Stop callin' me Junior!

Private & Exclusive Indiana Jones. Written by Taylor :)

[piraticalarchive]

 ❛ One cannot at least withhold  a reluctant  admiration           for the wit that had conceived so bold a scheme,                             and the fell genius with which it was carried out .. ❜  

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SENTENCE STARTERS | UNCHARTED : DRAKE’S FORTUNE

❝ Are you sure you want to be defiling your ancestor’s remains like this? ❞ ❝ History can be wrong, you know. ❞ ❝ Unless you wanna end up in jail, we should probably handle this ourselves. ❞ ❝ Using a gun is like using a camera. You just point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ Less talking, more shooting! ❞ ❝ …I just can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I? ❞ ❝ I had everything under control…until they blew up the boat. ❞ ❝ Well, if it isn’t the beautiful and talented ____! ❞ ❝ What do you say we get out of here before we attract any more attention? ❞ ❝ A man/woman only interested in the climax. You must be a real hit with the men/ladies. ❞ ❝ You don’t need to worry about me. I can hold my own. ❞ ❝ Do you realise that this could be the biggest story of the year?! ❞ ❝ Hold on…I’m not as young as I used to be. ❞ ❝ Well, this is just great…Another goddamn dead end. ❞ ❝ I’m not looking for a lousy piece of tin, I’m looking for treasure! ❞ ❝ All’s fair in love and war. ❞ ❝ Can you imagine the amount of money something like this would be worth?! ❞ ❝ Wow…Now there’s something you don’t see everyday. ❞ ❝ Okay, looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way… ❞ ❝ This lead better not be another wild goose chase again. ❞ ❝ You should mind your manners. This is, after all, just business. ❞ ❝ ____’s dead, and we’re next if we don’t get out of here. ❞ ❝ Have you always been this popular? ❞ ❝ I always seem to attract the scum of the Earth…No offence. ❞ ❝ This isn’t gonna be a vacation, you know. It’ll be dangerous. ❞ ❝ Strangers are trying to kill us and our friends are missing, likely dead. Great start. ❞ ❝ I know I’m not a big time treasure hunter like you, but at least I didn’t get arrested. ❞ ❝ I doubt you’re gonna find treasure stuck in there. How’d you get yourself in this mess? ❞ ❝ Always ready to make an enemy, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ Tell you what – lead me to the treasure, and I just might let you live. ❞ ❝ Honestly…How much trouble could one girl/boy be…? ❞ ❝ Did you really think you could escape from moi? ❞ ❝ I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re kinda outnumbered here. ❞   ❝ I don’t need your bullet ridden corpse on my conscience. Let’s go! ❞ ❝ Y’know, I read a story once about this cursed treasure…You don’t suppose that– ❞ ❝ Woah, you’re reading. Not just a grave robber after all, huh? ❞ ❝ I’m a lot of things, sure, but one thing I’m not is a back-stabber. ❞ ❝ Either I rescue you, or I beat the crap out of you. Hell, I might beat the crap out of you anyway. ❞ ❝ Would you slow down? There could be enemies up ahead. ❞ ❝ Well, you’re looking awfully good for a corpse… ❞ ❝ You sit tight while I look around. One person will make a lot less noise than two. ❞ ❝ Really, sometimes I think you left your brains back in the slum where I found you. ❞ ❝ Chasing this treasure of yours is proving to be more trouble than it’s worth. ❞ ❝ Well, this just keeps getting better and better… ❞   ❝ If we don’t make it out of here, I just want you to know…that I hate your guts! ❞ ❝ You should realise by now that I plan for every contingency. Now drop your weapon. ❞ ❝ I’m the only person in this damn place who knows what the hell he’s/she’s doing! ❞ ❝ You’re so pathetic, scrambling around for your petty little treasures. ❞ ❝ Do you have any idea what something like this is worth to the right buyer? ❞ ❝ What a day…saving the world, triumphing over evil – pretty typical. ❞ ❝ It’s a shame that we’re leaving this place empty handed… ❞ ❝ You’ve got a funny idea of what it means to be romantic! ❞

[whysnakes]

this is such a chill blog why am i not over here more

[whysnakes]

@twisted-but-pretty

“Well, at your age I’d place a sizable wager on the latter.” The remark is accompanied by a side-eye that even Killian would have been proud of, his deadpan delivery a thing of beauty, just enough to get under his companion’s skin but not enough to be over the top. “But then again inability to determine whether someone is joking is said to be the first sign of senility…”

“Are you kidding me?” Hell, thats the kind of thanks you got when you raised someone, taught them everything they knew and then some and never once asked for some kind of reward for it. Yep. that was it.  “Wipe that smirk off your face, kid. Your little boy toy isn’t here to see it.” Cocking his head to the side Indiana allowed a grin to slip through his otherwise hard expression, fingers adjusting the fedora atop his head as he settled back into his seat. “I oughta let you have it - but instead I’m gonna remind you that if I go senile, its your ass that gets bogged down with me. So if I were you - I’d be prayin’ it wasn’t that time quite yet.”

