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lesbiancolumbo · 3 years

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since november is tomorrow i’m back with one last post about film noir. i barely got through half of my list last time, so consider this...... noirvember recs 2: electric boogaloo.

aka, the deep cuts.

the big clock (1948, john farrow) - this is a fun one. it’s ray milland vs. charles laughton! there IS, in fact, a big clock! it’s also a pretty damning look at the media industry.

the narrow margin (1952, richard fleischer) - i have been recommending this one to people for literal years, and NO one has watched it yet. please consider being the first. i think this is one of my favorite films noir of all the ones i’ve seen (and i’ve seen a lot). let me entice you: it is 70 minutes long and it takes place ON A TRAIN and marie windsor is the femme fatale! what else do you want! okay, well, how about you are on a train and you cannot trust literally any other person you meet on it. it’s a real potboiler, and i promise it will be worth your time.

on dangerous ground (1951, nicholas ray and ida lupino) - i am now going to talk about ida lupino. i think she is one of the most incredible actors AND directors. she pops up in noir a lot. she plays unhinged very well, and she can also play a tough as nails noir heroine. this might be my favorite noir of hers! it’s about a los angeles cop who can’t stop brutalizing his suspects that he gets transferred up north and ends up looking for a man on the run. ida plays the man’s blind sister, and she is incredible. another thing i love about this film is that it’s a winter noir, and we don’t see that too often! a perfect november watch.

nightmare alley (1947, edmund golding) - kind of very annoyed they’re remaking this, but whatever. the ending is one of the bleakest in the genre! which is saying something here. i don’t want to say too much about the plot of this one, so go in as blind as possible.

the blue gardenia (1953, fritz lang) - a staple of the noir genre is the accused man trying to clear his name. we see this so often in this genre, and what i like about this film is it’s the same premise, but it’s got a woman at the center. imagine you go out on a date and things get a little hazy. you wake up the next morning and your date has been found dead. did you kill him? did someone else? are you a killer? or are you just paranoid? anne baxter is incredible to watch here.

the hitch-hiker (1953, ida lupino) - hello! woman-directed noir about a killer hitch-hiker! hello! what else do i have to say?

phantom lady (1944, robert siodmak) - i like this film for the same reason i like the blue gardenia: it’s a play on the common “man has to clear another man’s name before he’s hanged for murder” trope we see a lot, but it centers a woman. this film is beautiful, and surreal, and strange. there’s an entire sequence involving drumming and it is intense and very sexual.

the big knife (1955, robert aldrich) - hollywood loves to make films about hollywood, and i could have easily recommended the OTHER film about hollywood. you know the one. i wanted to spotlight this take, though, because it is very brutal about the ways the film industry grinds innocent people down, chews them and spits them right out. the film was based on a play by clifford odets, who helped re-write a certain other damning expose into the ways the media industry destroys people. so, you know, it’s good!

the locket (1946, john brahm) - films noir often employ unique story structure, such as flashbacks... or flashbacks WITHIN a flashback. may i suggest this film, which somehow manages to have a flashback within a flashback WITHIN a flashback and yet it still makes sense (at least by noir standards). i caught this film on TCM on a whim a few years back and found myself struck by it. there are more notable names in noir than laraine day, but she made a compelling screen presence. also: robert mitchum has a small but fun little part here!

i never see these titles floating around on rec lists so if you want to have a bit of alternate noir programming to the ace in the holes and the sunset boulevards and the double indemnities, i highly recommend these ones. happy watching!

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Star Power Over Me - Part One (Vixie/Trixya) - Pilandok

AN: A Vixie and Trixya love triangle, maybe three chapters long? There’s an endgame there somewhere. Light angst? I don’t know, they’re grown adults and don’t really think like angsty teenagers anymore, I guess. Also, about the smut, I don’t write smut but it’s important to the plot so I kinda just movie-glazed over it, sorry. Thank you for reading.

Trixie Mattel has made a shining example of how to get the most out of the spiritually-exhausting, completely unhinged, over-produced reality show of the one and only, larger-than-life RuPaul Andre Charles. So he’s not crazy, he swears, when he spotted the goddess herself sending him a proud smile from the third row of the audience in Peaches Christ’s stage show starring him and Katya. He made it, he was thinking then, lip-syncing Waterloo in full clown makeup, cinched dramatically and padded for days. He made a comeback in All-Stars 3 and had just finished filming for their TV show on Viceland, and now there was RuPaul smiling, laughing, applauding at him, living for his comedic timing and ad-libs. Trixie was glowing because knew he worked hard for it; he was one of those queens who knew to work hard immediately after getting kicked off. He couldn’t have been a fan-favorite forever by just being himself, he isn’t warm or charming or the right kind of self-depreciating. He worked hard laughing through the pain and embarrassment of getting kicked off twice, worked hard in Provincetown performing five nights a week sleeping on a cot on the floor, and worked hard for his merchandise to sell. The meticulous planning, scheduling, and insane work hours was all worth it, he thought, and quite telling of his Virgo nature.

