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Pulp Fiction (1994)
bury me till I confess
Harvey Keitel & Tim Roth as Mr White/Larry Dimmick & Mr Orange/Freddy Newandyke RESERVOIR DOGS (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino
“Give me your hand. Just cancel that shit right now. You’re hurt, you’re hurt real fucking bad, but you ain’t dying!”
Lmao i had to It’s one of my favorite scenes from bobs burgers (it’s a shout out to reservoir dogs)
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Mia Wallace promo shots for the cover of Pulp Fiction ⭐️⭐️ 1994
There we go again. Wouldn't say Im obsessed. I haven't even watch the movie. But Im just so crazy about their dynamic.
Bear with me. So personally, Scorpio and Harry are like the guy and the girl in Quentin's Like A Virgin analogy in Reservoir Dogs.
Harry love fucking with criminals, his superiors and the law. They know his mo but they let him do his thing anyway. So he's used to being in control, having power. But then he meets Scorpio and its like the power shifted. Scorpio dug deep where no one has gone before. He makes Harry feel pain again.
Beatrix Kiddo
pulp matrix by joseleserrano
Dating Cliff Booth Would Include:
Just some cute little headcannons!
⚠️ Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, drug use, sexy Dilf Brad Pitt? ⚠️
The way you met was strange; you were at a gas station somewhere in the western parts of Hollywood when you saw a yellow 1966 Cadillac Coupe de Ville pull up out front. Sporting a Hawaiian shirt brighter than the sun and a cigarette dangling from his teeth, the man walked in and announced that he needed heavy duty cleaner because there was blood on the hood of his car. From whom, you didn't know but with the way he flashed his teeth at you and slicked back his hair, you knew that you were in more trouble than whomever Cliff Booth decided to beat up that day.
He had promised himself that he would never get married again after the incident, but you were too goddamn charming and the way your shorts rode up your thighs.......
His bright smile and even brighter persona is what drew you in; a nice contrast against your usual pessimistic attitude and overall sense that the universe was out to stab you in the back.
And your pessimism is what drew him in, you were always real with him and watching a smile light up your face after a joke he made was like heroin to him. And he also found it funny how you managed to trip over nothing when you were lost in your rants about how the seats in his car were too warm or how the sky hurt your eyes.
Long car rides where you share the aux cord- him usually going for something along the lines of Billy Idol and your response with the Sex Pistols.
In this instance, opposites really do attract.
But you loved him good and that's what he had been searching for, unbeknownst to him. He didn't think he would ever date someone with a significant age difference, but the fact that you were fresh into your twenties didn't seem to bother him too much.
On the occasion where you two would play-fight, you would call him grandpa and that would shut up any other insults he could come up with.
Him having pet names for you, which you usually hated but allowed him to continue.
Some examples of these would be: Darling, Babe, Princess, but his all time favorite would be little shrimp because he knew it pissed you off.
And your pet names for him were usually: Love, Babe, Love of my Life, Asshole, and Cowboy. Cowboy was because of his southern accent.....probably.
HIM HOLDING YOUR THIGH WHILE HE DRIVES LORD SAVE ME NOW
Becoming best friends with Rick Dalton because of your close proximity to Cliff all the time.
Spending time with Rick watching his movies while Cliff busies himself with making margaritas in the kitchen.
To which you drink with haste, whereas the other boys take it a bit slower because chances are that they're drunk already.
Laying down on Cliff while you talk to Rick about filming. Rick rolling a joint and offering one to you and Cliff.
Your favorite thing about Cliff though, was his dog.
Brandy instantly loved you and you didn't have to rub peanut butter all over your face for this to be true, unlike your husband.
Getting married with just the two of you and Rick; a bright sunny day in the middle of absolutely nowhere, your only other guests being tumbleweeds and sand.
Having antique rings that the both of you thrifted.
Cliff says it's because, "We're keepin' love alive."
Rick allowing the two of you to spend the night at his place since the camper is usually a mess and is a bit too small for the two of you.
You usually are able to make room when he-
And he-
And on the table where he-
And sometimes even outside when you-
And then in the back of Rick's car sometimes-
Y'all are horny, that's the point.
Wearing Cliff's shirts!!!!!!???
"Hey, that's my favorite yellow one!"
"it's my favorite too, now help me match it with one of your glasses."
He obliges.
Rolling up to pick up Rick but making him sit in the back because he's the third wheel now.
Sometimes he likes to throw a fit about how "movie stars ride in the front, pimps in the back," to which he receives a nice finger from you and an insult about his haircut. It's okay though because you can pet Cliff's hair from the backseat as he drives.
Grabbing snacks for the road!!! You usually grab a coffee and a bag of Twizzlers while Cliff opts for a protein bar and a lemonade.
Kissing Cliff in public all the time.
Like- all the time.
Everywhere.
Cuddling while watching movies and sitting in his lap while you fuss over his hair and making out with him while he pumps gas.
The possibilities are endless.
Chilling with Rick in his pool while listening to his tapes for auditions and giving him advice where you see fit.
Also stealing Rick's sunglasses.
"Where the f-f-fuck are m-my sunglasses?! Cliff??"
"My lady's wearin' em."
"W-well tell her to take em off!"
"Little Shrimp, can you give Rick his glasses back?"
"Nope."
"There's your answer."
Wearing skimpy outfits just because you know you're fucking with your husband.
And him taking his shirts off whenever he decides to work on a project and watching you get all hot and flustered.
Going to restaurants and choosing the wackiest things off the menu, trying to one up each other with your weirdness.
Usually sharing bits and pieces of your meals with each other.
Listening to him talk for hours about his favorite movies and musicians.
And him listening to you talk about yours.
All in all, y'all love each other.
My heart hurts.
