#Eve Productions

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Fruit of Paradise • 1970 • Věra Chytilová

An experimental retelling of the story of Adam and Eve which then progresses into an allegorical depiction of loss of innocence.

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happy birthday reigen, grow into a beautiful dilf😔😔😔🤟🤟🤟

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I can't sufficiently explain it but these are all the same thing in different genres to me.

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Offers you a robot

This is Relic, my totally mentally and physically well warforged arcane trickster!

+ as of now, wizard!

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in light of new sunset boulevard I was gonna make a post like pls pls don’t do new all about eve and explain kind of why but then I remembered they DID do new all about eve………

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I dunno how many ppl watched Visual Prison but here are clothes I designed while watching, more like listening to it lmao.

This is why I don't watch shit istg. It's not really polished

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Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

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Vixen!

American drama film and satiric softcore sexploitation film directed by Russ Meyer and starring Erica Gavin. It was the first film to be given an X rating for its sex scenes. (1968)

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go ahead. ask me abt my mayerling ballet au. i can be normal. i promise. im totally normal and wont yap about sarah lamb and steven mcrae as mary vetsera and rudolf for hours i wont i swear

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Due to the belief that all queer people were evil and sinful, the Hays Code and The Motion Picture Production code included queer media to their list of media that should not be shown. Queer portrayals of the media were viewed as sinful. Due to the pressure of religious people (majorly being christians) wanting media to align with their beliefs, these codes were heavily pushed. These codes helped push the view that queer people didn’t exist, that went for in cinema and on the street. We were not seen unless we were viewed as evil or used as a joke/punchline. We were seen as humorous in those times starting with silent films of the 1930s and onward. This is enforced with films like Edwin S. Porter’s “The Great Train Robbery as well as“A Florida Enchantment”. Due to these codes lgbt people had to look in the subtext of a film, a television show, or a book. It was simple in many films that had queer characters writers couldn’t confirm the relationship explicitly through dialogue. We could not show a queer relationships or talk about them (excluding the negative depictions) . We had to use subtext to express ourselves. It was hard to be seen and represented.

Although these codes have been abolished they still affect us today. With queer people being hired as advertisers and advocates for products, there has been lots of backlash. When people of the opposite gender just glance at one another people are lining up to say how those two characters are a couple. If the same thing happens with two same gender characters they are “just close friends” and we are “reading too much into it”. At the end of the day, no matter what we do as queer people we will always be seen as “reading far too much into” a story. We had to look for the subtext since that was the only way we were seen. It doesn’t matter how much we explain why we see something as queer we will be seen as delusional. Looking for subtext is something we always had to do and we still do. Since companies want to cater to the queer and non-queer audiences they will queerbait, in which they use subtext and jokes to hint towards a relationship that will never actually happen. They do this so they can make the most amount of money they can, they cater to queer people but they don’t want to outright confirm a character as being so, so they can keep audiences that may be homophobic.

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I made a video essay a while back, and this was a rough draft of the script. It was my final exam for my advanced film class last year. This conversation is something I am very passionate talking about. We as queer people are not delusional, we are here. We exist and should not be erased.

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When Seth was a child, he wanted to know about everything.

How humans had first came to be, who the mysterious God that his parents so often whispered about on nights when they didn’t think that he was awake, why his mother always flinched whenever she caught even a fleeting glimpse of a snake. Why his father went out of his way to hunt down every snake he saw. Who decided that the trees and grass should be the same color in vaguely different shades.

It wasn’t just mere, childish curiosity, either. His thirst for knowledge was insatiable. But books weren’t invented yet when he was young; so instead he focused on listening to as many stories as he could.

His beloved mother, though an eternal burden weighs upon her shoulders, took it upon herself to weave the young world’s very first stories. Before the Son of the Lord had walked upon the Earth, gentle Eve held her son in tired arms and spun tales that no one but him would ever hear, parables of virtue and morality, her melodic voice floating in the cool, nighttime winds whistling past the orchards that could never compare to the Garden of Eden. Though she was exhausted-a feeling that she could never quite get used to, no matter how many times she has experienced it- she had never failed to scoop her son into her arms and hold him close as she spins another new story out of thin air.

“My son, have I ever told you about the angels who fell from eternal paradise?”

”No, you haven’t! Tell me!”

”Of course, of course…but before I tell you, do you know WHY they fell from paradise?”

“I can’t know ANYTHING if you don’t tell me! Why did they fall?”

”…I don’t quite know either! But… I might have a guess.”

”What is it, mom?”

”…”

Eve still had dreams-or rather, nightmares- of the beautiful angel who held out the tantalizing red apple out to her- his soft, sultry voice promising her an eternity of knowledge and a vast sea of answers. On some nights, she woke up shivering, swearing that she had felt a feathery wing envelope her back and raise her up, up, up… to a light so bright that she felt as though she might burn if she rose any further Funnily enough, though, it wasn’t his beauty that she remembered. That part was wispy around the edges, blurred and faded like a memory of the wind.

No. It was the promise. Of freedom, of knowing. For what is life without the crisp, sweet satisfaction and reward? What is humanity without automity?

Sometimes the taste of forbidden fruit lingers on her tongue, the crisp sweetness unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yellow-gold snake eyes watched her as she bit into the crisp flesh, and a part of her wanted to kiss it. To thank it for giving her a choice, the freedom, the knowledge that she could make decisions by herself.

