Racing Turtles

#confirmed: rick o'connell will rock back and forth in a hug for comfort  #her character development from 1 to 2 is my fave but what they did with rick is some nice work  #taking the character from 1 who’s the guy who says ‘i dunno i was about to be hanged [kissing you] seemed like a good idea at the time’  #it would seem like the easy and hollywood way to make him all wise-cracking about his married life  #like ‘oh-ho the little woman’s at it again - amirite fellas?’ eye-rolling sorts of unease with his domestic situation  #or chafing at not being a free agent adventurer or something  #or worse- try to create some sort of narrative from conflict between them that needs to be ‘resolved’  #but instead they’re like WHAT IF HE’S RIDE-OR-DIE DEVOTED TO EVIE EVERY MINUTE  #WHAT IF THE ONLY EYE ROLLING HE DOES IS WANTING TO HAVE FIVE GD MINUTES ALONE AND QUIET WITH HIS WIFE  #WHAT IF HE’S CASUALLY DECLARING HIS ‘IF ANYTHING EVER HAPPENED TO YOU’ COMMITMENT WITH EASE  #WHAT IF RICK/EVIE MAINTAIN THE PUSH-PULL FRIENDLY ANTAGONISM OF MOVIE 1 BUT MAKE IT A GOOD THING  #‘OH ALRIGHT WE’LL DO IT YOUR WAY’ ‘HONEY YOU’RE NOT A SUBTLE MAN’  #LIKE IT WAS PART OF THEIR ONGOING AND SUPPORTIVE DYNAMIC  #AND THEY BOTH TAKE JUST ABOUT EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO MUTUALLY JUMP INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS  #AND MAKE OUT JUST FOR FUNSIES  #AFTER 10 YEARS AND A KID  #well done chaps - good development (and one of my fave examples of the Battle Couple trope)  #say it with me now: relationship development =/= ‘now add conflict’  #relationship development can also mean a myriad of other situations - like dealing with an external conflict TOGETHER

It’s totally consistent with him in movie 1, too. Like it’s so clear that his entire experience of her is “….oh wow this woman. She’s so amazing. She just gets more amazing. Oh, oh wow. Maybe like I could stay with her. How do I make her like me. I KNOW I WILL STEAL HER A SET OF ARCHEOLOGY TOOLS. SHE LOVES ARCHEOLOGY. YEAH GO RICK.”

And by movie 2 it’s obvious he’s spent the past however many years living a life of “omg am married. TO EVIE. I have a wife. EVIE IS MY WIFE. OH JESUS I HAVE A KID. :D :D I HAVE A FAMILY AND A LIFE. WITH EVIE. WHO IS MY WIFE.” 

Interspersed with “why is my wife trying to get us killed. Why is my son trying to get us killed. Or at least himself killed. JONATHAN WHAT YOU DO. Evie no. Evie love of my life no. EVIE. ALEX!! OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE! JONATHAN!!! Why does everyone I love have the self-preservation instincts of SOMETHING THAT HAS NO SELF-PRESERVATION INSTINCTS?!”  

ok i made this in february and i still think that’s the best and the happiest thing i made this february

@no-visitors

Honestly you don’t even have to change the genre much. Guy probably went through quite the ordeal because of all the people trying to get to Indy.

Day 1: “Professor Jones, hate to bother you but there’s an assassin trying to kill me, do you have...yes I see it...*gunshots* just to make sure, is there any paperwork I can file or should I just call the police?”

Day 85: “Oh fucking try me, I have 84 papers to grade because that lazy asshole went off to fucking Burma in the middle of fucking finals week, if you don’t leave right the fuck now I will awaken that ancient artifact in the corner and turn your intestines into fucking snakes.”

also, don’t forget: the movies are set in the 1930s-50s

so please imagine this 20-year-old girl who’s had to practically fight god to convince everyone that, no, she would NOT be happier with a degree in home economics and yes, she DOES want to be an archaeologist. she’s had to deal with male grad students trying to steal her research and constant patronizing questions about whether she can really handle the dirt and insects out in the field. even Indy, who stands up for her when the department leadership tries to pull Some Bullshit, sometimes treats her like a glorified secretary just out of habit

when the bad guys show up, they are therefore faced with a young woman who exists in a permanent state of simmering rage. she has a sensible wool skirt and practical oxfords and a baseball bat and you can fuck right off if you’re trying to pull this nonsense right after one of her professors just called her “sweetie” for the dozenth time

Okay idk if the timing and logistics match up at all but i just have a fever thought that his TA is none other than Mrs Evelyn O’Connell. Just think about it.

Jones: Are you sure you’re up for this position?

Evie: Dr Jones I assure you that despite being a woman I-

Jones: No no it’s not that, it’s just that there’s a lot of… weird artifacts that come through my door

Evie: Oh, well I actually have some experience with weird

Jones: and sometimes it can get dangerous…

Evie *smiling*: I can handle that as well

(Later in the school year, during a shoot out)

Jones: You weren’t kidding! *gunshots*

Evie pulling out a grenade and chucks it: These ruffians aren’t half as bad Imhotep, and he was nothing compared to midterms *explosion*

Evie: Oh dear they seem to have brought more friends. Pass me my bag Professor Jones if you’d please. 

Jones: Sure Evie *hands her the bag* 

Evie: *pulls out an old fashion pistol with a large bell* 

Jones: I don’t think that’s going to be enough. 

Evie: Oh it’s not. I’m phoning my husband *fires a flare through the window* 

Jones: I doubt stiff upper lip gent is going to help us right now Evie. 

Evie: I whole heartedly agree Professor Jones.

*A moment later Rick crashes the car through the wall and pulls out a tommy gun. He screams at the top of his lungs as he rushes the bad guys* 

Evie: Luckily my husband is American.

This continued to get better and better as I went.