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spectrumtacular · 7 months

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2, 11, 13, 16, 21, 31, 34, and 40 for the movie asks?

2. what movie do you wish you could unwatch?

Cheech & Chong's The Corsican Brothers, which. It's bad. It's just so bad. I don't find Cheech and Chong all that funny in general but even by their standards Jesus CHRIST it was bad. Terminally unfunny and not even in a stoner comedy way??? Why would The Stoner Comedy Guys(TM) make a swashbuckling farce!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're only remotely funny in a stoner comedy way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11. a genre you just can’t stand

Hmmmmmmm I do have favourites in every genre, but in terms of subgenres I absolutely cannot stand wagon train movies, I actively hope the pioneers get murdered by the Apache or whatever but alas they never do :(

13. do you have a favorite film in another language?

Oh yeah loads!! Too many to pick just one, so I'm gonna give you one of each language represented in my favourites list on Letterboxd: Divorce Italian Style (Italian), The Wages of Fear (French), Seven Samurai (Japanese), Viy (Russian), Aguirre, the Wrath of God (German), Searchers (Inuktitut), Fist of Fury (Cantonese), Nostalgia for the Light (Spanish), Son of Saul (Hungarian), Waltz With Bashir (Hebrew), City of God (Portuguese)

16. favorite book to film adaptation?

Dracula: Pages From a Virgin's Diary, the most balls to the walls yet oddly book accurate Dracula movie ever conceived. Guy Maddin the director that you are...

21. favorite animated film?

I'm gonna go with a handful of my favourite NFB animated shorts for this one, as I'm broadly obsessed with the NFB: Gloria Victoria, Blackfly, Lumaajuuq, Begone Dull Care, The Log Driver's Waltz, and The Cat Came Back!

31. do you remember the first movie you saw in theaters?

The first movie I ever saw in theatres is allegedly The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie and I have NO memory of this experience.

34. which film is the most visually beautiful?

Lawrence of Arabia has the most stunning landscapes, Murnau's Faust has the most breathtaking tableaus, and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes has Marilyn Monroe in the orange dress. Okay that last one was a joke but I'm dead serious about the first two.

40. a film you think everyone should see at least once

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly!!!! Score of all time, editing of all time, climax of all time, western of all time, movie of all time!!!

more film asks here

#thank you for the ask these were fun :)#also i lied earlier if i had to pick just one foreign favourite it'd be divorce italian style. marcello mastroianni you are my one and only #long post

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frnndlcs · 3 months

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Divorzio all'italiana, Pietro Germi, 1961

#divorce italian style #divorzio all'italiana #pietro germi

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harrysfolklore · 4 months

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my favorite fics, vol 6

it’s been a while since the last time i posted a fic rec masterpost ! here are my favorite fics i’ve read recently (i’m doing one for tom soon) enjoy !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

fluff:

perception by @goldengalore

harry styles talking about his girlfriend for 16 minutes by @astranva

afterparty by @chaoticloving

favorite holiday by @tsumtsumrry (has smut)

knight in shinning armor by @fetusharryluvr

just called to say i love you by @harrywritingsbyme

bad habit by @ifancyharry

maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two by @itsallyscorner

when you fall in love by @avatar-anna

serendipity by @adorebeaa (has smut and angst)

pinky swear by @inyourhaven

italy by @bonesandchalamet

5 ways harry mentions you on stage by @glitteredrry

my love, we were in paris by @alonetimelover

sweet nothings by @pancakes4two

get enough by @theshyspy

this insta blurb by @llvstrous099

dynamic by @mydearesthrry

the pact by @harryslittlefreakk

oh, i think she said by @justmeinatree

routines by @elioslover

coffee talk by @itsallyscorner

finally a dad by @flwrsforu

bo peep by @haarrrys

this by @harryyskiwii

angst:

little freak by @goldenbuckyyy

i wish i could change by @cowboy-like-mee

argument by @secret-rendezvous1d

don’t let me down by @itsprashimusic

false god by @sleepyhollands

airport chaos by @musicforastylesrestaurant

this by @alonetimelover

if you love something by @writingsfromhome

home is a feeling by @adore-laur

smut:

italian sun by @harry-on-broadway

no guarantee by @allofurlove

we fight, we make up by @strawnarrries

bad idea, right? by @atharryshouse

private show by @stylesharrys

bad idea right by @lukesaprince

under his bed by @gurugirl

tease by @eveningepiphany

just a little taste by @stylescine

series:

begin again by @sweetcherryharry

ifall for harry by @freedomfireflies

the divorce by @butdaddyilovehim-hs

stages of grief by @missmielyhoran

somebody else by @harrystylescherry

ms honey by @solarisstyles

#harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic recs #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst

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hotvintagepoll · 4 months

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Propaganda

James Dean (East of Eden)—no propaganda submitted

Marcello Mastroianni (Divorce Italian Style, La Dolce Vita)—no propaganda submitted

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

#james dean #marcello mastroianni #old hollywood #fuck that old man #hotvintagepoll #round 1 #idk if marcello really counts but we'll give him permission due to the heat!

