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Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995)
dir. Todd Solondz
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lisamarie-vee · 6 months
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angelbowerz · 4 months
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The Holy trinity of bullies🙏
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abbatoirablaze · 10 months
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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Lloyd's Angel
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Warnings:  mentions of edging, implied multiple partners, daddy kink, implied mfm, mentions of cannibalism.
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“Welcome to the doll house, sunshine!” Lloyd grinned widely.  He held his arms open as though it was some sort of grand gesture to his spoiled protege.  A few of the women giggled as they walked by, being sure to look over their shoulder at Lloyd. 
The man in his late thirties had a glimmer in his eye as he showed his newest partner the benefits of being an independent contractor on the dark side of the world for some of the most nefarious men. 
“What the hell is this?” Ransom asked curiously as he stepped forward.  Lloyd clapped the New England man on the shoulder and squeezed it excitedly.
“This is the best pussy in the world is what it is,” he chuckled, “and they’re only available to us, you hear?  So don’t go inviting your little party-boy friends to this place…you have to be a member.”
“You mean…”
“We’re active contractors, Drysdale…active and high-class,” Lloyd smirked as he looked around the room for someone in particular, “we aren’t your average hit men…”
“No shit…”
“Lemme show you around,” he chuckled, leading the slightly younger man further into first main room past the entryway, “see if you find anything that makes you wanna get your dick wet.  At least until I find my girl…then you’re on your own.”
“Your girl?” Ransom scoffed, “calling a high-class whore ‘your girl,’ is a bit pa-“
Before Ransom could finish his sentence, Lloyd turned, and slammed him up against the wall and held him by his neck.  His eyes were wild as he glared at his protégé.  Ransom could feel the weak plasterboard wanting to give behind his back, “don’t you go talking about my sweet little thing…I may be showing you the ropes, but I’ll hang you from one if you eve-“
“Daddy…”
Lloyd froze, hearing the scared voice of his Angel. 
“Son of a bitch,” he growled, more to himself as he pushed himself away from Ransom.  Lloyd took a moment for himself, smoothing out his shirt and taking a deep breath, and Ransom noted how the darkness seemed to fade away from him all at once before he turned towards the voice, “Angel…sweetheart…what are you doing out of your room?  You’re supposed to be studying!”
“I got excited,” she admitted as she bit her lip.  Ransom smoothed out his clothes and stepped forward until he was nearly beside Hansen.  The man who was only a few years older than him shot him a glare out of his peripherals, causing him to stop short.  But he could see the woman well enough.  She had to be in her late twenties and was wearing a schoolgirl outfit where the shirt was nearly see-through, and the skirt that looked like it would expose her if she sneezed.  Ransom found himself eyeing her up and down, his eyes trailing down her tanned, tone thighs to where the garter belt stopped, “daddy did you bring a friend for me to play with?”
Ransom’s eyes shot up back to hers before he shot Hansen a look.  He noticed Lloyd’s jaw twitching, a clear indication that he’d had no intention of sharing the woman before them, “he’s new to the Doll House, Angel…I figured we’d let him have a go at one of the girls while daddy shows you how much he’s missed you…”
“But I wanna play with both of you, daddy…” she whimpered, batting her thick lashes at both men.  A shockwave ran through Ransom’s spine and sent a pulse straight to his cock.  The woman reached out her hands and took one of Lloyd’s and one of his.  He shot Lloyd another look, and he caught the fact that while Lloyd didn’t look back at him, his mustache twitched, “it’s been so long since you’ve been back…I need so much attention.”
Lloyd stood up a little straighter, slightly irritated by the insinuation that she needed more than just him, “gonna be a brat for daddy?  You know what that gets you, Angel…”
“Daddy,” she whimpered yet again, giving him the sweetest doe eyes that she could manage.  Lloyd dropped her hand and out of instinct she dropped Ransom’s, her full attention going back to Lloyd, “daddy…don’t be mean…”
“Mean,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at her, “you think I’m being mean?  You’re the one acting like my cock isn’t enough to fill that tight little cunt and stretch her to her limits…and in front of everyone…I was hoping you’d be my good little angel and find daddy’s friend a playmate…not try to snatch him up for yourself like a greedy little whore!”
