#every day i think about darko

[natduskfall]

SSE really expects me to believe that Darko is gone and his arc is over? Dude can summon tentacles, is not affected by Pandoria, is able to travel there seemingly without a portal, can affect the portals, can control fire, can pop out of nowhere, can corrupt horses.

His character entry didnt even update. Im pretty sure he just teleported himself somewhere and is brewing a plan to take over Dark Core and trumph Sandy coz there seems to be tension between them.

[sxeraphfic]

Sub bottom Donnie Darko HCs ? :0

TW/NSFW - SUB DONNIE DARKO HCS 

thank you for the ask!

I've decided to put this into different sections: general submissive hcs first, sub bottom hcs and the other section will be sub top! Read whatever one you prefer ♥️ 

 GENERAL SUBMISSIVE HCS 

Donnie isn't a bratty submissive, I can imagine him being VERY well behaved when it comes to you.

Occasionally he’ll make some offhanded snarky comment, but you know he's only doing it for a reaction. He shuts his mouth as quickly as he opens it. 

Donnie is extremely praise motivated, he thrives off of being told when he's doing things well, when he's being a good boy, how he good he feels etc

Likes to be cuddled/pet/pampered

As for degradation it depends on the day, sometimes he kind of gets off on the fact that he's inherently a little weird and outcast-y 

But if you start practically verbally abusing him it may secretly scare him a little, he likes to be humiliated, not verbally assaulted.

Speaking of that, yes he has a humiliation kink, call him needy or pathetic and it'll drive him insane. 

Also messing around with him in public despite his outward annoyance will turn him the fuck on and probably give him a hard on, hence the humiliation kink.  

He enjoys it when you put your fingers in his mouth 

I can't lie bro has some beautiful doe eyes you bet he's gonna be giving you that. Look. he has (ifykyk) 

Probs has a secret mommy kink that you’ll have to fight to get out of him

As for physical harm he isn't a hardcore masochist or even close,  but he can enjoy a light slap, pinching, biting..maybe even some light crotch stepping.

but if you start beating the shit out of him he's not going to find it sexy at all, keep the violence tolerable! 

I said this before in the general but he has some weird kinks 

Although i don't think body worship is weird at all he takes it to a different level 

if you leave any of your clothing near him and you so happen to forget it he may smell it and jack off with it later 

doesnt mind a little choking

Hey, I said what I said. You gotta remember he's a bit of a freak.  

Absolutely a headgiver, he loves feeling you control his pace

SUB BOTTOM DONNIE HCS 

I think initially Donnie would take some time before admitting that he wants to bottom, assuming you're in a relationship w him around that time period it's important to note acceptance of that kind of thing was very limited

However since he trusts you he’ll eventually confide in you.  

Donnie wouldn't want you to be extra rough with him, well maybe sometimes he wouldn't mind if he was really in the mood. But he prefers normal paced fucking.

If you happen to be more fem presenting i think he would get off on the contrast of someone feminine railing him. Not necessary ofc but just a note 

That being said, if you are more masculine presenting he's gonna find that sexy too. Hes soooo bisexual i know his repressed ass will be screaming if he's getting touched by another masculine person 

Stroke his dick while you fuck him he wants it sooo bad 

I think he’d be most comfortable w/ doggy style and spooning

SUB TOP DONNIE HCS 

Def into cockwarming, in the sense that he's not allowed to move but is forced to feel the pressure of his dick inside of you for however long you decide to keep him like that.  

Controlled orgasm. Need I say less? He likes you to tell him when he's allowed to cum when fucking you

Edging is apart of that too, he likes when hes just about to cum and then you tell him to stop fucking you

NEEDS PERMISSION for everything 

Thigh fucking as a treat since he looooves your thighs

he likes it if you praise or degrade him as he fucks you

let him go a lil crazy with you every once and awhile as a treat

Thank you for reading!

[coryosbaby]

i saw that you wrote for donnie darko a while ago and since i’m currently fixating on him i present a very intriguing concept: stepbro!donnie.

i feel like he’d love the taboo aspects of it and would have no trouble justifying it to himself bc it’s not like you’re related.

18+, MDNI !! stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), suggestive content , kissing

No cs he literally would. In the movie he’s all about “I don’t want to fuck my family, that’s weird.” But with you, he doesn’t even view you as family— not really, anyway. Sure, your parents are together but at the end of the day there’s no blood relation, right? It’s not normal to daydream about tit fucking your sister, either, so— yeah. Definitely doesn’t view you as a relative.

He’s a total horn dog. I can imagine him making a move on you for the first time when you’re both watching a movie— some dumbass sex scene comes on and suddenly his dick is springing up and he’s subtly placing a pillow across his lap. He watches your concentration on the screen, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“Why do they always decide to fuck in these movies?” You question. You say this because you’re both watching some random slasher with an unnecessary amount of girl on boy sex scenes. “There’s like, a killer on the loose. How stupid can you be?”

He shrugs. His hand moves to the bulge in his pants.

“Spur of the moment, I guess,” he replies. “Can’t really control it once it starts.”

“And what would you know about the art of intimacy?”

It’s a joke, an innocent little jab that usually has Donnie firing back with something like, “you’re one to talk,” and then making a joke about your empty dating history— but he doesn’t do that this time. No, you’re too pretty. He’s too horny. He needs to break the ice before he lands hard on his ass and doesn’t get back up.

“Wanna find out?”

Your pupils dilate, eyes a bit wide and freaked out when you hear the (incredibly impulsive) words spill from your stepbrother’s lips. But also— and only Donnie would notice this, seeing you all the time and all, and not because he thinks about you every waking moment— you seem to be intrigued. Your eyes scan over his body and move back up to his face.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” You tease, and let out a nervous chuckle. “You wish. I’d never fuck your virgin ass.”

“How’dya know if you’ve never tried it?” And he gives you that shit eating grin when he’s really amused, the one that makes your stomach do flips. “You could kiss me instead, then. See if you like it.”

