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mannen · 2 years
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eye-of-yelough · 16 days
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okay okay okay okay. no ramblings because my thoughts aren’t coherent but i do have screencaps and a clip.
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southwarkfair · 2 months
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throwback to the time before tgm came out when this was literally the only result you'd get if you searched for 'barkilphedro' on google images
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sometimes youre like "hey, remember that lawsuit from years ago where warner brothers would have had to prove ghosts were real, i wonder how that whole thing ended. i should look that up."
and turns out you shouldnt look it up. or at least not when youre gonna be going to sleep within the next hour.
because turns out the legally proving ghosts are real thing is one of the easier things to digest in that clusterfuck of copyright claims.
the warrens are/were bad people who seem to have given away exclusive rights for their lifestory at least twice, maybe thrice, and its all downhill from there
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popsicle-stick · 1 year
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What you posted made me imagine how Dracula and the vampire sisters after some point would haunt Jonathan nightly (It has always been at night-time that I have been molested or threatened, or in some way in danger or in fear) and I now think of the scenario of the Castle being this non euclidean entity, and he can only escape them in very specific ways (like hiding in specific angles like in The Hounds Of Tantalus) .
you. you get it.
but honestly incomprehensible cosmic horror dracula is something that i think about So Often like. how does he even interact with the natural laws of this world?? bc if he doesn't play by the rules of our 4 dimensions, then maybe he doesn't experience time like a line. perhaps he's everywhere, always. this actually makes it more horrifying, because then....like. how could jonathan ever escape, if dracula can see him do it before he even tries?
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russellmoreton · 1 year
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Amorphous Photography : Star Trails/Washing Line by Russell Moreton Via Flickr: Prints from an Archive of Negatives Stand Development Rodinal 1:100
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fleshblight · 2 years
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Unpopular opinion: not every story needs a movie/show adaptation.
Some of not most books and graphic novels are better as books and graphic novels. Part of the allure of written fiction is that total separation from the real world and no amount of special effects will ever match that
So idk maybe create original stories specifically made to be told in the medium of film instead of recycling stories that have already been told perfectly well
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psychoticwillgraham · 6 months
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feelin real weird again where everything feels too…. Sharp. like the world around me and reality itself are in 4k clarity and im in like, 50s tv static quality. like blurry around the edges, hell, nothing more than some airwave static and it feels like I’m trapped in a 4k world. a different plane of reality other than our own, like I was cut and pasted from my real one into this one.
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thedreadvampy · 1 year
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male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'
death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'
I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts
death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.
male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.
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asweetprologue · 1 year
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The most interesting thing to me thus far about this whole goncharov thing is that Tumblr has collectively constructed some pretty convincing side characters for this movie. Katya leaps off the page as this frustrated woman caged by her lack of autonomy, Sofia coyly plays both sides and acts above it all when really she's desperate for the same freedom Katya is. Ice Pick Joe is a less developed character who nonetheless acts as a stand in for the inescapable nature of cycles of violence. andrey, loyal to a fault, gets pulled deeper and deeper into goncharov's orbit until there's no way for him to make it out alive
and yet with all that I have ZERO sense of who goncharov is supposed to be himself. i've see a lot of stuff suggesting that the film is theoretically about loss, including the loss of one's identity, shown primarily through the way goncharov becomes unrecognizable to himself by the time of his death at the end of the film (seeing himself in a fractured mirror is a common motif). it's very interesting to me that we have a fine time coming up with a group of collective blorbos based on mafia movie tropes, but somehow the main character feels unknowable, to the degree that we had to make that one of the core themes of the film.
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mannen · 2 years
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yournewlodger · 1 year
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Okay, so here are our options:
1. David Tennant is the Fourteenth Doctor because the Jodie Whittaker's Doctor regenerated into him.
2. Ncuti Gatwa is the Fourteenth Doctor because Ten3 does not count.
3. Sacha Dhawan is the Fourteenth Doctor because Jodie Whittaker's doctor regenerated into him.
4. Jodie Whittaker is the Fourteenth Doctor due to the existence of the War Doctor.
5. Peter Capaldi is the Fourteenth Doctor due to the existence of the War Doctor and the time David Tennant regenerated into himself.
6. Matt Smith is the Fourteenth Doctor due to the existence of the War Doctor, and the time David Tennant regenerated into himself, and Jo Martin’s Doctor.
7. David Tennant is the Fourteenth Doctor due to the existence of the War Doctor, and the fact that he regenerated into himself, and Jo Martin's Doctor, and the existence of TenToo.
8. TenToo is the Fourteenth Doctor for the above reasons.
9. Donna Noble is the Fourteenth Doctor for the above above reasons.
10. Both David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa's Doctors' true numbers are unknowable due to the existence of The Timeless Child.
11. Both David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa's Doctors' true numbers are unknowable due to the existence of The Timeless Child, and the uncountable amount of times The Twelfth Doctor died and was reborn in Heaven Sent.
