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rhetthammersmithhorror · 1 year

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The Lost Saucer | 1975-76

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videoreligion · 9 months

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Dr. Alien (1989)

#Dr. Alien #David DeCoteau #comedy film #80s comedy #comedy scifi #sci-fi #science fiction #science fiction comedy #sexploitation film #b-movie #b movie #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #cult cinema #cult movie

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lexiklecksi · 1 year

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Soul assignment

Rewritten for @flashfictionfridayofficial; word count: 797, genre: science-fiction comedy?

Disclaimer: This is just a silly short story about gender identity. It's not intended to make fun of different gender identities, so please read this with a humorous view point and don't yell at me in the comments for writing something stupid. I hope some of you enjoy reading this!

“Soul 1,560,321,493: female body, soul 1,560,321,494: male body, soul 1,560,321,495: female body…” The entity is busy assigning bodies to the souls who are ready to be born. They are doing so by using the binary system of male and female. Us newbies consider this binary assigning system very old-school, but what can you do? Can’t change a running system, you know. But I’ve started my own little rebellion with some fellow critical thinkers.

Their eternal rule is endless and flawless in their opinion. So what can I change? After all, I’m just a small official working in the “soul to body” administrative department. This is my afterlife and I should consider myself lucky for being sent to the in-between. I could have been sent to hell or, even worse, to heaven. They think I should thank them with every moment of my eternal afterlife for the mercy they’ve shown me. Cause let’s be honest: I wasn’t a good guy. I was a sinner just like everyone else. I’ve stopped believing in God a long time ago. You wanna know if God exists, huh? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you: I still don’t know cause I’m not in heaven, I’m in the in-between where the entities have full control. Maybe, if I get lucky and do my job well for long enough, I'll get a second hand soul. A new chance to live life to the fullest, no regrets and no strings attached. But I doubt that the entities will reward me with a second hand soul. After all, I'm not a good candidate and they don't want to waste souls.

“Soul 1,560,321,508: male body …” Their counting disrupts my train of thought. Focus! Focus on your job, man. You’ve still got 100 souls to assign to their respective bodies today. I’m still saying today even though I’m out of the concept of time now. Old behaviours don’t change, I guess. I’m trying to grasp the sheet with all the numbered souls and possible genders with my pure will, how they taught me in my training. I take a look at the sheet. I physically can’t see since I no longer have eyes and this isn’t a sheet of paper, but it’s easier to imagine it is, than to face the new reality of being a bodyless soul, floating around without ever turning into matter. Zero gravity and no surroundings to refer to…. Actually, it’s easier not to think about this at all.

I look at the numbered souls, listed as fresh souls and second hand souls with their respective number. There are two columns next to them: male or female body? I take out my imaginary pencil and draw a new column titled other genders. My former body would grin at this act of silent protest. I start assigning other genders: non-binary, agender, and transgender. I mean, human gender identity is so complicated anyway… They can’t all fit into the binary system. I feel the presence of my supervisor. I’m not used to my new senses yet, but I’m getting better in differentiating presences and “hearing” them speak. “You’ve only assigned 11 souls to their bodies! What is taking you so long? Get faster! You still have 89 souls to assign!”

Quickly, I put a cross in the male or female section for the remaining souls. Hey, don’t think I’ve forgotten my protest just because I’m afraid of losing my job! And by losing my job I mean losing my privilege of spending the afterlife in the in-between. I can’t face my punishment for a life badly lived! I just can’t, okay? So I assign the next 100 souls to male or female bodies, but it’s a boring job. So boring that I get creative and invent new genders: none-gender, supercisgender, trainsgender. It’s so much fun to make up new categories! Aren’t you afraid of the confusion you will cause these to-be-born souls?, you might ask now. No, I’m not worried at all. I’m sure they’ll be fine. My fellow critical thinkers probably wouldn’t agree but I like the thought of a human being having to figure out what the hell a trainsgender is. Come on! You have to admit it’s a bit funny, even though it’s silly.

Though I do hope they will like my choices. But does it really matter what body and gender identity you get assigned before or after birth? It only matters what you make of it. You have a whole life to live! Live it well. Don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made, or you might end up in the “soul to body” administrative department or some other place - wait no I mean state - in the in-between. Might as well go to heaven or hell. Rest in peace, losers!

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schlock-luster-video · 2 years

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On July 30, 1993 Coneheads debuted in Brazil.

#coneheads #brazil #dan aykroyd #comedy film #comedy #science fiction comedy #science fiction art #science fiction film #movie art #art #drawing #movie history

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filmgifs · 2 months

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Poor Things (2023) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

#poor things #poor things 2023 #poorthingsedit #filmedit #2020s #science fiction #romance #drama #comedy #yorgos lanthimos #gif #liz #poor things spoilers #mark ruffalo #ramy youssef #christopher abbott #willem dafoe

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cinematicsource · 1 month

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This is fabulous. It is? You're in the dark period. Before light and wisdom come to you. You must forge through it, and once on the other side... you will be grateful to this moment. But you must keep going.

