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mattykelevra · 11 months

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Tom Hardy as Forrest Bondurant in Lawless

#tom hardy #Lawless movie #the Wettest County in the world #Moonshiner #Moonshine

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mlmxreader · 9 months

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First Time For Everything | Forrest Bondurant x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Forrest Bondurant Hey!! Hope everything's going as well as it can 🖤. May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Forrest Bondurant X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Just fucking leave it, alright?!"+"Tell him, tell him that I-" Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: there's a first time for everything, even if it's just a little thing.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

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When Forrest first met you, you were little more than a brawler; mouthing off to everyone who so much as looked at you in a way you didn't like, always the first to throw a punch. You challenged him, more often than not, and although he trusted you when it came to business, you were better off as an enforcer than anything else.

You didn't work well with others, except Forrest; he knew what you were like, and although he could be brutal when he needed to be, he preferred to do things without violence. You were just added muscle for him in case he needed it. But then, the two of you were rather inseparable. You slept in the same bed, got out of bed at the same time and refused to move if the other was still asleep, you ate together, you bathed together.

You did almost everything together. But while you would sit nearby and read a book, some stupid dime novel more often than not, he would be sitting nearby drinking and figuring out what was happening the next day.

You liked moments like that, and although Forrest never said anything, he did, too. Today was a quiet day, thankfully, light grey clouded skies and soft rains, a chilly wind; Forrest gave you one of his cardigans when he noticed that you were getting a bit nippy.

But more than anything, you were both just lounging around for the day; it wasn't often that things were quiet, it wasn't often that there wasn't something going on that required hours of work. You were glad of it, really. It was nice to be able to just lounge around with Forrest, knowing that he didn't expect you to talk and finding solace in the easy quiet that settled in the room.

You felt like you could actually breathe when Forrest was around, especially if he was in your line of sight.

But he looked at you differently today, and you weren't exactly sure as to why; it was the type of hungry, desperate gaze that you had seen men give women at local pubs, but you knew that Forrest would never think about you that way. You were sure of it.

But tried as you did, you couldn't help but to look at him from the corner of your eye every now and then, chewing at the inside of your lip as you hummed and shook your head.

"Something on your mind?"

You nearly flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, pulling you violently from your thoughts just as they were about to start straying down a path that you were less than keen on going down. "Not really, just… thinking."

"Uh-huh." He didn't seem convinced or satisfied with your answer in the slightest. "Thinking."

You sighed heavily, getting up from your chair and clearing your throat, unsure of why your legs were shaking and why your heart was pounding in your chest when you caught his gaze. "I'm gonna, uh, I'm gonna go get some firewood. Meant to be cold later."

Forrest raised a brow, huffing as he put down his papers and stood up, careful as he followed you; he could see the tremble of your hands as you opened the door, the slight uneasy steps that you were taking as you went down the back. For a moment, he wondered if you had caught onto him, but he was sure that he had been careful and quiet enough that you wouldn't have.

It wasn't that he didn't want you to know how he felt, and nor was it that he thought it would be a bad idea to get involved with you that way; but nobody knew the risks of his business better than Forrest. Nobody knew the unsafety that came with being around him. Sure, you could handle yourself - but what if you were caught off guard?

What if you were outnumbered and outgunned? What if someone chose the right spot, at the right place and time to pull the pin?

He paused in his tracks, sitting on the floor as he looked up at the sky for a moment.

"You gonna tell me?"

"Just fucking leave it, alright?!" You snapped.

Anyone else would have run off scared, knowing your temper all too well; how you were a loaded gun, and all they had to do was give the wrong look, say the wrong word, and the trigger would be pulled. But not Forrest. He just looked at you, trying to hide the concern in his eyes as he chewed at the inside of his lip.

"Easy."

You sighed, dropping to your knees next to the axe, your hands still resting on the handle as you shook your head. "Forrest, I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Keep pretending like I haven't noticed," you huffed. "And like I don't… like I don't know what that look is, but you… you'd never fucking want me like that."

Slowly, he started moving closer, stopping when you glared at him until you allowed him to sit right in front of you, a small smile on his lips as he grunted softly and nodded.

