You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. Do you understand? DRIVE, (2011)
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@onlydrive
You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. Do you understand? DRIVE, (2011)

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✱˚。⋆ ↪ JUST ONE, I'M A FEW — NO FAMILY, TOO. WHO AM I ? ( a collection of dialogue & action prompts from bbc america's orphan black, season one. adjust gendering / phrasing as desired. )
yeah, i'm back in town.
i wanna see [ name ], okay?
well, that's not fair, is it?!
oh my god, you look.. like crap.
this long, no see? you don't get to know.
you have no idea what that costs me.
i wasn't talking about my cut, i was talking about my pride.
you've been gone for almost a year, [ name ]. i'm not judging, just saying.
i'm not judging, just saying.
oh, you robbed her body.
you can do better.
what the hell is wrong with you?
look at me, you understand? look at me!
use it, or hang it up, okay?
do not snap towels at me, [ name ], i had a very traumatic childhood.
get in the car, damn it! we're late!
suddenly you don't give a damn, i get pissed.
now, you had better be ready. are you ready?
you're sure as hell overdressed.
what, were you out all night or something?
i know this shit is as hard as it gets, but you gotta stop making it worse.
"fashionably late", you called it?
stick to your statement and you'll be fine.
i panicked, what do you want me to say?
where's your wit gone?
you haven't called me dipshit all day.
i know this thing's got you all twisted up, but you've got to forgive yourself.
[ name ], i know you're in there! open the door now!
it's not coming back to you?
i'm not sure i should say anything at all.
i don't want to talk about [ name ].
you need to talk to me about that moment.
feels like she's lying about something.
deep down, we all hope we're special.
the last thing i am is special.
oh. you're disappearing again?
weren't you coming back this weekend?
i got sick to my stomach, i basically puked on them.
what did you do to your hair? ... it's longer.
why are you such a dick?
first, though, you need a shower. and a xanax.
just keep away from me!
your partner. he was following you.
[ name ], where have you been?
there's blood everywhere!
holy shit, it's true ... that someone is killing us.
you need to get rid of the body.
uh ... how about you come help me?
for starters, you're a drug dealer.
of course not, you think we'd let that happen?
i don't ... nothing, i don't want to talk about it.
that's my one bit of good news.
is that so much to ask?
bastard must've followed me and nicked it.
okay, let's not go off ... [ name ], [ name ] !
how long can you keep gaming the cops?
what the hell are you doing?
i'm worried you're losing the plot again.
sorry, i've got a lot of work to do.
you're not ready for this, you need to take more time.
is that a diagnosis? cause i've got plenty of professional help for that.
i can't keep waking up at night, checking your breathing.
i knew it was too good to be true.
why would you help with such a stupid plan?
that was when i drew my weapon.
i'm not dirty, i just freaked out.
i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle.
i'd do it all again, [ name ].
cut the shit, [ name ], and tell me where it came from.
yeah, i was gonna leave town, but i turned around.
are you wearing a wire?
if there's another version of this story ...
there's only one story, [ name ].
run me through it again. so i know you won't crack under questioning.
if they dig, they'll find the pills.
i wouldn't do that, [ name ].
i can't help myself.
— then why would you even ask?
because ... i told you to.
i'm gonna hang onto that money until you're cleared.
why would you go in my room?
the sink is broken, what the hell is wrong with you?
are you out of your mind?
idiot. do you even know who you're talking to?
i don't care who you are.
please just tell me ... who are we to each other?
are you kidding me? i'm not doing that.
you need to get out of here.
let go, don't touch me.
hide your ugly face on the way out.
i'm making progress, full progress.
what i'm trying to do is move on.
that's not gonna work for me.
does that sound stoned to you?
you have constantly tested me.
since you apparently already know where i live, come by after 9.
knock quietly.
come on, [ name ], give me a little love here.
why do you have to be such a hardass?
you know i never would've got in if you said we're going to the suburbia.
don't stop, someone might speak to us.
my skin breaks out every time we come downtown.
oh my god, who's in there?
[ name ], you always do this to me!
i don't do "backup", i don't even know what "backup" is!
close it, lock it.
you point a gun at me again, i'll kick the living shit out of you.
what the hell were you doing here?
seriously, it's life or death.
you can't just ignore it!
-> ACTIONS :
sender is aggressively banging on receiver's front door, demanding entry.
sender begs receiver for their help in faking sender's death.
sender seduces receiver in order to distract them.
sender has discovered receiver's secret life, and confronts them.
receiver catches sender as they're trying to skip town.
sender tries to seduce receiver in order to make them stop investigating.
sender arrives to receiver's place drunk and injured.
sender calls receiver for help getting the blood out of their car.
sender starts a physical fight with receiver in a sensitive environment.
receiver must cautiously evade sender, who thinks they're dead.
receiver gets a cryptic text from sender asking to meet in person.
sender and receiver return to their hotel room only to find it trashed.
sender is caught following receiver, and receiver confronts them.
sender stands between receiver's loaded gun and a third party.
sender accompanies receiver to a doctor's appointment.
sender leverages receiver's addiction/s against them.
sender witnesses something traumatic, immediately going to receiver.
sender holds a fake funeral for receiver, which the latter watches at a distance.
sender and receiver meet in a diner for a sensitive discussion.
sender finds receiver's number in a strange phone and calls it.
