The two types of Benny Gecko freaks are people who got weirdly turned on when he shot the courier in the opening and people who got weirdly turned on by how he looks up at you while down on his knees with his wrists bound when you talk to him at Fortification Hill.
🚨 Triple Frontier concept art + "new" old photos! 🚨
I'm so excited about this! During a TF search spiral (don't we all have those?) I actually hit gold when I stumbled across Greg Berry's website. He was the Production Designer of the movie and made a book as something for the crew to look back at - and as an intro to the film.
It's really worth a look, because it has gorgeous concept art, pictures of certain spaces (the bar, Lorea's house) before they shot and how they envision it to be. There's also an image for the storage container, but this seems to be considerably smaller and different than what they ended up using.
CHECK OUT THE FULL BOOK AT https://www.gregberry1.com/film/triple-frontier
Obviously, there are also pictures of the guys which we've never seen those before. YAY!! Or actually - I shared a cropped pic of Benny with some friends and I noticed that one made it onto a Garrett fan IG already the other day, haha. But aside of that... gorgeous 'new' old stuff. I've cropped those images from the website for your convenience, so hope you'll enjoy! I don't own any of this obviously, it's all Greg Berry (bless him), so if you share these pics elsewhere please credit the man and link to his site... it's only fair!
HELLO Francisco putting on his tact vest 💜 Some close ups (nobody likes you Tom, go away):
Benny, Santi, go find your caps!
Fucking love this picture. Why were we robbed from this happening in good light? Francisco... check you out.
Let's see some more of Santiago:
Love love love. Here's when they find Lorea:
Have some Will crops.
And last but definitely not least - where are the Benny girlies at? You're getting FED:
Bonus picture: the shot below from an interview with Mark Russell about the VFX in TF
Once again, definitely go check out the art book - it's gorgeous!
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)
Summary: Running from the past to a new city gave you the perfect opportunity to open your own bakery. You're a regular at Brass Knuckles, and the owner is the right type of friendly you need in your life. Along with him, comes his group of friends, one Frankie Morales. You develop a crush on him nearly instantly. Can you manage to get your head above water long enough to tell him he's the most gorgeous man you've ever met?
Word Count: 68.9k - ongoing
Warnings: hurt and comfort, light angst, mild violence, one (1) instance of stalking, talk of past gun violence, ptsd, reader has trauma similar to the triple frontier guys, reader is described as having tattoos for plot points, reader is handicapped (expanded on in later chapters), reader has mobility issues, adult content, smut, p in v smut, oral (m and f receiving), the whole gang is here, plus oc inserts
*these are just general warnings, each chapter has a detailed list for specific content
A/N: this is a self indulgent fic in which my dream of opening a bakery comes true, and hey, if a man built like a wall and had curls for days became a regular, that would be okay too c;
i love that if you ask Tommy what he thinks of Benny his answer basically boils down to ‘he’s shady as hell and doesn’t have a musical bone in his body but he’s an alright dude’ and then gossips about him if you pass a speech check.
these two Stood Next to Each Other and then Shook Hands and it was over for me. i loved demarco and macon and so naturally, i am sooooo normal about them.
~ snippet from an upcoming fic ~
Benny loves it when Macon talks about trees. It helps him fall asleep.
They’re outside and standing up, so it’s not like he can just conk out, but he watches as the wood machine pulls a stump out of the ground, sounds like grinding, cracking bones following it up.
“...they can get pretty massive, too.” Macon is saying, cigarette dangling out of his mouth, and Benny turns to glance at him, for a heartbeat. “But the Sequoiadendrons get huge. Bet you could drive right through one.”
Benny blinks, and realizes his mouth is wide open. “What?” He says, after a minute. Macon’s mouth tilts upwards, and his smoke moves with the gesture.
“Bet they’ll all be gone, before I’m even dead.” He says, and it’s almost hollow. “Around for millions of years and dead before I’ll see one in real life.”
Benny’s fingers are cold. He reaches out, takes Macon’s cigarette from in between his lips and brings it to his own mouth. He doesn’t think about the movement, just does it.
He can feel Macon’s eyes on the side of his face as he takes a drag. “What’s seventy-eight times one hundred and twenty-nine?” He asks, blowing out smoke. The first two numbers to pop into his head.
Macon’s quiet, for a moment. Thinking. “Ten thousand sixty-two.” He says, finally. “Why?”
Benny smiles around the smoke, but turns and tucks it back into the corner of Macon’s mouth, nonetheless.
“Nothing.” He says. He loves it when Macon does math, too. “What’s sixty-two times eight hundred forty?”
Macon huffs, and smoke blows out of his nose. “Find someone else to do your times tables.” He says dryly.
we don’t spend enough talking about how in the sandlot scotty dedicates his life to being a sports announcer (specifically for the team that benny plays for) so that he could watch/cheer his childhood friend on for his entire major league career. those aren’t baseball bros those are homerun husbands