The woman paled and her eyes glittered. 
Ransom felt his stomach turning as the woman before him looked like she was going to cry. 
“Lloy-“
She went to turn to run away from him, but Lloyd grabbed her arm and spun her around until her back was flush against his chest.  Ransom looked around, curious to see if anyone was paying attention to the conflict in the room, but the girls all seemed preoccupied with other men or one another.  It was like the scene playing out in front of him was something that they attributed to as being normal.
“You’re not being a very good girl, Angel…you’re acting more like an ungrateful little slut,” Lloyd whispered against her ear.  She shivered and Lloyd smiled, “you’re going to be a good little girl and go to your room…I’ll give you what you want because I’m a reasonable man…and when it comes down to it, daddy loves you, Angel, and you know that…but I better not hear you crying about me being the mean one…or you’ll get an extra punishment after he’s had a go at you and it’s just the two of us.”
He released her without a second thought, and she was quick to run in the direction of the stairs and up to what Ransom assumed was her room.  He swallowed nervously as he looked at Lloyd, “What in the hell was that?”
“My girl wants to play with both of us,” he said simply.  His eyes scanned the room, and it was obvious to Ransom that Lloyd was upset by the situation, “and while I don’t usually let her play with others, because I don’t play well with others, today is actually her birthday.  And-“
“It’s her birthday?”
“That’s why we made the stop here,” he said as though it were obvious, “this was well out of our way, Drysdale.  Figured I’d make a little stop off here and wish her a good night, then stuff her full of me, and be out of here, sipping a latte while we board the jet to the next job.”
“So, you just…what…you’re going to fuck her then walk away?” Ransom asked, curious about their situationship, “What about when you’re not here?”
“I pay for her room,” he shrugged, “no one else touches my Angel without my saying so.  And I pay for her to go school when I’m not around, so she’s got something to do…my baby may look like a dumb little slut, but she’s got an engineering degree and she’s working on her master’s in chemistry…when I finish what I need to, my angel is going to come work for me…but until then, I know she’s safe.”
“And she doesn’t care?”
Lloyd chuckled, rolling his eyes at the playboy as he led him up the steps and towards her room, “of course she cares.  Last time I came by she nagged me about taking her home…said she missed me.  That was four months ago.”
“Four months?”
Lloyd shrugged once more, “stayed for four days…one for each month I was gone.  Made her write pages on pages saying that she was a brat who needed her daddy to keep her in line all the while I had her warm my cock.  Held a wand to her pretty little cunt and told her if she soaked my boxers, she wasn’t going to be able to walk by the time I left.  Edged her for hours like that.   She was shaking while she wrote.  God it was amazing…”
“Jesus…”
“What?” Lloyd chuckled, “that’s nothing compared to what some of the others do…there’s this guy, Kemp…bought Angel’s younger sister and another woman.  Looks at Angel’s sister like the purest goddess you can imagine, but he edges the hell out of her.  I actually got that idea from him.”
“He’s got two girls?”
“Eats the one bit by bit, but yeah,” Lloyd shrugged, not wanting to talk about the weird situation with the cannibal, “he’s got two girls, but it should really count as one and three quarters by now.”
Ransom’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, “He eats her?”
“Still not the weirdest thing that’s happened around here,” he shrugged, “got all kinds of guys here. Don’t worry about the cannibal though…that’s a consensual thing.  The girl was jealous that Kemp is in love with Angel’s little sister and offered herself up to him…and well, there are some guys around here that are into the whole missing body parts thing, so she makes a comfortable living off it, and decides when he gets to have his little feasts…she gets her own little sense of control from it, so don’t go feeling bad for her.”
“What the actual hell?” Ransom asked, the disgust seeping from his tone. 