“I’m not kissing my brother.”

“Stepbrother,” he corrects. His legs spread apart, almost like an invite. You pretend not to notice. “C’mon, kid. don’t be a pussy.”

He calls you kid even though you’re only one month younger than him. He does this because he knows it irks you. You roll your eyes, licking your plump bottom lip.

“Whatever,” you mumble, then you groan. “Come here, then. But if you slip me tongue, Darko, I swear to god I’ll tell your English professor that you cheated on your exams last year.”

He begins scooting closer, his jean clad thigh pressing against your bare one, and he seems very giddy.

“Won’t give you tongue,” he replies. “I swear it on my life.”

You give an annoyed hum. Donnie’s arm goes behind you on the back of couch, and you can smell his cologne and the dial soap he uses in the shower. When neither of you makes a move— an awkward stare into each other’s eyes, faces a few inches apart, Donnie’s eyes filling with something you can’t quite make out— you utter, “Well, are you going to do it or not?”

Instead of replying, he just.. goes for it. He presses his mouth to yours in a smooth peck. But fuck, he’s so hard, and he’s wanted this for so long. He goes back in for another, mouth opened slightly, awkward. Virginal. The two of you kiss like this because that’s exactly what the both of you are— virgins. When you pull away from him, his lashes flutter open and he grins again. You want to kiss him some more— maybe his tongue in your mouth wouldn’t be so bad. But you hold back, eyes blinking.

“This is really fuckin’ weird, Donnie.”

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy @wildgirllz

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(this is my first tumblr post so don’t mind me)

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~ SAD HEADCANNONS ~

• Lawrence felt so guilty about not going back for Adam that he used his power as an apprentice to anonymously stalk Adam’s family, find his parents and send money to them to pay for his grave or to go towards the vigil.

• In an argument with Scott Tibbs (probably to do with the new album photoshoot) he broke the last picture Adam had of his parents.

• He began smoking and doing drvgs in his early teens, and this was one of the reasons why he fell out with his parents and got kicked out.

• After everything that happened to Adam, Lawrence took up photography to help remember him.

• Larry would also go to the parking lot where they first properly met, to reconnect with him.

• Afraid of the dark.

• After the events of saw 1 (if he magically escaped) he would NEVER lock the doors to the bathrooms he would use in public, in case he got locked in one again. But it would kind of annoy you because you’d have to wait for him.

• Went to a rehabilitation camp when he was younger.

• Adam met Daniel at a ‘Wrath of the Gods’ gig. But he saw him as a little brother.

• Daniel would rant to Adam about Eric, but Adam would relate to it all because of his own relationship with his father.

• Adam would often compare himself to the attention Scott got from women, this would make him a lot more insecure and self conscious .

• The photo of Adam (seen in The Scott Tibbs Documentary) was the last remaining thing Scott got from Adam’s apartment, the rest of it was taken by squatters…

• Bailed Scott out a couple times, this is one of the reasons why he is poor.

• Definitely had that one teacher at school that he’d just linger with because all of the other people in his grade/year pissed him off.

• Taught Daniel how to skate.

• HEAR ME OHT FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE I DON’T EXPLAIN IT VERY WELL !!!

~ Scott would definitely try and get with 18 year old groupies or Yk younger, but he’d definitely try and set them up with Adam too. Adam wouldn’t have any of this illegal shit and reassure the women that he was nice and didn’t want it.

• The iconic shirt of his seen in Saw 1 was probably given to him by his dad. It’s one of the last things he has.

• Gets into fights at bars bc he RUNS HIS MOUTH. But that doesn’t mean he wins them ….

• He waited every day outside of his apartment to see if Amanda was there.

• Liked Amanda because he knew that she wouldn’t run off with Scott.

• His parents definitely tried reaching out to him, but he didn’t want any of it.

• His parents put flyers and missing poster signs to try and get their son back. But it didn’t work …

• He had such a problem with Larry cheating on his wife because I get the vibe that Adam’s dad cheated on his mom.

• Died thinking that no one loved him. But there’s probably a lil bench put in his name in his hometown.

• Stalks his exes online.

• Got arrested for stalking and harassment.

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HAPPY / RANDOM HEADCANNONS <3 (yay)

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• Hates cheese.

• Went to a blink- 182 concert back when they were REALLY popular.

• He was close to his grandma, but when she died, he kind of spiralled (this is kinda sad but cute :))

• Donnie Darko is his comfort character.

• Gets outfit inspiration from people like Kurt Cobain and Billy Loomis. (If you know you know)

• His couch is COVERED in cigarette burns.

• Owns a tumblr account <3

• Owns a wrath of the Gods fan page. We love a supportive king.

• Owns one of those TikTok accounts that just low-key aims all of his posts about Taylor Swift and the swifties.

• Had a buzz cut back in high school.

• Definitely be one of those people like “Name 5 Songs !!! 😡😡😡” Bro would love pissing people off.

• Loved Smoking at night to Jeff Buckley’s Grace. Loved that man so much.

• Definitely a comic book collector.

• Would love all- inclusive buffets :)

• more than likely got expelled as a kid.

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(that’s all for now <3)

[pessimisticgh0st]

Tori Spring Film List

(DISCLAIMER: In honour of Solitaire month, I created this list whilst relistening to the Solitaire audiobook. I'm sorry if this has already been done before or if I'm stealing anyone's idea.

This is a chronological list of every TV show or film Tori has mentioned she has watched or talks about – though for franchises, she isn't very specific with the details of which films she watched, so I left it to be interpreted. IMPORTANT: this is based on the audiobook of the 2015 version of Solitaire. This is NOT for the current version that is currently in print so if there are different films or shows I've missed that are in that one, please let me know and I'm happy to add them. Or if I've missed anything that you think should be added, please also let me know.)

