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babymudguts · 2 years

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Hot girl movies

Movies i’d usually gate-keep about addiction, growing up, being a teenage girl, music, the 2000s and late 90s, femininity, mental illness, etc. (you might actually not have heard about some of these.) (some of these r pretty popular I know!!)

Blue Car (2002)

White Oleandor (2002)

Speak (2004)

Firefox (1996)

Kids (1995)

Palo Alto (2013)

Heathers (1989)

Augusta Gone (2006)

Hard Candy (2005)

American Beauty (1999)

Lords of Dogtown (2005)

Ghost world (2001)

Trainspotting (1996)

Juno (2007)

Thirteen (2003)

The Virgin suicides (1999)

Buffalo ‘66 (1998)

Gone Girl (2014)

Girl interrupted (1999)

Black Swan (2010)

Mid90s (2018)

Whip It (2009)

Lady bird (2017)

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (2012)

Normal Adolescent Behaviour (2007)

Blue Valentine (2010)

Crazy Beautiful (2001)

Its a funny kind of story (2010)

Slums Of Beverly Hills (1998)

Anywhere But Here (1999)

Adventure Land (2009)

Save The Last Dance (2001)

Garden State (2004)

Rules Of Attraction (2002)

Promising Young Woman (2020)

Requiem Of A Dream (2000)

Gia (1998)

Candy (2006)

Beautiful Boy (2018)

Almost Famous (2000)

The Basketball Diaries (1995)

The Craft (1996)

The Diary Of A Teenage Girl (2015)

But I’m A Cheerleader (1999)

Boyhood (2014)

Spun (2002)

Red Road (2006)

The Piano Teacher (2001)

Bulbbul (2020)

Sucker Punch (2011)

Ginger Snaps (2000)

Helter-Skelter (2012)

Cruel Intentions (1999)

I, TONYA (2018)

Amelie (2001)

Daisies (1966)

Perfect Blue (1997)

Prozac Nation (2001)

Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? (1962)

Leon (1994)

Valley Of The Dolls (1967)

The Crush (1993)

Carrie (1976)

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

If anyone actually sees this and likes it I’d be more than happy to make a part 2. This took me awhile lol. I know some of these are a little basic but I tried to have a strong mix of well-known and lesser plus romance, comedy, psychological thrillers, cheesy etc. Its very broad so there’s something for everyone and hopefully something new for someone.

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afranciscomiradiezblr-blog · 2 years

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¿La incombustible Madonna y el tiempo?

14 de octubre de 2002 Dónde: Con Lourdes Leon y Donatella Versace en el Victoria and Albert Museum para la exposición "Versace: A Retrosepctive of the Work of Gianni Versace". Foto: Dave Benett/Getty Images

#14 de octubre de 2002 Dónde: Con Lourdes Leon y Donatella Versace en el Victoria and Albert Museum para la exposición "Versace: A Retrosepc #Un día en la vida de la Incombustible Madonna #¿Historias cortas para no dormir y no tener pesadillas? ¡Caray que Tropa!#¿Recordando el futuro desde un pretérito imperfecto?

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leonw4nter · 4 months

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Is It The Look In Your Eyes Or Is It This Dancing Juice?

Husband!DI!Leon x Reader

It’s 2002 and you’re deep in the Amazon rainforest on a mission called “Operation Javier” to track down a drug lord involved with bioterrorism. It was a cold and punishing night: pouring rain, winds that you swore could tear the roof from you and Leon’s shared tent, and the deafening cracks of thunder that followed after a bright flash of lightning. An unspoken pretense of being asleep lingered in the tent but you both knew that sleep seemed impossible to have that night.

“Can’t sleep?,” you softly ask first.

“You too?,” Leon asks back.

“Yeah,” you sigh. You shift in your sleeping bag, turning over to face Leon. He laid on his back, forearm on his forehead. Your gaze followed the veins in his arm, thinking to yourself that he would look breathtaking with a rolled-up dress shirt and maybe some gel to his pretty hair.

“You’re staring,” he says after some time.

“I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, right.”

You two fell back into comfortable silence, staring at the roof of the tent that shielded you both from the harsh elements. You remembered how you adored rainy nights like these back in Raccoon City, fondly reminiscing the soft pitter-patter of raindrops against your bedroom window. You wish you still had that fondness of rain to make your current predicament feel better, even for just a little bit.