Forceship
sure
wait I’m here hi
the scene is all too familiar. ⠀ they were supposed to meet at 8. ⠀ but an hour earlier, ⠀ he gave her a call saying he may be a little later. ⠀ typical. ⠀ she’s used to that, ⠀ but she swallows her frustration. ⠀ around 8:05 she hears something outside her apartment, ⠀ but she can’t quite pinpoint what it is. ⠀ A SMALL PART OF HER HOPES ITS HIM, ⠀ arriving much earlier than she anticipated. ⠀ (she half expected him not to show up at all ⠀ — ⠀ like peter.) ⠀ she goes down through the garage, ⠀ standing outside the door. ⠀ her eyes fall on him first, ⠀ recognition prompting a smile, ⠀ red lips curving upwards. ⠀ though, ⠀ that warmth is ephemeral, ⠀ her body stiffening as she registers the rest of the scene:
she stands far away, ⠀ getting a solid look at the whole picture. ⠀ driver in the middle, ⠀ wading in a pool of blood, ⠀ posing beside a freshly dead body. ⠀ HER FIRST INSTINCT IS TO CRY. ⠀ but the idea of anyone seeing her cry (*off-screen) humiliates her, ⠀ and she can’t stomach the idea of him feeling bad for her ⠀ — ⠀ so, ⠀ she swallows that down and continues staring at him, ⠀ looking at the red that covers him, ⠀ her body beginning to involuntarily shake from overwhelm.
“ ⠀ what happened? ⠀ ” ⠀ she asks, ⠀ voice soft, ⠀ quiet. ⠀ maybe the quietest she’s ever been in front of him. ⠀ her mouth quivers for a moment as her eyes glaze over the blood and the teeth and the ⠀ — ⠀ “ ⠀ don’t you lie to me, ⠀ either. ⠀ ” ⠀a small crack in her cadence, ⠀ “ ⠀ i need you to ⠀ — ⠀ ” ⠀ her eyes start to water. ⠀ she quickly tries to rub any evidence of that away. ⠀ “ ⠀ was he going to hurt you? ⠀ ” ⠀ SHE’S NOT SURE SHE COULD BELIEVE HE’S CAPABLE OF VIOLENCE OTHERWISE.
Questions. Of course there’s questions.
He’s never really been good at answering them though — especially not now, when her expression tears a grotesque gash in the midst of his ribs. He’d rather have his teeth pulled one by one, bone crushed by the rust of old pliers, than witness MJ in distress. Yet here he stands, the cause of it.
It never works like it does in the movies. He should’ve fucking known.
“ I’m gonna take care of it.” Matter of fact in tone, and his face softens a half a degree, then hardens again. There’s no need to explain. There's no time to explain. It isn’t her problem — or it was never supposed to be her problem. And the raw smell of his violence cannot be excused away ( he wanted to hurt him. he can't hide that. ) . “ But you can’t stay here. You gotta leave.” Driver tucks the hammer into his jacket pocket, then gives their surroundings a cursory glance. Still quiet. He’s half offended Nino only sent the one. “ Go to the shop. Take one of my cars. ” His throat feels raw with the sudden uptick in use, cobwebs clearing in a deep guttural sigh. He pulls out a keychain from the other pocket.
“ Please. ” As in — please take yourself far away from me. From this. I shouldn’t’ve bothered you in the first place. I should’ve stuck to watching.

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Thought about driver. Felt sick to my stomach
Why is Lowkey some of my best writing on this blog
— payin’ that red headed bitch a visit too, eh?
he can still hear it. the words ring in his ear, rattling around the inside of his head. it eats the sympathy concealed within his brain matter, the restraint — til his anger stands alone, a beautiful bride to his capacity for violence. they marry beneath the spittle and blood that splatters from the dickhead’s mutilated mouth.
driver, the sole attendee of the union, does not unclench his jaw, even after the action is done. even after he lifts his foot, his shoe covered in pink cerebrum. the guy twitches on the ground — his mouth still open against the curb, surrounded by splintered teeth. then he stops. and driver exhales through his nose. quietly. controlled. But he still does not relax. Because there never is just one guy. Especially not when they know about her. About them.