12. Both David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa's Doctors' true numbers are unknowable due to the existence of The Timeless Child, and the uncountable amount of times The Twelfth Doctor died and was reborn in Heaven Sent, and all Doctors seen in noncanon materials are actually canon (Peter Cushing films, Scream of the Shalka, Curse of the Fatal Death, etc...)
13. Both David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa's Doctors' true numbers are unknowable for all of the above reasons and also because pseudo-Doctors such as The Valeyard and The Dream Lord are also The Doctor.
14. The above is true, but The Doctor is simply a title, and anyone who claims to be The Doctor is also The Doctor. Jackson Lake is The Doctor. Clara is The Doctor. Missy is The Doctor. Graham is The Doctor. Every actor who has played The Doctor are also The Doctor.
15. The above is true, but due to The Egg Theory everyone else is also The Doctor. We are all The Doctor.
16. None of the above is true because no Doctor after the Revival is canon.
17. None of the above is true because no Doctor after the First Doctor is canon.
18. None of the above is true because there is no Fourteenth Doctor. The number was skipped for some reason.
19. The numbering system is flawed and useless to current canon, and we should switch to identifying Doctors by their actors, as we do with The Master. (Example: Hartnell!Doctor)
20. The above is not true because we would still need to find a way to differentiate the 3 - 4 Doctors played by David Tennant.
21. All of the above is technically true, and Russell T Davies should put it up to a poll and see who wins, and we must all commit to the democratic vote.
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bulkhummus · 23 days
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What I think is particularly heart breaking about this episode, is that Esteban is immortalizing a memory that Cecil doesn’t get to experience. Esteban knows about his grandfather, because he has heard the story several times before according to Abby, in fact they all just heard it. Cecil is experiencing, second hand, remnants of a memory that slides off of him. It refuses to stick.
There is something so poetic to me about Cecil being a reporter, a journalist, an observer, and doing everything to piece together a story from literal scraps of his own life, only to find its already been written for him. The story has already been told. Cecil doesn’t listen to stories, he tells them. I can think of nothing more infuriating than a story being told and not having a satisfying ending, or an ending that makes sense. Nothing within the story justified the ending. And yet we have seen it before throughout the show.
I am reminded of the episode It Doesn’t Hold Up, where Cecil watches the last few minutes of his comfort film Cat Ballou, changed and different. He has seen the same movie over and over and over again, and now the ending is different. In the drawing Esteban drew in 245, there is a shovel stuck into the dirt, and there is a boy climbing into a tree. In the ending of Cat Ballou, there is a man digging into the base of the tree. Just like in the episode It Sticks With You, when Abby, Cecil and their mother journey into the woods, and Cecil climbs into a tree over and over and over again until he can no longer remember the outing with his husband and son. Just like in Cassettes, when a young Cecil’s story is cut short, in an ending that Cecil refuses to listen to, immortalized on tape.
Just like in Liminal Spaces, when Cecil enters a space that is neither here nor there and is haunted by someone who tells him that he wants Cecil to remember. The very face that Cecil saw in Cat Ballou in It Doesn’t Hold Up. In fact, he tells Cecil he has no choice, before once again, he is pulled from the story.
Cecil’s whole life is one long interrupted narrative. It’s as if he is an old cassette that isn’t rewound all the way before pulled out of the slot and put back on a shelf. The next person to listen to the tape, unknowing, doesn’t realize where they’re starting off is not the beginning. There are things missing. Cecil has gotten so good at forgetting (and justifiably so) — has forgotten how to stop. He’s recording over the same tape over and over again until the tape inside is no longer coherent. I’m thinking, of the sound of a cassette being rewound, and how it could sound very much like how Cecil is often describing owl sounds.
So, how disquieting, to have your own family stare back at you, privy to information about yourself that you do not get to have. Cecil is there, quite literally, to construct a story for his town, but who is there to construct a story for him? A man you used to hate? A sister you aren’t sure you even like? A husband who you have forgotten before? Children who see and hear more than you realize? The listener?
No. Instead he will sit until dawn comes, and be made a fool out of trying to create a story, maybe even a better one, out of scraps of memories.
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spreadinstirrups · 8 months
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Katie was walking down the hallway when she heard an unusual noise coming from her 18 year old sons room. The door was slightly cracked so Katie quietly pushed it open a little to get a glimpse inside. To her shock she saw her son laying naked with his hard cock in one hand, a small red towel in the other and what looked to be a porn video on his computer. Katie moved away quietly from her sons door and down to her room with a new, different feeling inside her.
A few minutes later once Katie heard her son leave his room she came walking out as well. As she passed the laundry room something caught her eye. The red towel, the same one her son had earlier, lay on the floor. That feeling inside her came back as she picked it up. The towel was wet with what could only be her sons semen. It had been 18 years since Katie been this close to cum, 18 years since she got pregnant from a one night stand, and 18 years since she devoted her life to her son. But holding a cum soaked towel in her hand made the feeling inside her grow. Her pussy was getting wet and tits hard. She couldnt control herself. She slid her pants down and brought the towel to her pussy. She started to buck her hips into the towel and rub her clit. The thought of having her sons cum this close to her pussy put her over the edge. She pushed the towel between her pussy lips and came hard on it. Katie threw the towel back on the ground unsure how to feel about what she just did.
