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The Mummy (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers

The Mummy (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers

What is your sexual orientation? The cast of The Mummy remake (1999).

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [4/25] Films:   ☆ The Mummy (1999) [Dir. by Stephen Sommers]

My Body is no longer his temple.

I say, jolly good show, chaps. And did I panic? I think not.

Guess who’s back? Back again! Anddddddd posting for the second time in a day. Wow, I guess there is a first time for everything.

Anyway, on to what y’all are actually here for......

My Classic Monster Headcanons for the Casper Crew + Finn

Bruce Yamada

-he’d most definitely be a werewolf, like full-on 1985 Teen Wolf over here

-he’d try to keep it secret bc of his family, but the other Grabbed and Gwen would all know relatively quickly

-if he were to suddenly become a werewolf - whether that be bitten or activated over time - there wouldn’t be much of an adjustment period, he’d accept being a werewolf pretty quickly

-true to most canine fashion, he’s very good with people, which is why he’s so popular and well-liked

-there are dark sides to every coin tho, he can be very passive aggressive on his time of the month and his heats are no joke. It’s just better to steer clear of him until his head is on straight and he’s more sociable. Doesn’t matter if you’re friend, family, lover, or foe; Bruce is just very angry and aggressive during the full moon

Robin Arellano

-may be a shock to some, but Robin is a zombie

-he may be the toughest kid in school, but he honestly doesn’t look it at all, he looks totally unassuming to strangers

-like Bruce, he’d take to being a zombie pretty quickly and almost seamlessly, he likes how it makes it easier for him to think and the energy he gets from it

-most assume that zombies are slow and sluggish, and while he isn’t the best at math, the rest couldn’t be less true

-on the other hand, his craving for raw meat is pretty inconvenient in fights. And the only thing that he misses about being human is sleeping. For him, sleep was the only real way for him to relax and let his tough guy persona rest; he can’t do that anymore and it frustrates him. Speaking of, try not to frustrate him, if you thought he was bad before in his fights, the lack of exhaustion and need for a break makes him even more fearsome and relentless in fights

Billy “Paperboy” Showalter

-coincidentally, or not, Paperboy would be a mummy

-Paperboy does not take to being a mummy well at all, actively hates on it for a good while, and does his best to keep it a secret from everyone

-luckily, or unluckily, for him, he has all of eternity to get used to it

-he does enjoy the invulnerability, and some of the powers he gets, but he absolutely loathes the random piles of sand he finds in his room or on his person

-no one knows if it’s intentional or not - though the Grabbed and Gwen have their suspicions - but sometimes Paperboy getting what he wants goes too far. Almost as if he doesn’t care about others and their free will. In the cases where he doesn’t get his way, it is infinitely worse for other people around him. Swarms of locusts buzz and bite his classmates. sand finds its way into carpets, hair, food, and in bodies. Blood infects and dilutes the town water supply when Paperboy is angry. And no one knows for sure how it happens

Griffin Stagg

-not that much different than a ghost, Griffin is a poltergeist

-he may not have a large impact physically, but you can be damn sure the world feels it when he’s near

-he doesn’t really seem to have much of a reaction to his new circumstances, he kind of likes to just roll with the punches

-it doesn’t really matter if he tried to keep it a secret, he doesn’t have anyone to tell it to besides the Grabbed

-out of all of the Grabbed, Griffin has the most trouble controlling his abilities - even worse than Paperboy, supposedly - and he doesn’t know why. The only real ability that he has no trouble with is entering the spirit dimension. Sometimes he has dark thoughts about being there, he feels like he belongs there, alone, and always has. On his darker days, you should expect rain storms, inanimate objects moving around, random tragedies, and all around mayhem. It’s not Griffin’s fault, he honestly can’t help it. Right?