Part 1:

Harry Potter (chapter 1)

The Ring (chapter 1)

The Matrix (chapter 1)

Juno (chapter 2)

Scott Pilgrim vs the World (chapter 2)

Highschool Musical (chapter 2)

Twighlight (chapter 3)

Donnie Darko (chapter 6)

Submarine (chapter 6)

The Simpsons (chapter 6)

QI (chapter 6)

Little Miss Sunshine (chapter 6)

An Education (chapter 10)

Big Band Theory (chapter 10)

Pride and Prejudice - 2005 version (chapter 10)

The Breakfast Club (chapter 10)

Adams Family (chapter 11)

David Tenant's Dr Who Episodes (chapter 11)

Beauty and the Beast (1991) (chapter 12)

The Matrix (chapter 12)

Lost in Translation (chapter 12)

Lord of the Rings (chapter 12)

The Royal Tenenbaums (chapter 14)

Waterloo Road (chapter 16)

Skins (chapter 16)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off (chapter 16)

The Empire Strikes Back (chapter 16)

Dirty Dancing (chapter 16)

Amélie (chapter 17)

Part 2:

Pirates of the Caribbean (chapter 7)

Fight Club (chapter 11)

All three Lord of the Rings films (chapter 12)

V for Vendetta (chapter 12)

Garden State (chapter 13)

If anyone wants it to be on Letterboxd, let me know and I'm happy to put all the ones that I can on there too. Also for someone who doesn't like reading, Tori mentions quite a few books in Solitaire too, so if anyone wants a list of those, then I have no problem making one.

[altrodent]

In My Arms

Pairing: Donnie Darko x Reader

Genre/warnings: Fluff, comfort read, swearing, slight mention of appearance shaming, (not entirely proof read)

Summary: You have probably the worst week ever, and the only thing that can fix it is your “friend” 🩷🤭

Shit. That’s what this entire week has felt like. From accidentally tripping over nothing, to getting yelled at by an annoying old bitch, and even your closest friend almost dying, you just can’t take it anymore. All you want to do is huddle up in your cave of a room and hide forever. The only thing between you and home is a long couple of blocks, that never seem to end. Usually you’d walk with your… well, you aren’t sure what you are to him, but let’s just say you’re very close. Donnie Darko, your first friend, your first kiss, your first shoulder to cry on. Why don’t you go to him this time? His house just got demolished, his room specifically, you’d feel like an asshole if you talked to him and complained about something that small. Little do you know…

“Hey, wait up!” You gaze out of your peripheral view to see an all to familiar boy running up to you. On any day of the week, you’d love to see him and chat, but your brain is just a big word cloud of emotion. “You usually walk with me.” Your lips purse together, he tilts his head over to look at you “You doin’ okay?” You nod as your teeth start tearing away at your lips, avoiding his eye contact. “Hey…” he gently grabs your shoulders “You know you can talk to me, right? I mean, you do the same for me.” He smiles lightly, it absolutely melts your heart “I know, I’m sorry…” his hand reaches to your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t be sorry. I was actually wondering if maybe you wanted to come by later? You don’t have to of course I just wanted to-“ you smile and your small laugh cuts him off, seeing you like this makes his heart flutter. “Yes, Donnie, I’d love to.” He gives you a big hug before taking your hand and continuing your walk home.

He dropped you off at your house, and told you that you could come over when you’re ready. After an hour or so you had gotten dressed, cried out any unnecessary tears, and got your stuff ready. Before there was a knock at the front door “I’ll get it!” You shouted to anyone else who might be in the house. You open the door and Donnie’s there. “Hey, Don” You smile brightly and greet him with a hug “I thought I was going over to your house?”he hugged back greatly, before gently releasing his tight grip “I know, but I just didn’t want to wait that long.” You laugh “Well, come in. I think I still have movies scattered around my room somewhere.” He nods as you close the door and lead him to your room. It wasn’t too messy, but enough for him to notice the small bundle of wadded tissues and torn memories. He closed the door behind him “I actually also wanted to see how you were holding up.” Your brows raise “What?” He leans against your vanity, “You remember what I said, right? You can tell me anything.” You shift away and go back to trying to find your movies. “I said I’m fine Donnie, don’t worry!” You can’t seem to see at this point. You already cried, but when he goes out of his way to make sure you’re alright, it makes your tears swell in your eyes. You’re now on the floor, speechless, feeling like an ass. He walks over to you, squatting down to cup your face in his hands “Please.” A tear falls, and then it seems like the stream of salty fluid doesn’t stop. He gently picks you up and sits you on the bed. Immediately, you cling onto him as if he were a teddy bear, letting out every emotion from the past couple of weeks. The weeks that felt like months, the months that felt like years, the ‘best years of your life’ scam. He adjusts himself to lay against your oddly plush pillows, with you laying on him. The patterned rise and fall of his chest eventually infecting yours. “Fuck the Fear-Love spectrum shit. I can feel how I want” you mumble into the soft material in his shirt. His laughter rumbling in his chest, “What did I say about letting that hag of a bitch get to a beauty like you?“ “I know Donnie, she just… she made fun of my appearance and my overall person I wanted to go absolutely batshit crazy on her, but I just can’t. I’m weak… I don’t want to get in trouble because of someone like her.” You try and turn away but he pulls you back and without warning locks his lips with yours, though it wasn’t the first time he’s done this, it still just always catches you off guard. He’s sweet, and tender. Passionate, yet gentle, his lips blend into yours like liquid saccharine. What makes him special is that every time you’ve kissed, you can always tell he cares by the feeling of his lips curving into a smile, then when you pull apart all his eyes can seem to follow are you. Soon you pull away and giggle as he followed your lips “If I knew I’d get you like this for telling you how I feel, I would’ve opened up more.” You smile, before a devilish glint appears in his eye “We can always make up for lost time…” his eyes, instead of looking at anything else, stare daggers into yours. It’s almost as if his eyes were laced with a poisonous love, and you can’t get enough of it. Instead of answering with words you just press your lips into his. He hums in approval as his hands gently glide from your face to your hips. Slowly he guides you to move onto his lap, and you obey. He begins peppering kisses on your face, fitting in little praises and nicknames between some of them. He presses his lips against your forehead, before gently holding your face once more “We’ll get through this, together. Just give me your time and honesty, that’s all I ask… please?” His eyes buried into yours again, you hum “How could I say no to you, Donnie?” He smiles softly after pecking your lips one last time “I’m glad to have you in my arms.” Your smile never faltering, “I’m glad you want me in your arms.”

