i also love lars and the real girl 🌷 and blade runner 2049 🟧
i have immense fondness for blue valentine 👩❤️👨 fall guy 🎬 and crazy stupid love 🍕
and i am obsessed with the music he has made, especially his dead man's bones era 🎃
i love ryan as an artist (actor, musician, director, writer) and love to talk about the work he does on his projects. i also make edits so you might expect to see them sometime in this space. i wish to try my hand at fic writing when i have more time, because as it turns out almost all his characters are great muses.
would love to interact with more fans of his work here!!! i'm planning to post regularly here so i'd be v happy if you follow me :)) also, send me asks or messages any time if u wish to chat or even just fangirl about one of his characters hehe
Lars and the Real Girl dealt so much emotional damage that I just wasn't ready for. Easily one of my top favorite films to date. Lars is such a sweetheart.
Canada had sex with America, and then they made the two of them and they’re twins. And both of them tried to eat each other in the womb, but they didn’t. They survived. And because of the trauma, they both became actors. - Jake Gyllenhaal
The other characters are always referencing the "hot brother" but it's never clarified which one is the hot brothers and its driving them insane cause its so super integral to the plot for them to know whos the hot brother
Part of the joke is that they both think that they're the Hot Brother and get really heated when its even SLIGHTLY insinuated that its the other one. Something something men with egos and brotherly competitiveness
hello👀👀 kinda nervous sending this bec idrk how you send prompt asks but.... for the gentleness prompts that you reblogged, would you like to do recovery with luke glanton, or breathe for officer k?
thank you for this request omg ive been wanting to write for k for so long
i havent watched place beyod the pines yet, so i went with option 2 :)
hope you enjoy!!! <3
prompt: breathe (find the prompt list here)
summary: he wishes he could tell you all the things you made him feel, but there just weren't enough words for it.
pairing: officer k x gn!reader (slightly inclined to fem but maybe it's just me)
warnings/content: swearing, weapons (gun), gunshots, death of an animal, death of a character, slight violence, kissing, lots of touching, albert camus mention, so many thoughts :)))
word count: 895
notes: ngl this stuff hits hard, even if I do say so myself - k just needs some love poor guy :( also thank you @laff-nelson for requesting, i really enjoyed writing this! hope you like ittt <3
“Don’t - you don’t have to do this, I know you can-“
“I’m sorry.”
There was a void look on Officer K’s face when he shot the old replicant down, and watched his body thud on the floor.
The chained dog on the side started to howl, scratching at the floor to get closer to its dead owner. It was thin, barely skin and bones, but it seemed loyal.
He has a pet, I’ve gathered, he remembered Lt. Joshi saying. If you see it, kill it.
The dog seemed to know it’s end was near. It ceased to bark and looked up at him. It looked as if it was begging.
He raised his arm with practised aim.
If you see it, kill it.
K didn’t mean for his eyes to close when he shot the animal.
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“Your baseline is admirable, but not your best, K.”
K lowered his head. “I apologize, ma’am. I-“
“Was it because of the dog?”
There was silence. K looked up, only just meeting Joshi’s eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but she spoke before he could.
“You’re a fucking Blade Runner, K,” she said, staring rather uninmpressedly at him. “This is pathetic.”
K’s skin prickled. A heavy feeling of guilt weighed down in his stomach. He didn’t divert his gaze, but only because he was far too ashamed to do anything.
He didn’t like being disappointing her in any way. It hurt. That was the only way he could describe it.
For a moment, he felt like the dog he killed.
Obedient. Loyal. Docile.
At the mercy of his owner.
“I apologize, ma’am,” he said again, but quietly.
Joshi waved a dismissive hand. K nodded, and exited the office.
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K was tired.
Tired of what, he wasn’t sure. But he could feel the exhaustion heavy on his shoulders, in his mind, his synthetic joints sore.
K unlocked the door to his house and stepped in, noticing only the dining area’s lights were switched on. He peeked, and saw you sitting at the table, reading something.
You looked up from the book and when your eyes met his, your face lit up in a way that caused his heart to flutter, his shoulders to relax, lips automatically pulling into a smile that spoke to yours.
“Hey,” you said, keeping the book aside and walking over to him.
“Hi.”
You observed him for a moment, and he knew nothing escaped your scrutiny, but he hoped you wouldn’t say anything.
And you didn’t, only reaching to remove his coat, placing it on one of the chairs, before giving him another one of your lovely smiles.
“I’m not hungry today,” he said, glancing at the utensils on the table. “Is that alright?”
You looked taken aback, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
“I’m gonna get a shower.”
“Okay.”
He kissed your temple, before walking to his room.
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When K stepped out of the shower, he felt bad.
He’d gone over the conversation he’d had with you earlier, and he was sure he’d been unnecessarily rude, and crisp.
You were always there for him. It wasn’t fair for him to do that.
He could see you sitting in bed, still reading the plainly covered book, and his breathing eased.
K removed the towel round his waist and threw it on the bed, before changing into his clothes that you had got him a few days ago, telling him it would be comfortable to wear while sleeping.
He crawled into the covers beside you, hand instinctively taking yours.
You squeezed it and leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.
“You seem to really like the book,” he said. “What is it?”
“The Stranger, by Albert Camus,” you replied, as you closed it and kept it under your pillow. “It’s an old book.”
“Hmm.”
You got closer to him, sitting up straighter, letting his arm rest on the covers over your thigh.
You seemed to be drinking him in, your gaze drifting over his face.
“You alright?” you asked casually.
K nodded, managing a smile.
You smiled back, but your eyes were still concerned.
I don’t think you are, they seemed to say.
K couldn’t help but wonder at times like these how you ever ended up here, with him, in his house. He wondered why you loved him so much, a replicant with bloody hands, a synthetic being made to obey.
How you, a human, ever found him, a skinner to be enough for you.
But then your hands glided across his cheek to stroke his hair so lovingly, so gently, and every such doubt disintegrated, his mind only aware of your touch, your affection.
“K,” you whispered, a soft plea.
Things like this made him feel real.
When his fingers found purchase in your hair, pulling you close enough that your bodies were pressed against each other, he felt real.
When his mouth pressed against yours in a soft yet feverish kiss, his lips tingling with heat, he felt real.
When he heard you mumble "oh," and clutch onto the neckline of his shirt, head tilting into the kiss, nails faintly scratching against his skin, he felt real.
When he felt your arms wrap around his back and embrace him like he meant the world to you, he felt real.
gotta love how ryan gosling just sneaks depth into every character he plays. anyways this is about colt shaking his leg in nervousness and almost bursting into tears when he realizes they're about to burn him alive
