STUNTMAN

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floridian-delights·:

Leonie gave a laugh at his words, shaking her head with a grin “Does that one usually land?” she wondered, her expression full of mirth to show that she was joking herself. “Of course I have, he’s running for Oscars all the time” she nodded.

“I’m his stunt double. Butch Steele, pleasure to meet you.” Maybe she recognized him from interviews, or red carpet accompaniment. Butch was never big in the spotlight, but discernible to fans maybe.

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“I feel like I have seen you somewhere before…” Leonie couldn’t help but say to the other beside her, her eyes narrowing slightly at the man as she tried to pin just where it was from “Perhaps you simply have one of those faces?” she offered when she couldn’t come up an answer. 

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“Maybe I’m the man from your dreams.” He laughed, hopefully she wouldn’t take him too seriously. “Ever heard of Matthew Ryder?” Sure she had. Everyone knew him. He was a household name, an A-list celeb.

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“Of course, Ryder would be here. You two may as well be husbands at this point” she said with an eyeroll, trying to swallow down her anger, feeling her anxiety of having to see the old crowd. “Look, Butch, whilst I’m one for the old times, I’m really not wanting to be….Discovered here” she said carefully, not wanting to offend him, feeling her worry beginning to spike about her ex, if Butch and Matthew had found her, it’d only be a matter of time until she did, and that wasn’t a conversation she wanted just yet. “Small world indeed, bud..”

“Husbands,” a chuckle. “Everything but the paperwork, really.” It was true, they were closer than most pals. But it didn’t bother Butch at all when people pointed it out. “Well, hell, Xena. I ain’t gonna alert the presses. Just came by to say hello. That’s it. Not a word from me. How have you been, anyway?” it was the perfect question. An invitation for her to bring up any aspect of her life she desired. And the bad shit? Well, that was up to her.

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elizabeth-dxvis·:

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she needed to talk. while she was having the time of her life, she really needed to talk to a human being over 25. for some reason, there were only super young people at the beach and she honestly wasn’t feeling the vibe. and the person she needed was kate. they hadn’t seen each other in months and honestly, she had lost her phone number but she still remembered where she lived and god knew that kate would be more than happy to see her. kate was the person who told her to come to elmerton, kate was completely different from elizabeth - she wild and free and it was no surprise that she lived in a bungalow on the outskirts. the blonde stopped her car in front of it, putting on her shades and got out heading straight to kate’s place. she was about to ring the door, when she saw that a totally different car was parked outside the garage and elizabeth knew that kate would never sell her old mustang. she glanced around for a few long seconds before seeing someone on the roof, the sun making it hard to focus who or what was on that roof.  “hello…hey…kate, babe, is that you?”

when matthew first moved into the quaint holiday home, he had it inspected by a professional. everything was in tip-top shape----- except the roof. they told him it was decent, but could definitely use a brand spankin’ new set of shingles. upon hearing this, butch immediately volunteered himself for the job. but ryder was quick to decline, AND when he finally agreed to let butch lead the project solo, he insisted on paying him. ‘your money’s no good here, pal, just put it towards my tab,’ is what butch fired back with. and that was why he was up on the roof. not a cloud in sight, had to be well over ninety degrees. he removed his white tshirt, using the garment as a serviette to wipe the sweat from his forehead. EEERCH, the sound of tires on hot florida pavement. a visitor?? not too suspicious. but matthew & his wife were out for the day. she walked up the front pathway with a certain familiarity. “no kate here, but hey, you’re welcome to call me babe if you feel inclined. i don’t mind.” he hollered his response from the rooftop, a chuckle & grin were certainly audible. he stomped his way over to the ladder, keeping a careful balance. after the descent he approached the woman. “i think you might have the wrong house, miss. i don’t know anyone by the name of KATE.”

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Premiere of Brothers, Cannes Film Festival (2018). Matthew Ryder (@matthew-ryder​) & Butch Steele.