Vance Hopper

-vance would be Frankenstein, you all know it

-over-aggressive over little things, violent when provoked, and gets an unnecessarily bad rep

-he hates being Frankenstein actively, despite getting used to his situation the quickest, everyone knows and god help you if you remind him; he’ll go from 0-100 alarmingly quickly

-hates looking into mirrors, pictures, and changing his clothes, he hates any reminder of what happened to him, people already considered him a violent, monstrous freak before. Now he just looked the part

-vance’s temper is off the charts as a re-animated being. He was no where near as volatile before, but now, every simple thing sets him off. Especially fire, or his own reflection. Vance likes being left alone, likes being comfortable in his surroundings. Now, he’s not even comfortable in his own skin, mostly bc its not even his for the most part. The worst part is, he’ll suffer forever, his strength and durability will be his greatest weakness, and make him the biggest threat

Finn Blake

-last but not least, finney would be a vampire

-not exactly Nosferatu, but pretty damn terrifying when the situation calls for it, as we’ve seen

-never truly gets used to being a vampire, and a large part of him will always partially miss being human, but he does enjoy being a vampire

-finney likes that he no longer has to be afraid of bullies bc he’s strong enough to best them, and fast enough to run away if he wanted to, its actually bc of this that people find out about him relatively quickly. Cmon, everyone is gonna notice when the school’s resident punching bag/loser suddenly kicks ass

-still, as kind and demure as Finn might seem, he’s still a deadly and bloodthirsty creature of the night. It’s not his fault he gets hungry. He didn’t choose to become a vampire. Honestly, if the entire town knows of his peculiar...proclivities, you’d think they’d know better than to go out at night. Where Finn is lurking, hungry and waiting. Plus, he’s not exactly good at controlling his strength or speed, so if he accidentally broke Moose’s jaw that one time, he didn’t mean to. It was an accident, after all

Thank you for all the likes, reblogs and follows, guys! This is the most encouragement and love I’ve ever seen for any of my works and it makes me proud and happy with my abilities as a writer and a fan. Of course, I wouldn’t be in this position if not for the attention given to me by the readers of Tumblr. So ask away! Any ideas, recommendations, or suggestions are both welcomed and encouraged. Well, I’ve still got a lot more ideas, so I’d better get to writing for y’all! Bye-bye!

I’ve been low-key obsessed with The Mummy since it first came out so with its arrival to Netflix, here are flower crowns for u and the squad Rick: mallow; consumed by love Evie: blue lotus; purity and eloquence, rebirth Jonathan: poppy; wealth and success Ardeth: gladiolus; strength of character, honor, conviction

I can’t be the only one upset that in the 2017 version of The Mummy, Tom Cruise decided to NOT BE WITH THIS GODDESS!!

Like Ik she’s a murderer and all but look at her, I’d give my left leg to be with her!!

✋🏻😩🤚🏻

I'm just a girl...standing in front of the Tumblr Gods....asking for more Ardeth Bay Fanfics.

YEEEEEE 🥰

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I'm just a girl...standing in front of the Tumblr Gods....asking for more Ardeth Bay Fanfics.

@fanaticsnail you need to back off my man’s or imma fist fight you

As for dressing Fraser as Rick O'Connell, Bloomfield wanted a very striking look. Something slightly laid back, but very heroic. For the character of Evelyn, Bloomfield went for absolute extremes. She starts off as a museum librarian, looking quite sedate but still very beautiful. Then she removes her glasses and lets her hair down.

THE MUMMY (1999) >> Costumes dir. Stephen Sommers costume design by John Bloomfield

I have no words. I love this film and I love Rhaenicent. Just amazing 💕💕💕

The Mummy 1999 AU.

This was inspired by a post from another tumblr user. I can’t find the post, but when I do, I shall link it.

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The desert stretches out in front of them like a golden ocean. When Alicent pulls in a shallow breath, the air is dry, tickling her throat. Her temples are throbbing, a layer of sweat and grime under her light clothes, her body tense and stiff on the horse. Alicent shifts uncomfortably, hyper aware of how close she is to the woman behind her. Rhaenyra’s hand is resting casually on her spread thighs, fingers wrapped around the reins as their horse plods along. Beside them, Gwayne sits on his own horse. Alicent shoots an uncharitable thought his way, remembering his apologetic look when he had told her they only had enough resources for two horses instead of three.

The sun dips lower towards the horizon, casting the sand in a ruddy glow. Rhaenyra shifts, chest brushing up against Alicent’s sweaty back. She stiffens, eyes widening as she feels the softness of the other woman’s breasts. She is entirely too close for a person that Alicent is barely acquainted with. It’s indelicate.

