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stilestiliinski · 4 years
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“You mean the good stuff?” “Yeah” Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson
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lgbtsource · 4 years
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drbonesmccoy · 4 years
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♪ Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. ♫
requested by @daughtersofthanos
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quicksiluers · 4 years
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make me choose: 
@daughtersofthanos​ asked: Knives Out or 1917
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ithappensoffstage · 4 years
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URL CHANGE
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daughtersofthanos ---> ithappensoffstage 
Thanks to the transformative work of @lesbianfranzkafka, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Aren't Dead,” we have changed our url after some 6 years. We kept the old url and it will redirect to the new one!
tagging some mutuals ~~
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dailystevegifs · 5 years
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When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (2019)
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usershays · 5 years
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Padmé’s lake dress for @daughtersofthanos​
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thewintersoldier · 4 years
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Keanu Reeves as Heaver in Youngblood (1986)
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lornaka · 4 years
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I, T, V, W?
I. Best Clone? They are all good ;_; but if I had to pick one favorite, Hevy. T. Favorite Species?  Togrutas! Closely followed by twi'leks. V. Favorite Clone Wars Arc? Umbara W. Favorite Rebels Arc? I'm not sure I can divide Rebels into arcs.. but my favorite episode is Twilight of the Apprentice.
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1999 (for the top 3 movies ask)?
i straight up had to go to the wiki for 1999 in film because i couldn’t think of anything off the top of my head but here are three films from 1999 that i have seen sjfksjdfklsdjklfl
the blair witch project (daniel myrick and eduardo sánchez) the blair witch project is not my fave horror movie of all time, but i would be remiss to not recommend it solely based on how effectively it utilizes found footage technique and for its almost singlehanded revitalization of horror as a genre. they build the suspense extremely well, the ending remains creepy, and although it’s a movie that’s been parodied to death, if you’ve never seen it it’s absolutely worth watching
the talented mr. ripley (anthony minghella) this is one that i definitely need to do a rewatch of to see if it still holds up, but i really liked the talented mr. ripley the first time i watched it!! matt damon gives a FANTASTIC performance (as does jude law ofc, who i think was robbed of an oscar that year), the art direction/production design is gorgeous and contrasts so well with the themes of the film (again, the design team were robbed of oscars), and it’s so weird and creepy and overall really well done
titus (julie taymor) i love julie taymor’s work (ironically, her film stuff more than her theatrical stuff, though her design is truly unmatched) and this is one of her best films imho; titus andronicus is a hard show to pull off without it coming across as either afraid of taking risks or so gory and/or over the top in a way that distracts from the purpose of the story. she absolutely nails this film as both a shakespeare adaptation and as a story about cycles of violence and trauma (also the scene where marcus finds lavinia is absolutely one of the most horrifying images i’ve seen on screen but it is a key moment in the film and it’s always stuck with me)
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stilestiliinski · 4 years
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gif request: dceu + favorite female character requested by @wonderwomans
harley quinn
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YOUR WORK HAS BEEN A GIFT TO MANKIND.
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hartigays · 4 years
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Top 3 lines you have written?
YEET BLESS U ANGELS
1. from my triggered!steve fic:
“whole world can tell you what’s what, stevie boy. fact of the matter is, ‘s not their life,” billy tells him, blue eyes burning with a near-electrifying intensity. “you decide who you are. no one gets to do that for you, unless you let ‘em.”
2. from well damn, billy, i can’t control the weather
“I wish you’d let me care about you.” / “I’m trying.”
3. from ‘cause i know it goes bad to worse (you said it first) (i cheated this isn’t one line but fuck the police)
“You said once,” Billy starts, his finger twitching, “that I deserved better. You mean it?”
“You heard that?”
Billy glances over at him, still gnawing on his lip. Asks again, “did you mean what you said?”
“Of course I meant it,” Steve tells him. His cheeks flush. “Wouldn't have said it if I didn’t.”