He turns, pulling his keys out of his jacket pocket; and the door to the garage stairway opens. MJ — brilliantly dressed, her red hair tumbling over her exposed shoulders — strides out, then pauses. He watches the scene register to her, the blood splattered upon his clothing that outs him as responsible. He grits his teeth.
He isn’t sorry about what he did. No. He’s sorry that MJ must bear witness to his violence. That MJ must see what he really is; that he cannot shield her from what he tries so hard to overcome. @aspotlight
He makes me so sad like he didn’t want do this getaway driving shit anymore bro. He did it for Irene basically and then the “one last job” gets unbelievably fucked and suddenly any hope he had at ever having a normal life is GONE
so like can we plot .

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super important to note that driver actually does not smoke or drink and his only vice is copious amounts of coffee
he uses excess violence with bad people is that okay
RYAN GOSLING as DRIVER DRIVE (2011) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn
the shop runs like its own functioning ecosystem, ⠀ and she’s enthralled for a brief minute as she looks around, ⠀ taking it in. ⠀ (character work, ⠀ she thinks, ⠀ as a justification.) ⠀ “ ⠀ you sure? ⠀ ” ⠀ she asks, ⠀ looking between him and shannon. ⠀ she adds a smile ⠀ — ⠀ that ‘movie star smile’ ⠀ — ⠀ the one that gets people to look at her, ⠀ to listen to her.
⠀ ⠀ she’s used to people teasing, ⠀ comments buried under compliments, ⠀ but this feels different. ⠀ blood rushes to her face as she hurries to explain, ⠀ but Driver beats her to it, ⠀ leaving her to respond with a smile and a nod. ⠀ … ⠀ she can sense the embarrassment in his expression, ⠀ so she changes the subject, ⠀ her voice smooth, ⠀ slightly warm. ⠀ “ ⠀ sorry to interrupt your work. ⠀ i hope you weren’t too busy. ⠀ ” ⠀ she says, ⠀ trying to meet his gaze again.
“ ⠀ well, ⠀ i brought the magazine. ⠀ ” ⠀ she laughs, ⠀ shrugging. ⠀ “ ⠀ i kinda figured it would. ⠀ and i don’t have any plans, ⠀ so ⠀ … ⠀ i’ll stay ‘til it’s done. ⠀ ” ⠀ she offers, ⠀ gaze lingering on his longer than it should.
the driver shrugs, digging his left heel into the crumbling asphalt. it’d been a slow morning anyways; the los angeles sun melding t-shirt to shoulders, leering as he did two oil changes. shannon’s radio had been stuck on the weather broadcast.
mj’s arrival brought out something else. a sharp prick between his ribcage, a pain he was unused to.
“ should come with you after. make sure it’s running right. ” his tongue slides the toothpick to the side of his mouth, biting down til it started to snap. driver can almost feel shannon’s eyes burning holes in his spine, and he shifts nervously — suddenly aware of their close proximity. he tilts his head to the side, finally breaking eye contact, and steps towards the shade of the garage.
“ if y’want. ” i'd love to drive with you again. to glance over at you, and see your red hair caught in the wind. i shouldn't want to, but i can't help it.
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𝓐sk. ⠀ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ ⠀ … ⠀ ⠀ i like how i feel when i’m with you. ⠀ ⠀ @onlydrive
vulnerability is a bleeding wound, ⠀ and she’s never sure how to patch it up. ⠀ how to express her feelings without sounding like she’s the least serious candidate for the grand prize on a game show. ⠀ hesitant and never quite sure how to answer any statement presented to her: ⠀ responding instead with a deflection or a joke.
the worst part of it all is she feels the same way. ⠀ she doesn’t normally feel this way, ⠀ completely willing to lay herself emotionally bare in front of him. ⠀ / ⠀ her breath hitches over the line, ⠀ waiting for him to follow up, ⠀ for another statement that she could latch onto. ⠀ [but she knows him well enough to know that he won’t.]
“ ⠀ listen, ⠀ you’re pretty great yourself. ⠀ ” ⠀ she says, ⠀ quieter than usual, ⠀ biting the inside of her cheek. ⠀ “ ⠀ hey, ⠀ you’re still swinging by later, ⠀ right? ⠀ ”
He bites back a groan of pain, steadying himself against the payphone door with a shaking arm. “ Thanks. ” Is all he can manage, because it hurts to laugh, to smile. She’s not any better with this stuff — matters of the heart, that soft beating thing hidden in between their ribs. It makes him feel better. He’s never really understood what it meant to be human, but he thinks she’s given him some sort of idea.
“ Yeah.” Because it’s easier to lie. To plant that withering seed of disappointment, so that when he doesn’t show up, she can be angry instead of worried. He can be hated, and she can be safe. “ Yeah — I’ll be there. ” Crimson pools beneath his shirt, sticky & wet on his skin, and he hangs the phone up.
driver and that fuckass toothpick bro