#At home among strangers

[storja-historja]

[acupofbritishearlgrey]

At Home Among Strangers (1974), dir. Nikita Mikhalkov

[iamnoturfoot]

Yall remember that Andrei Tarkovsky Stalker movie? Yeah...this is him now... :/

Also @storja-historja 's latest fanart was the fuel to this fire. Thank you for my life. If you love me you will look at their post and reblog it and also this one (only if you want to)

[deceptigoons-attack]

At Home Among Strangers | Свой среди чужих, чужой среди своих (1974)

[lilaccatholic]

Physically I'm here but mentally I'm clawing the eyes out of everyone who talks crap about their children on the internet and posts them in their most vulnerable moments for clout

[bananonbinary]

the trans urge to look masc vs the autistic urge to never wear pants ever, fight

[antihibikase-archive]

Thinking abt that Blur/Blight scene post-battle w/ N. Bianca's dad opening the door to the Blackburn house (he and his wife visited her after hearing about what happened) and seeing Grimsley carrying Cheren in his arms while Hilbert is holding onto his hand. Juniper hiding Bianca under her coat while Hilda carries everyone's things,,

[absentmoon]

i finished severance, it was eerily relatable since the pandemic and also because of some of my personal experiences……. it was also SO much to digest & so heavy while simultaneously being fast paced and gripping. its a commentary on consumerism and on capitalism on work on race on immigration on the human condition……… amazing.

OMG YOU FINISHED ALREADY its so so so so goodddgfhbggfhfjfhfgdgdfd GOD. you UNDERSTAND. can you believe that was ling ma's debut novel

[theunseeliefilmclub]

Every Film I've Seen in 2023: April

Mansion of the Doomed (1976)

Spider-Man Far From Home (2019)

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves (2023)

Blade Runner (1982)

The Pirates in an Adventure With Scientists (2012)

Bank of Dave (2023)

When a Stranger Calls (1979)

[storja-historja]

[acupofbritishearlgrey]

At Home Among Strangers (1974), dir. Nikita Mikhalkov

[storja-historja]

AAAAAAAAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭🤌🤌🤌🥺💞💞💞 honestly honestly. Feelimg like this rn:

Yall remember that Andrei Tarkovsky Stalker movie? Yeah...this is him now... :/

Also @storja-historja 's latest fanart was the fuel to this fire. Thank you for my life. If you love me you will look at their post and reblog it and also this one (only if you want to)

[deceptigoons-attack]

do NOT hire this man as your interior designer.

[mylowmilo]

Me watching OFMD s2: mmm. I want soup now

The universe: ok. Get Covid, idiot. Have your fuckin soup now because it’s all you can manage to eat

[khioneee]

tap out.

simon doesn’t expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.

based on this.

simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.

in the unyielding line, he’s silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.

but simon is an orphan now.

there’s no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.

over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.

the tap-out tradition is a formality he’s only ever heard about, something he’s watched from a distance but never expected for himself.

he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.

maybe soap would tap him out after he’d seen to his own family.

no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at arm’s length, he’d come to accept that soap wasn’t leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, there’s no one in simon’s life to come pick him out.

still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldn’t change. or so he believes.

then he feels it—a subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesn’t understand. his breath catches, but he doesn’t move. he’s trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought he’d left behind a lifetime ago.

it’s you.

you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.

you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadn’t been able to look back for.

—you. you. you.

and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.

he doesn’t understand, not fully. he thought he’d locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought he’d left behind.

you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if you’re allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.

he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if it’s his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break through—a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.

and you know, in that instant, it’s okay.

with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.

in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and he’s just simon again, holding you as if you’re the only real thing in a world that’s constantly shifting.

his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls he’s held up for years fall away.

‘you’re here,’ he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he can’t hide anymore.

his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.

you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, ‘i’m sorry, lovie. i’m so damn sorry. i’ll never leave you behind again. i promise.’

and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, he’s just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.

. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ an. i know the tap-out tradition isn’t common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.

[alchakh]

all these new “eat the rich” movies

all these new “eat the rich” movies