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Seeing DOUBLE: Xena Danvers (@floridian-delights​) & Butch Steele, stunt doubles on-set for their latest action flick (photo taken in 2005).

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floridian-delights·:

“Well, it’s only been a couple of years since we last actually saw each other in passing, but at least 15 years of knowing each other” she admitted, she knew full well that Butch knew all about her accident, about how she’d had her leg and arms crushed and that her bones were more metal than actual bone now, not to mention the scars that even CGI would have a hard time editing out. “It depends, who else is with you?” she said after a moment, sitting on a stool opposite him

The margin of error for a stunt double was critical. A matter of life or death, really. And it could happen to any one of em. Too many variables to chalk it up to skill, maybe it was just a matter of luck. But he figured he wouldn’t throw her accident into the verbal mix. Not now, at least. Pleasantries first. “Here, now? No one. In town? I think you could figure a pretty good guess.” A sugary grin, then two gulps of liquor. “The Hollywood hotshot himself.” Of course he was talking about Matthew Ryder. Even back then, when Xena was around, the pair spent more time together than they did apart. Dynamic duo, like Reynolds & Needham. “You should stop by his place sometime. He lives hilltop,” he pointed at the ceiling, vaguely referencing the direction. “His jaw’ll be on the floor when I tell him who I saw today. Small world, eh?”

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hey guys!!! im working on making some icons for butch cause all of brad pitt’s gifs just aint giving me the right ~~vibes //: oof. but anyways, im around for plots, and ill do replies later!!!!

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Xena had taken to life in Florida much better than she originally thought she would have. The club was her little safe space that she’d bought with her saved millions and had taken to enjoying in her secret art- the piano. The woman was happily busying herself as she played one of her favourite songs, an acoustic version of ‘We are Golden’ by Mika, she played effortlessly and with a happiness that hadn’t been seen on her face in nearly two years after her accident that had killed her career in Hollywood and her relationship with the woman she loved. Once finished she stood up from the piano and gave a small bow before heading off the stage and to the bar, the woman freezing up when she saw Butch…One that she hadn’t expected to see “Who sent you after me?” she greeted, having figured that her friends and family had caught up with her.

“Who sent me??” Worthy of reiteration. “Ain’t nobody sending Butch Steele anywhere. I just heard some whispers around town that you ran this joint, and I figured I’d come take a look———- thank you, miss.” He spoke sideways at the server who’d just dropped off his drink. “How long’s it been now? Fifteen years?” They’d worked on several movie sets together. Clinking Corona’s at the end of a long shoot, swapping stories of injury, and detailing their thrills for the day. Countless training sessions and mock fights. Those were the glory days, eh? Not much had changed for Butch. Except the regularity of those paid gigs. “Got time for an old friend?”

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FOURTEEN DAYS. Give or take. It was a bottomless vacation, no need to keep track of the calendar. Consider it a semi-retirement, of sorts. Wouldn’t be fiscally responsible of the man to tap out now. Sure, he was one hell of a saver, not much for extravagance—— but his gig on Hollywood sets didn’t even begin to compare to the paychecks of his coworkers. The midday sun was hot on his denim laden back. The jazz bar’s parking lot was nearly empty. Tuesday afternoon crowd, he figured. Word around town was that an old friend ran this swanky club. Someone from his Hollywood roots, late 90s probably? The timeline in Butch’s head all kinda bled together, black ink on damp paper. Low & behold, there she was. Aged, sure, but she still had that same beauty from all those years ago. Just more elegant now, maybe. He took a seat at one of the empty round tables, side stage, right in front of the piano. A waiter appeared moments later, PROMPT SERVICE. “Whiskey neat, please.” She hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy soulfully pressing keys into a lulling melody. But he figured it wouldn’t be long. And honestly, he wasn’t sure how she’d react to the uninvited character from her past——— a history she’d long moved on from.