“I used to own a walkman. I loved the hell out of that thing– took it to school, the park, church– everywhere basically,” he says. A fond chuckle leaves his lips and you close your eyes, relishing in how adorable he sounded.

“I only had five songs in it but I never got tired of each one. I listened to those songs on repeat no matter the mood. On nights like these, I fell asleep listening to the songs to drown out the thunder but the walkman’s lost now. I don’t know what happened, it’s gone now. I miss him,” he finally says. He finally turns over, looking at you with what seemed like a sliver of a smile on his slightly chapped lips.

“Seems like you really loved that thing.” “Yeah, could possibly qualify as my greatest love.”

“Greatest love? Big thing to say about it.”

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You proved to Leon that he’s wrong with his walkman being his greatest love because he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him ten years after this conversation. Now you’re on your shared bed in your shared home, surfing through eBay for walkmans from his time. You remembered how his blue irises served as a sky for the stars that shone when he talked about and you never thought his eyes could shine brightly for anything or anyone else but that’s where you’re wrong. After a few minutes of scrolling, you managed to find a walkman from the 80s in perfect condition and some tapes with songs you know he likes. With a few clicks, you placed the order and paid. Lucky for you, the order would arrive a day or two before his birthday. Smiling, you turn your laptop off and return it to your drawer. Leon was on the other side of the country, currently on a mission. Many times you have convinced Leon to lay back and retire but you both know that it’s easier said than done.

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“Hunnigan managed to get me a month-long vacation. I’m all yours for an entire month,” Leon says as he walks out of the shower, towel in hand to dry his brown locks.

“You deserve it, honey. How does a tropical getaway sound? Or would you prefer we stay at home instead,” you ask.

“I’m content with anywhere as long as it’s with you and you’re happy about it,” he says before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, his stubble tickling your skin.

You were about to say something when the doorbell rang, prompting Leon to temporarily stop drying his hair and turn his focus to the door. You excused yourself, skipping to the front door and only parting the door slightly so Leon wouldn’t see the package you got a week or two ago. You handed over the bills you were going to pay with and thanked the delivery man before walking back to Leon, the box behind your back.

“What was that for?,” Leon asked.

“Nothing,” you say as you fight back a giggle.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” Leon remarks.

“Seriously, it’s really nothing!”

“Fine. I’ll let this slide because I love you.”

“You’re the best!”

It was hard to hide the surprise from him not because he was actively trying to find out what it was but because he was home most of the time. It wasn’t like you could slip out of bed while he was sleeping and wrap his gift up, he’s a light sleeper and the crinkling of paper would wake him so the only solution you found was to send him on a grocery run. As soon as he left the door, you quickly took the walkman and the paper bag and began wrapping it. Since you still had time to spare, you decided to quickly draft a heartfelt birthday greeting and placed it inside the brown bag. Your gift was complete, ready to make Leon’s special day.

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Leon had opted for a simple get-together at home, along with Chris, Claire, Jill, Rebecca, and Hunnigan. Unlike the others, Leon didn’t touch a single glass of alcohol since he’s recovering from his drinking problem and instead settled on cakes and the pasta you made. He was coming into the kitchen for another slice of cake when you walked up from behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Happy birthday, big boy,” you softly say as you press your cheek into his firm back.

“Thanks honey, I really appreciate all this,” he says with sincerity as he turns around and hugs you back.

“Save that for when I’ll give you your gift” “Oh?”

You take the brown paper bag from where you’ve hidden it and give it to him. He looks to you, silently asking permission to open it up to which you nod. He tries to guess what you could’ve gotten him, saying whatever item comes to mind. “A shaving set? New wallet? Gift card?”

“Just open it up!,” you excitedly say.

“Alright, alright!”

He opens the bag up, his hand reaching until his hands feel something and pulls it back up. His eyes widen and he nearly drops the walkman due to his surprise. He stares at you, mouth parted as all the words get stuck in his throat.

“Honey! A walkman! Oh my God, thank you so much,” he happily says. He walks over to you, pulling you in for a rib-shattering hug and rocks you side to side. He pulls away and peppers your face with kisses before settling on your warm lips, a smile pressed against your own.

He spends the rest of the evening tinkering with the walkman, proudly showing your present off to everyone in the room. You decide to busy yourself with doing the dishes, giving Leon some time by himself to relish the fact that you helped him relive his childhood.

“I’m so lucky to have them in my life, Hunnigan, you don’t understand!,” you overhear, which prompts laughter from the guests.

