#our mother's house

[pygartheangel]

#dirk bogarde #pamela franklin #yootha joyce #our mother's house #movie poster #jack clayton

[dooareyastudy]

Movies I watched in October 2022 & my opinion on them !

Good

Testament of Orpheus, Jean Cocteau, 1960

Dead Ringers, David Cronenberg, 1988 | Sooooooo much better than Crimes of the Future (the 2022 one).

Amour, Michael Haneke, 2012

Mid

Our Mother’s house, Jack Clayton, 1967 | A horror movie that never really becomes one. Great potential imo but it doesn’t really build the interesting ideas presented in the first half (the kids playing are great, the sound really needs a remastering).

EO, Jerzy Skolimowski, 2022 | It was really 50/50. In short : the movie is really good when the donkey is the main focus but as soon as the camera focuses on humans, it becomes cliché, quite lazy, even ridiculous (who tf wrote that Isabelle Huppert scene omg). Which is a shame because the movie could have easily focused solely on the donkey without lacking in any way. I really recommend seeing it tho!

Bad

Saint Omer, Alice Diop, 2022 | Saw this at the FIFIB and it was everything I didn’t want a trial movie to be.

#do watch list #films #Film Review #film recommendation #film recommendations #movie #movie review #Movie Recommendation #movie rec #jean cocteau #testament of orpheus #david cronenberg #dead ringers #Michael Haneke #amour #jack clayton #our mother's house #jerzy skolimowski #eo #alice diop #saint omer #movieblr #filmblr

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

#good omens #´hello friends!! how are you!! #I hope you're doing well! ( ´ ▽ ` ) #I have a big cough but otherwise I am good! It's nothign bad I am just very slimey #usually I am not a cough person I am not sure where this is coming from #most of the time I just get a stuffy nose #has my nose gotten stronger #but there are good news too I have already found a VERY good chestnut to put into my pocket this autumn!! its very small! (❁´▽`❁) #it's been a very warm autumn in Germany so far so it has not really felt like fall yet #but yesterday it was all rainy and stormy and I had two new books and it was the best day possible to have a slimey cough (: #and now I feel SO much autumn I am close to buying a set of window colors #I do not know what I would to with the window colors I just have this strong urge in me to buy a window color set #the last time I did a window color was at the birtday of a class mate I think she turned 9 and I made a deer #but for some reason we did this craft 5 minutes before we all had to leave so we had to carry our window color deer home wet #unfortunatly for the deer and me I fell down the stairs of her house and smeared the deer all over me and i screamed the entire drive home #which wasn't very long but it probably felt very long for the mother who had a screaming child covered in window color deer inside her car

[noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse]

Gilear being Fabian and Fig's dad is so much fun to me i hope junior year has a scene with just the three of them.

#Fig is constantly like 'i love my dad' #And Fabian's like 'the man my mother has let into our house is on thin ice' #dimension 20 #fantasy high #gilear faeth #fig faeth #fabian seacaster

[sam-the-pancake]

I wonder what some of my coworkers would think if they knew I'm not able to live alone. Not in a "I have 5 kids and they're too much to handle on my own" way, but in a "I'm not capable of doing laundry or washing the dishes or cooking most meals for myself way".

What would they think if they knew that when they compliment my curls and ask if I cut my hair cause it looks shorter, that my hair is curling again because I haven't been able to wash it in the past month. That I probably haven't showered at all in just as long.

Would they treat me differently of they knew that, yes I mask because I'm disabled, but also because it means I don't have to worry about my breath. That I struggle to brush my teeth as much as I struggle to shower.

When they ask what my plans after work are and I say "nothing" do they realize I literally mean I'm going to eat (a microwave meal I wasn't able to cook myself) and then go to sleep because I'm exhausted from the day?

When I mention that my partner and I have been together since highschool and they comment on how cute that is, I hold myself back from telling them that even if we didn't love each other anymore we don't have another option. We do love each other but we'd be dead without the other. It doesn't fit their abled highschool sweetheart daydream.