[whysnakes]

matriarcarivera‌:

“You would run faster if you did not talk so much at the same time,” Imelda protested with a roll of the eyes, pulling the man down a small side street that served as a short cut to her zapataría without having to run through a dozen winding dirt roads of Santa Cecilia. She pulled him again on another turn, and paid no attention to any of his comments or his preguntas until they were in sight of her casa. 

One last dash pulled him across the street to the door. “I like to be called by my name” She told him as she turned the handle, rolling her eyes at his wink, and opened the door, grabbing him by his camisa to shove him inside,  following after him and closing the door behind them. “Which is Imelda” She finished, turning the lock on the door.

“Ahora…who are you, señor?“

For a moment he could rest, the click of the door behind them saw to that - and with a swipe of one arm across his brow Indiana sighed, leaning against the wall in an effort to keep himself propped up. Damn - even the shade of the indoors was hot. “’Imelda.” He wouldn’t be able to wipe the grin off his face even if he tried, so instead the archeologist fixed her with a grin, fingers moving to smooth down the crease she had created in his shirt. “Indiana. Jones.” Head cocked to the side as he answered her question, hazel eyes flickering briefly across her face before darting towards the one window in the room. 

Moving to peek outside, satisfied that his unlooked for savior had indeed done a good job of savin’ him, Indiana turned back to her, eyes lighting up with that same shit eating grin. “Say - you’re not gonna start beatin’ me ‘round the head with your shoe again, are ya? Because I gotta say, sister - “ He faltered on the word only the slightest bit. Hell - a man oughta be able to rely on nicknames, even if they were a bit offensive. “ - Imelda.” Correcting himself, he continued on, seemingly unperturbed by any action on her part. “ - those guys out there would sure be glad to join ya.”

[welcometothepartypal]

Raiders of the Lost Ark

[ford-costner-brosnan-deactivate]

Just in case you need reminding how hot he is…

[whysnakes]

dxdger‌:

“After a fashion anyhow,” Dodger muttered, not near denying the professor’s point though. The bloke could be right stubborn, couldn’t he just, ‘specially when he got a notion in his head, and Dodger shook his own head.

Really, he had no one to blame but himself for landing in the middle of another of the professor’s mad schemes. Knew that it would see him in the heat of one explosion or another, shots firing, and horns honking. If Dodger was really truly figuring on the quiet life, he could just tell the archeologist ‘no’ next time. And yet, as he twisted the wheel again, shifting the car into a higher gear, he knew he’d find himself back in the same place.

Sparing a glance at whatever the bloke unwrapped, his eyebrows danced to his hairline. “What’s that grubby thing gotta do with Singapore?”

“Grubby? Why I oughta - “ Just what he oughta do was cut short as they rounded a nasty bend and it was all the professor could do to keep upright. “Jeez Dodger, you tryin’ to make their job of killin’ us easier or what?” Turning back to the object in hand, wiping away the remnants of dust in the off chance it held anything else of value, Indiana let out a whistle, grin splitting from ear to eat. “This, kid, is a manifesto for a British convoy that headed out to a few locations after the end of World War Two. Somewhere out there is a load of gold bullions, known as Yamashita’s Gold,  and I’m bettin’ my ass that its in Singapore. Most people think it a myth or that its somewhere in the Phillipines but I got an idea that - well. I’ll spare ya the details. You just focus on drivin’ and gettin’ us the hell out of here.” 

Taking a moment to tuck the paper back into his front pocket, the archaeologist glanced behind them, noting the distance that Dodger had managed to put between them and his newest bunch of friends. Clapping the kid on the shoulder Indy motioned to a street up ahead, reaching up to adjust his trademarked fedora. “Take a left up there, will ya? I know a guy with a plane who owes me a few favors.”

[whysnakes]

Mixed messages, that’s what’s wrong with the universe.

“Its not exactly a mixed message, sweetheart...” Fingers adjusted the fedora on his head as hazel eyes carefully combed the dirt encrusted floor around them for any .. unwanted.. guests. Hell, the last thing he needed was Lara Croft and some damned snakes ... talk about ruinin’ a guy for lunch. Satisfied they were alone for the moment Indy turned towards her once more, one hand reaching out to pluck the manuscript from her fingers. “Its simple. I’ll go and get the jewel ... you stay here and keep the bugs company. Thats not so mixed now, is it?”

[scruffy-boy]

just wanna be pinned down and kissed slowly

[whysnakes]

sovietperil‌:

          ❛   my employers have reason to  TAKE INTEREST  in your work, doctor jones.  on those grounds, among others, I suggest you take the time to let me buy you a drink.   ❜       //       @whysnakes.  suggestive starters.

“ And I suggest you take the time to give me your name, pal. Employers or not I’m not accustomed to sharing my time with just any Tom, Dick or Harry who asks. “

[spielbergdaily]

I suddenly remembered Charlemagne. “Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky.”

