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Movies I wish I could see for the first time again
Tenet (2020)
Inception (2010)
Matrix (1999)
Avatar (2009)
1917 (2019)
Avengers: End game (2019)
Fight club (1999)
Joker (2019)
Dunkirk (2017)
Morpheus: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
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Matrix Agent Replacement Victim
Matrix Agent Replacement Victim
There's another way....
A better way...
A new video drops at 7pm my time which is in less than 15 min.
It's solved pi with math you've already been using.
When am I ready?
We work very hard for things we want and for others that we don't. But it's about all right. However, mostly our efforts turn out to be fruitless. Why is this? Why isn't my book published yet? Why am I not married?
Most often we question the methods and the degree of our commitment but other times simply accept failure. None of this and at the same time all of this is right. How can that be?
Firstly, we can never work too hard. There's always a bit more we could do. Yes, even when we feel we've done our best. It is constantly possible to push a little harder, to get somewhat better. And there are times, when our work needs polishing. It's extremely hard to admit, when what we think we've worked for with all our might, cries out for being corrected. It's truly damn difficult to say, that it isn't that good after all.
Secondly, we easily get obsessed with a wide range of variety of things, from what we ought to keep ourselves far. And then it's inevitable, that we lay down our weapons and armours, and whisper lowly: I give up. Then we become free to do what can work for us.
But no matter what we do and how we do it. Sometimes we are destined to achieve success at certain fields, still, we struggle and yet get nowhere. That's because we might not be quite ready. The Oracle tells Neo in the Matrix: Sorry, kid. You got the gift, but it looks like you're waiting for something. And sometimes, very rarely, it looks like we're all waiting for something, just don't know what. We think we'll know when we see it. But it's not something we can see or something that's basically external. No. Just like in Neo's case, we've got to start believing. Faith is the last barrier, that separates us from entering the promise land.
March 1999... what a great time to be homosexual and insane
no one knows this but i've watched matrix 64 times
Mr. and Mrs. Wick
John Wick x female!reader
Word count:1.3k
Warnings:Blood, gun violence
Summary: Your husband returns home, bloody and beaten up you do everything to save his life...
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It was getting late. Really late.
I looked outside and saw a car pulling up the driveway. It wasn't John's Car.
I gulped and quickly got up and made my way to the kitchen. A gun was laying on the counter. I grabbed it and quietly walked into the bedroom.
I left the door slightly ajar and hid behind the closet.
After a few minutes of waiting, I heard footsteps approaching. The person was getting closer and closer. I breathed in deeply and tried to remember everything, John had taught me in order to protect myself if something happend. He was trying to get out of all this for quite some time now, but it seemed to be impossible.
Someone knocked over a vase in the hallway and pulled me out of my thoughts.
The person seemed to be in front of the bedroom door now. I heard a few heavy breaths before the door slowly opened.
I didn't dare to look around and see who was there, but then I heard a grunt and the person fell to the ground.
I breathed in heavily and slowly left my spot behind the closet.
My eyes widened when I saw who was laying on the ground in front of me.
"John"
I was with him in seconds. I grabbed his shoulders and tried turning him onto his back.
"Come On, John!", I shouted when I saw his eyes slowly closing, "Don't leave me, John! Please!"
I felt how tears ran down my cheeks now. It couldn't be. He can't die, I wouldn't let that happen.
"Damn it, John!", I mumbled and looked him up and down.
There was a bullet wound right under his ribs and I could see several knife-induced wounds all over his body.
"Alright", I whispered to myself. I got up and sprinted to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and and a cloth. I quickly held it under the cold steam of the sink.
I made my way back into the bedroom and saw that John had sat up and leaned against the bed.
I quickly pressed the towel on his bullet wound. He hissed sharply.
"I know, it hurts John. But please, keep applying pressure on it, okay? Do it for me?", I asked while I cleaned his face with the cloth.
He slowly nodded and grabbed the towel, applying pressure to his wound.
I grabbed his face and he looked me into the eyes.
