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one thing about kyle gallner is no matter how dogshit the movie is he's gonna put his whole pussy into it

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Interview with the Vampire 1.05 | 1.06 | 2.03

#he’s just like me fr #iwtv

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"Safe Sex: Latex and Lace" by Wendy Jill York

source: The Femme Mystique, edited by Lesléa Newman

#love

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What I say: I’m fine

What I mean: Louis called Armand by the original name that he was enslaved with and Armand immediately called him ���Maitre” by reflex and all this time people have been claiming Armand is controlling but actually—

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#this episode really exposed what their dynamic is actually like and it’s such a complete flip from how we’ve been interpreting it before #god i can’t wait for the next episode this season is so good #iwtv

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#ph

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Morgan Mandalay (American, 1985) - Reflexive Confrontation on the 101 (2016)

#art

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when will i stop waiting for the future? it’s already here it hasn’t come to pass i’m missing it everyday. i feel like i daydream and pine and wish my life away

#now that i know i’m moving back home mostly likely next month i can’t stop thinking and planning

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IN A VIOLENT NATURE (trailer) chris nash, 2024

#need to watch this again. it was so good #in a violent nature

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#saw

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taylor swift is to women what nfts are to men

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SAW VII dir. kevin greutert

#saw

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cold blue summer

a slasher movie AU for The Passenger (2023)

Elliot Sheppard, a third-grade teacher at Central Elementary, abused children for many years before being exposed and taking his own life. Now, twenty years later, the school is being demolished, and something has awakened.... Strap in for the cruelest summer on record.

An homage to classic slasher movies with a summer romance flair.

Read the intro below and read the first chapter (and the rest as it updates this summer) on ao3! Mind the tags--suicide, implied/referenced child abuse, graphic depictions of violence.

School lets out early that year.  

The kids don’t question it, no matter how many times they catch the adults cutting conversations short when they walk in the room.  You don’t look too hard at a gift like that, four extra days of blue sky and no schedule.  

The school makes a statement that says everything and nothing, tries to keep the details vague, but word spreads anyway like kudzu.  The parents sit and fret, cancel camps, extend family vacations.  Stand in the hallways late at night and peer through cracked bedroom doors and swallow their dread down whole and kicking.  Read statistics.  Count their blessings.  

It’s a weird summer, gets off on a weird foot, like trying to hopscotch wrong-foot-forward.  

It’s early Monday morning, too early for teachers to arrive yet.  The schedule change allows extra time to tear down posters, enter the final few grades.  Nobody’s in a rush, though, to sit alone in the empty classrooms.  To sit in the silence of that building and let imagination run wild.  To be there, in the place where it happened.  In proximity to the unthinkable, guilty by association.  By ignorance.  By inaction.  

Elliot Sheppard has been missing for three days.  

The playground for the younger grades sits on the east side of the school at the base of the hill.  The kids call it the Little Toy, relative to the Big Toy, which is on the other side of the building and reserved for the older grades.  Weeds have already started their seasonal conquest, bursting up at the edge of the wood chips and in the shade of the slide.  The foursquare courts need repainting.  A kickball sits half-deflated in the grass at the bottom of the hill.  

The lonesome call of a mourning dove trembles over the dew.  The sun stretches its arms over the lowlands, rosy and resplendent.  In the pale dawn light, blood drips black onto the wood chips.  The gun sits mere inches from the thick-fingered hand that dropped it.  Very little of the man remains above the bridge of his nose, mouth rent asunder, a tooth fairy’s bounty.  Flies already swarm around the pale blue sinkholes of his eyes.  

He will be found in less than an hour by the secretary who bid him good morning every day since she started at Central.  The police will identify him immediately and do their damnedest to keep these details out of the media too, in the name of protecting privacy, protecting dignity.  In an effort to shelter the soft and innocent from the uglier parts of life.  

This time, at least, they might succeed.  

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Three miles away and twenty years later, Benson Rousseau jolts awake with a scream in his throat.  

#ohhhhh my god #i can’t wait to read more this is amazing!! #the passenger

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this counts as research right

#no hesitation #poll

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Ben Nye adjusting the makeup for The Fly (1958)

#film

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SCOTT PATTERSON as PETER STRAHM SAW IV (2007) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman

#not arguing with a man with long eyelashes. whatever you say beautiful #saw

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i couldn't make the words a png but i'm doing my best okay

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#ph