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(A/N): I’ve watched it like 10 times, and while this is absolute shite, I just can’t figure out what to write right now. My ideas have run dry 😭

[freakymcnastys]

“possibly in michigan” a creepp book - headcannons

general headcannons:

slenderman is british.

despite what people might think the mansion is way bigger on the inside

it has its own theater, bar, hell even a convenience store, no one actually knows how the store gets stocked

ben is too scared to go down there bc of that

the slender brothers come over every thanksgiving and christmas but offender is limited to the living room and dining room…

sally FORCES jeff to dress up for tea parties

jeff cuts his own hair but is surprisingly good at it

thinking about how smile dog is basically jeffs therapy dog :(((

jack has def tried to eat jeffs kidneys but give up cuz jeff woke up 💔💔

toby is an AVID game theory/matpat stan like he loves watching everything matpat is in so when he announced his retirement….lets say it was ROUGH.

slender puts all of sally’s drawings on the fridge and when they isn’t enough room he would rather buy another fridge then get rid of them

masky is like the stressed out older sibling 🤷‍♀️

ben has drank paint.

has a snapchat gc where they send each other snaps

whenever slender and jeff (or anyone for that matter) talk/argue slender has to bend at a 90 degree angle 😭😭

devon’s headcannons:

definitely butt dials people and scares the shit outta them 💀

going along with that devon totally prank calls people with ben and is like “is ur refrigerator running” 😭

her and jack watch reality tv shows (love and hiphop, dr phil, kardashins, etc)

devon’s fav movie is donnie darko…😁

she always sends jack funny tiktoks while he sends her reels

her chainsaws name is jellybean !

sometimes when she goes out with the proxys she brings fake slender pages (saying stuff like “bitchless” and the entire bee movie script) and hangs them up (but slender always finds them and yells at her)

her fav slenderbrother is probably trenderman

PERSONALLY i think that like the demon and jack are two different ppl so like whenever ‘the beast’ gets out it’s not rlly jack? yk?

so one time ‘the beast’ was fed up with jack actually letting himself feel feelings for devon that he brought devon to the tree where she got hung, to kill her 😁 but dw he failed but jack felt bad after ☹️👎

has told hoodie to ‘turn that frown upside down’….

goes up to masky and gets up real close and whispers… “i know what you are..” and just walks away..

maxine’s headcannons:

isn't quite used to newer slang so she still talks how people in the 1920s did and nobody really understands her that well...

she hates her cellphone and WILL NOT use it unless it's direly needed.

she definitely has a record collection but it's all jazzy and "old-timey" music and she does not let anyone else near her records or her record player

she would teach ben how to ballroom dance and then force him to have dancing sessions with her because her favorite thing to do when she was human was to dance at parties

slenderman FOR SURE banned smoking in the house but maxine is allowed to break that rule so she waltzes around the house with her huge cigarette holder bullying jeff cause he definitely wants to smoke.

she generally dislikes getting help with wounds and stuff because of all the malpractice that was preformed on her when she was human

the phantom of the opera (1925) is her absolute favorite movie and one day slender comes back from the store with the 2004 version and she literally falls in love with him right at that moment

she's like your grandma that 1. doesn't know how to work her phone (or tv or anything) and 2. says things that she thinks mean one thing and they actually don't... like for example....maxine: im sending lols jack: maxine someone died...why are you laughing out loud... maxine: oh i thought that meant lots of love :( jack: oh my fucking god bro

the effects of her lobotomy pop up from time to time when she's doing stuff so sometimes she loses the ability to focus and kind of "dumbs down" because people who are lobotomized often lose their higher levels of intellectuals and then she loses the ability to emotionally respond so slender has to help her out and keep an eye on her cause she might do something dumb. :(( then once she comes back she feels so bad that slender had to basically babysit her and he feels worse cause how could anyone do his love like that

IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS BUT- maxine and slenderman compliment eachother so well. he's a gentleman and she's a ladylike woman and they just...fit perfectly together

her favorite modern (ish) movie is the shining cause it reminds her of the good old days and she would be like "ah yes i remember when people would kill at parties" and everyone else is like "what"

her 1920s brain loves coloring books cause she's probably never been stimulated via colors so she has a bunch of coloring books and people come over and are like "slender i didn't know you found a child" and he's all like "oh no that's just maxine"

i think sometimes she forgets she doesn't live alone and she will walk out of her room in her underwear and is like "oh great heavens my bad gs"

- love always, kat + devina <3

[sunflowerim]

The stark contrast between how artists feel and how fans feel about a particular situation is so well done in I Was Born For This. Kudos to Alice.

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci (artist's pov):

‘We do know you, Jimmy! And we love you!’ they call after me, but even though they meant it in a nice way, it still terrifies me; it terrifies me that they all believe that what they feel for me is love. God, what have I done? What have I done to them?

