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applejee · 25 days
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ive said it before ill say it again: dune part 2 movie of ALL time.
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shootposting · 1 year
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SO WHAT if the time motif in goncharov (1973) is heavy-handed in some places. you're telling me you didn't feel a chill down your spine the first time you realized time was ticking for Goncharov and the rest of the world was too???? from his relative innocence in the beginning, when the score feels strangely... pulsing?? every time he takes part in mafia business, to the scenes toward the end of the movie when he's gotten in too deep and you realize, no, that wasn't a pulsing score, it was the ticking of a clock that's gotten progressively louder and more separated from the music each time that part of the score reprises????? oh my god??? to the final moments before his death, when we hear the footsteps of the man who will eventually kill him, and they're this awkward, forced, pace, which you could brush off as an effect the rigid expectations of the mafia lifestyle has placed on him.... until you realize they match the tempo of THE stopwatch..... like call it over the top but the details in this movie are insane
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potato-lord-but-not · 19 days
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um. perhaps everyone should go see monkey man. just maybe. consider.
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pirateprincessjess · 9 days
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I feel the need to periodically remind people that Idiocracy is a eugenics movie.
One of the things that eugenicists believe is that it is bad for society when the “wrong people” breed.
The entire premise of the movie is that “stupid people” kept having kids while “smart people” didn’t have kids, and it ruined society because stupid genes propagated while smart genes died out. This is eugenics propaganda.
I know people will read this and their response will be “actually it’s satire” but the movie isn’t satirizing eugenics. It’s satirizing anti-intellectualism, and consumerism, and it proposes eugenics as a solution.
When eugenics was first conceived, it was used as a way to justify inequality. The idea was that people who held privilege were able to do so because they were smarter and genetically superior to lazy and stupid people who don’t have privilege. Obviously this is bad and wrong, but it is also the core lesson of Idiocracy.
The movie literally ends with the main character becoming president and having “the smartest children in the world.” Because he and his wife have smarter genes than everyone else. The proposed solution for the things that Idiocracy is satirizing is for the smart people to have children that can be in charge of the world.
I know it’s fun to use this movie to dunk on anti-intellectualism and the MAGA movement, but we need to stop. When you quote and reference this movie you are spreading eugenics propaganda.
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suvarnarekha · 9 months
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you're telling me anand sang maine tere liye hi saat rang ke sapne chune while staying with babumoshaye and it's NOT gay?
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grapefruit185 · 7 months
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he loves those dumb twins sm, the found family aspect of this show makes me go crazy!!!!!!!
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(1st pic is referencing this post lol)
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eddievedders · 2 years
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DEADPOOL 3 September 6, 2024.
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zoe-oneesama · 1 year
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Not the Bodyguard moved to tears seeing Emelie’s movie lol.
Episode 43 Part 10
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daikunart · 24 days
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𝗧𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝘇𝗮𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗔𝗖𝗗 | 𝗥𝗪𝗥𝗕 𝟯/?
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spoiledmilks · 5 months
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I’ll see you on the flipside…hopefully
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taydaq · 4 months
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we drive each other mad
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keke palmer and daniel kaluuya 🥹
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acecroft · 4 months
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MEG RYAN as Sally Albright in When Harry Met Sally (1989)
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sysig · 4 months
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Two skeletons in a trench lab coat (Patreon)
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He’s very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#FJdlsafjdsf Handplates fuzzes my brain#I cannot tell you how weird it feels to draw Gaster with the Lost Soul head after all this time away haha#It drops me back into the person I was when I first read Handplates - for better or for worse. It's a very strange feeling#Even drawing Sans and Papyrus again sends me back! Not as strongly but certain little details stand out#Sans' eyes especially... Very strange feeling#Anyhow! Since Fellplates sent me back down the rabbit hole and I've gotten back into rereading lightly - still not a full commitment!#Maybe soon tho 👀 I feel like I always say that haha#But in the meantime thinking of the pre-Plates Handplates time period <3 Since that's the one I'm still most familiar with haha#I love when they're still growing and learning ♪ Scaffolded baby talk! Twin language! Love 'em ♥#And fearless* mischievous little troublemakers hehe#They're so cute <3 I love the little ways they interact as young'uns - like when Papyrus will just lift Sans by his arms lol#I'd been thinking about and then had to go read the one of Sans as a the blanket/coat tickle monster and then - this ✨#''Excuse me sir I'd like One Ticket to the R Rated movie I am an adult Monster'' lol#Probably another one of those moments where Gaster is just *nervously sweats in Dad* lol - stop being so cute!#Also there's no particular meaning to when I use WingDings for his text :P Just convenience and if I remember to lol#Comics where he talks a lot are not convenient XP I have enough trouble editing on this paper ugh I will Not miss it when it's done#Even attempted this comic in as few pencil strokes/erasing as possible and it was still a pain to work with! >:0 Rude#Doubly so that I've had a Handplates comic idea for past like - year lol - and /this/ was the first one I finished pfftbl#To be fair to the other I do want to at least attempt making it a look-alike hehe ♪ You know how it is with Ideas™#I can't be too mad about it haha ♫ It did turn out quite cute after all :3
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aweina · 6 months
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ᥫ᭡. your name , mike schmidt ( suggestive )
say my name until you lose your breath …
tags gn reader. established relationship. fluff. kind of self-indulgent. teasing. mike + sleeper build combo.