When you see an 80 year old pushing their partner's wheelchair it's romantic, but when we're in our 20s and grocery shopping suddenly people look away.

Every time I'm out in my chair I can't help but think about that post talking about how many more wheelchair users there are in your community who can't leave their house. I notice that I'm the only one I see. I'm uncomfortably aware that without my partner to carry my wheelchair up the stairs that I would also be housebound on those days. And I wonder if the abled people in my life are aware of that. If they know that I'm not the only one. Just the only one they can see.

#host #disabled #cripple punk #cripplepunk #disability #ambulatory wheelchair user #pancakes talk #my mother used to complain when there was a powerchair user driving in the road #but now i understand why they do it #they arent an annoyance to me #its a sign that there are more of us here #and more of us are finding a way out of our houses

[yardsards]

mostly joking toh theory: amity and emira are both trans girls, and the fact that they got to choose their names themselves is the only reason why neither of them ended up getting named "odalia jr."

#eliot posts #toh #the owl house #amity blight #emira blight #odalia just strikes me as the type of person to name a daughter after herself #i have a couple relatives who named their kids after themselves and it's always seemed so fucking weird to me??? #like i cannot imagine being like. hi i'm eliot and this is my son eliot. #honestly thinking about it there's a good chance my dad would've tried to name me after himself if i were amab #my mother wanted to name me axl but i think my dad could've won her over #and either named me after himself #(either his legal name or his nickname‚ which was after an uncle of his bc he was apparently the spitting image of) #or named me after his own father. which would make me the third of my cousin group to bear that name #(though ironically only one of said cousins was named after our grandpa. the other was named after his dad who married in to the family) #also apparently even as an afab baby i was apparently the spitting image of one of those cousins #to the point where my mother told me her first thought upon seeing me after i was born was just ''oh god she looks just like [cousin]'' #for an extra layer of Bullshit: vincent cat's name at the shelter was the same as my dad's nickname so i had to change it #bc having a cat with sorta the same name as my dad whom i have a Complicated and Bad relationship with would feel Weird #this is all irrelevant but i just need you to know how batshit the name situation on my dad's side of the family is #my mother's side is mostly uncomplicated except for the surname situation going on #like i have no clue who my mother's maiden name came from and at this point i'm too afraid to ask #but yea since i was afab my given first name was just a random name that my mother thought was pretty #my given middle name tho WAS after a family member #specifically my rich childless aunt on my dad's side #the original plan was just a second random name my mother liked but then i popped out prematurely on that aunt's birthday #so my dad's OTHER sister (who had barged in uninvited to the delivery room) told my mother #''hey it's [childless aunt's] birthday today. she's rich and has no kids. name your child after her and she might help pay for college'' #but my chosen name and middle name are unrelated to anyone. just two names i really liked and thought fit me + my gender.

[latenight-dnd]

Feeling like a big fucking stupid idiot brain moron. Therapists be like “oh set alarms so u remember tasks, it’ll cure ur adhd” but then I am cooking and I set the alarm to go turn off the stove and then the alarm goes off but I’m doing a task so I turn the alarm off and say I’ll do it after the task and BAM. Adhd strikes. I have forgotten the task, or that there ever was an alarm. My house is full of smoke.

#adhd #adhd stuff #living with adhd #adhd bullshit #adhd brain #adhd problems #adhd fucking sucks #I am an idiot #I feel awful #I ruined a pot #the family is pissed #really hoping I haven’t ruined our Mother’s Day plans for tomorrow #by putting everyone in a bad mood and potentially risking our house and their lives

[crizztelcb]

So i went to clean the shelf in my bedroom and I had totally forgotten we (me and my younger sibling) had put the chat noirs we got from Easter last year on the side of the virgin Mary (or is Our Lady of Fatima I'm not sure)

She's being protected by my boy!

#oh yeah by the way i live in a catholic house i dont remember posting about my bad #thats the reason i have that on my room because i think my mother put it there i dont remember exactly #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #crizztel rambling #chat noir #catholic #our lady of fatima #virgin mary

[frances-baby-houseman]

Link

Please remind me that I am not entitled to a 1.1 million dollar house just because I want it very very badly. I don't have 1.1 million dollars! That's the bottom line!