"Go away," you whispered. "Get out of my face, Forrest. Please. Just… tell Howard, tell him, tell him that I-"

Gently, Forrest grabbed your face in his rough and calloused hands, forcing you to look at him. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He couldn't help but to smile a little, kissing you softly and gently; a man capable of greater violence than you could be, so tender and so careful with you even though he knew you so fucking well. He worried about your safety, but he knew that he could keep you safe.

He pulled away, features clearly pink as he cleared his throat. "Partners?"

You leaned back, sighing. "So… I was wrong."

Forrest nodded.

"First time for everything," you joked quietly. "Forrest… why didn't you tell me?"

"I worried."

"You still worried?" You asked quietly.

He nodded.

"Don't be," you murmured. "I can look after myself, and you… you can help."

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90smovies · 1 month

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#Hercules and Xena The Animated Movie The Battle for Mount Olympus #Hercules and Xena #The Battle for Mount Olympus #Lynne Naylor #John Loy #Kevin Sorbo #Lucy Lawless #90s

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cvasquez · 1 year

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My favorite Evil Dead Antagonists 1. The Kandarian Demon 2. Ruby Knowby 3. Bad Ash 4. Baal 5. Henrietta Knowby 6. Ellie 7. Cheryl Williams 8. Kandar The Destroyer 9. Eligos 10. Doctor Vladimir Reinhard 11. Linda 12. Abomination (The Taker of Souls)

#The Evil Dead #Evil Dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash vs evil dead #Evil Dead Rise #ruby knowby #lucy lawless #bad ash #ash williams #alyssa sutherland #evil dead ellie #sam raimi #Horror Movies #horror #evil dead regeneration

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cpt-indigo · 8 months

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recently played and i kinda became obsessed w everyone (esp seven 😔) the ex bffs -> enemies -> realized crush pipeline

(side note remi’s band name is palin and fans are paladins :) )

excited to follow the rest of @infamous-if !

#myart #myocs #infamous if #seven lawless #artist on tumblr #procreate #original character #name inspired by hit movie ratatouille !#also palin has a pop rock/punk rock inspired sound.. my main inspirations were rina sawayama and haley williams for her <3 #another baby girl to add to my collection <3 #also if u read the tags i’m always open to more if recs !!

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cinemaworm · 10 months

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Ash smoking in the Delta

Ash vs Evil Dead Season 3 / dir. Sam Raimi

whyyy did they have to cancel this show 😭

#movie scenes #films #films on tumblr #my gifs #horror edits #evil dead #horror #ash williams #bruce campbell #sam raimi #horror movies #horror scenes #ray santiago #lucy lawless #dana delorenzo #the evil dead

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 10 months

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People are worried about the strikes postponing upcoming films/television shows, however there are so many amazing ones already out there that you probably haven't seen yet.

So, everyone reblog this with some great underrated recommendations already out there that others should check out!

#off the top of my head...#tv shows #galavant #travelers #killjoys #movies #the losers #lawless #the brothers bloom #writer's strike #actor's strike #sag #sag strike #sag solidarity #wga #wga strike #wga solidarity

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alimmansour222 · 2 months

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👀xena warrior😍 princess 🩷🩵

lucy lawless 🫰

new zealand actres

#hollywood #movie star #xena warrior princess #lucy lawless #new zealand actres

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lovecatnip · 7 months

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Ash vs Evil Dead

Season Two

2016

#Ash vs Evil Dead Season Two #horror movies #bruce campbell #elle sandweiss #ray santiago #dana delorenzo #ted raimi #pepi sonuga #lucy lawless

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esqueletosgays · 7 months

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BOOGEYMAN (2005)

Director: Stephen Kay Cinematography: Bobby Bukowski

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omercifulheaves · 11 months

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The Spine of Night (2021) The rotoscoped animation is pretty low budget but man, the dark fantasy vibes are off the charts. If you're a fan of stuff like Heavy Metal or Fire and Ice, you'll probably dig this. On Shudder.

#movies #posters #animation #dark fantasy #the spine of night #shudder #lucy lawless #richard e. grant #patton oswalt #philip gelatt #morgan galen king

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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Fire | Forrest Bonduraunt x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Forrest Bondurant Hey 🖤!! May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Forrest Bondurant X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “What? He had it coming” (Someone talking shit about our mans and reader is like, no you don't??)

summary: he had it coming, you're not to blame and Forrest knows that.

tws: violence, blood, swearing

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Forrest was more than used to people talking about him, insulting him, causing him grief; he was used to it, and he always brushed it off if he knew that it wasn't worth the fight. Most of the time, it wasn't.