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“it hurts mike.”
your body was shaking like a withered leaf — limbs tense with a burning sensation.
“yeah?” he tilts his head a bit, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.
you couldn’t last long anymore.
“yes! it feels like i’m gonna – ”
your poor face nearly slaps against the cold wooden floor if it weren’t for mike’s rough hand breaking your fall. he saved you from an embarrassing bruise that you would’ve had to heal for a week — what an angel. but even then, you let out a muffled painful cry against the wooden floors. the nonexistent muscles sculpted on your arms ached, the wind in your lungs struggling to spill out from your lips.
mike shakes his head as he soothes your forehead with a sweet brush of his thumb, back against the edge of his undone bed.
“i still can’t believe you can’t do push-ups.” there was a playful condescending tone in his voice that you couldn’t be mad at because he sounded hot.
you lifted your head, an exaggerated pout on your face. mike smiles at that, tracing his hand over your chin to tilt your gaze towards his. a hue of green and gold in his brown eyes — a little detail you loved about him.
“physical education was my lowest grade you know.”
the gruesome memories of being cruelly yelled at for not participating in group activities or the echoing of shallow cheers during the mile, you being the last person standing. yeah, not a great time.
“really now?” he asks with feigned surprise — a quirk in his brow.
you glared at him, getting up with wobbly feet and nearly toppling over. mike catches your fall again, gently guiding you on the bed. it was a little embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to complain.
“yes, mr. high school footballer.” now it’s mike’s turn to roll his eyes at your teasing, taking a seat back on the cold wooden floor.
what you would’ve done to see him in a football uniform — now stuffed in the depths of his mundane closet. not long ago, you happen to see crinkled photos stuffed in the drawers, old high school photos of mike. a youthful glow to his face, the curls in his dark hair longer, strong arms sadly covered in the sleeves of his jersey. high school you would’ve fawn over him, you’d like to also think he would with you — through the bulky clothes and thick framed glasses.
“whatever. i’ll show you how it’s done.”
a lazy hum vibrates your throat as you carefully watch mike stand up, stretching out his muscles just like he always did. the same sneak peek of his coarse happy trail never failed to make your heart skip a beat, letting out the same tired yawn with a lousy scratch through his messy locks. you tuck yourself in his soft sheets, the comforting smell of warm cotton and woodsy cologne nearly lulling you back into a doze.
every morning, he would do push-ups like this. you’d have an empty space beside your sleeping form, panic filling your heart. it’s then you hear deep grunts, the noise making you blank out with a blush — until you look over and see him in his third set of push-ups. dripping sweat sticking between his skin and the thin fabric of his t-shirt. mike subconsciously coerced you into waking up early. with the sun still beneath the clouds, you check him out while you’re smothered under the sheets he tossed on top of you. conversing about what you’ll do that day, what you wanted for breakfast, who’s turn to wake up abby.
if it weren’t for his deep breathing and quiet groans, you wouldn’t have to be so aroused every morning — like now.
planting his palms flat and arms extended towards the freezing floor, mike‘s position was much more stable and proper that you were attempting to replicate. his upper body bobs up and down, bare feet perfectly planted on the ground. you quietly admire mike’s hidden physique, counting each push-up with a whisper. his elbows barely buckle with each bend, keeping a steady pace without breaking a sweat. completely in contrast from the suggestive noises spilling from his soft lips, breathless and sweetening.
