#beyondtheconjuring

[reduxfiles]

Hi! I’m uh sorry for the mass likes/reblogs but I think you’re doing the Lord’s work with the screencaps you choose and share. 🛸

I never got through the first season, but I keep coming back to The X Files because a lot of it really resonates with me — I recently got the “Abduction” mythology box set and have been watching those episodes. They’re all UFO/alien-themed and very much my jam. 👽

Eventually I will have seen all the seasons and films… but until then… Stay Sooky!

Thanks so much for this ask, I'm glad to hear you're enjoying my screencaps! Honestly this just started as a way to log my rewatch so it makes me really happy that other people can appreciate it too, I do spend quite a lot of time picking just the right caps ahaha so I'm glad it doesn't go unnoticed 😊

Hope you enjoy watching the rest of the show 👽

[poppiesandpromises]

HEY! Your header is so different! (But just as striking as before.) I used to be "wernerherzoghaircut." This year has been undeniably evil on so many fronts, personal, national, global, so I freaked, deleted, etc. But I'm back and I'm glad to see you're still writing. I hope you're having a great Holiday Season.

hey!!!! So glad youre back!!! Happy holidays & etc!!

[brieandpinotgris]

A Wound, A Sound

Salt in this wound, after forty or fifty helpings of salt in the wound I end up missing the sting, the pain

This wound, a sound like crashing umbrella handles or replaceable ceramic pottery; it's all in there, in the kitchen of our mass suicide blankets & agoraphobia

Salt in the wound, over and over; no more youth to waste, just time

salt & sponge feel the same if you're not paying attention:

I could tell you of the other ways I've found to get one's kicks, or that anyone speaking ceaselessly of their enlightenment & growth has most likely experienced

neither

(god I love a self-proclaimed guru — that spasmodic nothing filling the airwaves at two hundred american dollars per minute, thank you. or perhaps there exists some shamanic certificate one can acquire for but a nominal fee?)

I could tell you what it means to waste — could tell of the maggots that make home in one's unused mouth — but there are simply some things one must experience (once, or twice, or seven times) to understand.

we learn to take our lessons standing up. we learn; our lessons take.

[strangledplanet]

HEY it's Alex (formerly "wernerherzoghaircut"). I hope you are having a very good, calm, and safe Holiday Season!

so glad u are back<3!! i was really bummed about you deleting, i hope you and everyone else had a good holiday!!

[classicfilmpunk]

Film tag game / Top 8 films watched in 2024 I was tagged by @beyondtheconjuring to post my favorite first time watches of 2024. Thank you! I didn't get a chance to watch a lot of films this year, but here are my top 8 picks I watched in 2024.

I tag @k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9, @love-me-like-a-reptile, @yimra, @goryhorroor

[ltc-henry-blake]

tagged by @lostseadreamer thank you for tagging me!! 💙

last song: Golden Years by David Bowie

last book: Contact by Carl Sagan

last movie: Rear Window (1954)

last show: Star Trek TOS

last thing i looked up: my address (for directions)

favorite color: green!

sweet/savory/spicy: savory

relationship status: single

beautiful relationship in my life: hi Benny I love you

looking forward to: SPRING please this winter needs to end

current obsession: Star Trek save me. Save me Star Trek.

Tagging @stuckasmain @beyondtheconjuring @hoppkorv @brokebackbadger (if you want no pressure etc)

[juniorstargazergoke1991]

I was tagged by the @myrtiniart to shuffle my "on repeat" playlist and post the 10 first tracks, then tag 10 friends to do the same.

Walking on a Dream —  Empire of the Sun

Bejeweled — Taylor Swift

Can I Believe You — Fleet Foxes

Flower Chil —  Kacey Musgraves

This Charming Man —  The Smiths

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl — Chappell Roan

Fifty-Fity Clown — Cocteau Twins

Sugar, Suga — Baby Bash, Frankie J

Picture You — Chappell Roan

Quantum Mechanics  — Ludwig Goransson

I tag these cool kids to join the game if they want:

@artfilmaesthetics @film-cult @filmjunky-99 @beyondtheconjuring

@livsturtleneck @hiddenbyleaves @mariwatchesmovies

@cinematicparadiso @alienghostbeebaby @cigarrw-s

[chiefofboatwatsonstittymug]

Last song: Ironiclast by the Damned Things (though I've spent the majority of today listening to Going Off's entire discography on a loop)

Last book: currently reading Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky

Last movie: Last Vegas (2013)

Last TV show: the Man from UNCLE (the sixties one)

Sweet/savoury/spicy: yes.

Last thing I searched for online: 'gender swap internet rule'. I can never remember that it's 63, and I was messaging @academicgangster about (surprise surprise) the Man from UNCLE (still talking about the 60s one)

Current obsession: man I have a lot. On the whole still Robert Vaughn, and making dumb little badges out of bottle caps

Looking forward to: seeing some friends at the beginning of next month. Of

Tags: @academicgangster @chevaliermalfets @boasamishipper @goneatlas @beyondtheconjuring

Got tagged by @tiggymalvern for a 'people I'd like to know better game', which I just a slightly different version of a few weeks back. 😅 But, hey, some answers have changed.

