police department?

This is all too depressing to ponder. Alas, Poor Major! Here’s a picture of the greatest character in TV history on some unknown throne in some Edenic shadow of a galaxy beyond galaxies.

The Reborn Identity. The police visited Dougie, scaring away his crooked colleague Anthony. (The three policemen were all members of the same family, apparently. They were the Fusco Brothers? Which is also a comic strip? Question mark?) Fortunately, Dougie was flanked by Janey-E and Bushnell Mullins, and he withstood the cops’ questioning. The Joneses were setting off back home, when they were attacked by assassin Ike. Dougie/Dale went full Jason Bourne, recalling long-lost FBI-guy moves. (He was helped by a little talking tree – maybe the Arm, maybe the Arm’s doppelganger.)

Meanwhile, Back At Twin Peaks… Ben Horne and Beverly tried to find the source of a strange humming that has filled the walls of the Great Northern. Maybe that humming has something to do with a recently-arrived key from back when hotels still had keys: Room 315, where Agent Cooper was shot long ago. (Or maybe it’s poor Josie Packard, still trapped somewhere in the wood.) Ben and Beverly seemed on the edge of flirting – a fact that would certainly make Beverly’s ill husband Tom feel even sadder than he already does.

Meanwhile, at the Roadhouse, the Renault family’s history of northwest criminality continues. Jean Michel received a phone call about a couple fifteen year old straight A students, apparently employed in the world’s oldest profession.

And Deputy Andy investigated a local man, who had a very familiar-looking truck. Andy had questions about the truck, but the man begged him to meet later – at 4:30. (“Remember,” the Giant said way back in Part 1, “Four Three Zero.”) Later, Andy hung out nearby Sparkwood and 21, a location with momentous history in Twin Peaks. The man didn’t arrive — we saw his door, open. But also, the biggest mystery of the episode: ANDY HAS A ROLEX????

MVP of the Week: Sheriff Frank Truman’s computer.

MAKE SURE TO CHECK BACK TOMORROW FOR JEFF JENSEN’S FULL RECAP OF PART 7. AND SUBSCRIBE TO A TWIN PEAKS PODCAST: A PODCAST ABOUT TWIN PEAKS FOR MORE OF EW’S TWIN PEAKSCOVERAGE!

19 June 2017 | 2:00 am

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Source : Entertainment Weekly

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