“Rule one,” Lloyd said as he stopped in front of a door, “don’t judge what the others do.  This is the Doll House…and exclusive community of some of the most dangerous men on the face of the planet.  And these girls don’t get out, so they like to talk.  You don’t want to have any issues if you don’t have to, so don’t confide in a girl unless she’s your endgame, got it?”
“Yeah…sure…”
“Rule two,” Lloyd began once more, “Angel really is my girl…you ever come here without me and touch her, I will kill you…no questions asked.  Is that understood?”
“Is there a rule three?”
“Yeah…don’t go after Angel’s little sister,” Lloyd said clearly, “last guy that did was a super soldier and the cannibal took his arm and ate it.  And he liked the guy…he’s fucking crazy.”
“The guy that eats people or the guy missing his arm?”
“Both!” Lloyd huffed, “we may be some dark guys, but we’ve got a system.  Stay in your lane and don’t play with a doll that doesn’t belong to you and you should be fine…and don’t worry about trying to sort it out.  The girls will tell you if they belong to someone.  Usually if they’re in the main rooms though and not a bedroom, they’re game.”
“W-why did you bring me here, Lloyd?”
Lloyd smiled as he clapped the younger man on the shoulder, “It’s because you’re my protégé, Drysdale, you’re a member.  So welcome to the Doll House.”
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evilgirlsportfolio · 9 months
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sirensongfm · 28 days
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The narrative didn't doom me, it just ditched me
Warning: There will be mentions of upsetting content like sexual abuse, bullying, xenophobia and manipulation. It won't get graphic and it won't be discussed in-depth but it will be mentioned.
I've been thinking a lot about my attachment to Jeyne Poole and I think I cracked the code or at least I’m cracking the code.
So, requirements to become a "The narrative didn't doom me, it just ditched me" character:
Involve some sort of metanarrative irony, can be intentional or accidental
Being archetypal to a secondary or tertiary character, but written with depth or relevance to the story
Becoming obsolete. Be it by an adaptation, the narrative, or the fandom's perception. This person doesn't matter.
I listed four examples under the readmore
Wakaba Shinohara
(look at me, a non-practicing pseudo-intellectual talking about RGU)
Mother of all mothers! She is the blueprint!
She is the only secondary character who doesn’t appear on the opening of the show. She is average looking to the point you could pass her as a background character compared to all the other prominent characters in the story, as a student she is average, she has no special abilities or talents and the nicest and most personal compliment she gets is Utena (Wakaba's best friend, but not a feeling that is reciprocated) telling her she'd make a good housewife.
She has an entire episode dedicated to the Angst of being a satellite character and even after that episode which shows the tragedy of her story being a sideline, she remains in that sideline.
Wakaba's only sense of self value comes from her being close to the people the narrative deems as more special and since Utena has been distancing herself a little from her because she is growing closer to Anthy, being suddenly able to keep bad boy renegade (actually cringe fail loser) Saionji dependant on her transforms her into a protagonist. Suddenly she is the one being called pretty by Utena, she is getting better grades, she is being above average. She has something that makes her special!
The saddest thing is that she had already been pivotal to Utena's narrative development. During episode 12 she is the one who triggers Utena into reclaiming her Princehood and duelling Touga, but she is not capable of seeing that as something she can call her own.
And then during the masterpiece that is "Wakaba Flourishing" we see her confronting those insecurities and feelings of inferiority once she realises Saionji will leave her too and discard her!
She duels Utena, intends to kill Anthy, who se believes is the one behind her losing Utena and Saionji's attentions, loses to the protagonist who loves her, but not enough to make her become special too...and then....
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Wakaba goes back to her dorm room, now empty of Saionji who no longer needs to live at her place, and we viewers are destroyed.
She returns to her cheery, poppy, apparently happy-go-lucky self, but we know what lurks inside her.
It's funny because the narrative likes playing with her. On the one hand she is special! She is the one who gets Utena out of her depression in episode 12 and she is the one who saves Utena & Anthy at their escape in the movie. But then again, there is only one episode centred on her, right? And that episode ends once Saionji leaves her. She loses the spotlight as soon as a more relevant character distances themselves from her.
