[ SECRET POST #2329 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2329 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 04 pages, 083 secrets from Secret Submission Post #333.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

RDJ is not a douchebag irl. By all accounts he's a really nice guy and he's trying to get raises for his Marvel co-stars since Marvel is famous for being cheap and low-balling actors while signing them to multi-movie deals.

The important stuff starts 2 paragraphs in; I just included the entire article for context purposes.

He's also a real life hero:

"I’ve been procrastinating on my Iron Man 3 review for the better part of an entire weekend, but before I get to that, here’s a Robert Downey Jr. story that I just had to share. The running joke around these parts is that Robert Downey Jr. has been staying in character as Tony Stark for the better part of a decade. But it turns out, it goes back even further than that, at least according to writer Dana Reinhardt, who relates the story of attending an ACLU event in the early nineties that was also attended by a pre-Iron Man Robert Downey Jr. (I mean obviously it was pre-Iron Man, unless RDJ has a time machine, which I wouldn’t put past him).

The story is old, but it was brought to my attention today by LettersofNote, and I hadn’t heard it before. Even if I had, it’d still be worth a repost. This excerpt picks up after Reinhardt talks about accompanying her grandmother to the event, and pointing out Robert Downey Jr. to her, about whom she didn’t seem to care.

We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic [wheelchair-bound Vietnam vet and the subject of Born on the 4th of July] took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

The volume of blood was staggering.

I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.


He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

He remembered.

“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.” [original story here, Google-Cached version here]

Aw, geez, is it dusty in here? Heroism, redemption, a departed loved one, garden parties, a handsome movie star using his expensive suit as a tourniquet – this story really has everything. And if there’s one takeaway here, it’s this: you will never, ever be as cool as Robert Downey Jr.



Read more: http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/2013/05/rober-downey-jr-is-a-real-life-superhero#ixzz2TmEXYeJI "

[(Anonymous)]

Holy wall of text, Batman.

[(Anonymous)]

Read it all the same. It's motherfucking heart-warming.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sure the author of this piece (not to mention the site runners) appreciates the clicks you've stolen from them by posting this article in its entirety.

[(Anonymous)]

LOL. I learned about it from tumblr w/o any cites at all. I had to google for this. I also included the link. I included the article itself since the link won't hyperlink and I've seen people whine their off here about not clicking on strange links/going to the site--viruses, etc. you know.

Piss off.

[(Anonymous)]

Well, aren't you a peach.

[(Anonymous)]

Sure am. I'm firm and delicious.

[(Anonymous)]

DA If the readers cares,let them go the website. Its there at the end. Did you do that since you're so concerned about this poor author? Add to his click count?

Do you realize you're on F!S (and honestly most fandomers anywhere)where people pirate their media? How about buying it instead? Hmmmmmmmm?

[(Anonymous)]

I did go to the site, but I know not everybody who read the whole thing will. And it's not about "letting the reader do this extra step if they care" it's about a content creator getting compensated for their work. I wouldn't mind so much if Anon had just posted an excerpt with a link to the rest, but posting it in it's entirety is out of line, and I'll stand by that forever.

DA

[(Anonymous)]

This is a true account, so theoretically I could retell the entire thing by mouth to a group of people over lunch today and give no links and there'd be nothing anyone could do to stop me. What's the damn difference?

[(Anonymous)]

DA

You do realize that the article in question primarily rips off the majority of a thousand word essay by Dana Reinhardt on the Quest For Kindness blog in the exact same way, right? It's pretty hypocritical to rip on someone for posting an 840 word article with a link at the end when said article "includes" a direct "quote" consisting of 719 words of a 1005 word essay that has a link at the end to the original essay. When around 85% of your article is around 71% of someone else's work, what did you create beside the frame? Do you really think someone deserve to be compensated for basically reposting someone else's content?

[(Anonymous)]

hi author of the article, here via pingback

that author is recounting someone else's story to make money so I'm not particularly fussed for their .4 eights of a cent

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, genius, pingbacks require the actual creation of a real link to a page, not the copy pasta of plain text.

[(Anonymous)]

there's a link right there at the bottom of the text so yeah

[(Anonymous)]

You really don't know how pingbacks work, do you? just typing a link in plain text doesn't give off a pingback. Pingabacks are only created when there's an html coded link that somebody can *click on* to get to the destination.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey 'genius', did you know that links for

[(Anonymous)]

Hey 'genius', did you know that links and images for anonymous comments work properly when you click on 'reply to this comment'? The person you replied to did know what they were talking about.

Sincerely,

A passing-by anon.

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks for sharing this story. I'm still not convinced that he's as godly as his fans would have you believe, but it's a great story nevertheless and I'm glad I got to read it tonight.

[(Anonymous)]

you seem overinvested in the subject.

[(Anonymous)]

this story will never fail to make me smile