NOTE - Happy New Year everyone! Hope everyone's feeling great, 2024 will be your year! I don't exactly like this work but I still hope you'll enjoy it 😭 I'm tempted to write another hockeyplayer!Leon fic since I'm currently having a brainrot over him and Russ Callaghan from Wildfire. I'm also planning to make a directory post to all my fics (maybe later). I might start to post less later this week because class is starting and I've got so much tests waiting for me (wish me luck!!) That's it and Happy New Year again!!!!!

The film dividers are from @saradika , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

#fluff #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy fluff #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #rebhfun #real ones know which song i titled this fic from

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ribb0ngirl · 1 month

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𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

these are basically my all time favorite movies ♡

𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

♡ Marie Antoinette (2006)

♡ The Bling Ring (2013)

♡ Priscilla (2023)

♡ Girl Interrupted (1999)

♡ Leon the Proffessional (1994)

♡ Lovelace (2013)

♡ Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑠

♡ The Virgin Suicides (1999)

♡ Black Swan (2010)

♡ Gone girl (2014)

♡ The florida project (2017)

♡ Palo alto (2013)

♡ Buffalo 66' (1998)

♡ Last Night in Soho (2021)

♡ Mid 90s (2018)

𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦

♡ Jenniffer's body (2009)

♡ Mean girls (2004)

♡ But I'm a cheerleader (1999)

♡ Heathers (1988)

♡ Clueless (1995)

♡ The hot chick (2002)

♡ Legally Blonde (2001)

♡ Barbie (2023)

𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑒

♡ Perfect blue (1997)

♡ Kiki's delivery service (1989)

♡ My Neighbour Totoro (1988)

♡ Spirited away (2001)

♡ Wolf children (2012)

♡ When Marnie was there (2014)

♡ Princess Mononoke (1997)

♡ Ponyo (2008)

♡ The tale of the princess Kaguya (2013)

♡ From up on Poppy hill (2011)

♡ Howl's moving castle (2004)

♡ A silent voice (2016)

♡ In this corner of the world (2016)

♡ Your name (2016)

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milksockets · 28 days

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wool bouclé suit with organdy lace collar and cuffs, spring 2002 in oscar de la renta: his legendary world of style - andré leon talley (2015)

#my scan #fashion #oscar de la renta

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fcsources · 9 months

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Hello🫶 Can you help me with suggestions of redheaded females that have a decent amount of resources? No matter the age! Thank you in advance!

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! this is gonna be a looooooooong list, angel, but it's as comprehensive as i could make it! all of these fcs have at least 300 gifs that i could find, so please let me know if you need some help locating resources ♡ **indicates the resources are available as gif icons and not small/medium gifs!

Abigail Cowen ( 1998, actress, white )

Ahsen Eroglu ( 1994, actress, Turkish )

Alicia Von Rittberg ( 1993, actress, white )

Alina Kovalenko ( 1992, actress, white )

Amy Adams ( 1974, actress, white )

Angourie Rice ( 2001, actress, white )

Anya Taylor Joy ( 1996, actress, white )

Asena Keskinci ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Bebe Wood ( 2001, actress, white )

Bree Kish** ( 1996, model, one quarter Black, plus size )

Bridget Regan ( 1982, actress, white )

Bridget Satterlee** ( 1997, model, white )

Bryce Dallas Howard ( 1981, actress, white )

Camryn Grimes ( 1990, actress, white )

Charlotte Spencer ( 1991, actress, white )

Christina Hendricks ( 1975, actress, white )

Deborah Ann Woll ( 1985, actress, white )

Elcin Sangu ( 1985, actress, Turkish )

Eleanor Tomlinson ( 1992, actress, white )

Elena Satine ( 1987, actress, Georgian )

Ellie Bamber ( 1997, actress, white )

Emily Carey ( 2003, actress, white )

Evan Rachel Wood ( 1987, actress, white )

Freya Mavor ( 1993, actress, white )

Genevieve Angelson ( 1987, actress, white )

Gozde Turkpence ( 1984, actress, Turkish )

Hannah Einbinder ( 1995, actress, white )

Haley Bennett ( 1988, actress, white )

Hayley Williams ( 1988, musician, white )

Holland Roden ( 1986, actress, white )

Holliday Grainger ( 1988, actress, white )

Huh Yunjin ( 2001, musician, Korean )

Isla Fisher ( 1976, actress, white )

Isolda Dychauk ( 1993, actress, white )

Jane Levy ( 1986, actress, white )