The fact she hasn't appeared in any of the post-show/movie mangas, while other show-only characters have, is heartbreaking and hilarious.
Sorry Wakaba, you are lovely but you don't make the cut, go listen to some Penelope Scott, her lyrics are a bit curt, but still, it couldn't hurt.
Heather Matarazzo in her iconic role as Dawn Wiener
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Beloved...
Dawn Wiener is the main character of Todd Solondz “Welcome to the Dollhouse”, although if compared to most coming-of-age protagonists, she is quite depressing.
At school she is bullied, at home she is neglected, she has no friends, talents, or self esteem and the few times she stands up for herself things backfire. She is not always loveable either. Dawn feels dangerously envious to her little sister Missy, who is everything Dawn is not; beloved and beautiful.
As we see her grow up in the movie, we come to the realisation that, it doesn’t matter how much she tries, things won’t get better for her.
Dawn Wiener ends her introduction movie as a perpetual loser who has somewhat decided to conform to her place as an underdog who will never find acceptance among her family or peers, partially because of her looks, which are seen by most as ugly. It's more one of the first scenes in the movie has a young girl bullying Dawn in the bathroom and when Dawns asks her why, the girls responds "Because you are ugly."
In the spin off movie "Palindromes" it is revealed that her adulthood wasn't much more different. She went to college, gained weight and acne and killed herself after becoming pregnant by date rape.
The entire motif of Solondz cinema can be explained within the lines spoken by one of his characters at the end of the movie:
"No one ever changes. They think that they do, but they don't. If you are the depressed type now, that's the way you'll always be. If you're the mindless happy type now, that's the way you'll be when you grow up."
Surprisingly in another spin-off of "Welcome to the Dollhouse", "Wiener Dog", Dawn finds a happy ending. She has a stable and enjoyable job as a veterinary and is rekindling a relationship with her love interest from "Welcome to the Dollhouse", Brandon. Their last scene shows them happily talking about their future while holding hands.
So it probably sounds weird whenever I say this is a much sadder and depressing ending than the one where she commits suicide.
And I stand by that, because there is a fundamental change in "Wiener Dog".
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Dawn's actress, Heather Matarazzo, has been recast by a more conventional-looking actress who is much more fitting into the female ideas of beauty Dawn was told she could never become. If anything, her new actress looks more similar to Dawn's little sister.
The fact that Matarazzo wasn't informed of this, and only came to find out that her most iconic character was now being portrayed by conventionally attractive and successful Greta Gerwig through Twitter, while she was struggling to find roles that actually allowed her to act instead of just being cast as a insulting comedic archetype, like the abhorrent admirer, is the final gut punch. She felt deeply hurt.
Also, just wanna add, the entire movie (Welcome to the Dollhouse) is on YouTube for free but it’s a VERY upsetting movie. It’s hyperbolic in its dark comedy without being edgy, and it is uncomfortable because somehow it still manages to be cruelly realistic in its themes of bullying and abuse. I’ve only watched it two times and, now that my depression has gotten stronger than ever, I sure won’t watch it again.
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Jeyne Poole
♪ A terrible mistaaaaaaake was made... ♫ I love that song for her because it fits her in and outside the story.
On a meta-level, I think she is the most tragic because it's accidental. The two former examples were written and portrayed with the intention of making us feel their tragedy. This is not poor Jeyne Poole's case. I genuinely get anxious when thinking about her or how she is treated by fandom because her case is real. She is one of those things that make me worry Solondz might be right in his cynical views of the world.
She is a book character so I can't put pictures of her without stealing art but also this entire thing is about characters being treated like shit by the narrative in order to drive a point, so hahah Jeyne! You don't get a picture! (But you get links because I love some people's art (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) and I'd feel too bad about being mean to her)
The show played a lot with my hopes involving her. She appears in one episode only and has no lines. Later on she is mentioned by name by Sansa Stark, a main/POV character who is a friend of hers and who she considers to be more beautiful. After that we never hear of her again.