What he never expected to happen, though, was to end up as one-half of one of the biggest couple in Drag Race herstory. Trixie didn’t even consider it beforehand, despite what people might think, but it worked in his favor so well that he almost wishes that he thought of it himself. Trixie and Katya. Everyone loved them and ate them up. Their chemistry was electric, and they were both having fun with it, he didn’t even mind that it was obviously Katya who was the more likeable of the two. Trixie enjoyed that they’ve been made into a package: getting booked to the same gigs, being given the same opportunities, their names incomplete without the other. Suddenly, somehow, they were the next big bankable thing after Shalaska.

But then Trixie found himself in a situation that all these fangirls saw from a mile away: he fell in love with his best friend. He was a romantic but he fell in love with that chain-smoking, slow-splitting, Russian-accented addict anyway. He was a romantic and Katya doesn’t even believe in love and thinks that all relationship problems can be traced back to the problematic concept of monogamy. Trixie fell in love anyway—and it’s probably cause he is a romantic. It was a painfully unrequited love but one that he has been oddly at peace with, having learned to enjoy Katya’s unbridled affection while playing his part as the rational half of the two. But sometimes, like when he drinks, his mind creates problems for himself, wondering about the lasting effects of keeping his feelings at bay on his mental health and if when the bubble of their partnership bursts, it would be his feelings that were going to be at fault. That’s why he shouldn’t drink.. cause he- he- creates the problems in his head and he–

“Damn bitch, oh my god” Violet interrupts him, having just been the recipient of the slurred, rambling version of everything stated above, “I knew you were a talker but you just keep droning on and on, shut the fuck up.”

Trixie smiles, a wide grin showing all his teeth, his glassy eyes revealing just how buzzed he truly is. He and Violet Chachki are on the floor of Trixie’s hotel room, a bottle of whisky between them, most of which has been consumed by Trixie. He pouts and raises a finger accusingly at Violet, “Bitch, I know you only invited me to drink just so you can finally get in my pants.” Violet laughs and doesn’t deny the charge. Trixie raises the bottle directly in front of Violet and smiles his full smile again, “your fans are great, by the way,” he says, slurring all his Rs.

“You know it, cunt,” Violet replies, laughing at his companion. Despite the rambling, Trixie is a fun drunk. He doesn’t think about the weight of the things Trixie has said or its implications because they were both laughing through it all. “I’ve slept with Katya,” Violet remarks casually, “it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“AHHHHH you cunt!” Trixie screams out laughing and slaps Violet’s knee, “I’m not a slut like you! It’s love, I’m in love!”

“Oh shut up you cheesy whore,” Violet is laughing too. He moves closer to Trixie who was sitting cross legged in front of him, he watches as Trixie leans back to rest his weight on his arms. He tilts his head up, still having that smile on his face, he seems to be staring at something on the ceiling or at nothing at all. “You know, I may be trying to get you to fuck me but all this sappy babble is making me reconsider if the effort is worth the reward. I don’t know if sitting through this pity party is any good for my sanity.”

“What’s your verdiiict?”Trixie drawls. He looks at Violet with the same grin that Violet is starting to think is flirtatious.

“Depends, is it working?” He flashes a grin of his own.

“You know me,” Trixie winks “I’m a sssucker for any gentleman who listens to my issues.”

“Ugh. You’re so problematic.” Violet rolls his eyes but finds himself strangely charmed by Trixie. Or Brian. It used to be that Trixie liked to keep those two entities separate, with their own distinct paths in their art. Somehow, however, Brian found a way to be seen by the public, sneaking himself out through Trixie’s guitar, through his lyrics, and through the slight tremble in his voice when he sings that one song. Suddenly, Trixie and Brian were existing simultaneously on stage. He’s more comfortable now, too, in switching between the two characters, and it’s starting to feel less and less like two characters. Violet thinks he’s attracted to where Trixie and Brian overlap. He pulls his knees to his chest and rests his head on his knees, he sighs dramatically at Trixie, “okay, whatever, spill your guts out.”

Trixie looks at Violet and for some reason thinks him to be very cute at that moment. Like how Trixie thought his best friend from high school was very cute; it wasn’t very deep but it was fun, and he’s been having fun with Violet. Getting lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip and stares at the boy in front of him. He sees Violet raise his eyebrows at him and he feels compelled, suddenly, to give him a quick chaste kiss on the lips. He does, and stumbling slightly when he reaches over, he misses by a centimeter.