Last song: Teeth by 5 Second of Summer

Last book: Outlaw Platoon: Heroes, Renegades, Infidels, and the Brotherhood of War in Afghanistan. Only like a chapter in.

Last movie: Bullet Train

Last tv show: Burn Notice

Sweet/spicy/savory: Still spicy.

Last thing I searched for online: ...I know I searched something a few hours ago, but I can't remember what it was.

Current obsession: Still Bruce Campbell.

Looking forward to: Well, the whole kitten thing is being put on hold until spring so, uh, warmer temperatures. It's been below freezing the last couple nights. I'm not happy about it. The cats aren't happy about it. No one's happy about it.

Tags: Can I open tag this? I don't know who to tag that I didn't tag a few weeks ago.

[brieandpinotgris]

"ah, shit" is a masterpiece. you can retire now, if you want.

I have no such death wish at this time, but thank you.

[brieandpinotgris]

Crashed in car flattery; they say, take a stand again, once more; I've drowned pure in green sobering protocols; phlegm crusted into ancient perfect; there's no gold in these hills; even the dead have since left to haunt other places, make fun of other living idiots (me)

Last night I almost crashed into the back end of an old groaning semitruck; red break lights

like lipstick smeared on makeshift clown cheek; I've been losing trust like blood, like spit / January turns around on a knife edge

bottom-feeding is January's hottest trend, surpassing even thong strings peeking out from low-rise jeans; I'm not so sure gold is what they've been looking for out there, friend; my baser urges go mostly unnoticed and only rarely win but how quickly now the discrepancy becomes too large a jump — one could get stuck down there! despite a near-mythical trampolining ability, I'll pass henceforth. but naturally I do invite you up should you be so inclined.

[brieandpinotgris]

it’s this blue sky; the cans of wheat the dead eyes back of your car, someone else’s hand

shrinking into a decision you couldn’t have counted on; gray trees on the edge of town -

in that distance like Barbara; by the water -

it’s been a long year, says the drunk pastor

incidental north-facing window seat on a red-eye heading west — a dancing aurora a gift for this, the only passenger on that side of the plane still awake; a true story, which I only mention because like you I am full to bursting with stories; they leak from my fingertips, my leg hair, my bunion. most are untrue. but some aren't. probably. or are more true. than the other ones, that is. I'm nearly certain, now, that's all we are — the stories we tell ourselves, the ones we choose to believe, the ones we don't. I try to tell them all — at least the ones worth telling. as a kid I would read through all the possible paths in those choose-your-own-adventure novels; I'd expand; climb out on every branch of the tree, all the way to the edge, and only once every decision and its consequence was made clear would I contract, would I decide on the path to take.

I don't think life is like that but I do know the year was as long as it was short, and there are more stories in us yet.

[brieandpinotgris]

I wrote you a poem called ‘bones & cigarettes’, here’s hoping you don’t hate it!

••••

These are strange readymade & soft regrets; the kind with fingertips; no more time, no time to sit and get left behind —

your eyes are wedding cakes; in absentia, yes — ten years will do, (but) now it’s time to quit; sick and tired of eating afraid, alone in a room that’s copied over in dreams;

…. invaded night after night by Imposter 1 (I see him in mirrors, feel him in my bed at night) ….

the last time anybody heard from Mary we were all incredibly old ….

the last tender year of our lives was covered in blood; Lucy says to the world off a balcony in bones & cigarettes: he can’t even talk right! Me.

I like it muchly.

opting not to mark the calendar, that nosy bitch — I know what's coming & that's enough for me. speaking to empty rooms, carrying my own cattle prod; gold does not glitter & no one has asked a pertinent question all decade long, so accustomed to autobiographies set to autoplay; always thought it was show or tell, myself, but perhaps that's a matter of taste — like glitter, or gold; buttercream icing laced with red 40 drips down my cheeks & your solution (it's obvious, isn't it?) is appropriately wordless.

[brieandpinotgris]

Post more poems!! (And so I’m back. This is Alex, formerly “wernerherzoghaircut.” I hope to see MORE POETRY SOON.) (And I hope you’re well and having a safe and healthy Holiday Season.)

forked dreams, helium bedtime routines everything shifted three and five eighths inches to the left in absentia — who cares whose these days I mean, I do, I always do, have, but seldom in a way you'll let yourself feel, a way that shows itself to you, to me, me, digging through fibonacci sequence evenings like they mean something, have something to reveal; they do! they do! yet still if I sensed the astral realm refuting my assessment I'd take refuge there again but I was right,

I always am &

you're elsewhere with other ghosts.