This could have worked, had the show stayed loyal to the source material.
In the fifth book of the series, it is revealed to the readers that she is being passed off as the daughter of an important House, Arya Stark, so she can marry the future lord Paramount who is a sadistic monster. Her new husband abuses her terribly and while there are a few political factions opposing her husband, who intend on liberating her, this is only because they think she is Arya Stark, since no one would care for her misfortune if they knew who she truly is.
Jeyne Poole, a character who is deemed as "not important of risking your life for" gets someone to risk his life and, more importantly, his skin in order to save her! Not Arya, Jeyne! Theon, former childhood co-habitant now turned into co-victim co-perpetrator, saves her. The show adaptation decided she was not important enough to appear in the story, and replaced her with Sansa Stark, a main character the audience already felt attached to, who was from a nobler house and considered to be more beautiful. Jeyne's plot was given to the girl she sees herself as inferior to in the books. Her plot was deemed important, her impact was deemed important, but Jeyne herself was not.
She is tragic, there is a reason she is here too, but at least in the story she still has a chance at happiness. In the fandom though...yeah, she lost the war, even worst there wasn't a war. Look at the number of fanworks tagged as ASOIAF involving the Sansa-Theon-Ramsay constellation, compare it to the number of fanworks tagged as ASOIAF involving the Jeyne-Theon-Ramsay constellation and you'll find evidence to that. It gets even funnier when the show constellation and plot line stays intact in fanfics, but she is still added in order to transform her back into Sansa's token best friend with no political relevance and no connection to Theon or Ramsay.
The books' author, GRRM, spoke about being upset by the change done on the show, but in truth I don't have many hopes for Jeyne Poole and considering how he is a slow writer and I am very ill person, I doubt I'll get to witness Jeyne P managing to escape this list.
Sorry Jeyne, you weren't doomed, just ditched. Sucks to be you I guess.
Areida
The least tragic in story and development, but still someone who (sadly) deserves to be here.
She is a book character and given how this book doesn't have much of a fandom there isn't any official art of her, but I like these: (1) (2)
Similarly to Jeyne, she suffered in the adaptation, but then again, who doesn't?
Her book counterpart was given a more in depth characterisation. She was an immigrant, came from a poor background, spoke with a strong accent and was described in a manner resembling someone of African ancestry (dark skin, box braids). In the movie it is implied she might be from another country or ethnia, she is played by an Indian actress, but her accent is gone, her hair is straight and we don't get any characterisation or background on her. Her friendship with Ella is downplayed and Ella only starts her quest after being forced to tell her she can't be friends with her anymore and making a xenophobic comment. In the book, Ella parts on her quest so as not to have to obey and break their friendship and that conversation doesn't take place. In the books, Areida's pain matters and it is Ella's unwillingness to hurt her that sends her to search for Lucinda, the fairy who gave her the gift of obedience, so she can remove the curse and won't be forced to ruin her friendship with Areida and cause her more distress. She runs away from finishing school before she can break Areida's heart. And even after their separation, Ella still thinks of Areida with an endearing fondness and tells her future love interest, Prince Char, about her.
In the movie, there is an emphasis in showing Ella's pain and their reconciliation isn't shown, but we are supposed to assume they did have a reconciliation because Areida is seen at Ella and Char's wedding. Areida is reduced to become an unconditional sidekick whose feelings aren't important in the grand scheme of things. We don't see her break down crying after hearing her supposed best friend make a xenophobic comment about her, not how lonely she must have felt afterwards, nor how their conversation once reunited went. She is only Ella's friend, not her own character.
The irony, Ella's quest being triggered by Areida's feelings is turned into Ella's quest being triggered by Ella's feelings because neither the audience, nor the narrative, nor the people making the movie care about Areida's feelings, something the novel has been trying to portray as wrong multiple times.