A yawn escapes Billy’s lips. He’s quiet for another long stretch, his eyes drooping. Steve closes his eyes, doesn’t think Billy is going to speak again, until, “you’re better, you know.”
“What?” Steve asks, his eyes popping open.
“You said I deserved better. You’re better.”
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biillyhargroves · 5 years
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Fluff prompt! Billy survives Starcourt and Steve visits him in the hospital, bringing some silly stuffed animal or whatnot that Billy begrudgingly adores (almost) as much as his boyfriend.
i and love and you(fic requests open)
It was an impulse buy.
Steve had been in the waiting room, pacing back and forth and back and forth as double doors opened to doctors beelining toward waiting families. Joyce had sent Jonathan and Will home with Nancy and Mike, herself and El lingering to see the chief. Lucas and Erica had been picked up by their frantic parents rather quickly. Dustin stayed with Steve as long as he could, but soon enough his mother swooped in with a million questions and tearstained cheeks. Robin, for her part, had called her parents and told them that she was fine and that she was staying to support a friend. They had wanted her home, but she managed to buy a few hours time with the promise that she’d call with updates. In between check-ins, she made vending machine runs while Steve stared at the operating suite doors and Max attempting, for the fifteenth time, to reach her mother. 
When Susan and Neil Hargrove finally showed up, Neil fuming and ready to lay into the police still milling about the waiting room compiling statements and Susan fretting and fussing over Max, Steve secluded himself in the corner. 
“You okay?” Robin asked him, plopping down and tossing a bag of peanut M&Ms in his lap.
“I don’t know,” Steve mumbled. 
“Is that his gold star family?” Robin asked, jutting her chin toward the Hargroves. Neil was shouting at a young police officer while Susan tried to get him to back off and Max sat cross-legged in an uncomfortable plastic chair, watching the doors the way Steve had been and perking up at every doctor and nurse that walked by. 
“Yup,” Steve sighed. “They’re aces.”
“They look it,” Robin said. They both got quiet, and Steve fiddled with the bag of candy in his lap. Robin watched him for a few silent moments before she said, “You want to take a walk?”
One look back at Neil Hargrove filled Steve with the immediate need to run, and so he said yes, and they found themselves wandering toward the gift shop with all of its Indiana keychains and get well balloons.  Steve had absently plucked the little teddy bear off a shelf as he walked, not fully realizing he was holding it until Robin pointed it out.
“You gonna give that your boyfriend, Casanova?”
“What?”
“The bear, dingus.”
“Oh.” Steve had shoved it back on the nearest shelf, feeling somehow embarrassed to be caught with it, but Robin scooped it right back out with a smile that looked some shade of sincere. It was a little brown bear with Get Well Soon embroidered in white thread on its right foot. It wore the somber expression of all stuffed animals and its little paws touched over its chest. Robin pushed it into Steve’s hands.
“You should buy it,” she said. “He’ll like it.”
“You don’t know Billy.”
“Maybe not,” she shrugged, “but it’ll make him think of you.”
And so, on a whim and Robin’s encouragement, Steve paid for the little bear. 
The Hargroves were gone when Steve and Robin returned to the waiting room. The cops were, too, and so were all the government officials mixed among them. Steve and Robin parked themselves in the same two chairs and shared bags of vending machine candy until the Hargroves bustled past them, Max dropping a note written on a stolen Post-It note as they did. 
ICU. Rm 185. Sedated. Stable. 
“You don’t have to stay,” Steve told Robin, but she shook her head.
“You’re my ride,” she told him. “Take as long as you need.”
And so Steve snuck past the recovery rooms and the nurse’s station outside the Intensive Care Unit with the little bear in hand. Room one eighty-five was in the back corner of the unit, and Steve slipped inside as the nurses checked in on other patients. 
