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moonlight · 6 months ago
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I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil.
POSSESSION (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski
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nouvellevaguefr · 9 days ago
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Possession, 1981
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filmgifs · 9 days ago
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You look ugly. You've hardened. For the first time, you look vulgar to me. Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski
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jinglefruit · a year ago
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Me: What a serene image, I’ll take a picture. *pulls out phone* Judy: Oh look, it’s time to channel demons and yell at the river.
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389 · 5 months ago
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Possession (1981), Andrzej Żuławski Typography by Dorian P
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mabellonghetti · a month ago
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Isabelle Adjani at the Cannes Film Festival, France, 1981.
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blvckphilip · 2 months ago
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possession (1981) dir. andrzej żuławski 
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philosophybits · 23 days ago
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Attachment is no more nor less than an insufficiency in our sense of reality. We are attached to the possession of a thing because we think that if we cease to possess it, it will cease to exist.
Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
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fireairshadow · 6 months ago
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You know, when I’m away from you, I think of you as a monster or a woman possessed. 
Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski
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mtfstuff · 27 days ago
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"That was it.", Mr. Lee said, packing away his history book. He looked at his desk to see if he missed something. After that he took his sports bag, his history bag and left his classroom. It was already late but Brennan Lee stayed to prepare his lessons for next week.
He walked through the hallway and around a corner where he found Mr. Beck, the janitor.
"Good evening Mr. Beck.", Brennan said, trying to get past him.
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"Good evening Brennan.", Mr. Beck said blocking the way for Brennan.
"Its Mr. Lee for you, okay?", Brennan said. "Now let me through, I need to get home."
Mr. Beck still blocked Brennans way, stepping in front of him when Brennan tries to go around.
"Come on Brennan...Mr. Lee. I'm Dan. Lets get closer and call ourselves by our first name.", Mr. Beck said. "I'm allowed to call every other teacher by their first name but not you. Why not? If you dont trust me then ask the others when they're back in school, because right now it's only the two of us here."
"Because I prefer it this way.", Brennan said. "And also because I know what you're doing in the gym. Sniffing the shoes and underwear of the boys. If I could I would get you fired for this, but I cant. Thats why I'll stay away from you and so on."
"I thought I was more cautious.", Dan said quickly kicking Brennan into his balls.
Dans action surprised Brennan, who now went on his knees panting because of the pain. Dan walked around Brennan, grabbed his tie from behind and started to choke Brennan unconscious. The next few minutes were a struggle for both, Brennan and Dan. A struggle Brennan should win easily as his physique was clearly superior. But the surprise attack from Dan and the pain made it harder for him.
His biceps bulged beneath his white dress shirt as he tried to reach Dan and his own tie. He also tried to get up again but his feet only scraped over the floor wildly.
Dan choked Brennan further until Brennan went limp. Brennan stopped struggling as his arms fell to the side and his legs rested moveless on the floor.
Dan quickly checked Brennan for a heartbeat and he felt one. He now leaned down over the unconscious Brennan. He took Brennans arms and pulled him down the hallway into a classroom. He heaved Brennan face up onto the teacher's desk. Dan walked around the desk, speaking to Brennan as if he was awake.
"You know Brennan, I always admired you... but not in a good way.", he said. "You are everything that I'm not. You're the embodiment of manhood. With your muscles, your handsome face, your beard, your tattoos, the subjects you teach and your suits. You make me sick. No one can be this perfect."
Dan started to take off Brennans watch and bracelets.
"Why do these suits look so good on you? Its frustrating!"
Dan opened Brennans belt and pulled down his suit pants to reveal Brennans musky Calvin Klein jockstrap. He felt Brennans dick before lifting Brennans legs into the air to look at his ass.
"Yeah, that is something I can work with.", Dan said.
He removed Brennans pants and jockstrap completely and threw them onto the next table.
Dan took two vials filled with silver and gold liquid out of his pocket.
"You know, Brennan,", Dan said, " I have planned this since a long time."
He opened both vials, drank the gold one and poured the silver one down Brennans throat.
It didnt take long and Brennan was conscious again but he instantly noticed that something was wrong. He could only move his head.
"The fuck you did to me fucker!", Brennan exclaimed. "If I can move again you wont anymore, I take care of that you fucker."
"When you're able to walk again, its already to late for you Brennan. This night will be a night full of sexual torment for you."
Dan opened his pants and pulled out his small dick.
"Suck it or I will do so much more to you!", he added.
Reluctantly, Brennan took Dans dick in his mouth. What else would he have been able to do?