Angel Rahimi (a fan's pov):

I love him. I don’t know how else to describe the feeling I have for Jimmy Kaga-Ricci. It’s not a crush. Not infatuation. I mean love in the ‘I will think about you every day for my whole life’ sense. Love, like the desperate ache to hold on to something useless, even though you know that if you threw it away, nothing would change.

and then again with,

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci:

The screams mean that they are very happy that we are here. I focus on the air a few metres ahead of me so that the hoard of fans goes blurry. We are standing at one end of the room and the fans are gathered in a roped queue that winds all the way around the room. I smile at the blur and salute at them, the things I always do. I faintly register Rowan waving on my right and Lister waving on my left. Lister calls out, asking them how they’re doing, but they just scream back at him. Lister says we’re looking forward to meeting them and we’ll be just behind this curtain and he hopes they’ve been having a good day so far and he hopes they’re looking forward to the concert tonight. And then we are turning away and walking behind the curtain and my smile can drop and once we’re totally out of sight Rowan is squeezing my hand but I’m gone, I’m already gone, I’m up above the three of us and gazing down at the three bodies and wondering who on Earth decided that these three pathetically flawed human beings deserved so much worship. Then the first girl appears from the other side of the curtain and she is so happy. And we are so happy to meet you. Have you had a good day so far? Would you like to take a selfie?

Angel Rahimi:

They are so happy. They look so much happier than they do in photos. Jimmy’s smile is so wide – a youthful, dreamlike grin – as he gazes over the crowd, almost surprised even, surprised and happy that so many people would want to come here to see him. He’s wearing a hoodie with Donnie Darko on it. God. I love him. I love him. Rowan’s smile is close-lipped but there is light in his eyes and he looks proud, so proud to be here, so proud of all the things that he and his two best friends have achieved throughout their lives together. Lister is the one doing the talking this time. I’d hoped it’d be Jimmy, but I don’t mind really, not when Lister looks like Paradise itself, glowing, warm and alive. They are so beautiful. How could three people so beautiful exist in a world like this? Once I have looked at them all separately, I look at the trio together. There is something inexplicable tying them together. Rowan and Lister stand symmetrically waving, Rowan always on Jimmy’s left and Lister always on Jimmy’s right. Both that little bit taller than Jimmy, who is the heart and the centre of The Ark. Rowan and Lister revolve around him like the three make up a solar system. I feel an inexplicable fear of them separating. Imagining them on their own is impossible. Then they disappear behind the curtain. And all is right in the world.

[mazzystarxx]

Favorite movie? And write a mini essay about it and what it made you feel if you want I love thoughts

I love you anon pls marry me

This is rushed since I’m about to go to the beach but my favorite movie is Donnie darko, i honestly think i might love that movie more then ahs. I really like it because i see myself in Donnie a lot and I just like the plot and how interesting it is. every time I rewatch it I notice something I did not see the first time.

Sorry for being like 2 days late to answer this btw I low key forgot it in my drafts

[toxicanonymity]

Rock Bottom Ch 5: Taste of God

3.5k words | Corey x Allyson (thinks about y/n & Michael), Corey x Michael (x2),

Corey is no longer in control of his actions, blinded by an incapacitating lust that overpowers his will to live.   He grabs the bulge in Michael's jumpsuit with his bloody hand, and his other hand begins to unzip it.  Corey is so hungry for Michael's cock he doesn't even stop to free his own from his pants.  As he lowers Michael's zipper, the large, calloused hands around his throat relax a little but don't fall away. 

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Corey gets on his motorcycle and takes one last look at the entrance to the sewer.  That really happened.  They killed Doug Mulaney together, then they stood together against the wall, Michael's knife at Corey's throat, raging erections pressed so hard up against each other.  The feeling of Michael's hard length against him lingers, and there's a new hope swirling in his soul.  He rides to Allyson and Laurie’s house, exhilarated, reliving it all.  He keeps seeing Michael coming right at him,  stabbing Mulaney on his chest.  Michael, jacked full of dark energy, engorged by the kill.  

Corey has a completely different life than he did just days before.  Michael found him at the edge of darkness, grabbed him by the throat and said, "let's go!"  Corey has been in free fall since then, enjoying every seedy minute of it.  

As Corey gets closer to Allyson and Laurie's house, he has intrusive thoughts about the web he's weaving.  He really doesn't want to introspect - it's such a buzzkill.  But the old Corey is still hanging on somewhere inside him and loves to brood.   His feelings are a tangled mess of joy and gloom.  Lust and bloodthirst.  And in the heat of each moment, he's okay with it. But in the back of his mind as the high fades just a little, the possibilities spin like a mobile above a crib. He wants to sleep with Allyson and rub it in Laurie's face.  He wants to feel Michael inside him. He wants to be Michael inside of (Y/N).  He wants to fuck (Y/N) until she cries.  Why should he have to choose?  

He wants it all, but of course it's not that simple.  Most of the time, he’s graphically sure about what he wants from Michael, but there are moments where he wonders what could possibly come next.  He thinks about the things (Y/N) has said about Michael and wonders.  Really, how could she possibly know?  The fact that (Y/N) is supposedly off limits only makes him want her more.  He wants to find out.  And then there are the moments where he thinks Michael would be enough - that Michael could own him. 

His thoughts turn to Allyson as he parks his motorcycle outside her house.  He feels hope for who she could become - who they could become together.   And if he's honest with himself, he wants to take her from Laurie.  His core is pulled in so many directions.  He imagines himself in the Donnie Darko wormhole with multiple paths coming out of his core. 

Anxiety takes over.  By the time Corey knocks on the door, he's in tears.  Allyson's face says he must look like a wreck.  He's even more banged up than the last time she saw him.  “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he says.  Her eyes blaze with desire.  She lets him in.

Corey’s inner turmoil fades away the moment their hands meet. 

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Allyson unbuttons Corey's shirt on the way up the stairs, opens the door to her bedroom, then pulls Corey by his jacket onto her bed and he takes off the jacket and button-up.  She kisses him hungrily, pulls him into her with her legs, and as soon as she feels his hardness through his jeans, she unbuckles his belt.  There’s an urgency about her that Corey can relate to. He wonders if it’s contagious. 

Corey  kisses Allyson’s soft lips and pulls her tank top over her head, then she pulls his undershirt off.   He palms her breasts as they grind into each other desperately.  Allyson’s pale cheeks flush red as she frantically unbuttons and unzips him and her small hand grabs his package.   At the touch of her hand, Corey can only think of Michael, and his sense of urgency returns.  