POOR THINGS (2023) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

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0ckish · 3 months

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HIIII for a uni exam i had to design the ghostbusters as if they had a cartoon now and i had so much fun doing it! i love the ghostbusters a lot, so besides doing the lineup i redrew some scenes with my designers and i had a blast i hope i can do mor en the future ^^

#mariscos ishi #ghostbusters #procreate #procreate art #cazafantasmas #ghostbusters fanart #cartoon redesign #character design #egon spengler #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #peter venkman #i have a slight preference over egon wink wink #janine melnitz #slimer #i love me some dorky science fiction comedy movies #im sane i swear i did this all in one day

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hezzabeth · 5 months

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"For the last time, that poem isn't romantic! It's insulting," Revati yelled over her shoulder as she began to pedal.

The layout of Olde Landon had been deliberately designed to keep tourists inside for as long as possible. There was only one way to access the front gates, and that involved defeating the Queen of Hearts' hedge maze. When the park was still open, tourists would be forced to spend at least an hour in the maze, stumbling upon tiny toy shops and food stands around every corner. The same thing occurred when they left, resulting in a very rich park and bankrupt guests. Now the maze was overgrown and easy enough to navigate.

Revati pedaled past the cart that once sold her heart-shaped sunglasses. Then she turned left, almost crashing into the wall of roses. The wall of roses stared back at her, their red blooms heavy and suspicious. Thanks to Bridgadeiro, she knew they were probably secretly insulting her.

The next turn consisted of an old stardust popcorn stand. Revati skidded to a stop and inspected the inside tray, where a few ancient kernels lay. Carefully, she picked up several of them and placed them in her jacket pocket. As far as she could tell, the kernels were seeds. Someone was shifting around the corner, causing the branches to shake.

"Aurora, is that you? Did you go ahead of me?" Revati yelled.

"While conferring in the labyrinth where false preachers reeked of death, the monster began to growl," a voice called from around the corner. An unfamiliar, flat female voice. Raiders. Raiders were, of course, an occupational hazard in any post-apocalyptic settlement. Normally, they never made it further than the broken glass pit at the park's gates. Sometimes Dityaa would bring one in, insisting they were "lovely," which always led to awkward dinners.

Revati slowly walked around the maze corner. There was a screeching metallic sound, and the weapon fell from Revati's hand. An android was slumped over on the ground. Once it would have been golden, but now it was rusty and covered in mud. Someone had ripped its legs off, leaving nothing but wires and tubes spitting bright blue fluid. Instead of a torso, there was a black empty hole with a concave door swinging on its bent hinges.

"And in the forgotten twists, footsteps quicken, hearts beat, and teeth are bared," the android chirped, its voice still distorted and far away. The android's face was a beautiful mask. Still-carved eyes. Unmoving sweet lips.

Revati powered up her solar gun and slowly walked forward, aiming it at the android. The android's metal eyes scraped in their sockets, turning towards her.

“Is that you? My darling Perdita?” The android’s voice whispered, the lips unmoving. The whispering voice had a posh lilt to its accent. Revati refused to answer. It was best to never engage with AI.

“Perdita, I clawed my way in! They know about you; the spider knows,” the android whispered before collapsing completely.

Revati slowly walked forward, still holding her weapon. With one foot, she kicked the android. It didn’t move. Its power had definitely died.

“Spider? Is that some sort of gang?” Revati whispered to herself. Gangs were always given stupid names.

“The spider is us; the spider is legion,” a flat robotic voice called out, and Revati spun around.

Queen Victoria was standing behind her, scorch marks all over her dress. A faint blue glow was erupting from beneath the skin of Queen Victoria’s chest.

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dailyflicks · 26 days

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Back to the Future Part III (1990)

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rhetthammersmithhorror · 3 months

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Arena | 1989

#Arena #Screaming Mad George #Peter Manoogian #Paul Satterfield #Charles Band #science fiction #practical effects #hammersmith horror #monster suit #suitmation #scifi comedy #80s scifi

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videoreligion · 8 months

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Dr. Alien (1989)

#Dr. Alien #David DeCoteau #comedy film #80s comedy #comedy scifi #sci-fi #science fiction #science fiction comedy #sexploitation film #b-movie #b movie #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #cult cinema #cult movie

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skullislandproductions · 5 months

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If at first you don’t succeed….Duck Dodgers pitch cover - This second attempt to sell Duck Dodgers as a television show in Oct. 1998, had Lola Bunny joining the crew, Sparky being reduced to a smaller role with Dodgers’ rival Star Johnson. John P. McCann was in charge of revamping this version of the show. He asked me and Tony Cervone to adapt the artwork to reflect this new direction.