But it's 2 houses down from my MIL and the neighbor in between is the listing agent and her husband was like, we'll dig a tunnel under our house to connect you to rita! What a dream for my kids to just go back and forth between our house and their grandma's! we'd never need to pay for aftercare again!

#yes my FIL probably has this money #BUT we'd still have a mortgage just to him and we don't have that much #and also he has this idea that if we buy a giant house like this he can live with us when he's not in mexico #and I said that I do not think our marriage would survive him living with us even for a week #and my mother in law agreed and defended me #also like you don't get to CHOOSE to spend half a year in mexico then hold us hostage to the idea that you're homeless in highland park! #sorry your housing is not our problem if you are in good health and want to spend half the year in another country #rent a fucking apartment! #he's not infirm! he's just cheap!

[flowerflamestars]

In the style of @kayarai, new Effloresce pov options. The Illyrian legionnaires, because Cassian's personal legion must be having a day. Get called to the human lands presumably to do a job and go home. Instead they are given rights/respect/honor/a FUTURE by the most terrifying human(?) woman any of them have ever seen in their long, painful lives. Human villager pov, things are looking up and the fae don't take our children anymore then THIS happens.

Oooo these are both delightful!

The Illyrians, in particular, are primed for this dynamic to be successful. War is their only chance out, and for them, no matter how proud they are of who they are, they're safer/better cared for/better off, miles from the mountains. It's painful, but it's true. Cassian called for them, they came because it's Cassian, but also for them.

And at first, okay, humans have always been strange.

Humans, in their bondage, with nearly nothing to give, still shared.

(Zaphael remembers the war. Zaphael will never forget that particular war for a thousand reasons, but loudest and worst, he will never forget the humans, burying Illyrian dead with their own, singing, like the bodies of bastards were anything but carrion.)

But these aren't peasants. Slaves. These are royal women, in velvet and pearls and steel.

(If Kali had a single doubt, even one, augury a drum resounding in her bones, Nesta Archeron draped in Illyrian knives was enough to tell her the whole story Cassian's face couldn't hide.)

Giving them salt. Bread. Fire. Blessing and bounty and welcome, what they had been denied since birth, the snub a part of life. To be welcomed in honor means you possess honor in the first place, a thing no properly born Illyrian, no Lord of Night, would ever imagine.

There's nothing to go back to.

There's Cassian, the best of them, the proudest, the strongest, throwing himself into the sky just to fall back to earth at the human woman's feet, a sword so feared across the Courts it had songs sung of its blood-hungry edge pressed to her tiny, fearless hand.

It is no small thing to have a liege lord, when you've been denied even the right to have a name.

(Koram is a century old. He's never seen a human, and he doesn't understand now how the hell the fae ever had them in chains. These are their ladies, not even Queens, built like they don't know what fear is. Like it is nothing, to stand against the Morrigan. Illyrian women were allow to be that once, the true fury of the sky. He knows his stories. His songs. He'd rather drown the world in blood than go back to the life he has been given. He is not old enough to remember Shahar, their true lady, but he would have followed. It is no shame, to follow instead this scarce, ruthless chance.)

It is no small thing either, to be treated like people, not fearful animals. Audacity is a very valued trait, when paired with respect. These woman are mad, maybe, no one will say. No one would dare.

But there is questions as to what the hell they're on about, when they start talking about grain and land and contracts. To be Illyrian is to know the tithe of the imperial army above all else- to be bastard born is to know you will have nothing else.

Illyrians are not sent on rescue missions. Guard details. They're considered too dangerous, too uncivilized, too lacking in fae graces.

The Archeron want them to protect their children, no lives more precious. Their elders, their knowledge.

(All these things, Elias thinks, even the richest Illyrian lord in his freezing, iron disciplined citadel, living in the ruins of a civilization they are not allowed to rebuild- all these things they've been denied. All these things these ladies seem ready to kill and die to keep their own people from losing.)

It is insanity, but it is a chance.