Her mind casts back to their meeting, only a few days previously. The dust mots had been drifting lazily in the dim shaft of light cutting across the stone floor as Alicent slipped books back into their rightful places from her perch on the sliding ladder. Abruptly, the serene silence was interrupted, the doors slamming open. Alicent clutched the spindly ladder, heart leaping.

“Sister,” Gwayne’s cheerful, round face appeared below her, another person standing at his side. “I have some marvelous news.”

“Gwayne,” she snapped. “You gave me a fright. What have I told you about disturbing me at my work?”

“Apologies,” said the person beside him, tilting their head back to look Alicent in the eye.

His companion was a woman in simple archeologists’ garb: worn trousers, a felt hat, and scuffed boots. Her hair is pulled back, blue eyes bright in her slightly tanned face. All together, a somewhat odd person.

“Your brother led me to understand you were in need of a guide?” The woman continued, eyes absorbing Alicent’s appearance in a similar fashion. She felt her cheeks heating. I wonder what she sees when she looks at me.

“This is Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Gwayne emphasized the name, expression ecstatic. And indeed, the name was a familiar one. A highly respected family name in the field of archaeology.

Alicent started climbing down the ladder, surprised to find the other woman extending her hand when she was half way down. Tentatively, Alicent accepted the other woman’s hand, allowing herself to be helped off the ladder.

“He said you found a map,” Rhaenyra said, palm still warm against Alicent’s skin.

And now here they are, traveling across the desert together, her hapless brother snoring next to them on his horse, the sun below the horizon, the sky a beautiful blanket of stars. Surely this is not what her father pictured for the both of them. He would be so disappointed that it was Alicent who had continued to study instead of Gwayne. And yet you still persist.

“You alright?” Rhaenyra’s voice is soft, her breath touching the clammy skin at the back of Alicent’s neck.

“Perfectly,” she responds, voice stilted. It feels as if every conversation between them has been difficult and fraught. Alicent is hyper aware of how every word will land; what every expression on Rhaenyra’s face might mean. It’s exhausting. How aware she is when the other woman is in the room. When she is speaking. When her eyes are on her.

“You seem tense,” Rhaenyra continues.

Alicent can see her hands, reaching out to touch their horses' flanks. Her fingers are strong looking, skin rough and calloused. She knows from the few times they have touched. She shivers, the sweat of the day cold on her skin now in the desert night. She’s still warm under her breasts, between her spread legs.

“You’re cold,” Rhaenyra pulls back. Alicent can hear her shrugging off her jacket.

“Really, you don’t—” Alicent protests, face flushing with mortification. She knows what the other woman is about.

“I insist,” Rhaenyra drops her jack loosely over Alicent’s shoulders. It’s warm from her body, and it carries the mixture of her scent: horse, sweat, sensible soap. Very unfeminine. Father would not approve of her.

“Thank you,” she says stiffly.

Rhaenyra hums softly.

“You can sleep too if you want.”

Alicent does not trust herself to sleep.

“I shall stay awake and take my rest during the day.”

Minutes stretch agonizingly slow. She’s hyper aware of the woman behind her. The silence of the desert, the shifting of the horse under their bodies.

“I don’t think I’ve properly thanked you for accompanying us on this venture, Miss Targaryen.”

“Rhaehyra,” she corrects, again. “And no thanks are necessary. The map your brother found is something my family has been searching for years. Seeing this through is important.”

“I take it you do not subscribe to the curse?”

“I have a great respect for legend.”

As the conversation peters off, Alicent’s eyes begin to droop. Maybe hours later, she drifts awake, a line of warmth across her belly: Rhaenyra’s arm keeping her in place. In her sleep, she m leaned back on the other woman’s shoulder, mouth open. Mortified, Alicent jerks upright.

“Pardon me,” Alicent gasps.

“Don’t worry yourself,” Rhaenyra says calmly. The sky is gradually starting to go from purple to pink casting the desert in an ethereal glow.

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My favourite screencaps from The Mummy.

Nothing major, just an appreciation post for this gorgeous woman right here. 😍🔥

Jonathan: Why are Rick and Evelyn sitting with their backs to each other?

Ardeth: They had a fight.

Jonathan: Then why are they holding hands?

Ardeth: They get sad when they fight.

My family once asked me, you like him, don't you?

Death is only the beginning.

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