Brennan gagged even though Dans dick was small. After an hour Dan pulled out.
"That should be enough lube. Lets take a look at your after.", Dan said walking around to lift Brennans legs into the air.
Brennan felt how Dan cramped his little stick inside Brennans ass.
The quiet sound of flesh pounding filled the room.
"I dont want to discourage you,", Brennan said with a chuckle. "but I always thought that if I get raped that it was by a good looking man with a big dick. And not just this."
"Just wait!", Dan shouted, trying to cum into Brennan.
He tried to one up his rhythm but nothing helped.
"Well, lets forget that.", he added.
Dan stripped himself now completely naked and took a bottle out of his pocket.
"Before I do this, I should strip you too. Dont want this nice suit to be ruined.", he added further.
Dan opened Brennans vest and took it off together with his tie and white dress shirt.
Dan took the bottle and squeezed the thick liquid onto his hands. He applied the lotion lotion all over his body.
"This will make it easier.", he said. "For both of us."
He put both of his hands onto Brennans butt.
"Now, this will happen.", he added. "I'll climb into you. As soon as I'm in your body you'll be able to move again but I'll warn you: if you try to pull me out again it'll hirt even more. You wont be able to stop me as soon as even partially in you."
Brennan was horrified. He watched and screamed in agony as Dan started to shove his arms inside Brennan.
As Dans belly button disappeared into Brennan, he felt how he got control over his body again. He quickly sat up straight and grabbed Dans fat legs. He tried to somehow pull the rest of Dan out of him but it felt as if he was pulling on his own intestines. But he continued to pull.
There has to be a way to stop this, he thought.
But then he felt a weird sensation in his body. A tingle that made its way up his body from his butt. A tingle where he felt that he loses control again.
Quickly after that Brennan didnt have control over his arms anymore. They stopped pulling on Dans legs causing them to slide further into Brennan.
Brennan watched in horror how behind his erect dick, Dans last toes were pulled into his own body. That was the last thing that the real Brennan Lee saw.
His eyes rolled back and when they came back it was Dan.
Dan looked at his new erect dick, his abs and his muscular legs. His gaze followed his new legs until it reached Brennans dotted socks and brown dress shoes.
The new Brennan got off the table and stretched his body.
A deep moan could be heard on the room as Dan let Brennans hands ran down his body.
"I'll definitely get used to this.", he chuckled with his new deep voice.
He took Brennans shirt and buttoned it halfway up. After that he took Brennans suit pants, pulled them over his shoes and closed the belt.
Dan checked out his new body in the mirror.
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"Even though Mr. Lee, I mean I, look stunning in a full suit, I think I should show more of my body.", Dan said.
He picked up Brennans jockstrap, took a sniff and pushed it into his pocket. He took Brennans tie, vest and bags before he left the building to drive to his new house.
A month later, the only thing people were questioning was the mysterious disappearance of Dan Beck, the janitor.
Dan played the role of Brennan Lee, the beloved sports and history teacher, flawlesly.
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He loved his new job as he now had even more opportunities to sniff the jockstraps of his students. He also kept the janitors keys to get access to the lost and found box. Dan even managed to trade Brennans used jockstrap and sport cleats with the ones of the best jock, who was secretly gay. Dan knew that he will never leave Brennans body.
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Idea by @chrislikesboots
Pictures provided by @chrislikesboots
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shootingstarwritings · a month ago
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Wrestling With Some Feelings
Wrestling with some Feelings
“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"
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Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."
There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."
Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.
Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.
To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 
"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.
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“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.
Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”
Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.
Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.
Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.
“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.
“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”
“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."
“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”
Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”
Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.
“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”
Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.
Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.
After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.
“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.
“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.
Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.
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bookbindersdelight · 3 months ago
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Possession (1981) dir. Andrej Zulawski
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389 · 5 months ago
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Possession (1981), Andrzej Żuławski Typography by Dorian P
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baby-minxy · a month ago
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I don’t want mundane human love. I want such strong passion and obsession that we find each other in the afterlife.
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One of the reasons I think Possession 1981 is so relatable is bc firstly there’s a crazy bitch inside all of us but secondly.
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A lot of it consists of Isabelle Adjani freaking out on public transit and streets and god knows how horrible modern cities are like the urban lifestyle is so depressing esp if you’re an intelligent creative woman.
We’ve all gone to work on trains or bus and been like fuk this I wanna freak out and hurl my groceries at the wall and spit blood on my fellow train passengers and give birth to an aborted demon offspring on a subway floor. so she’s basically just living the dream. easily a better movie than The Godfather like Marlon Brandon who??
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