The first thing Steve noticed, after his eyes adjusted to the dark, was how small Billy looked. There were tubes and wires attached to him- there was a mask over his mouth and nose and wires stuck to his chest, IV lines snaked around his arm. The bed itself seemed to swallow him whole, blankets piled on top of him, cover up any inch that wasn’t already wrapped in bandages and gauze. The sight of him made Steve’s heart sink. 
“Shit,” he whispered. He stared at Billy for a long while, right up until he heard a nurse walking by the room and had to duck into the corner so that she wouldn’t see him. When he was sure he was safe, he crept to Billy’s bedside and sat down. He gingerly touched Billy’s hand, terrified that any contact might hurt him, and he blinked away the tears that he knew Billy would mock him for if he were awake. “I, uh...I got you something,” Steve said softly. He looked down at the bear still clutched in his free hand. “It’s stupid. I know you’ll make fun of it. But, I don’t know...A friend told me...It’s not important. I just wanted you to have something from me.”
Steve left the bear with Billy that night, and the next morning Max covered him by swearing that she had given the bear to Billy. It sat on the windowsill of Billy’s room in the ICU, and then later in the medical-surgical unit. It had caught Billy’s eye once he was moved, and Max told him that Steve had gotten it for him. He’d scoffed and called Steve a dork, and Max pretended not to see the soft blush that crept into her brother’s cheeks. When Billy was finally discharged, he made Max grab the bear for him. 
He’d never mentioned anything about it to Steve, and Steve had been too embarrassed to ask him about it. Max had told him that she explained everything to him, that Steve had visited him every night and that he wanted Billy to have the bear so that he’d think of him, but Billy never brought it up with Steve, so Steve left it alone, too. He left it alone and pretended not to see it tucked onto a shelf in Billy’s bedroom. It sat there among cassette tapes and empty cigarette boxes, never moved. 
Years later, as they are moving boxes into the apartment they could finally afford, Steve found the bear in a box with a framed photograph of Billy with his mother and a Metallica record that Max had once given him for his birthday. He’d nearly forgotten about the bear. He hadn’t seen it in years, not since Billy had healed enough to start venturing outside his house and they resumed their nighttime sneaking at the Harringtons’. He was sure that Billy had gotten rid of it, that it would be thrown away with the junk he purged while moving. 
Steve carried the little bear from the bedroom to the living room, where Billy was swearing at the coffee table he was trying- and failing -to build.
“You kept this?” Steve asked him, holding up the bear.
“Kept what?” Billy snipped, sounding annoyed. He looked up with furrowed brows, but his features softened when he saw the stuffed animal in Steve’s hands. He made a sound that was something like a sigh and something like a laugh and he shook his head. “No shit, I kept it,” he said.
“I thought you’d think it was...I don’t know, corny or something.”
“It is corny,” Billy said. He turned his attention back to the coffee table, the leg of which Steve was sure he’d snap if the screw didn’t go in right this time. “You’re corny,” Billy mumbled. “That’s why I kept it.” 
“Yeah?” Steve asked. “Really?”
“You gonna make me say it?” Billy asked, still not looking at him. 
“Say what?” Steve said, genuinely dumbfounded. Billy glanced up at him from his spot on the floor.
“That I love you and your stupid bear, idiot.”
And maybe his words were a little harsh. Maybe Billy was a little rough around the edges. But he loved Steve, and he carried that stupid little Get Well Soon teddy bear around for years because he loved Steve, and that is all that mattered.
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captain-flint · 4 years
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70 & 84 for the ask game
what was the last concert you saw?
holy shit that was almost 2 years ago. it was a local singer who is also one of my favourite local singers. i haven’t been to many concerts in my life. i haven’t actually been to a big concert, like a worldwide famous singer or band, ever. i live in a small country, we don’t get those often and when we do it’s someone i don’t care about
chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?
chocolate, always. rainbow taste too sweet
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hardytoms · 6 years
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Love, Simon (2018) dir. Greg Berlanti
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