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sirendeathcult · 1 year
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The Dinner Table Part II
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) // House of 1000 Corpses (2003)
Midsommar (2019) // Salò (1975) |
The Witch (2015) // You’re Next (2011)
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) // The Platform (2019)
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ginger-by-the-sea · 2 months
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ginger-by-the-sea🦞
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fumifooms · 1 month
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Thistle struggling to reconcile Mithrun saying Delgal’s dead with the illusion he’s been living, cracks forming on memories of a time Delgal refused soup from him.
Thistle in "Delgal’s" arms, refusing soup because he no longer feels needs.
Eating is the privilege of the living
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We were supposed to have dinner together
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vamprisms · 1 year
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new laws restricting the right to protest passing just before the coronation. hmm. don't like that
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nigelwiththebrie · 27 days
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A Game Changer episode where the contestants get an hour to teach a complete novice about something they are profoundly passionate and knowledgeable about (Lord of the Rings, Jane Austen, Baseball, etc.) and then Sam asks the novice increasingly difficult questions, and the contestants have to watch them like COME ON WE WENT OVER THIS IT'S EMMA AND MR. KNIGHTLEY!!
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softpng · 2 years
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sometimes I think about that guy on amazon who reviewed pride and prejudice and did an entire angry, weirdly math focused rant about how awful darcy is and then ends it all with "I could carve a better man out of a banana"
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alibonbonn · 4 months
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Hector and Helenus' potential dynamic is so funny to me
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willabee · 8 months
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ears......
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Would you still love us if we were a worm? 🥺👉👈
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What’s cuter than sharing? Sharing is caring, after all, and no other muddy buddy does that better than the fat innkeeper worm (Urechis caupo). These seafloor superheroes burrow in the soft sediment of estuaries and earn their name by providing shelter, food, and even running water for their fellow members of the muck, like pea crabs, ghost shrimp, scale worms, and arrow gobies. They’re also a source of food for many other animals including leopard sharks and sea otters!
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willowser · 1 month
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HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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sirendeathcult · 1 year
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The Dinner Table Part I
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) // The Loved Ones (2009) // Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) // Get Out (2017) // Hereditary (2018)
Some of the most tense moments in horror (and in life) take place at the dinner table—subverting the symbol of family, community, hospitality, ritual and celebration.
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pocket-dragon · 3 months
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kids just don't appreciate true love these days
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fumifooms · 1 month
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Homegrown
Thistle and Delgal - Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
^ Fernando Pessoa / Killing Flies, Michael Dickman / A Brother Named Gethsemane, Natalie Diaz / Antigonick, Anne Carson v Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk
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spitinsideme · 5 months
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Kinger, Zooble and Jax make an intervention to Pomni and Raghata because they’re too horny and they’re tired of them making out everywhere. Like during the intervention.
yesss ... they are FED UP WITH THEM MAKING OUT !!! LIKE GIRLS STOP KISSING WITH INTENT TO EAT EACH OTHER OUT AND INSTEAD EAF YOUR FUCJING FOOD !!! pomni is pissed that theyve been disturbred
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zooble has just given uo at this point
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gidle · 3 months
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min.nicha: ❄️ (240119)
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annadeef · 5 months
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fuck around and find out kinda lesbians (Dinahla belong to @artbytesslyn)
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