Most of the time, it was just someone getting too big for their boots, and that wasn't his fault; so he brushed it off. Usually with little more than a grunt or a growl, followed by him lighting up a cigar or having a shot. But then you came along, and suddenly Forrest had the challenge of keeping your temper in check when someone talked about him or insulted him.

He could be violent when he needed and wanted to be, but you?

You seemed to think that violence was a question, and that the answer you were looking for was yes. Word soon spread that people had to watch their words around Forrest, in case his partner overheard; more than anything, it was the knowledge that if they hurt you, there would be nothing to hold Forrest back.

One person shouting and putting someone in their place wasn't so much scary as much as it was a reminder that common sense still existed. But Forrest's partner?

Nobody would risk that unless they were stupid, refused to believe that Forrest was capable of great brutality, or both. Nobody would dare hurt you - not while Forrest was around. He was scary when he had to be, when he needed to be. When his hand was forced. Forrest's violence was unlike yours; you were uncontrollable and fierce - a red hot fire. Forrest was methodical and cold - a predator lurking in shadows.

You were fire, but Forrest? Forrest was an earthquake.

"I don't get it," the man you were dealing with scoffed, looking over at Forrest. "Why him? He's never gonna give you what you need."

You glared at him, clenching your jaw and balling your fists at your sides. "Because unlike you, Forrest makes me happy."

"How?" He scoffed. "It's not like he can provide you with stability. Or a decent place to live, or-"

You grabbed the back of his head, and smashed it against the table; with his head down, you grabbed a nearby glass, and hammered it against his skull, not caring where the shards went as you sighed heavily and shook your head.

No one was allowed to speak ill of Forrest. He should have known that, and as he sat there, weeping and crying out in agony, you grinned over at Forrest.

He knew immediately what that grin meant, and took his time to come over to you; with his hand on your shoulder, Forrest hummed, and dropped his gaze to your bloodied knuckles.

"What? He had it coming," you shrugged, but Forrest only dropped to his knees, and took your hands in his. "Forrest?"

He was carefully examining them, seeing if the blood belonged to you or to the most recent recipient of your temper; he pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket, gently mopping away the blood as he nodded slowly.

Satisfied that you were not injured. He dropped your hands, and sighed heavily.

"Is he dead?"

"No," you rolled your eyes. "He should be though, the shit he was saying about you."

Forrest cocked a brow, shaking his head. "You need to learn to control your temper."

"I can control it," you told him. "Just not when people talk shit about you."

A sharp growl came from the back of his throat; he was meant to be the one to protect you and to stand up for you. He was meant to be the strong one. Yet you were insistent on protecting him, standing up for him and never backing down. You were as strong as he was.

He liked that, even if he thought that your methods weren't exactly the best way to deal with things. At least you didn't kill him. Licking his lips, Forrest pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and hummed softly as he pulled you up from your chair, leading you away; he let you sit at the kitchen table while he prepared the coffee. He knew how you liked it.

He would have to have been an idiot not to notice that you never drank the full cup when anyone else made it. Even if you were friendly with his brothers, you never finished a cup of coffee made by them. You always left the last three or four swigs.

But when Forrest made it, you always emptied the mug. It made him smile when he was out alone; if he was out chopping wood or doing some other errand. When he was all by himself, he often thought about how you drank coffee.

He thought about how protective you were of him, and how you would always stand up for him, and he would smile then, too. Sure, he wasn't exactly keen on the bloodshed you left behind - but you were definitely a keeper. He knew that.

He put the mug down in front of you and smiled as he sat down beside you. "Hungry?"

You shook your head, taking a swig. "Not yet… I swear, every time you make coffee, it's better than the last time."

Forrest smiled as he nodded slowly. "Hurt?"

You shook your head again. "I don't think so. My hands feel okay… sticky from that cunt's blood, but… okay."

He nodded. "Good."

"I'm sorry," you said quietly. "If I worried you. I just… I don't… I can't stand it when people talk shit about you, and I won't have it."

"You always worry me," Forrest huffed quietly, although the smile on his face was more than evident. Endearment.

You smiled back, wanting to playfully shove him for such a comment but unable to find it in yourself as you brought your legs up to rest on his thighs; you sat back in your seat, sighing contently. "You worry me, too, y'know."