Jessica Barden ( 1992, actress, white )

Jessica Chastain ( 1977, actress, white )

Joey King ( 1999, actress, white/Jewish )

Karen Gillan ( 1987, actress, white )

Kate Walsh ( 1967, actress, white )

Katherine McNamara ( 1995, actress, white )

Kennedy McMann ( 1996, actress, white )

Kennedy Walsh ( 2000, influencer with acting roles, white )

Lee Seo Jeong ( 2000, musician, Korean )

Liv Hewson ( 1995, actor, white, non-binary )

Luca Hollestelle ( 1996, actress, white )

Ludovica Martino ( 1997, actress, white )

Maddison Brown** ( 1997, actress, white )

Madelaine Petsch ( 1994, actress, white )

Madeline Ford ( 1997, model, white )

Maggie Geha ( 1988, actress, white )

Marina Ruy Barbosa ( 1995, actress, Brazilian (white) )

Melis Sezen ( 1997, actress, Turkish )

Millie Bobby Brown ( 2004, actress, white )

Miriam Leone ( 1985, actress, white )

Natasha Lyonne ( 1979, actress, white/Jewish )

Nicola Coughlan ( 1987, actress, white, plus-size )

Nicole Kidman ( 1967, actress, white )

Olivia Cooke ( 1993, actress, white )

Rebecca Ferguson ( 1983, actress, white )

Riley Keough ( 1989, actress, white/Jewish )

Romola Garai ( 1982, actress, white )

Rose Leslie ( 1987, actress, white )

Ruth Connell ( 1979, actress, white )

Sabina Karlsson ( 1988, model, half Black, plus size )

Sadie Sink ( 2002, actress, white )

Sadie Soverall ( 2002, actress, white )

Sarah Drew ( 1980, actress, white )

Sarah Snook ( 1987, actress, white )

Shannon Purser ( 1997, actress, white, plus size )

Sophia Lillis ( 2002, actress, white )

Sophie Skelton ( 1994, actress, white )

Sophie Turner ( 1996, actress, white )

Stephanie Martini ( 1990, actress, white )

#rpt #fc help #redhead fc #ginger fc #female fc #underused fc #model fc #poc fc #bipoc fc #fc masterlist #redhead masterlist #answered: fc help #answered: anonymous #answered #long post for ts #long post cw #long post #five nights at freddi's: mascot post

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matchbet-allofthetime · 1 year

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I am convinced that the RE film series (2002-2016) had- to date- the best cast choices ever made for Wesker, Alice, Chris, Claire, and Ada. But maybe I'm biased af bc I grew up with og RE players for parents and also grew up with those Paul W. S. Anderson film series

The film series leon was pretty good, but I won't even lie- i prefer the WTRC Leon for some reason and them casting Tom Hooper as Wesker was a damn fine choice, too

idk, i just think those particular casting choices were brilliant and i've never seen a better chris or wesker! to be fair, we haven't had TOO many chances for many different people to play these characters in live action films or shows, but i still have some preferences, yk?

#resident evil #re #resident evil film series #resident evil welcome to raccoon city #welcome to racoon city #re albert wesker #re chris redfield #albert wesker #chris redfield #leon s kennedy #re leon s kennedy #resident evil 2002

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egg04 · 1 year

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I mentioned having a second Leo-centric Rise sep AU, Home's Like This, and this is some art for it. My first one (that I haven't written yet) is Hidden Hero, which you can see some stuff for here!

Also note that Jennika and Venus are older than Leo in Hidden Hero AU. Hidden Hero Jennie and Vee are born in 2002. In HTL, they're born later in 2004.

I'll explore more of my AUs once I graduate high school in a couple weeks!

Hope you like Leon "Cobalt" Draxum! :DD

#tuko's art #my art #rottmnt au art #hlt!au leo #rottmnt home's like this au #no id #< yet (referring to alt text)

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mychoombatheroomba · 1 month

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Nine Names

Disavowed (Krauser x GN! Reader/Krauser x Leon) - Chapter 1

Maybe he did wish that you were with him, if only to have someone he trusted with him as he did this. It would have been nice, Krauser thought, to die alongside someone like that. Someone who understood.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

This is a spin-off of my Leon x Reader series, Between the Bones! It will switch back and forth between Operation Javier and Krauser's perspective on some things from the main story! This can be read in isolation though! Lots of unrequited love from Jack in this, and, well, we all know how his story ends anyway.