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Divorzio all'italiana / Divorce Italian Style Pietro Germi. 1961

Ruins Teatro Antico di Taormina, Via del Teatro Greco, 1, 98039 Taormina ME, Italy See in map

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#pietro germi #divorzio all'italiana #divorce italian style #temple #taormina #ruins #daniela rocca #leopoldo trieste #movie #cinema #film #location #google maps #street view #1961

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ave09 · 10 months

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indiana jones x wife!reader

note: this is inspired by true events. this has never happened but the character of “your mother” is inspired by my own, a woman who has such high expectations for me and is very controlling that it literally kills me. i was going through a tough time and ended up writing this because i like to force my problems onto fictional characters and the only one i could seek comfort in was indiana jones.

“this is a lovely meal, honey.”

a smile graced your lips as indiana complimented you, shooting you a dazzling grin as he continued to shove more of the delicious food into his mouth.

on the other side of the table, your mother grimaced, “are you positive you peeled the skin off of the shrimp?”

you fought the urge to scream.

since you were little, your mother was adamant on making sure you did everything correctly. she had very high expectations , ones that you sometimes struggled to reach.

you thought that things would be different now that you were an adult. you had your own home, your own life, your own husband. there should’ve been nothing to correct.

and yet she found a way.

the moment the woman entered your home, she had made comments about the decor. it was simple pastels, mixed with some artifacts on display that indiana had brought home.

“you should put those away. they clash.”

“they’re beautiful. indy wouldn’t bring something home if it didn’t somehow find a way to fit in.”

“tell him to do better.”

you liked how the house was set up. you had a vision, and you’d achieved it. but now here your mother was, finding a way to slander it.

to the unknowing eye, one would think she was trying to help. of course, that’s what she thought she was doing. but you had endured twenty-five long years of constant criticism and correcting.

you couldn’t bear it.

her next comment was about your clothing. you were clad in a beautiful sundress that indiana had gifted you with when he returned from a visit to cairo. it had been a gift from your good friend sallah.

it was chic and comfortable, and you adored it.

but your mother did not.

“what are you wearing?” she had asked.

you frowned, “a dress?”

she wrinkled her nose, “i am not a fan of the style.” of course she wasn’t. your mother was known to wear modest conserving clothing. this dress that hugged your curves and displayed some cleavage seemed to be a sin to her.

“it’s beautiful, mom.” you had replied, wishing that indiana would return home soon so you wouldn’t have to deal with her alone.

when your were younger, your father had always defended you. he was there in those late nights where you sobbed, believing you weren’t enough because you could fulfill your mother’s wishes.

but since the divorce, he had been living in london, as far away from your mother as possible.

only indiana could save you now.

it had been an hour or so since her arrival when indiana returned home. he had been catching up on grading schoolwork and had gotten caught up with marcus, who apparently had another job for him.

you were happy for him when he came home with the news.

your mother was not.

“henry, i do not understand how you can just leave your wife at home all alone.”

indiana furrowed his brows, “she’s a strong woman. plus, i think she likes it when i’m gone.”

you had rolled your eyes, “oh yes because i love it when my husband is halfway around the world.”

you were joking of course. the sarcasm in your voice was prominent. you loved when indiana went away mainly because of the happiness it gave him.

exploring the world was his calling. and often times he’d take you with him. after all, he couldn’t always leave without his best girl.

and of course, your mother did not approve once again.

“it cannot be healthy! leaving her all alone! i couldn’t bear it.” she then turned to you, a rude comment ready on her tongue. you weren’t prepared. you were currently setting the table for the delicious supper you’d been working on all evening. it was a special italian shrimp sauce, one that was usually reserved for christmas in your childhood home.

because your mother was coming over, you wanted to prove that you could make it just as good.

prove that you could do something right.

“maybe you should’ve married that scientist your father was friends with.. what was his name..?”

you almost dropped the plate you were holding, glancing at indiana who held the same expression you did.

how dare she?

you watched as indiana’s fists clenched, and you were sure he was going to lose it soon.

so you set down the plates and took matters into your own hands, “i love indy, mom. he is a great husband who treats me well. i am very thankful to have him.”

