#joe bonham

[yorkiegreggsart]

What the hell does liberty mean anyhow?

[glass0fchaos]

And he was warned, he just didin't listen.

They are so tragic it actually breaks my heart ): (btw this book literally saved me while writing essay in school🙏🙏) (I'll propably post updated version of this drawning cause I hate how the lower part looks)

[glowstone33]

me and my fandom from the 60s and my nonexistent anti war 1939 fandom never heard of as a crossshipping pair

[studioedelnoier]

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Edit: @studioedelnoier

CONTENT WARNING AND SPOILER ALERT FOR THE FOLLOWING CAPTION

For those who have seen the film and might be thinking: «How could you make an edit based on the film which, contrary to the song you chose, doesn't even have love as its main topic», – I know and understand what the film is about and my intention isn't to show some kind of love or to change the main focus of the film. I chose that song and pictures because I wanted to show how much the nurse and the work she does mean for Joe. Being deprived of everything else in life, thanks to her he can at least experience some kind of happiness as he's able to communicate, feel her gentle touching, Joe's not all alone anymore even though no one besides this nurse really cares about him. With my edits I intended to show that no matter how hopeless Joe's situation is, he's got that beam of light in the darkness – a person who's genuine and kind to him, who helps and understands him despite everything.

Content warning picture: @studioedelnoier

Photography: from the film «Johnny Got His Gun» by Dalton Trumbo (he/him)

Lyrics: Be Somebody by Thousand Foot Krutch band

People in the pictures: a nurse (she/her), Joe (he/him)

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[eastvillages]

the way i am, kareen, the way it is with me, you'll never grow old. because i keep you right here in my mind. and in my heart. just the way you were when i saw you last. so you see, with me, you can't get old. your hair will always stay brown, your skin will always be fresh like rain. i won't let one little wrinkle mark your face. i'll keep you beside me, young and beautiful forever. because of all the people in the world, only with me will you be safe from time.

[thatfantasylovingdork]

Please read Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo.

If the initial premise puts you off, push through and read it anyway. It’s not body horror and doom and gloom.

It’s life. It’s death. It’s humanity. It’s cruelty. It’s beauty and ugliness and hope and darkness and light.

You will never see war and humanity the same way again. It should be read in schools. It should be read by every politician. It should be read by the whole world.

Give it a shot. You won’t regret it. I promise.

[dirkcipherart]

What started out as a quick study for a project turned into... this. Granted, it still fits with the subject matter of the project, being that it's my interpretation of the main character from Johnny Got His Gun.

[eastvillages]

please, don't let me forget his voice (his voice)

fuckming. dalton trumbos johnny got his gun fanfiction.. there was none so i made my own no tw a letter from kareen i am quite proud of this so please give it a chance if you feel so inclined even if you haven't heard of the source material

dear joe bonham, i don't know where you are, i don't know whether your dead or alive and i don't think i even want to know. i hope wherever you are you remember me, and i hope you think about me, at least once in a blue moon. i think the not knowing is easier than the knowing. i think i can pretend in my mind that you're okay, you're somewhere and you're safe, but i know that isn't true. over these years, i've gotten married to another man. i don't love him, but he can provide for me. i hate to say the truth, that i don't love him, but you're the only person that i’ll ever be able to love. i feel like i’m forgetting bits and pieces of you, i cant remember what your voice sounded like anymore. the memories are blurry and unclear, but the feelings remain. like salt in the sea, i carry them, and they stay with me every single day. and every night i ache for you. oh, joe, all i wish is for you to come back to me. that would be the greatest thing. i had a bad feeling about you fighting from the start. oh, you should've listened to me! you big dummy! why couldn't you have listened to me?! i cant help but feel mad at you, but i know it isn't your fault. i just want to see you again, that's all i want. i want you to hold me while were both topless in the sheets. i want your warm big hands around my waist. i want your lips on mine. i want to feel whole again. i want to play with your stupid blonde wisps of hair, oh joe, all i ever wanted to be was yours. and maybe in some other life, were dancing and kissing and laughing under the night sky. the moon and all of the stars are glimmering. and your eyes are glowing, and you're getting all flustered because of how much you love me. you were the first person that i ever truly loved, i hope you know that. and i hope wherever you are, you miss me and you ache for me just as much as i do for you. i miss you more everyday as you become a further away memory, something i lost along the way. you're a wound that keeps opening. i think that i've moved on, that i've quit worrying about you and that i'm beginning to move on with my own life and worry about myself, and i think all of these thoughts have subsided, but they haven't, and i'm not sure if they ever will. i think i miss you more everyday. i wish you wrote to me, i wish i had letters, i wish i could read your writing over and over again. but all i have are memories, and memories fade, and once the memories i have of you fade i don’t think ill ever forgive myself. i love you, and ill never stop loving you. ill love you forever and always, ill love you tomorrow and a year from now and a decade from now and i'll love you on the day that i die. love, kareen.