The adaptation of Ella Enchanted (which I only watched two days ago because of curiosity and oh god why did they whitewash Char??? WHY IS LUCINDA A RACIAL STEREOTYPE???? No wonder my parents didn't let me watch Disney movies! they suck!) was so different from the book that talking about them as one almost feels wrong. Had they gone to claim the book was the inspiration behind this movie, that would have been alright, but as an adaptation, it's quite horrendous. I can understand why they made the changes they made, but given how the movie has overshadowed the book in popular culture, and thus it is Movie!Areida who people might remember, I still have to let her stay here.
So, yeah...I think this is it. It's the irony and the pain behind the irony. Yeah...
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Favorite new watches of 2023:
Onibaba (1964), dir. Kaneto Shindo
The Collector (1965), dir. William Wyler
The Cremator (1969), dir. Juraj Herz
Straw Dogs (1971), dir. Sam Peckinpah
Zardoz (1974), dir. John Boorman
The Plague Dogs (1982), dir. Martin Rosen
Crimes of Passion (1984), dir. Ken Russell
Law of Desire (1987), dir. Pedro Amaldovar
Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995), dir. Todd Solondz
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Watching welcome to the dollhouse (1995) and I did not fucking expect this jfc this is so fucked up what the fuck
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck somebody fucking save that 11 year old jfc I want to murder everyone around her
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heartshapelocket · 9 months
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the way this movie + dawn and brandon’s dynamic had such an impact on my life as a child and not a good one lol
welcome to the dollhouse (1995)
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filmbook21 · 6 months
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medufasa · 1 month
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Movies that made me feel things
A Beautiful Mind
The Breakfast Club
Stand By Me
Thirteen
MOPI ('91)
Moonlight
Mid90s
My Girl ('91)
Brokeback Mountain
Welcome To The Dollhouse
But I'm A Cheerleader
Dead Presidents
Menace II Society
Kubo And The Two Strings (can't remember what happened in this movie for the life of me but I remember it making me feel mad emotional at the end)
Trolls (The first one) (Yo I wish I was joking)
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daintytrollop · 11 months
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“I don’t mean to be a c*nt.”, Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995)
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finalgirlguy · 3 months
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fave first watches of january 💭💫🌼
perfect blue (1997) – movies to make you sick in the stomach!! first of all the animation is so gorgeous i love animated horror and i LOVE japanese horror. and then im so fascinated by the unraveling of conscience and how you can never tell what’s real. and the horror of losing control of your body and your mind like ughhhh its so well done
frances ha (2012) - oh i KNOW if i watched this when i was younger it would have done incomprehensible damage to my psyche. sometimes it’s cringy and awkward but it does have something very genuine about growing up and being a young adult. and specially abt the person you love the most in the entire world not loving you as much. well i get it i get her us awkward lame women need to stick together
welcome to the dollhouse (1995) – i think the reason why i like this so much is because it reminded me of john waters in the cynicism and the surrealism?? showing fucked up topics in the most unreal way ever?? well anyways i was an ugly child and there’s a deep truth in this movie abt children and their cruelty and how being separated from your peers feels like the end of the world
killers of the flower moon (2023) – well everyone’s talking abt this movie i don’t think there’s any point in me talking abt it. i spent 206 minutes with this deep pit in my stomach. i do think that this is going to sweep at the oscars
el conde (2023) – a movie where the chilean dictator pinochet is an immortal vampire which i just love the ideia of. the photography is gorgeous it’s mostly black and white and it’s done sooo well. it’s set mostly after pinochets reign, when he’s old and decaying, and i do wish they lingered a bit longer on the effects of the military dictatorship, but the movie balances the unbelievable cruelty and hypocrisy of that time with surreal humor. one of the characters has a certain joan of arc je ne sais quoi which was just a fun little treat for me
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abbatoirablaze · 6 months
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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Steve's Side Piece, Bucky's Aggravation
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Warnings:  homosexual relationship (m/m), gay relationship, implied protected sex, talk of male masturbation.
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“I just don’t get why he has to always be around!” Blondie said angrily as she batted her eyes at Steve, “I know that you two like to…have time together, and I put up with that.  But this is just becoming too much!  He’s cutting into my time with you and I don’t like it!”