In Corey's mind, Michael chokes Corey, stabs Mulaney, pins Corey against the wall, slices his jaw. . . 

Allyson gropes Corey needily.   Her tongue thrusts into his mouth as he unbuttons her jeans and she kicks out of them.  She looks so beautiful when she’s needy for him.  Her eyes are wild.  Her lips are red like a pin-up.   Corey pins her to the bed and sucks at her neck.  The hardness in his briefs meet the warmth of her panties.    

He grinds his arousal into her and thinks of his cock against Michael.  Allyson frees his stiff member from his briefs.  He shoves a massive hand into her panties and is greeted with the wettest warmth.  He needs to taste her.  He backs up as he pulls the garment  down slowly, kissing her stomach, and aims head downward, but Allyson yanks him back up.  She wants him inside her.   

Corey thinks of Michael inside (Y/N) and his cock hardens even more.

“I need you,” she says as she pulls him up by the underarms.  He kisses her ribcage before he obliges.  Once he’s close enough,  she grabs his swollen package again.  She closes her eyes as she massages it and spreads her legs, bringing it close enough that her pinky grazes her wetness as she moves the skin of his shaft.  Corey lays his cock down against her pubic bone first, then she moves it to her entrance and he hears her loud and clear.  With one thrust, he  plunges into Allyson.  She gasps at the stretch of his girth. 

He has intrusive thoughts about killing Allyson's ex, Mulaney, with Michael.  

Corey’s cock swells even thicker.  Allyson feels it and her lips part with a small sigh.  He thrusts into her, and she pulls his body into hers.  She wants it all, and he doesn’t hold back.   He plunges into her with all the power and passion that’s pent up in his core, and he does it again, and again.  She melts and moans and mewls, and he only pushes harder.    

Corey lasts longer than he has in days.  Allyson comes, whining his name, fingering his hair. Clenching around his cock again and again, moaning obscenely –  he hopes Laurie can hear – until her whole body relaxes under him and she looks at him, her eyelids heavy with love or lust.  Corey tells her he’s close, and Allyson slides out from under him, releasing his cock.  She pushes him down on his back.  She puts her hair up with a ribbon from her wrist, and promptly replaces her warmth with her pretty little head between his legs.  Her ponytail starts to come loose as she sucks his cock with gusto. 

As Corey gets ready to come, his mind is just Michael stabbing - his knife into Mulaney, his cock into (Y/N).  

His ass clenches and the tension releases all at once with a pulsing deep in his ass and an eruption – no, several — of cum into Allyson’s mouth.  She looks up at him with doe eyes as she swallows, her eyes watery. 

Corey looks at Allyson and sees an angel.  One he doesn’t deserve, but one that can fall – or, preferably,  is already falling.  He snuggles up behind her and puts his arm over her.  She takes his hand in hers and traces the wound.  Corey thinks about the way the doctor spoke to her and his veins run cold.  

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As Corey drifts off, he falls off a bridge and into a dark river as warm as it is violent.  He has no desire to swim to shore.  He's swimming lazily, almost floating, with the current.  It carries him from fuck to kill to fuck with flashes of the last few days. 

Then, he dreams of Halloween 2019.  The opulent front door is open.  Corey is searching desperately for Jeremy and worrying more and more about Michael Myers as he steps into the attic.  Jeremy’s nowhere in sight, but Corey’s mother, Joan, is there.  The door slams behind him.  

"Corey, there's my baby. You want some custard?" Joan unbuttons her sweater and takes his head in both hands.  As she tries to pull his head closer, Corey's muscular neck stiffens in disgust.  

Out of nowhere, the huge, silver knife from the kitchen gleams behind Joan and her face contorts as it penetrates her back.  Joan begins to fall into Corey, then the mask comes into focus behind her.  Michael Myers catches Joan by the hair and yanks her head back toward him.  The knife slices Joan's neck, and as blood splatters onto Corey’s glasses, a wave of relief showers him, too.   Michael lets Joan’s body fall to the floor in a heap and steps over it.  Michael and Corey stand still and Corey gazes through his blood splattered glasses into the warm dark holes of the mask for what feels like forever until he forgets all about Joan. 

Michael lets the knife fall to the ground and outstretches his arms.   Corey steps forward, hesitantly, into Michael’s broad chest, then relaxes as the large arms engulf him, and Corey feels the strong embrace of a man for the first time in his adult life.   The arms tighten around Corey and his core tingles.  As soon as Corey’s cock begins to stiffen, the arms tighten more and he can't breathe.  He begins wriggling and thrashing, and Michael abruptly lets go, but then Corey feels cold and desperate for his arms.  Michael grabs Corey by the throat and slams him into the attic door, and Corey's arousal swells stronger.  

Corey reaches for the mask.  His fingers tremble as they  lift the bottom edge of the off-white rubber, then Michael’s large hand grabs the mask by the face and removes it. Michael’s  face and hair looks exactly like the mask.  His skin is chiseled but leathered.  The should-be whites of his eyes are a glistening black.  Michael stands perfectly still and breathes heavily as Corey reaches for the zipper of Michael’s jumpsuit. 

As he begins to pull Michael's zipper, Corey finds himself nude.  Michael turns him around and violently shoves him against the door face-first and Corey’s breath hitches.   Michael breathes loudly in Corey's ear and Corey feels a stiff, pulsing heat meet the small of his back then drag wetly down and up his crack.  Corey's lungs are floating in his chest and pleasure shoots from his shaft, through his balls, to his ass, and pulses. He’s rock hard.  

Michael's cock wedges head-up between Corey's cheeks, grinds against him, then slides down, finds his hole, and forces its way inside.  Corey shudders as he's impaled and feels every bit as full and alive as he knew he would.  Michael thrusts again and hits Corey’s most sensitive spot, the one no one has ever touched before, not even himself, the one that throbs at the thought of Michael who continues to bury his length in Corey again and again, banging him hard against the attic door until the door begins to weaken as Corey erupts in his sleep.    