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June 29th, 2002

10:52

Mixcóatl, Amazon Rainforest

There would be noise, but it would be fast. Making it quick was the least he could do. It would be fast, but that didn’t make the sight before him any easier to stomach. Resigned eyes peering up at him from down the barrel of a gun. A single nod. Acceptance washing over paling features as those eyes closed. The tension of the trigger against his finger.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to do this.

Hell, it wasn’t even the first time in the last twenty-four hours.

Didn’t make it any easier.

Still, he pulled the trigger because it’s what he needed to do. It’s what had to happen. It was that or watch another of his men lose their mind, become a threat. It wasn’t for fear of his own safety that he squeezed that trigger, but to spare the man standing in front of him that fate. Barnes deserved better than to turn into a mindless drone, a shell of the man he’d been. He deserved better. All of them did. The Major knew, though, it wasn’t about what he or anyone else deserved.

So, with a bang that startled some nearby birds into flight, he did what needed to be done. There was the smell of blood and gunpowder, the sound of a body hitting the damp ground, and with that, Jack Krauser was alone.

He hadn’t been alone two weeks ago, when he’d come to Mixcóatl under the cover of darkness, his men locked and loaded at his side. Ten of them, Krauser included. Nine of the best and brightest soldiers that Krauser had served with before, some that he’d trained. Men and women whose skill he hadn’t doubted for a moment, when they’d been given a name and a kill order.

Men and women who might still be alive, if things had been different.

It was hard not to think of those what-ifs, as Krauser looked down at the last of his men’s still body, as he lowered his gun. He’d never been one to entertain fantasies - seeing anything other than reality had always been a good way to end up dead, in his book. He was as good as dead anyway though, wasn’t he?

If the intel had been better . . .

If they’d known what they were being sent into . . .

If they hadn’t been stuck in a jungle with no way out . . .

If they hadn’t been behind the lines of a foreign country . . .

If they weren’t living in a world where war now meant soldiers turning into mindless monsters . . .

If his evac request had been approved . . .

But that wasn’t the hand he’d been dealt. So, he ignored the tremor in his hand. Knelt at Barnes’ side and rested the soldier’s hands over his chest. Best that Krauser could do. No dog tag to take. There would be no retrieval of the body, Krauser knew that, and there could be no evidence that they were here. Hadn't started out that way, but if the government wouldn't send evac? That meant something had changed behind the scenes, that this had been moved off the books. No names, no traces. Plausible deniability. That had been the game for years now, a game he hadn’t wanted to play, but learned to anyway. Whatever the sacrifices.

Not the first comrade he’d had to put down, not the first set of dog tags taken to keep a secret.

He could still remember the look in your eyes when he’d handed you that spare tag, one with the name of a man you’d cared for deeply.

Krauser wasn’t surprised to be thinking of you, now. Who better to let his thoughts drift towards? You, who had lived the exact moment he’d just lived dozens of times; staring down the barrel at someone you’d known. Cared for. Someone you’d had to kill. You, who’d worn that extra dog tag even if it wasn’t yours, even if you thought that Krauser hadn’t noticed. You’d carried that kill with you in the form of a silver ghost, just as Krauser carried his with him, now. Because even if their deaths would be twisted to keep a secret, they deserved to be remembered.

Nine pairs of names.

At least yours wasn’t among them.

Then again, maybe things would have been different if you’d been here, too. You were a survivor. Always had been, even before Krauser’s training sharpened you into the blade you’d become. Maybe if you’d been here with him, you’d have been able to help him keep the others alive.

Or maybe you’d be dead, too.

No. Better that you weren’t with him. Better that your name wouldn’t be on Krauser’s conscience, because the thought of that . . .

He shouldn’t think of you. He’d learned that early on, years before this moment. Thinking of you was dangerous; a distraction. Don’t be stupid because it feels good. He’d told you that, once, and he’d been good at heeding his own advice.

But if he was as good as dead anyway . . .

Had this been how you’d felt? Krauser had always felt he understood what it was you’d experienced, all those years ago. He’d always been so sure that his experience in war had given him equal footing with you. Loss was a part of war, and he’d thought he understood why you’d moped around base so often, or why you’d pushed yourself to be the best.

Krauser hadn’t known a damn thing.

Now, he did.

He understood what it was to feel the terror of seeing one’s own turn. He knew what it was to feel the truth settle in his gut that just one bite, one scratch, was all it took to doom someone. He understood how eviscerating it was to watch the color drain from their skin, the light fade from their eyes. He knew the utter fucking hopelessness that came with being unable to stop it. The realization that you were the only one left that was enough to make the world seem ready to cave in.