“say my name.”
he stops mid push-up, a confused look written all over his flushed face.
“i … w – what?” from how winded he was, his confusion sounded like a low whine — the familiarity leading back to this exact bed.
“say my name while you do push-ups.” beneath the sheets, you hid a sly smirk — the wink of sleep long gone from the excitement bubbling in your chest.
“yeah … okay sure baby.” mike’s genuine cluelessness was laughable. his doe eyes was unmistakably innocent, naturally obedient to your command.
now every completed push-up he executed perfectly was tied with a sweet tune of your name. the quiver in his voice was sweetly addicting. a breathless drawl drags at the end of your name — tired hiccups escaping his throat. reaching towards his limit, he growls your name with each grunt. how does he not notice how he sounds? fuck, he sounded so cute yet so possessive, but you refrained yourself from throwing yourself at him.
with one last bend to his arms, your name comes out as a desperate whimper. hot panting forced through his lips, drips of sweat running down his brow bone. mike crashes back beside the edge of the bed, his head bent back to the plush mattress. you gaze down at him with a soft smile, brushing away the damp strands of hair — still snug under the warm covers that combat the biting cold of the early morning.
“i know why you asked now.” mike mumbles tiredly, reaching up with aching arms to brush your hair in return. a cocky smile on his face.
“i was wondering when you’ll catch up.” you press a soft kiss on his lips, another on his dampened temple.
“you have a dirty mind, you know that?” mike blushes at the showers of kisses, chuckling at your little perverted plan.
“yeah i do. now do it with your football jersey.” he rolls his eyes the second time this morning, sneaking in a warm kiss on your chin before he stands up — cracking his tense neck with a hard tilt of his head.
“or i’ll just get myself a glass of water.” mike jested with a dry strain to his throat, taking your soft hands and tugging you on your feet.
you happily held his hand. both of your bare footsteps pattering through the cold, darkened hallway — careful not to wake up abby from her room.
“orrrr you can take a shower with me?” you suggestively whispered in the shell of his ear, nearly wrapping yourself on his aching arm — barely irked by the fabric draped on his shoulders that was dosed in sweat.
mike grinned in amusement, knowing you both already shared the shower during early, much more rushed mornings.
although, it never hurt to hear it from your lips.
“yeah sure baby.” his voice deep and rich in your ear, pecking a gentle kiss on your bed hair.
mike guided you both to the dimly lit kitchen, a sickly flirty exchange stuffed the cold hallway — quiet mumbles and fleeting touches.
besides the discipline he puts himself through every cold morning, mike learned to love them, especially when you’re there to admire him — despite the fact you would pretend to be asleep. he knows, but he likes to play your game every now and then.
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add. note : okay i’m extremely unathletic, so i hope someone reading relates too. and can you tell that i got this idea from tiktok … ( ̄  ̄|||)
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im-a-goat-in-disguise · 6 months
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no you dont get it you dont UNDERSTAND this scene at the end of wall-e is so aburpt and emotional. especially in the context. the whole movie it's all been up in the character's faces, filling the frame. but the camera steps back and you see how small they are. so insignificant. massive towering monoliths all around them but at the end of it all.. they're just robots.. two tiny little robots. they're in the shadow and wall-e is *gone*. The bright spark of life has quietly been whispered away. that spark, so small, so bright. the framing gives you the eerie sense of emptiness [emphasised by the previour shot - showing wall-e's lifeless eyes.
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there's no emotion there. it's empty. he's gone. not just gone, but the lights aren't on. sure you rebuilt the house but you look inside and nobody's there. the echo of your love doesn't return. it's hollow. it's so sad. i could cry about this for years and years and years. so much is being told. EVE was lifting his eyes and they dropped back down in the most robotic way possible. no swagger or humanity or personality. just back to inhuman efficency. compared to the swift, sweeping, emotive movement throughout the movie - this feels not just bad, but wrong. there's only about 2:30 from wall-e "reanimating" until he comes back completely. but that 2 and a half minutes. its some of the most heart-tugging animated movie i've ever seen.
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