Knowledge was a beautiful thing, for if she hadn’t eaten the fruit, she wouldn’t have seen the way the snake’s eyes softened in turn. And for a moment, she could see an angel behind it.

Then she and her Adam were promptly kicked out of Eden.

Her Adam…

”Mom! Are you okay??”

”…Oh! I’m so sorry, Seth. I was just… lost in thought.”

”About what?”

”Nothing, don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter now, anyway.”

Seth looks so much like his father, but also…so much like him. The fallen angel that she never had a chance to understand.

“…Mom?”

”Hm? What is it, my son? Are you tired? I can put up your bedroll…”

”No! I just wanted to ask, how did you come to love Father? He’s so…”

Frigid. Bitter. Demanding.

She couldn’t imagine a day where she wasn’t in love with Adam.

“I was created for him, Seth. I was born to love him.”

”Yeah… but what about him? Do you think that he loves you back the same way?”

Eve wasn’t sure. Before the fruit, before she got them both thrown out of Eden, she had never questioned her purpose or place in Adam’s life.She was literally created from his bones, shaped to be perfect and his love, his constant companion. But… he had another one, didn’t he? Before her. She never learned the woman’s name, but Eve wonders if she left because of the same reason that the snake tempted her with.

Knowing. Freedom. Something more out in the world.

She wonders about this woman, would love to talk with her about all the answers of the world. She wonders if she is as beautiful as the angel of her dreams.

“Of course he does. If he didn’t, he would’ve left me to face the consequences in the Garden of Eden.”

Seth frowned, scrunched up his nose. His mother always seemed distracted whenever he asked these kinds of questions, but never doubtful. He saw the way her warm brown eyes (the only part of her appearance that he had inherited) stared wistfully into the trees, as if she was reading something that wasn’t- and will never- be there. Waiting for answers that will never come.

And he hated it. He hated leaving questions unanswered. He hated the twistedness of guessing, of having to wrack his brain over and over again just to find a puzzle piece of the uncompleted whole story. What was the point of breaking God’s rule to consume knowledge itself, only for it to be twisted in a labyrinth of confusion? He was only a child, and he had hundreds of years in front of him to figure everything out- but he wanted to know now.

But he loved his mother. He inherited her eyes, her smile, her craving for knowledge. Her desire for something more. But unlike her, he would never have the chance to satisfy his curiosity until long after his death. And his fate will be far, far more cruel.

To him, at least.

”Hey…Mom?”

”Hm? What is it, my dear?”

”If you don’t know exactly why the angels fell, can you make up a story about it?”

Eve smiled, and in that moment the tiredness from her face faded. She nuzzled her son and placed a kiss upon his silvery-white hair, and her heart felt light and content. It was as if she had never left Eden. In fact, she felt even happier, somehow. Would she have had her wonderful children if she never ate the Fruits of Knowledge? Would she have had the joy of holding her bright-eyed son in her arms and making up lullabies to sing to him every night? Motherhood was suffering, but what is joy without it? Light and color would’ve never existed without darkness. And, though she knows that she should disagree, a part of her felt like she would never have it any other way.

If only she could’ve done the same for Abel and Cain…

If only she could’ve saved both of them.

But she was powerless to her own consequences, the first seeds of sin taking root in her own children. Holding Seth close so that he wouldn’t see his failure of a mother blinking back tears, she whispered a feather-soft prayer into the nighttime wind, that none of her children would ever suffer the same fate for as long as they lived. Otherwise, if anything happened to them because of her idiotic mistake, trusting that damned snake’s honeyed words and false promises…

She felt like crying. What kind of mother cries in front of her own child? She felt like a failure of a mother, unworthy to be the forebearer of humanity. For was the purpose of humans simply to struggle, due to her choice? Did she bear her children only to have them face the same fate?

…No. It won’t be like that again.I’ll get them right this time. She thought, as she wiped her face and lifted her face to smile at her son again, unaware that he heard and saw everything. But Seth has always been good at hiding his true emotions, so he gave her a smile that mirrored Eve’s own. He felt her hands tremble against his back.

She could still see the blood that coated her son’s dead body, could still feel the rasp in her voice as she screamed and screamed and screamed as Adam came running to see what was wrong-

No. It would be different this time. It would never happen again.

Her smile faltered a little bit as she looked at her son. So much like his father, but so much like her. Forced to carry such a burden at such a young age… but he never would’ve been born if not for that burden. Truly, a gift from the omniscient and omnipotent Almighty, sent as both a consolation and a reminder of what she had done wrong. And if not for that gift, she would’ve never been here, singing lullabies and weaving stories to tell him. And so, she began a new one, her ethereal voice carrying in the cool airs of the wind, the stars twinkling overhead mother and son as moonlight enveloped their silhouettes. The creatures of the Earth held its breath in anticipation of a new story:

“There was once an angel, the most beautiful out of all the ones in Heaven… he was God’s favorite, until the day he fell, both from his home and from grace.”

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Posting one Murder Drones meme a day until Episode 5 drops, Day Eleven.

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Mustache Monday: Ben Daniels and Eve Best at Three Sisters at the National Theatre, London UK (2003).

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The Perfect Couple

“Happy Wedding Eve”

Director: Susanne Bier

DoP: Roberto De Angelis, Shane Hurlbut