" I'll be right back, okay?", I said and he looked at me expectingly. I got up and ran downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I searched the contacts and finally found who I was looking for. I dialed his number and let it ring.
A few seconds later, someone picked it up.
"Hello?", he said.
"Doc", I whispered.
"Mrs. Wick?", ha asked.
"I need your help, it's bad. Really bad", I explained.
He was silent for a second.
"How bad is it?"
"I think, he's gonna die"
"I'm on my way"
I hung up and made my way back to John. He still sat against the bed, but his breathing had slowed down.
I sat down next to him:"John?"
He didn't answer. I put my hand against his cheek and searched for his eyes.
"John", I said a little louder.
He finally looked at me:"Y/N"
It was so quiet, I almost didn't hear it. He slowly put his hand on top of mine.
A low sob escaped my lips. I was scared. Really scared. What if he died?
"I got out", He mumbled.
I looked up confused:"What?"
"Y/N", he carefully squeezed my hand, "I'm out"
I couldn't believe my ears. He was out. He was really out. John Wick had officially retired.
I felt the grip of John's hand loosening and I looked at him in fear:"John?"
He didn't answer. His eyes had closed.
"No, damn it! Come on!!", I mumbled.
I turned around. when the doorbell rang. It had to be the Doc. It just had to be.
I quickly got up and sprinted downstairs to answer the door.
I grabbed the handle and literally smashed it open.
In front of me was the Doc with three huge bags, full of equipment.
"Good evening, Mrs. Wick", he said.
I only nodded and pushed him inside.
"He's upstairs", I explained and grabbed the Doc's bags to help him. He quickly went upstairs while I followed suit behind him.
John was still sitting on the spot, where I left him, but his head hung low now.
"Oh you were right", the Doc said after eyeing John, "It is really bad. I will need assistance"
He looked at me and I nooded. It was gonna be a long night.
Exhausted, I leaned against the kitchen counter. The Doc and I spend the night, patching up John and it was almost dawn now.
I looked at my hands and walked over to the sink. Slowly, I washed away the blood. John's Blood.
I sighed and closed my eyes for a second. I tear ran down my face and I quickly wiped it away. I had to be strong now, for John's sake.
"Mrs. Wick?"
I turned around and saw the Doc standing in the hallway. I slowly approached him.
"Thank you, Doc", I said and put my hand on his shoulder.
He nodded understandingly, before pulling out a bottle with pills.
"These are some stronger painkillers", he said and handed it to me before pulling out another one, "And he needs to take two of these in the morning and in the evening"
I took the second one too, before guiding the Doc to the front door.
I opened it for him and he nodded. Before I could close the door behind him, he turned back around, once again.
"If it gets worst again, just call me, alright?", he smiled.
"Will do, Doc. Thanks", I answered and gave him a smile in return, before closing the door.
I leaned myself against it and allowed myself to finally calm down. John was gonna make it. I know it.
Speaking of, I heard something crash upstairs.
"John!?", I yelled while following the source of the sound.
I reached the Bedroom and saw that John had sat up. He had knocked over a lamp on the nightstand while doing so.
"Oh my God, John", I breathed and kneeled in front of him. I carefully took his hand:"John,you need to rest"
"Y/N, I-I'm so sorry-", he murmured.
"Shh, it's alright John", I said and grabbed his hand to pull him back onto the bed.
He groaned but finally lay back down.
"I'm so proud of you John", I mumbled and carefully caressed his cheek,"You got out. For me. For us."
"I love you, Y/N", John said an grabbed my other hand. He carefully kissed the back of it.
I smiled at him, even though a tear slipped down my face.
"I love you too, John. So, so much", I whispered and kissed his forehead.
"I'm glad to call you my wife, Y/N", he smiled. "And I'm glad to call you my husband.", I said,"But you really need to rest now, John"
He only chuckled before pulling me in for a sweet and tender kiss. I sighed, happy to know that he would be kissing me again many times in the future. He was alive. And a bright future awaited us, I knew it.
Keanu Reeves
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The Matrix Resurrections
"Remember...All I'm Offering Is The Truth. Nothing More." - Morpheus