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matthew-ryder·:

The roar of the engine turning each corner of the gated community would have been enough to wake the neighbourhood, luckily the  pair were arriving midday––– more than enough time for the old friends and colleagues to to drink their hearts contents. ❛ I know what a violin is, alright? It’s got like a tiny guitar  with those stringy things––– wait, you’re just fucking with me. ❜ Ryder came to the conclusion a bit late, gently slapping Butch on the shoulder. Upon hearing the confirmation he so desperately needed about the Oscar, he nodded proudly and leaned against the window. ❛ You’re God damn right, Butch. Robbed indeed. ❜ Finally the car came to a stop, the custom muffler ceasing to exist in that moment as they sat idle. Ryder turned his attention to Butch, brow arching at the mention of a six pack. ❛ Sounds like someone wants to watch a little Matthew Ryder marathon that ends with my personal creation, and wonderful blend of iced margaritas. Care to join me inside, Buddy? ❜ The words followed with him exiting the Ferrari, gently closing the door behind him.

Butch whistled a tune as he exited the car and rounded his way to the backside of the automobile to pop the trunk----- some dusty cowboy soundtrack in his head. Probably something from an old black & white his father used to watch. “Matthew Ryder, featuring Butch Steele, don’t you forget that, now.” SLAM, the trunk latched closed. He tossed the car keys to Matt, they were undeniably in sync with one another. The house key was hanging somewhere on that ring. “What do you mean it’ll END with margaritas?? Huh? I say you whip up some of that shit right now. About enough time to let me take Brandy around the block.” And that’s how it went. Butch took his German Sheppard for a stroll while Ryder blended a particularly strong batch of icy margaritas. Three hours of television, cigarettes and liquor aplenty. Their seats on adjacent couches would become the night’s resting spots. Lazy slumber until the sun rose again the next day.

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❛ LOOK––– it’s suppose to be the classiest place in town, practically a Matthew Ryder calling card, if you ask me. Yet, they got this motherfucker on the saxophone straight out of a trailer park. No offence. Kid can’t play worth shit, and he’s up there jamming out like he’s the from Led Zepplin. ❜ And so the rant began, a classic conversation for the pair whenever they left a joint. Butch, puffing away on a cigarette as Matthew complained yet again about something he truly carried little about. But like always, the conversation would take a violent shift to his true feelings. ❛ Reminded me of the Oscars, ya know? Oh, and that JEFF GOLDBLUM fucker, definitely didn’t deserve the award over me, ya feel? I swear, I could out act that stuttering bastard anyday. Right, buddy? ❜ Matthew turned his attention to the window side, gazing out at the scenery of his neighbourhood. He’d gotten lucky in his bid, snatching up the nicest, most secluded hillside bungalow in all of Elmerton.

“I’d be hard-pressed to believe that you could tell a damn VIOLIN from a saxophone,” a hearty chuckle, accompanied by the release of smoke clouds. “So why don’t you try being content with your ass on a barstool, sipping a whiskey sour, keeping your complaints inside that noggin of yours??” his right hand jutted out, referencing the younger man’s head, cigarette tucked between an index & middle finger. Another laugh. Were you really BEST FRIENDS if you couldn’t take a ribbing every now and again? Heh, probably not. That’s what Butch figured. Oh, here it came------ the real reason for Ryder’s bitter mood. “Hey, hey, hey----” an interjection into his friend’s hateful ramblings. “You’re preaching to the choir, alright? Ain’t nobody out there that could tell me JEFF GOLDBLUM deserved that Oscar over Matthew fucking Ryder. Alright? You listen to me, kid. You got robbed.” How many times had he given this pep talk?? “I got a six-pack in the trunk.” Raised brows as they pulled into the driveway.