Steve’s jaw tensed as he looked at the woman who stood in front of him, leaning into the door frame as though she was something far more innocent than she actually was. 
Bucky’s own jaw twitched as he laid on Steve’s bed, only covered by the sheets.  He propped himself up and gave her a fake smile when she looked over Steve’s shoulder and saw him sprawled out, the used condom hanging halfway out of the bin next to the bed. 
She sneered, “really, Steve?”
“What I choose to do when I’m not with you is none of your concern, Blondie.”
Her nose twitched, “you’re here!  At the dollhouse.  And I know that he saw Dolly earlier…so you two are jus-“
“Wanna join, Blondie?” Bucky taunted, “I’ll let Stevie here go to town on you, and I’ll go to town on him…I have to warn you though…round one was wild enough…round two might get…aggressive.  Stevie really gets riled up when I go to town on that tight ass of his.  He might not be able to control himself around us…might just trade you in for more time with me period.”
Blondie squirmed, the fact that she was uncomfortable about the idea of the two of them together obvious.  Steve looked over his shoulder at Bucky, and gave him a look, “Buck…come on punk.  Don’t go acting up like that!  I am nice enough to Dolly.  Be nice to my girl…yeah?”  
“What…I know the rules,” Bucky chuckled, getting a little more obnoxious.  He let the sheets fall away from himself as he stood from the bed and sauntered over to Steve and Blondie.  His arms wrapped low around Steve’s waist as he nibbled on his ear.  Blondie shifted even more uncomfortably, seeing Bucky’s hardened length gently probing Steve’s firm ass, “I share you with a girl of your choosing, just as you do the same for me.  You can’t stand Dolly, but I’m a team player.  I’m willing to let your girl in if she wants to interrupt on our time.  Let you have your turn on top when Dolly wanted to have fun with both of us…at least my girl understands that she won’t be able to break us up and attempts to be with both of us.”
“You two are always together, Bucky!”
“It’s Sergeant Barnes, Blondie!” Bucky said firmly as he shot her a glare, “we’re not on any sort of level of familiarity where you can call me that name.”
“Coming from the guy who’s dick I just saw two seconds ago.”
“Seeing it and having it inside of you are two different things.” He growled, “only two people in that house have the familiarity with me to be using my nickname and you’re not one of them.”
“Buck-“
“I doubt it could satisfy me,” she taunted, “I’m a-“
“Subway tunnel,” Bucky growled, cutting her off, “yeah, I kind of guessed that.  Maybe that’s why Steve prefers time with me than with you!  You know…even after a little time with Dolly he was willing to go down on her and plug her up…I’ll always find you annoying beyond all existence.”
“BUCK!” Steve said firmly, his eyes shooting over his shoulder to look at Bucky, “that’s enough!”
“Yeah, Buck.  That’s enough!” Blondie taunted.
Steve’s eyes shot back to hers just as quick, “that’s enough from the both of you!  Buck…Blondie is right, we do spend a lot of time together.  I know you checked in with Dolly, but maybe you should check on the rest of the house.  See if any of the girls need anything!  Blondie…I-I need to talk to you, so give Buck five minutes to get dressed, and then we can-“
“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” she asked quickly, cutting the super soldier off, “I know that Barnes dropped Dolly officially so that another guy could sponsor her after the three of you were together, but-“
“We’ll talk about it alone, Blondie,” Steve sighed, “give me a few minutes to throw some clothes on too, okay?”
Before she could respond, Steve had shut the door in her face and had turned to his partner, “that wasn’t nice.”
“She’s a cunt.”
“For the time being, she’s still my sponsee!” Steve reminded Bucky as he wrapped his arms around his waist.  Bucky pulled Steve close to himself, making their lips connect.  Steve sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to get lost in Bucky’s kiss. 
“Break up with her,” Bucky said softly as he broke the kiss just a moment later.  Steve eyed his partner down as Bucky walked back towards the bed, coaxing his lover to join him, “we can find a girl for both of us…one that we both like.  I dropped Dolly because you don’t like her!  And you were willing to fuck her for christ sakes.”