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It had been seven months since Katie regretably masturbated with her sons jizz towel. She never thought it was possible but here she was pregnant with her unknowing sons baby. She decided to keep the child but she knew she could never reveal the childs father. Her son never knew his father and this baby would never either.
Katie lay in bed having had a long day at the beach with a couple friends. She scrolled through her instagram looking at the photos her friend had posted of them from the beach. A notification dinged on her phone as she noticed her son had liked a photo of her. How strange she thought, he never likes anything she posts. Having not seen her son all day Katie decided to go talk to him and say hi. As she approached his door she heard a familiar sound inside. Silently she cracked the door to peak inside. Once again she saw her son naked, erect cock in one hand, red towel in the other. But on his computer screen wasnt a porn video, no it was a picture of her from the beach.
Holy shit. My son is getting off to a picture of my pregnant body in a bikini. Katie retreated back to her room unsure of what to think of the situation.
After a little time had passed and Katie was able to process what she had just saw, she got the courage to leave her room and join her son on the couch. But as walked down the hall a small red towel laying on the laundry floor caught her eye once again. Katie couldnt resist herself. She grabbed the towel and ran back to her room. Katie tugged her pants down and began to rub the cum covered towel against her wet pussy. She started breathing heavily and moaning thinking of how hard her pregnant body made her sons cock. She imagined what it would feel like inside her warm wet canal. Shooting his seed deep inside her womb. Her hormones were to uncontrolable. She squirted as her body reached orgasm, soaking the already semen covered towel. Katie fell back on the bed in disbelief. Completely disturbed by her situation; pregnant with her unknowing sons baby and orgasming to the thought of fucking his big cock.
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5 months later Katie lay in bed having just put her three month old daughter to bed. She plugs in a flashdrive into her laptop and up pops the video of her recent birth. Katie decided to have a friend record the birth for her and she finally felt comfortable to watch it.
Wow she thought. A lot more graphic then I asked for, she filmed everything. Down the hall cries rang out from the nursery. Katie set the laptop down and went to comfort her daughter.
About an hour later her daughter was back asleep and katie was headed for bed. But as she walked back to her room she heard a fimiliar sound coming from her sons room. A feeling grew inside her and she was unable to help herself. She gently opened the door to peak inside. She had veiwed this scene before. Her son on the bed, hard coxk in one hand, red towel in the other. But this time it wasnt his computer he was looking at it was hers. It wasnt porn on the screen either but her swollen crowning pussy.
Holy shit! This little perv is stroking his cock to my birth video Katie thought. She started to back up but that tingling feeling inside made her stay. He's already unwittingly knocked her up once. He might as well know who put the next baby inside her Katie reasoned. She pulled her pants down, opened the door and walked in. "So you like moms pregnant body and birthing pussy?"
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mixtape-0325 · 11 months
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Studio Imagine - Hwang Hyunjin (18+)
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You admired the boy and the way his hips moved perfectly on beat, his hair moving along in sync. You stayed out of frame as he filmed the dance practice for his fans early, set to be released at another music show win. When the music ended and the room filled with little laughter at their ending part, Hyunjin confidently walked towards you. He reached out his hand, covered in a black leather glove to help you up from you seat. Just the touch of his glove against your skin again, soon wrapping around your waist to pull you into a kiss had your mind floating back to only an hour before.
You were in his dressing room, breathing heavily as your chest was pressed against his. His bulge was straining against his black trousers, so easily to feel even through your clothes too. Your back was tightly pressed against the wall, his hands waisting no time to slip under your skirt to get rid of your panties. Your hands desperately reached for his belt, helping him out if his clothes at the same time. Before you could even pull his trousers down to his ankles, his fingers were teasing your entrance, collecting some of your arousal to lube up the material of his leather covered fingers. Hyunjin pushed into you eagerly, causing you to whine in pleasure. The feeling of being filled like this felt so new, but so good. His speed was fast from the start, curling his fingers perfectly. As you finally got him out of his trousers and boxers, Hyunjin's lips eagerly attached to your neck for a brief moment as his fingers never slowed down. You remember the way you were moaning and begging for him to fuck you already, right there, right then. Just seeing how hard he was for you had you doing so already, wanting him to take what's his before appearing on camera, every viewer unknowing of the fact he had been fucking his cum into you just minutes earlier. As he made eye contact with you again, you used your chance to pull him closer by the leather around his neck, your other hand on his hips to show him you wanted him to replace his hand. With a swift movement he pulled out of you, using both of his hands on your hips to turn you around to face to wall. Hyunjin pulled on your hips, lining you up with his aching cock. And just like that, you remember all the thrusts he made, how rough they were and how he was groaning at every one of them. He needed so little of them to cum, releasing himself deep inside of you just minutes later, hand tightly wrapped in your hair to stabilize himself.
When you broke the kiss to look at him again, sweaty from the various tries of filming you pulled him closer by the leather around his neck again. Hyunjin's mind now floating back to the exact same thoughts, a small chuckle leaving his red lips as he saw you smirk back at him.
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