“of course, but-“

“would you like a drink, mom? i bought that brand of red that you like.” this was a distraction, you needed to escape for even a few minutes. “indy? love, could you help me?”

he nodded, “of course honey.” and follows you into the kitchen. you exhaled deeply, moving toward the alcohol cabinet, “the nerve of that woman.” he humbled, leaning against the counter, “i tell ya, sweetheart, if she wasn’t your mother, i’d have kicked her to the curb.”

you stifled a laugh, “tell me about it..” you retrieved the bottle of wine, handing it to your husband, “open that for me?” he obliged, and then you moved to the refrigerator, retrieving a large bottle of vodka, one that was only brought out on special occasions.

you lifted the bottle to your lips, taking a large swig. indiana stared at you in concern, “take it easy on that.” he said, but didn’t try and stop you. you were stressed, and if this was the only way to cool your nerves now, then so be it.

you took a few more gulps, placing the bottle onto the counter, your head falling into your hands, “why do i even try anymore?” you murmured.

“you’re a daughter trying to have a relationship with her mother. it’s not a crime.”

you sighed deeply, blinking back tears. you could hear the clink of the wine glasses, and suddenly indiana’s arms were around you, embracing you tightly.

this was what you needed. an escape. a way out from these unachievable expectations.

indiana was your escape.

he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “just one hour left, baby. one hour, and she’s gone. okay?”

you nodded slowly, “yeah. yeah, one hour.” you glanced up at him, a soft smile toying on your lips, “thank you for being here.”

“i’m always here, sweetheart.” he leaned forward, his lips encasing yours in a sweet kiss.

“where’s the wine!”

you stifled a groan, “duty calls.” you muttered.

and now here you were, at the dinner table, doing everything in your power not to cry. she did not deserve your tears.

“yes mom, i bought the already peeled shrimp.” you replied coolly. she wrinkled her nose in disgust, “something isn’t right, did you buy the correct sauce? it was bold of you to try and recreate such a meal, i had hope looking at it, but eating it now, there’s something wrong-“

you couldn’t do it.

“oh my god, just because it isn’t your way doesn’t mean i did something wrong!” you exclaimed, your patience gone. your mother’s eyes widened, “are you really getting upset with me because i corrected you?”

you scoffed, setting down your utensils, “mom, the moment you walked into my house, you’ve insulted my home, you’ve insulted my husband, and you have insulted me.”

“oh please-“

you rose quickly in your seat, chair clattering against the hardwood floor, shocking both indiana and your mother.

“for twenty-five goddamn years i have tried. i have tried so fucking hard to be good. i wanted to make you proud, that’s all i’ve ever wanted. but lately, i have come to the realization that… i will never be good enough for you.”

tears threatened to spill but you blinked them away. just a few more seconds. finish what you need to say.

“and i’m sorry. i am. but, i’m not going to do this anymore, i’m not going to be put down constantly just because i cannot achieve your high expectations. so,” you took a deep breath, “i want you to leave.”

your mother rose from her chair, almost as if challenging you. “what did you just say?”

“oh i’m sorry, maybe i wasn’t clear enough-get the fuck out of my house.”

she gasped, offended. but you did not care, not anymore.

your mother huffed, grabbing her purse, “you are no daughter of mine.”

“fine by me.” you shot back, and without another word, you turned on your heel and rushed upstairs.

indiana was absolutely surprised by your actions, but he could not be more proud of you. all your life you’d followed orders like a soldier, and now you finally stood up to her.

he was beaming with pride. your mother turned to him, narrowing her eyes, “you are a bad influence, henry. you have ruined her.”

“didn’t my wife just tell you to get the fuck out?”

it wasn’t long before she left. indiana locked the door behind her before he went upstairs. the master bedroom door was closed. he rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, “sweetheart? you okay?”

his hand grasped the door handle, pushing it open. he found you curled in a ball in the corner of the room, your head buried into your knees. he rushed toward you, dropping to his knees, “hey, hey, it’s alright.”

your shoulders shook with sobs. you didn’t know what you were feeling, happiness, sadness, but there was one thing you certainly felt, and that was freedom. the chains of perfection had been taken off.

you were free.

indiana pulled you close to him, rubbing your back soothingly, “you did it, baby. you stood your ground-you stood your ground and i am so proud of you.”

maybe you were never able to make your mother feel proud of you, but you had made indiana swell with pride by doing the simple actions.

and his approval was all you needed.

he kissed your forehead gently, resting his head against yours, “you’re free baby. you’re finally free.”

