If anything I hope this continues the tradition of big Hollywood actors becoming weirdly invested in Sonic characters.

John Wick

🦋 alone together 🦋

@ficsnroses

🦋 compliant 🦋

@thatfanficstuff

🦋 can it wait 🦋

@reevesdriver

🦋 bedroom window 🦋 wedding bells 🦋 burning desire 🦋

@fanficsrusz

🦋 dirty little secret 🦋

@fics-not-tragedies

🦋 santa baby 🦋

@fortheloveoffanfic

🦋 I licked it so it's mine 🦋

@ladyreapermc

🦋 motorcycle man 🦋

@keanuvibe

🦋 worn out 🦋

@iworshipkeanureeves

This is the image that I’ve needed in my life.

hey you guys!!! I need to make my dash a little more active!!! please reblog this post if you post a healthy amount of any of the following:

evan peters (films, tv shows, etc.)

american horror story

sarah paulson (!!!!)

really any of the female AHS cast

bill skarsgård

adam driver

keanu reeves / matrix

You are my love... and my life, always

after the storm | chapter 11

Mr. Reeves had totally fucked my mind, my heart and my soul..

I'm officially not virgin.

Keanu Reeves is buying a Christmas tree (24th December 2010)

Keanu Reeves was abandoned by his father at 3 years old and grew up with 3 different stepfathers. He is dyslexic. His dream of becoming a hockey player was shattered by a serious accident. His daughter died at birth. His wife died in a car accident. His best friend, River Phoenix, died of an overdose. His sister battled leukemia.⁣ No bodyguards, no luxury houses. Keanu Keanu lives in an ordinary apartment and likes wandering around town and often seen riding a subway in NYC.⁣⁣ When he was filming the movie “The Lake House,” he overheard the conversation of two costume assistants, one crying as he would lose his house if he did not pay $20,000 - On the same day, Keanu deposited the necessary amount in his bank account. In his career, he has donated large sums to hospitals including $75 million of his earnings from “The Matrix” to charities.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ In 2010, on his birthday, Keanu walked into a bakery & bought a brioche with a single candle, ate it in front of the bakery, and offered coffee to people who stopped to talk to him.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ In 1997 some paparazzi found him walking one morning in the company of a homeless man in Los Angeles, listening to him and sharing his life for a few hours.⁣⁣ ⁣ In life, sometimes the ones most broken from inside are the ones most willing to help others. This man could buy everything, and instead, every day, he gets up and chooses one thing that cannot be bought: to be real. ⁣⁣ ⁣ Keanu Reeves, The One

Page 25.

It will be about werewolves, but also many other themes.

Also the magazine in more detail here. Guess the actor, lol.

ppl in the house and I’m too intimidated to walk to my room so I’m throwing Jeremiah excerpts like bread ends to ducks:

It’s October in 2005 which means it’s cold in Maryland and still warm in Las Vegas. Jeremiah’s been watching the weather channel more frequently lately as a form of pure entertainment which seems like a strange thing to do, probably because it is but also more likely because the weatherman’s got a Colgate smile and hair like Keanu Reeves’ in My Own Private Idaho. He’s named after a flower or something of the like—Prim, Basil, Aster, Sage. Really, Jeremiah should know because he’s invested enough to know the man has a subtle lisp and a birthmark above his right eyebrow, but maybe the problem is that he’s paying too much attention to the man’s subtle lisp and birthmark. Still, he finds himself thinking of the man when he sits on the balcony with a mug of Ovaltine, the weather channel muffled through the closed door. When did he decide to become a weatherman? And is the job rewarding?

Sometimes the reality that he’s dreaming about a weatherman who doesn’t know he exists hits him so hard he goes back inside and turns the TV off right away

Why isn’t there Duke Caboom fanfics? I mean not with the toy but imagine Duke Caboom is a real person and the toy is based on him (like the Buzz Lightyear film) but basically it’s Keanu Reeves and he’s a stunt man. Have I lost my mind? Maybe but I see potential there. Just forget the toy, he’s a human, a human stunt man with a moustache.

what i would give for a cyberpunk prequel series about samurai

If you’ve followed sixbucks for more than 12 seconds you’ve figured out that I love me some Formula 1 and I may love the Keanu Reeves even more. Something else I appreciate? A good underdog story.

So my afternoon has been well-spent watching Brawn: The Impossible Formula One Story.

Please enjoy this photo of unhappy Rubens Barrichello.

if i had a nickle for every time a piece of media has the protagonist be emotionally manipulated by a digital version of keanu reeves living in their psyche i would have two nickles. which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice.

I just watched The Lake House for the First Time

and I nearly launched myself into the sun twenty minutes before the end when I thought it was going the way they wanted me to think it was going. Luckily, that's not the way it was going.

...I apologise to the universe for calling Keanu an absolute nutcracker when I was scared.

Two Days With My Love

This is about AU John Wick and the love of his life Emerald. They are both very cautious with their feelings, but in need of the love of the other.

Warnings: a couple f bombs in the beginning. That’s about it.

All my work is intended for an 18+ audience.

        It had been 2 days of love making. Not fucking. Just slow, passionate, connective, soul quenching love making. Neither of them planned this. In fact, whenever John and Emerald hooked up, they preferred the hard, sweaty, shoulder biting, ass slapping, sore for days fucking. Yes, this was definitely new territory.