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The Jazz Bar–––– usually his go-to for his afternoon liquor fix, but today things weren’t going the Matthew Ryder way. Three whiskey neats later and he found himself suffering through yet another poor excuse for a saxophone performance. Perhaps he was a little on edge from the lack of Hollywood exposure as of late, or maybe the fella on stage was truly the epitome of shit. Either way, it was time for Ryder to find his exit. A quick glance at his watch reminded him of the time, 3:55PM, meaning his ride would be right around the corner in five. Rising to his feet, his placed a cigarette between his lips and quickly exited the joint. The cig dangled from his lips as he allowed the smoke to escape through his nostrils, his eyes lingering on the side street before him. Elmerton wasn’t much, but it happened to be quaint and friendly––– a nice escape from the flood of paparazzis. The silence was endearing, but it only lasted a few moments before the flood of the 1961 custom muffler drilled into the air. The muffler itself, a request from his old Buddy Butch, and when he made a request––– money was no issue for Ryder. ❛ Right on time, old buddy. ❜ Without question or hesitation, Ryder strided towards the Ferrari and slid into the passenger seat. ❛ Get me the Hell out of here, I can’t stand the ambiance anymore. It’s killing my vibe, Butch. ❜

It wasn’t rare for Ryder to have a chip in his shoulder. In fact, Butch was pretty sure it was permanent—— irreparable, maybe. “C’mere, ol’ buddy. The doctor is in. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Butch held the clutch and slid into first gear. He had no qualms with lending an ear to his pal. Hell, it was his favourite pastime. Matthew bitching from the passenger side, while he steered them home. He tuned the volume knob, just a few notches above zero. He figured they were heading back to the Hollywood’s star’s residence, even had a six-pack tucked away in the trunk. Now it was time for him to light his own vice. Marlboro Reds, left breast pocket of his short sleeve button down. No flame though, instead opting for the in-car lighter—— it burnt a HOT shade of amber, pressing embers into the paper rolled tobacco. Sharp right hand turn, heading uphill now. Nothing but the best for Matthew Ryder. And the best in Elmerton? A hillside bungalow overlooking the town. 

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Top down, Herman’s Hermit’s blaring. It was a sunny day in Florida. Well, everyday in July was a sunny day. And humid. Fuck, was it humid. The choice in music may have seemed a bit odd, but it was his dad’s favourite group. Familiar and soothing. The hazy memory of needle scratching black vinyl. His childhood in Vegas. Now cruising in a black 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California spider. The car famously owned by Jane Fonda. No, HE didn’t own it. It belonged to Matthew Ryder----- the classic automobile had been added to his collection six months ago. Butch opted for the vintage ride, opposed to his pal’s redesigned Audi R8. He’d always been a bit antiquated. It was four in the afternoon, time to fetch his Hollywood superstar from the jazz bar. Maybe they had a Monday Happy Hour?? Butch hadn’t really found his bearings in this town yet. “Someone order valet??” he hollered out the passenger side window. There he was. Bonafide celebrity, getting his fix of nicotine. “Hop in, partner.” Southern charm? Sure, we’ll call it that.

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hey everyone !!! i’ll be online for plotting & threads in about 2 hours ish ~~ in the meantime come look at butch’s bio and send me messages so we can plot something!!!! 

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task 001: butch steele

place in society

FINANCIAL: wealthy | moderate | poor. MEDICAL: fit | moderate | sickly | disabled. CLASS: upper | middle | working | unsure. EDUCATION: no schooling | some high school | high school degree | vocational training | bachelors | masters | ph.d. | other. CRIMINAL RECORD: yes, for major crimes | yes, for minor crimes | no.

family

MARITAL STATUS: married - happily | married - unhappily | engaged | partnered | single | divorced | separated. OFFSPRING: has (a) child(ren) | no, but wants children | no, and doesn’t want children.   SIBLINGS: close with sibling(s) | not close with sibling(s) | has no siblings | sibling(s) are deceased. YOUTH: orphaned | fostered | adopted | disowned | raised by birth parent (father).