He understood why you’d kept your Captain’s dog tag with you through it all - the training, the missions, all of it.

And he understood, perhaps better than anything else, the anger that he’d seen in you. Rage at the fate that had befallen your comrades. Fury at the people who caused it all.

Or, in Krauser’s case, person. One name to answer for nine.

Javier Hidalgo.

The same person he and his men had been sent to kill. War-lord head of the Sacred Snakes cartel, smuggler with connections to Umbrella, and the least lucky man on the fucking planet right now, because Jack Krauser was still alive. He was alone, behind enemy lines and outnumbered, but he was alive.

The Major may have been at the end of his rope, but he could still hang Javier from it.

That was the thought that kept the pistol in Krauser’s hands from finding his mouth and turning skywards. That was the thought that pushed him on through the jungle, leaving Barnes’ body behind. His men would want him to keep going. You would want him to keep going.

So he did, letting that burning and clawing in his chest carry him forward.

He moved through the trees as silently as he could, looking like little more than a shadow in dim light painted by the canopy overhead. Enough time spent learning that the fauna in the jungle was just as deadly as the once-people that had dealt his squad so much death made him quiet as he moved on. He knew how to leave as little trace as possible, how to move unseen. The camo of mud he’d adopted kept his normally pale hair and skin from standing out amidst the foliage, and his eyes scanned the rainforest around him. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating.

Give me your best.

This old dog would taste blood one last time. He’d fight his way through the whole damn forest if he had to.

If you were there, you would be right there by his side, gunning along with him to mount Javier’s head on a fucking spike.

Footsteps in the distance - barely audible over the sounds of the forest - made him freeze. He wasn’t sure at first, but then he heard it again; the unmistakable squelch of mud beneath boots, no matter how well the owner of said boots was trying to hide it.

He shouldn’t have used his pistol on Barnes. Too much noise. His knife would have been smarter. Slower, but smarter.

Didn’t matter now.

Just meant another fight.

Another body added to the count.

Krauser drew that aforementioned blade with his left hand, holding his pistol in his right. He couldn’t see whoever it was nearing him. And it was certainly a who . No zombie that Krauser had ever seen could hide the sound of their footsteps so well. He wasn’t as alone as he thought, then. Unfortunately for whatever bastard decided he was going to try and interrupt that solitude. So, the Major pressed his back against the tree at his side and listened. The footsteps were faint, but Krauser could hear them as they passed by the other side of that tree, slowly approaching him. He readied himself for a fight, craving that violence that might settle his soul a touch. He waited . . .

Then, nothing.

Nothing for several heavy seconds but the croaking and cawing of animals and chirping of insects.

Then, in a blur of movement, Krauser got his wish.

A gun trained on him. That was all the Major saw. A gun and the shape of a person holding it.

They both moved fast.

Krauser’s knife slashed out, arcing towards the assailant’s left arm. To their credit, they didn’t fire the pistol. Didn’t cry out as the knife cut into flesh. Not deep. Not enough to make them drop the pistol. The arm wove underneath the rest of his swing, but Krauser was already following through. His right hand, the one with the pistol, moved down, pressing against the armed hand. His knife, meanwhile, moved in a flash of silver forward.

And Krauser was damned glad that he stopped short of going for that kill when he saw the person behind the gun for the first time.

Not that relief was ever something he’d thought to feel when it came to seeing those pretty blues looking up at him.

“Son of a bitch,” Krauser hissed, bloodshot eyes widening.

As for Leon S. Kennedy . . . he looked like he hadn’t expected to be looking at Krauser at all. “Major . . .” the younger man breathed, slowly lowering his pistol in surrender, his too-perfect features twisted in an expression of utter shock. Krauser didn’t think it was just because of the blade at his throat.

A blade that the Major lowered after he was sure his rage-and-exhaustion-addled brain wasn’t playing some sick joke on him.

Or maybe it was the universe doing the joking, because he’d allowed himself to imagine you at his side for this suicide mission.

And the universe had sent your fucking boy toy instead.

Your boy toy who should have known better than to come at him in close quarters with a gun. “You’re lucky you didn’t need me dead, rookie,” Krauser growled, “because you’d never have been able to do it moving like that.”

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A/N: Oh, Operation Javier, my beloved.