On the other hand, the Archeron vassals are used to impossible things.

For years and years they had no intercession- you can dispute the crown tax without a lord to speak for you. Cannot shift around the crops in fields you don't technically own, even if they're ruining you. Cannot divorce, cannot reclaim lost property, cannot, cannot, cannot.

Respect was short on the ground for Lord Archeron.

Being wrecked by debt did not, actually, rescind his title. He left no stewardship, went off and hid in the woods when the collectors came, again and again, stripping his ancestral home until no walls even stood.

The other lords might not have listened to a man so reduced, but the estate remained.

Those three bright girls remained, and there was some question as to what happened to them.

And then they came back. Nesta Archeron, their lady, in worn out clothes and ragged cloaks, her sister Elain beside her. So poor they'd shared a horse, but still they'd come. Before their own affairs were settled, they'd sought the village council, and tried to do some good in their fathers name.

The money brought back trade, the trade brought back ships, the ships brought teachers and medicine and magic, the Archeron lands once more the beating heart of trade routes that spanned the world.

It takes time, to right years of neglect.

The lose their best every year, stolen away, their children. Women who laugh too bright, men who look too faraway. The fae come always, and then, so too, do the men.

Their ladies may run things in their father's name, but they have no legal claim to do so forever. Heiresses must marry.

And then, out of nowhere, the Lady Elain did.

A cousin, they say, an Archeron.

Not a drop of Archeron blood in that one, the vassals know. It cannot be felt, his claim. It helps, however, that he does not seem intent to enforce it to do anything but keep neighboring lords away. To protect their farms. To hold Lady Elains hand and spend his days fixing problems a Lord should not have even seen.

It takes time to notice, the fae do not come.

Not to their cradles, not to their fields. Not from the sea or to the shore.

It is the first year in memory of such safety.

And then, the gheas.

They are vassals, bound in blood to their land. When the binding breaks, all are meant to die. A complete and fae punshiment: to be erased, to be forgotten.

As though it is nothing, their lady tells them the binding in broken.

Like doom can be forestalled.

That not only have their lives been saved, they are offered places on Archeron's personal property. Equally, without servitude or cost. An escape, to somewhere that will be safe, with war on the horizon. The Archerons now, like the Archeron of old, take care of their own. Here, or on any shore.

A pride once, what was becoming a pride again.

There is fae blood among them, of course. Even now, centuries later, a rogue trait will spill over. The millers daughter has eyes like an owl, yellow, and the Lady Nesta provided glasses to hide the color. There have always been those who run too fast, who can breathe water, who live just a little too long. They often find themselves a true welcome on Archeron ships, half the crews of a continent where such mixture, such society, is safe.

Humans under the wall have never forgotten the war. It is songs they sing still, of freedom. Of fighting. Of Jurian who gave of himself to save hundreds from the wicked Clythia. Of Fatimah, who wrapt her braid around a fae princes neck as he slept, killed right in the bower he'd stolen her away to. In stories, they love fae and they kill fae.

In stories, they remember Illyrians.

Honor, kindness, devastating violence.

Fae castes are nothing to them.

But it is not nothing, for the Archerons, to share this bounty. They, who could fly away, sail away, to delay whatever punishment may come to bring along all who dare.

It is a return of heroes out a legend, when they, farmers and merchants and weavers, need it most.

#There is both a punishing and wonderful sense of destiny haunting our main characters #Elain and Nesta WOULD have been happy forever #with Lucien #in their house #running their business #making what was prosperous once #once again #But Lucien and Elain can't hide from the crown forever #Nesta can't ignore all her dreams #they don't know what or who their mother was #but she is in them and it will show #They've learned too hard no one will ever take care of them but themselves #and they just keep extending that reach #their vassals #the Illyrians #the low fae #the human survivors #this is a bad day for everyone about to get A LOT WORSE #I'm loving these asks thank you! #effloresce extras

[meowyoi]

MY BROTHER IS FOSTERING A LITTLE KITTEN... OMG.