beliefs

RELIGIOUS STRUCTURE: monotheist | polytheist | atheist | agnostic. RELIGIOUS: orthodox | liberal | in between | not religious. BELIEF IN GHOSTS OR SPIRITS: yes | no | don’t know | don’t care. BELIEF IN AN AFTERLIFE: yes | no | don’t know | don’t care. BELIEF IN REINCARNATION: yes | no | don’t know | don’t care. BELIEF IN ALIENS: yes  | no | don’t know | don’t care. PHILOSOPHICAL: yes | no.

sexual and romantic orientation

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | asexual | pansexual. SEXUAL APPETITE: sex-repulsed | sex-neutral | sex favorable. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic | homoromantic | biromantic | aromantic | panromantic. ROMANTIC APPETITE: romance repulsed | romance neutral | romance favorable. SEXUALLY: adventurous | experienced | naive | inexperienced | curious. POTENTIAL SEXUAL PARTNERS: male | female | agender | other | none | all. POTENTIAL ROMANTIC PARTNERS: male | female | agender | other | none | all.

abilities

COMBAT SKILLS: excellent | good | moderate | poor | none. LITERACY SKILLS: excellent | good | moderate | poor | none ARTISTIC SKILLS: excellent | good | moderate | poor | none TECHNICAL SKILLS: excellent | good | moderate | poor | none.

possible addictions

DRINKING ALCOHOL: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess. SMOKING: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess. OTHER NARCOTICS: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess. MEDICINAL DRUGS: never | sometimes  | frequently | to excess. INDULGENT FOOD: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess. SPLURGE SPENDING: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess. GAMBLING: never | sometimes | frequently | to excess.

strengths

adaptable | adventurous | affectionate | ambitious | artistic | athletic | assertive | beautiful | brave | charming | clever | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | courteous | creative | curious | decisive | dependable | determined | diplomatic | easy-going | enthusiastic | fair | fashionable | forgiving | friendly | fun-loving | funny | generous | gentle | hard-working | heroic | honest | hopeful | humble |  imaginative | incorruptible | intelligent | intuitive | inventive | jocular | leader | lively | loving | loyal | merciful | musical | observant | open-minded | optimistic | organized | outgoing | passionate | patient | playful | polite | popular | practical | resourceful | self-assured | selfless | sensible | sincere | strong | studious | thoughtful | tough | versatile | warm-hearted | well-intentioned | wise | witty

flaws

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessmist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic |sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

habits

nail biting | throat-clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose-picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot-tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye-rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril-flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist-clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

experiences

fallen for a character in a movie | lied about their age | finished an entire jawbreaker | been kayaking or canoeing | bungee-jumped | skydived | experimented their sexual orientation | stolen something | done a successful handstand | skipped class | flown on an plane | gotten drunk | gotten high | taken nudes | sent nudes | kissed someone of the same sex | kissed a stranger | been in a fistfight | been in handcuffs (for any reason) | fallen asleep at the movies | taken part in a talent show | cut their own hair | experienced sleep paralysis | tried lucid dreaming | thrown up on a roller coaster | chipped a tooth | gone hunting | had a bad allergic reaction | worked at a fast-food restaurant | looked through someone else’s phone without permission | changed a diaper | eaten an entire pizza by themselves | been pulled over | eaten out of a trash can | played candy crush | been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been arrested | been slapped by a parent | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | taken your anger out on someone you love | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been sexually dominant | been sexually submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

this or that

gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw or slytherin? melancholic, phlegmatic, sanguine or choleric? coffee or tea? cake or pie? cake or ice cream? ice cream or frozen yogurt? cookies or brownies? chicken or beef? hamburgers or hot dogs? waffles or pancakes? white rice or fried rice? bacon or sausage? fruit or vegetables? soup or salad? homemade or take-out? hard candy or gummies? milk chocolate, dark chocolate, or white chocolate? chocolate with caramel or chocolate with peanut butter? marinara or alfredo? hard pretzels or soft pretzels? pretzels or potato chips? salty food or sweet food?