So, since I'm focusing on the Remake timeline, Operation Javier is different from what's depicted in Darkside Chronicles! Namely that Krauser had a team that he lost this time around, but Leon definitely seems to have still been involved. I was really curious as to how that all shaped up, so until Capcom gives us a more concrete timeline, here's my take on it! It will still definitely tie in a lot of events from the original, but will be adjusted to fit what I think might have happened to Krauser and Leon down there!

#jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #metaltango #jack krauser x leon kennedy #angst #resident evil #gender neutral reader #operation javier #between the bones #disavowed

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sapphire-weapon · 16 days

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>open Twitter >open DMs to send a message to a buddy I haven't spoken to in a while >there's a shitton of messages that I never got notifications for that I just straight-up missed over the course of A YEAR >goddamn it Twitter >this is all Elon Musk's fault >anyway >one of them is from the Project Umbrella guys >remember the big stupid bitchfight I got into with them last year >oh Jesus what the fuck did they want back then that I missed >open DM >HE'S DEFENDING THE RE ARCHIVES >NO FUCKING WAY LOL

THAT'S NOT WHAT THE RE ARCHIVES SAYS

THIS IS WHAT THE RE ARCHIVES SAYS:

And that's NOT what happens in Leon's RE3 epilogue. THIS is Leon's RE3 epilogue:

Oh but wait!

There's more!

This guy then tries to go on to defend the "Adam Benford kidnapped Leon" argument. Let's see how well his argument holds up.

So let's check his facts. Let's do a search for Jun Takeuchi.

Interesting. So Takeuchi became an executive around 2017. RE6 came out in 2012. So Takeuchi wasn't an executive at the time RE6 was written or released.

In fact

looking at this

Takeuchi didn't work on Resident Evil 6 at all. So... if he didn't work on RE6, then that would make anything he writes about it... fanfiction... wouldn't it? Otherwise, what gives him word of god for RE6's story? The fact that he was employed at the company at the time? Does this mean that any random environmental artist has word of god over the story? Do the Monster Hunter guys have word of god over RE6, too?

And what about Tsukasa Takenaka? Well, he's not even a big enough name to have a Wikipedia page to begin with. In fact, looking him up, it seems like he had a minor hand in writing RE5, produced Revelations 1, and worked on RE: The Mercenaries 3D.

yikes.

Okay, well what about this dude's other claims?

Adam Benford was director of the CIA in 2002 (according ONLY TO that airsoft ad written by the guy who did not work on RE6; this is NOT stated in RE6 itself), and his position in 1998 is unknown -- implying that he was not actually the director of the CIA in 1998. But Leon was kidnapped in 1998 by the CIA. So if he wasn't the director... then I guess he wasn't behind the kidnapping, was he?

Our friend from Project Umbrella then goes on to make a bunch of other claims right in a row, so let's go down them one by one.

>"Leon and Adam working together for a decade is only an approximation" Okay, but if you're approximating, the number would be closer to 15, not 10. Benford died in 2011. 2011 - 1998 = 13. So the rounded number would be 15.

>it's okay if RE6 gets the date wrong because supplementary material gets it wrong >implying that the game does not have more people working on it to ensure accuracy than random supplemental material. You're telling me that no one on the team of hundreds that worked on this game remembered that Raccoon City happened in 1998?

>RE6 is off by a year re: Chris killing Wesker

Is that true?

No, actually. That's not true at all. RE6 says it happened in 2009. And, wouldn't you know it. RE5 takes place in 2009.

So, what do you think, Mr. Project Umbrella?

Is that enough research that I've done for you?

Maybe the next time you want to go into a woman's DMs to mansplain at her and call her hysterical, you might want to get your fucking facts right first, you self-important misogynistic piece of human fucking garbage.

So.

In conclusion.

DO NOT LISTEN TO THE FUCKERS WHO CONTROL THE WIKI

THEY JUST FUCKING GO ON THE INTERNET AND TELL LIES

and talk down to women, apparently

#resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy #i suppose i'll have to add this to the 'leon's wiki is filled with lies and bullshit' page #but holy shit this was not what i expected to encounter today #this is your 'authority' on the canon #THIS is the fucker who's telling you that all supplemental material is canon and all devs have word of god #THIS fucking idiot #the wiki actively makes RE fandom worse #this is why this series's story doesn't make any fucking sense to people #because they're learning the story from this complete fucking dipshit moron #who puts every contradictory fact he can find together in one big pot and says 'THAT'S THE STORY'#no #the story is ONLY in the games and the movies AND NOTHING ELSE #IF IT'S NOT IN THE GAMES OR THE MOVIES IT'S NOT CANON #IF #IT'S #NOT #IN #THE #GAMES #OR #MOVIES #IT'S NOT CANON #DON'T EVER QUESTION ME #NEVER EVER QUESTION ME