The attic door disintegrates and Corey falls over the bannister.  As he tumbles through the air nude, he looks up at the attic door.  “Michael,” he tries to call out, but the shape in the attic door is Corey himself holding the mask. 

Corey wakes up just before he hits the floor.  His briefs are damp and he’s grateful he never fully discarded them. Allyson is stirring.  

Allyson rolls over toward him and speaks.  "Did you. . ."

Heat washes over his face. 

"Did you say 'Michael'?"

“It was a nightmare,” he tells her.  

She kisses him and falls back to sleep, but Corey doesn’t.   He slides out of bed and gets dressed.  He doesn’t wake her up, but he leaves a sweet note: “Great night.  See you later <3”

When he goes downstairs, he smiles smugly at Laurie on his way out the door. “Nice seeing you again, Laurie.”  

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When Allyson’s clinic is about to close, Corey rides his motorcycle there and parks out of view with his scarecrow mask in tow.  He watches as Dr. Mathis gets into his Porsche with Deb from the Halloween party, then follows them to the doctor’s house. 

Corey creeps around the doctor's property and into the courtyard.  He grabs a drycleaning bag from the garbage and waits.  When the doctor goes inside, humming obnoxiously, Corey grabs a corkscrew from the faux romantic set-up by the fire pit and hides on the other side of the sliding door waiting for him to come back out.  As the doctor reemerges and starts crossing the courtyard, Corey sneaks up from behind and covers the doctor's head in a drycleaning bag.  

The doctor grabs at the bag and gasps for air and Corey tightens the bag around him with one large hand, coming down to his knees as the Doctor weakens and his considerable weight falls against Corey.  Corey then holds the corkscrew between his thick fingers and stabs him in the neck through the plastic.  The doctor's chest rises and falls as he tries desperately to breathe.  As he squirms and thrashes his head, blood smears around inside the bag.  Dr. Mathis finally stops struggling.  

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A sliding door opens and Deb sticks her head out. "Dr. Mathis.?! " She steps forward and sees Corey in his scarecrow mask holding Dr. Mathis in the dry cleaning bag full of blood.  As Deb panics to get back inside, Corey drops the doctor and races to  the sliding door.  She slams his injured hand in the door several times before managing to close and lock it and grab the phone to call 911.  She recognizes Corey's mask from the Halloween party, and no one could mistake his strong, husky figure and curly hair.  Deb looks at Corey like he's the psycho she always thought.  The look wounds and enrages Corey. 

Corey sees something.  Yes, behind Deb, Michael Myers lurks in the shadows.  Corey's heart swells and his whole body feels warm and light. He bangs on the glass for Michael to let him in.  Michael lumbers toward Deb and snatches her by the throat, not missing a single beat in his heavy stride toward the wall.  As Michael slams Deb up against the large, abstract painting, Corey lifts up his mask and watches intently, unraveling his bandage, giving up on healing, letting the blood flow out, letting all of Michael flow in.  He wants to absorb as much as he can from Michael.  An incapacitating need floods Corey's body and thickens his cock as he watches his master effortlessly lift Deb by the throat.  He holds her against the wall, her feet off the ground. 

Michael stabs Deb in the chest with an enormous knife, pinning her through the art to the wall.  Her feet dangle from the ground.  Corey doubles over in arousal and presses his huge bloody hand to the glass, gazing lustily at Michael.  Corey is utterly his, soaking up Michael’s warm, thick, dark energy.  Michael slowly turns his head to return Corey's gaze.   The intimacy and intensity of the moment between them sends Corey to another level.  His chest heaves and he palms himself with his free hand.  Michael holds the gaze for a moment then admires his work on the wall before abruptly walking through the kitchen and exiting into the courtyard.  

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Corey needs him so bad he can hardly breathe, but Michael is walking away.  Corey can't let him leave.  "No!," He yells   Corey hobbles, tripping over himself, scrambling to reach Michael while he's still in the courtyard.  He manages to catch up and cut Michael off.  Michael swiftly grabs Corey by the throat, slams him up against the outside of the house, and pins him to the wall with his thigh, adding his second hand around Corey’s neck.  "YES," Corey croaks, and locks eyes with the dark holes of the mask.  His arousal throbs into Michael's thigh and he can feel the hard shape of Michael's length against him once again. 

Corey is no longer in control of his actions, blinded by an incapacitating lust that overpowers his will to live.   He grabs the bulge in Michael's jumpsuit with his bloody hand and his other hand begins to unzip it.  Corey is so hungry for Michael's cock he doesn't even stop to free his own from his pants.  As he lowers Michael's zipper, the large, calloused hands around his throat relax a little but don't fall away. 

With Michael’s jumpsuit open, rays of light might as well burst from between his legs. It’s Corey’s first time seeing what Michael’s packing up close.  Corey's massive hands wrap around the stiff, veiny shaft.  Pre-cum beads at the monstrous tip and Corey salivates.  He looks back and forth between the mask’s eye holes, his brows furrowed, silently asking, begging for his cock.  Michael lets Corey's head slip through his fingers as Corey begins to fall to his knees.  

Corey admires the monster cock head-on just briefly before wrapping his mouth around the head desperately, like it might slip away.  He thinks to himself, so this is what God tastes like.  He unhinges his jaw and curls his lips over his teeth. He slurps the cock into his mouth, sucking hard enough to pull his head down on the shaft.  The girth barely fits in his mouth, and the length certainly doesn’t.  It requires his hands.  Corey sucks from the back of his throat and his eyes water.  He slowly drags the O of his mouth up and down trying to fit a little more of Michael down his throat each time.  The head nudges past his tonsils.  He unseals his mouth briefly to collect some drool as lube for his hands to stroke the rest that doesn't fit. He even dares to cradle Michael's balls for a moment.   