“You’re still fucking her!”
“Not exclusively,” Bucky said firmly.  He motioned for Steve to come forward, and the younger man sighed, allowing himself to get pulled back onto the bed.  He moaned when Bucky reached forward, stroking his cock.  Bucky’s lips ghosted over Steve’s and he shuddered, “I know you got your eye on a girl…we can take her on the shopping trip with us tomorrow…”
“Buck-“
“I’ll let you be on top this time,” he urged as he laid back and started guiding Steve gently between his cheeks and over his puckered ring of muscle, “Tell me you’ll think about it…I know you’ve been watching her for a while…you think you’re being sneaky, but you’re not.  I’ve seen you watching her, Stevie.  I know that you are not letting anyone sponsor her because they’ve started asking me for the rights to her…we can’t let the regulars she has keep asking us to sponsor her and deny giving a reason…”
“Buck-“
“Just say yes, Stevie,” Bucky purred against Steve’s ear as he began to nibble on it yet again.  Steve moaned, his hips instinctively grinding against his boyfriend’s ass, “I know you want to.  Picture it. The three of us.  Me.  You.  Bunny.  All making love together in our bed.  We’re both wildly attracted to her.  And the rest of the girls in the house love her.  They treat her like the house mom even though she’s on the younger side of the girls.  They respect her even without us making her part of our lives…think about it.  She could complete us, Steve!”
“Flip over,” the younger super soldier growled huskily.  Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s and he smiled, knowing that he was going to win the argument, “damn it, Buck…I said flip over…now!”
Bucky gave a playful yelp when Steve maneuvered him, flipping him onto his stomach in such a manner that it actually caught Bucky off guard.  He yelped again when Steve slapped his ass.
“STEVE!”
“Shut up, punk.  You want me to consider it…want me to dump Blondie…this is my price,” Steve growled playfully.  Bucky looked over his shoulder and Steve caught his lips with his own.  This time it was Bucky’s turn to melt into Steve.  When Steve broke the kiss this time he was smiling at Bucky, “I’m going to wreck you tonight, Barnes.”
“What happened to five minutes?” Bucky teased.
Steve growled at him as he ran his large hands over Bucky’s firm cheeks.  His cerulean eyes met Bucky’s near silver blue ones, “she can wait…we’re planning for our future!”
“Then she’s going to hear one hell of a show!” Bucky grinned as Steve reached over him to the bedside table to grab a condom. 
“Stop being such a brat…I’m giving you exactly what you want,” Steve teased, “I’m fucking you, and pissing her off in the process!”
“You wouldn’t love me nearly as much if I ever stopped being a brat,” Bucky taunted.  Steve unwrapped the condom and slid it over his length, before slapping it on his partner’s ass.  Bucky playfully wiggled his behind at his best friend before giving him a serious look, “I’m serious though, punk…tomorrow…we approach her…”
Steve stopped his ministrations and looked at Bucky, “you’re serious about this…aren’t you?  Really serious?”
“We both want her, Steve…and I’m done pretending that we don’t!” Bucky admitted softly, “she could bring us closer together.”
Steve nodded and sighed, “I don’t want to scare her off though…being with the both of us is a big ask.  One that we’ve never asked another girl.”
“Steve…”
Steve sighed, “ you win, Buck.  Tomorrow…you approach her!  If she’s open to the idea, we can both talk about it with her.”
“Good!” Bucky said victoriously, his mind already going back to the former task at hand, “now fuck me so hard that little cunt standing outside your door gets the message to fuck off!  You don’t belong to her anymore…it’s me and Bunny!”
“You haven’t even approached her yet, Buck…”
“I always get what I want, Steve…you know that!”
“Trust me, I know!” he groaned as he lined himself up with Bucky once more, “but just for the ultimatum, I’m not using any lube!”
“Jokes on you,” Bucky smirked, “I took the last of the cum that was on my length and scissored myself open with it while you went to answer the door…I’m good to go, Steve!”
“Good…because at this rate, I can go all day!”
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