[whysnakes]

matriarcarivera‌:

“Sweetheart?” Imelda repeated, brown eyes widening with furious indignation. She had never let anyone, anyone ever, call her sweetheart in any way. Not querida, not cariño, not hermosa. Many men had tried it and they had all been met with the same reply; a slap, a smack and a very sharp word. It was no different now. Imelda was quick to slip off the shoe she had made herself and hit him around the arm with it, “I am not your sweetheart” She would have said more, quizás hit him more also, but her eyes followed the line of his gaze and saw the tension in the way she had stood. She had not lived through the revolución without learning how to recognise trouble when she saw it. 

“Ay,” She sighed loudly in frustration and after slipping her boot back on quickly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him firmly in the direction of her zapatería. If he wanted a drink he could have it there, not in the taberna where they played De La Cruz all day and all night. “And I am not your sister, either” She added as she dragged him along.

What a woman. Allowing himself to be pulled down the street, fingers of his other hand reaching up to keep his treasured fedora in place, Indiana pulled a face, grimacing at the ache in his side. “Hell, sweetheart ... I think you busted my spleen.” Pulling back slightly in the off chance she tried to clock him again the professor gave his best try at a charming smile - kind of hard to pull off when you were stumbling your way down some street.”Not sweetheart then, or sister either ... so what do you like bein’ called? If you’re gonna assault a guy with your shoe and then drag him down the road the least you can do is give him your name.” 

Grinning all the wider despite what he was sure was a precarious situation, Indy gave her a wink, all but momentarily forgetting the group behind him that was out for his blood. “I can’t thank a woman without knowing what to call her now, can I?”

[whysnakes]

dxdger‌:

“And so’s your’s,” Dodger returned, smile growing at his own little joke before flicking back to the noise behind the doctor. Of course the bloke’d never settle down, ‘least not without a very good cause, and of course he’d appear in Dodger’s life again in the rush of an angry mob. That all seemed just be how the famous Indiana Jones operated, wasn’t it just. 

Catching the keys deftly, he shrugged a little. ‘Less he was working for the archaeologist, he didn’t find himself driving much. Not the fastest way to get ‘round, was it, at least in London. “Bit like riding a bike, ain’t it just, ‘cept with an extra set of wheels. Who you needing to run from this time? Figure I have a right of knowing seeing as I’m most like gonna be shot at for it.” Dodger didn’t doubt his own abilities to see them away in any event.

His smile faded the slightest bit at Dodger’s question, hazel eyes flashing for the briefest of moments as one finger raised up to point rather emphatically. “Hey - I don’t run from anybody, pal. I just ... leave the party earlier than most folks sometimes.” Grin returning, Indiana strode forward, placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder for the barest of moments. “Speaking of parties, this one seems to be wrapping up. How ‘bout I show you your new chariot on wheels, huh?” Not waiting for an answer, the sounds of pursuit were growing louder after all, the professor strode forward, hurrying Dodger along beside him. “I feel like I oughta apologize for always dragging you into things, kid .. but if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were starting to find it fun.”

[whysnakes]

“ Hey - forget the goddamned manuscripts.” Careful to ignore the bodies strewn around them (sometimes things just couldn’t be avoided), the professor made his way across the blood soaked floor to the woman who looked as if she were on her last bit of faith. “Hey, hey - “ Hell he was bad at this kind of stuff. For a moment Indiana found himself wishing they weren’t alone, wishing that for once maybe he had brought even the likes of Marcus along, but wishes were fruitless and Lara needed help, not could’ve beens. Gingerly resting a hand on her shoulder he squatted beside her, fingers of his other hand taking the papers from her shaking hands. “You okay?” 

He bit back a sigh - hell of course she wasn’t okay -  and for a moment he floundered, taking a second to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand. Damn it was hot in there. “Sometimes - “   Sometimes what? A million cliches ran through his head, each more asinine than the last and Indiana finally gave in with a sigh, fingers reaching to squeeze Lara’s own as he rose to his feet, voice soft and quiet. “Come on, Croft. You need a drink.”

Or three.

@bcrnsurvivcr continued from here

[whysnakes]

between @bcrnsurvivcr and @empireburned i’m never gonna get off this blog

[whysnakes]

“Uncle? Hell, Marian. Can’t a guy be nice without giving in all the time?” Lips twitched upwards at the corners into a smile that belied any discomfiture behind his words, hand reaching upwards to rest gentle fingers across the ones that pressed against his collar. “You’re really somethin’, sweetheart, you know that?” No doubt they’d be back at it within the week, but with a woman like Marion a guy had to take what he could get when he could get it. “There’s somethin’ I’ve been meaning to do ... “

Stepping away the slightest bit, one finger tilting her chin up and smile growing ever wider as gaze met her own, the professor leant the slightest bit down, placing his fedora atop her own head and sealing it with a gentle brush of his lips against hers. Breaking away, relishing in the fact they could enjoy this moment - a breath of fresh air amongst many a harebrained adventure - Indy cocked his head, studying her with warm hazel eyes. “We oughta get you one of these .. “ He playfully hit the brim of the hat, grinning all the wider as it covered her eyes. “You’re startin’ to look kinda good in ‘em.”

@empireburned continued from here