Violet laughs, “You weirdo!” but he leans in and gives Trixie a proper kiss in return. Trixie gives him a starry-eyed smile when they pull away. Violet murmurs, “you’re so fucking cheesy.” They both laugh and start passing the bottle between them again.

A couple of hour pass and Trixie is kissing Violet again, harder this time, more purposefully. Violet’s tongue slides into his mouth, hot and tasting of alcohol. Trixie thinks that he likes how it feels and leads them to the to the edge of the bed. They don’t have time to discuss matters such as who was the top and who was the bottom in the midst of this turn of events, and they are both obviously solid bottoms, but Violet couldn’t help it and pushes Trixie onto the bed and kisses him hard against the mattress. He doesn’t know what possesses him to want to leave bruises on Trixie’s neck but he sucks on the skin above Trixie’s collarbone and sinks his teeth lightly on the flesh. When he pulls back to check his work, Trixie was looking very shy but very much turned on. Violet wonders why tonight Trixie was being so fucking adorable.

“Words I’d never thought I would hear from Violet Chachki’s mouth,” Trixie breathed, face flushed and hips grinding almost involuntarily.

“Shut up,” Violet said roughly but then he’s laughing again. In a few minutes Violet is kneeling on the bed, hovering over Trixie and their underwear has long been discarded. Violet is as hard as a rock. The humor disappears because he realizes is he really going to top Trixie Mattel? The boy is drunk and has just confessed his love for Katya, a close friend to them both. Conscience, an old friend that has never once visited him in the bedroom is there at that moment, whispering in his ear. He pauses, doubt filling his mind about the mental gymnastics he’s performed to frame this situation as something that was okay. Trixie seems to have noticed this and pulls on Violet’s arm to bring his face close, he kisses him slowly.

“Hey, it’s okay, I want this,” he tells Violet quietly as if his knees pressed up against his chest and his dick hard against Violet’s wasn’t already saying the same thing. Then, in a needy voice, “fuck me.”

Violet groans as he snaps himself out of his thoughts and coats his dick with the lube his fans gave him during the show. He spares a moment to think about how he does have the best fans ever. He finally thrusts himself inside Trixie and despite his initial coaxing, Trixie lets out a sharp gasp in surprise.

“Fuck,” Violet moans, his voice strained in a way that makes Trixie worry that he was going to stop. Violet shows no signs of slowing down but Trixie snakes his arms around his neck anyway and pulls him in for another wet kiss.

“Yeah, fuck fuck fuck, yes please,” Trixie continuously moans into Violet’s mouth until they both reach climax. They collapse onto the bed right after, breathing heavily on top of each other.

Violet thinks for a second about returning to his own hotel room which was a couple of doors down the hall. He can’t think of what else he would do in the room since he has essentially achieved his goal, although he hates to put it in that way. Trixie, however, was already pulling him into his arms.

“Come on, this is my favorite part,” Trixie says, half-yawning. His eyes are already closed.

“Gross, you’re so sappy,” Violet replies but he was settling in nonetheless. He finishes making himself comfortable and sees that Trixie has already fallen asleep. Violet rests his head on Trixie’s chest and idly thinks about his next show. His scheduled flight the next day isn’t until later in the afternoon and he wonders when Trixie’s flight was going to be because he wants to stay in. Violet doesn’t ponder about that odd thought. He feels a slight rumble come from his sleeping friend and instinctively grabs his phone from the bedside table and aims the camera at Trixie. He was deliberating on a good caption—maybe, Adult Barbie now comes with vibrating function. He is smiling at the footage he just took and realizes that it might not be such a good idea to broadcast this out to the public with Trixie looking a little freshly fucked. He feels an urge still, however, to tell someone about this, to report this new inconsequential information that he discovered of Trixie Mattel. Katya and Pearl are the first ones to come into mind but that was obviously out of the question, the former especially—Violet also thinks, bitterly, that maybe those two would already know about Trixie’s sleeping habits. He watches the video a few more times, thinking of who would appreciate this breakthrough. He gives up, shoving the phone under the pillow, but not before typing Trixie Mattel snores when he sleeps and saving it as a note on his phone. He settles himself in bed with his back against Trixie and reaches behind him and tugs Trixie’s arm around him. Trixie groans lightly but wraps his arms around Violet’s frame. After a minute, he’s snoring again. Violet closes his eyes and lets the low droning lull him to sleep.

#pilandok #vixie #trixya #smut #light angst #trixie mattel #violet chachki #katya zamolodchikova #rpdr fanfiction #star power over me #canon compliant

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