#my mother wont let the little guy inside our house bc she's afraid of animal hair on her poor clean floors :/ #sooo i gotta figure out a way to see him bc i GOTTA I GOTTAAAA :(

[tempertyzias]

in hindsight it was really very funny that since I grew up being raised by a hardcore supernatural fan, I had so much confidence in my ability to spot supernatural references, so when I saw a LOT of wolfwood cosplayers walking around summercon I assumed they were someone from supernatural but it was ever so slightly driving me nuts that I couldn't remember who. then a friend recommended trigun to me and I saw WW and went

#temper talks #supernatural #trigun #my mother is the supernatural fan its kindof all over our house #my father is also a hardcore star trek fan but the background radiation never got to me I don't know anything about star trek #a trekkie and a supernatural fan fall in love and produce: a homestuck fan. tumblr family through and through truly #(my parents do not have tumblr) #(I hope.)

[anotherpapercut]

I soooo wish I still had a copy so I could show you guys the best thing I've ever read in my life but I'll never for as long as I live forget the first sentence "There are many oppressed minorities in America: Blacks, Mexicans, Asians, Emos, Goths, Gays, and most of all, Juggalos."

#it was technically not an essay it was actually a 10 minute oratory speech for speech and debate i just read the written version #i wish id gotten to hear him deliver it aidbakdhsjd but i was like Jake. you CANNOT say this #he was like awww whhyyyy and my friends and i through tears explained all of the problems w this sentence alone #first of all our debate teacher wouldve eviscerated him ahrkaibdkahdkdbd #that dude was so fucking weird. for a while he was like trying to make alcohol in his house #and i was helping him do all the math to figure out how much he needed to charge people at school for it #i told my mother and she was like please stop doing that and i was like no?? lmao. he said he'd give me a cut

[gildedlife]

i have been going through an unfathomably (for me! from in my shoes!) difficult time in my personal life - worse than what i’ve mentioned in passing on these sites before - so please forgive me if i’m a little bit inconsistent with posting things i owe, but even more so with keeping up with messages.

i’m sort of leaning on this account and this character for support, so this isn’t an announcement of inactivity - more so of gravitating toward what engages me most at any given moment. once things calm down, my attention will even out.

thanks to everyone for being here. really. i’m glad anyone at all has interest because i know how niche and how dark this whole thing is, but you’ve all been wonderful. it’s so nice to feel this again.

#out. #won’t go into much detail but my family - mother and brother - and i were pulled over by bored cops last week #just for being out late at night. sober. playing pokemon #and have since had all of our registrations suspended; as well as my mom’s license #for a mixup by the dmv! #we won’t have a legally drivable vehicle until june. and my mom’s mom is #very unwell - requires visiting at a moment’s notice #my license is fine but my registration is not so we are all trapped #and that’s just the CAR drama #this might qualify as ‘much detail’ but i wanted to make it very clear we are Boring and did nothing to warrant this #i can’t even leave my family’s house to get to my apartment 😔 #police tomorrow. court next week. and this on top of absurd work deadlines #and illness

[caitlynmeow]

Title: Dear Diary

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Mia Winters, Rosemary Winters

Chapter summary:

Dear Diary, Spending these nights with Bela made me realize just how exhausted she is. She has dark circles under her eyes, and I’m certain she isn’t sleeping well, despite trying to appear normal. But she can cut the bullshit. None of us is going to be normal after going through this. Bela went there. In the depths of that hell and saw the place with her own eyes.

#house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #house beneviento #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #mother miranda #mia winters #rose winters #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own

[skysister]

my mother died when i was 16 and barbie (2023) made me cry and grieve for her in a way that has become rarer with time. being a woman is so beautiful and aging is so beautiful and there is a yawning ache inside of me that wants to be able to look at my mother as an old woman and tell her how beautiful she is, and for her to be able to look into my mirror of a face and be happy to see herself

#also kt rush’s actress is in it and i love her #barbie #barbie 2023 #greta gerwig #margot robbie #we mothers stand still so our daughters can see how far they’ve come #WAAAAHHHHH #ryan gosling #house of anubis #kt rush #happy to see my girl thrive #mother #mothers and daughters