              “Don’t get up yet” Emerald pleaded. Her eyes were still closed as she absorbed every ounce of his embrace into her flesh. “I don’t want to crush you” whispered John. He was still nestled blissfully inside her as the euphoric fog slowly dissipated from his brain. He shifted his weight until his burly frame allowed his lips to meet her cheek. John was nearly a foot taller than Emerald. While she craved the pressure from his weight, her very own muscular security blanket, John was concerned that he would suffocate her one day. He smirked at the thought. He knew her kinks, she would probably be into it. “Please, J. Just lay here a little bit longer”. She still hadn’t opened her eyes. John studied her breathing. He knew something was going through her head, but was unsure of how much to pry.

The pair had known each other for the past 7 months, but had strict rules for their meetings. They absolutely cared for each other. More than either had cared for anyone before. It was that not so small thing that hung between them that wouldn’t allow them to be more than a hook up to each other. At least not yet. Pain. It was sad really. Anyone they passed could tell they were perfect for each other. That’s the thing about this type of pain, its hidden and not easily discussed with the one you don’t want to see you cry. Even with their loving looks and flirtatious interactions, it was still there, and would continue to hang silently between the two until they were ready to push it behind them and truly embrace the love they both craved from each other.

             After a few more moments of blessing Emerald’s neck and cheeks with his sweet thanks in the form of kisses, John removed his body from hers. She shivered for a brief second as the cold air rushed between them to replace the warmth of his heated body. John searched deep in her eyes for clues of what his sweet Em was thinking. She smiled a curious grin up at him. She knew he was deep in thought. She wanted to ask what about…but, damn those eyes. Emerald always got distracted by the beautiful, golden honey-colored orbs that seemed to look directly into her heart.

              Emerald met Johns lips with her own. She felt his desire for her with his equally desperate response. “Give me a minute?” John helped Emerald up from the nest of sheets and blanket they had been carousing in and went in search of a refreshing liquid while she freshened up in the bathroom. John returned to the bed first. While he would never get used to hotel mini bar prices, they never disappointed with their selections. John laid out a collection of Emerald’s favorite snacks on her pillow and cracked the seal on the champagne they impulsively ordered for breakfast but had yet to open. It wasn’t his most romantic gesture but he hoped she would appreciate his attempt given his limited on-hand resources. He sat back and started to worry when he determined she was taking longer than usual. Ok, it was time to ask what thoughts she was having in her beautiful head.

             A few moments later Emerald emerged from the darkened doorway of the bathroom. She had a forced smile plastered on her face. She walked over to the bed to make her sustenance selection. John noticed that her eyes stayed low and never quite reached his. He began to think maybe this was the end of their trysts. Maybe she no longer wanted the limited part of him that he had to offer. He wanted to give her more, but he was afraid she wouldn’t love him back.

After Emerald settled on the bed with her caramel M&Ms and glass of champagne, John quietly broke the silence that was hanging in their rented room. “What was that about earlier? You not wanting me to get up..was everything alright?” She looked up, not really at him, just slightly in his directions. He noticed instantly. “Yeah of course. It was really nice, and you were really warm.” Emerald ended her statement with a smile, hoping that was the end of it. She had finally willed herself to stop crying before she emerged from the bathroom. She thought if she started again, she wouldn’t be able to stop her emotions from flowing freely. John reached for Emerald’s hand just when she picked up a piece of caramel filled chocolate. He lifted her hand to kiss it, but stole the candy with his skilled tongue instead. She laughed and appreciated his attempt to keep the conversation light. She looked at him this time. Right into those beautiful, distracting eyes and thought this is as good a time as any to bare her soul and be honest about how she needed him. “John, I’ve been feeling things… and I don’t know if I can say what I need to say to make you understand, or if maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all. I’m confused, and I’m probably confusing..” John lifted her hand once more, this time kissing her palm. He looked into her heart through her eyes again and said “Just tell me what’s going on. We can work it out together.” Grateful for his peaceful interruption, Emerald took a deep breath and started again. “When you were on me, kissing me, I just kept thinking about how much I didn’t want it to end. I know we only have another day and a half together…I just don’t want it to end. Not like it usually does. I care for you John. A lot. I know we have an agreement about our relationship and I’m happy spending time with you in this way. I was just starting to feel like I want more from you. From us. I don’t know what I want exactly, I just know I want more. I want you to hold me, tight. Like I’m someone you never want to let go of. I don’t know. Maybe that’s all I need. I want you to make me feel like you want me.”

“You don’t feel like I want you?”, “I do, but I want to feel like you want me more than for sex. Like you want me in your whole life.” John puzzled for a moment, wondering how he had failed to show her just how badly he wanted her. Needed her.  “Put your glass down and come here.” John waited for Emerald to discard her glass and candy to the awaiting side table. He lifted the covers and watched as her soft, toasted caramel complected skin floated across the bed to be next to him. He enveloped her torso until there was no space between their naked skin. “Is this tight enough” he asked as he kissed her cheek. He tightened his grip when he felt her shake her head. He could feel her warm tears slip in between the shallow crevice where her cheek and his chest met. She pushed away from him and sat up to hold her face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. I know this isn’t really our thing or in our agreement.”  John reached around Emerald’s back to pull her closer to him, “Maybe we can rewrite our terms”. The silence came back. It hung gingerly above them as both were trying to proceed with caution. “I do want you in my whole life” John said as he kissed her temple. “I care for you a lot too. I didn’t want to scare you away. I know you got out of a shitty thing when we met, and I didn’t want you to think I was trying to take advantage of our friendship. I’m not really sure what to do.” “Just keep holding me” was all Emerald said.