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metaltangodiva · 1 month

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what are your thoughts on the different 'versions' of Krauser as well his various dynamics with Leon? Also do you have any advice for like...not being afraid to add your own interpretations and spins to characters? Like i think i care way too much about what people would think, so i'm a but scared to start posting anything, but at the same time I'd love to add to the fic collection lol

Hello hello~!

I wanna preface this quickly by saying I'm fucking unable to summarize anything, lmao. This turned out to be TWO ESSAYS.

I'll start by replying to the second question, because I sorta realized, about halfway through the answer, that I was writing a fucking essay on Metaltango and I didn't wanna overlook the second point of your message. Because it's super important to me, as a writer (amateur/hobbyist, but writer nonetheless) that people who want to write can do it.

And my suggestion is super easy: do it. Write the thing.

I know it's hard, I went through it too. It's hard to not compare yourself to other people, to go and think "man, they're not gonna like how I portray them". When I started writing "Normal", that was my worry. I was taking these badass, gun-toting, zombie-killing, masculine characters and putting them into a situation that's not only opposite to that, but pretty damn taboo in general. I've had Comments™. But whatever.

And what I tell people, when they say they're worried about how their stories are gonna be received, maybe because it takes a weird non-canon spin, or they feel their tropes are overdone, is:

Do it anyways. There's only you to craft that story you wanna see the way you want it; no one else can do it the exact same, even with the same prompts, the same tropes, the same characters. Everyone views things differently, and I think it's an amazing thing when it comes to art, well... almost everything, honestly. A saying that goes in a Discord server I hang out on is "there's nothing original anymore", but not in a bad way at all — so many works have the same themes, and yet they all still stand out somehow.

I might not the audience. This guy next to me might be, though! Or who knows, maybe *I* am the audience!

But you don't know any of this until you write it. Do it.

OKAY SO I GUESS THAT WAS PART ONE, lol.

SO LET'S GOO FOR PART TWO!

My thoughts on the different versions: I love them! Each version and each game brings something new to the table. I got started with RE4 (VR) — I liked how *aggressively homoerotic* that knife fight was.

Since it was my entry point to RE as a whole, I was curious as to *who* Krauser was, what was his relation to Leon, what happened between them, so on, so forth. Probably what a lot of people went through before Darkside Chronicles became a thing. His obsession for Leon and especially the *passion* behind it. Surely what happened between them was personal!

Then I heard of Darkside Chronicles and I had to play it for myself. So I did. And I was positively surprised when I saw Krauser as he was back around 2002. Gruff, rough around the edges, but just as snarky as Leon — and I love snarky characters. I felt their humor meshed so well. The "boy scout" exchange has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it. Same with the shared water bottle/indirect kiss. The snake/butterfly. Krauser starting as kinda dismissive of Leon, but quickly wisening up about it and treating him as an equal (and I feel it's more than that). And this became what I really wanted to see between them on the long run, hence why I started writing the AU "Normal" takes place in. They were such a good team, in spite of Krauser's wildly varying emotions.

Then RE4R came out, and it introduced them in a mentor/trainee relationship and I love that too. It's a whole different dynamic; Krauser's more serious but still does not shut up, Leon is still a smart mouth — I guess they clashed a lot overall and Leon can probably thank Krauser for all the extra push-ups and laps that gave him this *chef kiss* physique... but Krauser has a soft side to him. The guy really cared for his men, but as an instructor, as a soldier, as a superior and also as a human, probably couldn't voice it all too well. I cried when Leon picked up Krauser's knife, kneeled next to him and Krauser told him he was proud of him. That he had trained him well. It's a dynamic I wish I could capture well enough to put in words, but my real-life experience with anything army-related is nonexistent (well, so is my ageplay/military/"life as a couple" experience with "Normal", lol) and I feel I'd have a harder time with portraying it how I want to. So... I'm eventually gonna do it, outside of oneshots.

TLDR: Give me all the Krausers. They all bring something to the table <3

#metaltango #jack krauser #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #headcanon #i love them your honor #oh fuck I wrote two essays #DO IT

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