#indiana jones x reader #indiana jones #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #indiana jones and the temple of doom #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #indy x reader #indiana jones and the last crusade

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toulousewayne · 7 months

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Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 3

Even though has vigilantes they Batfam drive several different vehicles, most of them don’t have a license or got it late. Steph,Cass,Duke, and Damian don’t have licenses. Dick,Tim, and Barbara have licensed, Jason has a fake license due to the fact he and Bruce were supposed to declare him not dead but both have forgotten and he just gets Barbara to update it if it expires.

Speaking of cars I feel like those that can drive have favorite or one specific vehicle that use.

Bruce drives an all grey Lamborghini or a red Porsche.

Dick has a older Porsche in green.

Barbara had a yellow buggy when she was younger but now she has a black SUV.

Tim usually takes one of Bruce’s Mercedes.

Jason has two motorcycles and a older impala he fixed up in his spare time.

Damian likes to paint his sisters nails, he finds it calming. Stephanie is his favorite, Cass only likes her nails painted sometimes not all the time and Babs picks at her nails when she’s stressed. Stephanie let’s him pick the color and the just sit in his room while he paints.

Bruce has a large collection of alcohol but he himself doesn’t drink.

Alfred has a notebook with a contact for each family member in case they won’t listen to him or needs help. Bruce has Clark, Dick has Wally, Jason has Roy, Tim has Conner, Damian has Jon, and Barbara has Dinah. If plan A fails he’ll call plan B for any of them. Diana.

Tim has Hypoglycemia.

Dick has the most tattoos. It’s only five and their all small.

Bruce can’t stand the smell of gasoline it reminds him of when he lost Jason.

Alfred will order pizza once a month. One to give him a break and two because no eats the same pizza so he has order everyone their own whole pizza. It goes as followed.

Bruce doesn’t really like pizza that much but he eat what kind Alfred orders him, Dick is a Hawaii pizza Guy pineapple and all, Jason likes Buffalo chicken pizza, Tim likes pepperoni, Damian of course gets vegetarian, Duke what pepperoni and nothing else, Stephanie like plain cheese, Cass likes Pepperoni and and black olives, Barbara likes Supreme,and Alfred doesn’t like pizza he likes the cheesy garlic bread or flatbread pizza.

Personally I think of Jason has either half Latino and Italian or Puerto Rican, Tim has Korean American.

In that same vein, I see the Batfamily in this height range: Jason is 6’2-6’3, Bruce is 6’2,Alfred is 6’1, Duke is 6’0, Dick is 5’11, Barbara is 5’10, Stephanie and Cassandra are 5’9,Tim is 5’8, Damian is 5’5.

Also, we all know Tim is Bi,Selina is Bi and Kate is a lesbian. I see the other Bats as different sexual orientation as well. Dick is Pan, Jason is Asexual, Stephanie is Pan, Cass and Damian are both Aromatic, Duke is straight, and Barbara is Bicurious but is comfortable to enough to appreciate beautiful women. Bruce is Bi and just doesn’t know it yet.

Cass is very good a tending to different hairstyles and textures. She braids Babs,Steph and Dick’s hair. She’s also helps Damian and Bruce with their hair due to over styling it putting to much product in their hair. She also cuts Dick’s hair when it gets to long and greasy.

Duke is very good baking and his sweets are high on everyone’s lists like Alfred.

Stephanie definitely is the Big Sister Damian always needed. She pranks him, teases him about his crushes, but she also leaves her apartment window unlocked for Damian to enter at anytime of the night when he feels overwhelmed and doesn’t want to go to Bludhaven. She takes him to his favorite art supply store in Gotham Heights, and even gifts him stuff for his next project.

Tim is definitely the lost child of Dick and Barbara. Even though the two aren’t together and have different relationships(another head cannon), Tim is pretty much their child of divorce. They both have check his location to make sure he’s not trying to burn down LexCorp, or if he hasn’t left is room for three days straight Tim might find it strange that all tech disabled except for his phone but it’s reprogrammed to only call Barbara and only then will she fix it devices. Dick will just randomly enter Tim’s office at Wayne Enterprises and will mess with his stuff while Tim’s on a zoom meeting. And once he’s done he will ask Tim what’s their plans for lunch.

Selina and Talia both will make random trips to Wayne Manor to check on their children. Selina has threatened Bruce’s life numerous times for shouting at Dick or Duke. Bruce has woken up in the middle of the night to a dagger drawn to his throat he knows it’s Talia and all she says is, “Don’t make me have to have this talk again beloved, I’d hate for poor Alfred to have to clean up your room.”

Tim and Damian both hate mint chocolate chip ice cream. Cass finds it enjoyable and will help eat their portions if she needs to.

Duke taught Damian how to play Spades, and in return Damian taught him to paint so he could paint his girlfriend a gift for their anniversary.

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