Michael, initially frozen, cradles Corey's head, nestling his large fingers in Corey's locks, causing the scarecrow mask to fall off the top of his head.  The gesture of acceptance has Corey feeling high as a kite.  He looks up with his dark, watery eyes and the mask looks down at him.  He can hardly believe this is happening.  Michael Audrey Myers is gazing down at Corey, cradling his head as he sucks him off.  Corey feels chosen.   

He wants to please Michael better than anyone else possibly could.  He lacks experience and relies largely on instinct, but it seems to come naturally.  He uses his tongue and the pressure of his teeth through his lips and sucks with his throat, creating a vacuum around the shaft.  Michael is tall.  Corey sits up higher on his knees to try more of a downward angle.  Michael moans softly and looks upward as his abdomen flexes against Corey's forehead.  The tears in Corey‘s eyes threaten to overtake his waterline already.  Corey's throat bobs as he continues sucking and stroking, then feels a twitch in his mouth, followed by a pang in his taint and that special place.  

Michael's hands begin to move Corey's head, shoving his length down his throat.  Corey gags and he likes it.  He’s grateful for every thrust, every inch. His mouth is stretched so wide the corners hurt.  And he's drooling.  His eyes prickle and tears run down his cheeks.  Then, Michael’s cock pulses and Corey’s mouth pulses with it.  

Michael places one hand against the wall and his other hand engulfs the crown of Corey's head, forcing him down on his cock as he erupts in Corey's throat. The pulsations are so strong, bursting every two seconds, the swell of his cock filing Corey’s mouth as cum trickles down his throat.  Corey struggles to keep his mouth sealed, not wanting to waste a single drop of Michael's seed.  He swallows with every pump.  

When Michael is finished, he takes his hands off the wall and Corey's hair. Corey lets go of this cock with a kiss and looks up again, desperate for Michael's approval.  But, Michael doesn't look back.  He merely zips up his jumpsuit and continues walking the same direction he was going, like nothing happened.  Corey is left on his knees, painfully hard, alone, and rejected.  And yet, he’s also brimming with joy that Michael is inside him, in a way.  Such a vital part of Michael is inside him, and he can feel it in every part of his being. 

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Corey uses his sweater to wipe drool off his mouth and massages his jaw.   Then, he unbuckles his jeans.  He closes his eyes and his large hand strokes his throbbing, aching member, still feeling the ghost of Michael against his body and in his mouth.  He's startled by the sound of faint footsteps and opens his eyes to red and blue flashing lights illuminating the fog over the fence toward the street. 

The lights go dark, and the footsteps grow clearer. Corey puts his dick away, crouches low to the ground, and scurries into the shadows, past the sliding door, against the outside wall of the house.  He's squatting down next to the glass, still in need of relief, but he tries hard to focus. As he looks for somewhere to hide, static sounds from a walkie talkie.  

"Haddonfield Sheriff's Office,"  (Y/N)'s voice announces.  A bright light approaches.  

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Continue with Chapter 6

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[jennaajoseph]

Hi! 💛

I saw this in another fandom and now I'm sending the same question to a bunch of Jake girlies (gn) because it’s so interesting seeing everybody’s answers!

Who are your Top 3 Jake boys and why? Is there a specific piece of art (fic, gif, fan art, etc.) for them that you like a lot?

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Hello!! <33

I got kinda surprised when I got this, but thank you so much for asking!! I honestly love ALL Jake's characters, no exceptions, but there are some of my really, really favourite.(sorry it took me so long to respond, I was working on some requests 😭)

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ᯓ★ 1. Holden Worther

There's something in him that's quite different from all of the Jake characters he's ever played, I like holdens sad, obsessive, poetic, selfish vibe he gives, I could talk and explain his character all day... I wish they put him in a more well known (and also better written one), also this man looks insanely good.

I'm quite sad that he's not that well known cuz his character is actually really interesting, and I'm literally talking about him whenever I basically can.

Call me #1 Holden worther stan.

★ There's not many Holden media out there and I'm kinda mad (but if there is I would definitely eat up every one of them), but my fav is def the scene where the store manager is talking to him and he's just... standing there...

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ᯓ★ 2. Donnie Darko

This character basically got me into Jake's fandom bc hello?? He looks so good?? And the movie?? Is so great?? (It's one of my favourites anyway), this character is just very sentimental to me, because I remember literally obsessing over Donnie Darko for a long time bc of his character. It also quite got me into watching Jake's filmography and made me feel interested in him, bc god, his acting in that movie was great.

★ My fav donnie media is definitely when him and his sister are carving pumpkins (very random, I know).

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ᯓ★ 3. Louis Bloom

Definitely the best Jake's performance (at least in my opinion.) Who wouldn't fall in love with a creepy, psycho Jake Gyllenhaal anyway? Also I love how well written Lou Blooms character is.

And it's another character who just looks insanely good, Jake definitely sacrificed himself to play Lou Bloom, and you can see that pretty well.

(+ nightcrawler is one of my top favourite movies...)

★ I think these are my fav Lou Bloom media, especially the last lost media looking pic.

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ᯓ★ honorable mentions

Davis Mitchell, Anthony Swofford and Robert Graysmith!

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Woah this was actually so fun to do!!! Thank you for letting me be a part of this!! <33 much love for you!!

— ˚⊱✧⊰˚ 19.05.2024

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[fairyrcts]

about me , j.h.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , just me talking about myself !

hihi everyone. for those who are just coming to my page , welcome and to those who've been here before , welcome back.

my name's jasmine, i'm currently 18 and i live in the sunny state of florida. i'm italian and venezuelan and am originally from italy, but english is my first language.

i'm in multiple fandoms , most of which i will hopefully get around to writing. the main people i write for are the sturniolo triplets and nathan doe, who you'll see constantly on my page.

i'm a music lover, so all of my fics are based on songs. i love artists such as frank ocean, tyler, the creator, sza, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, chase atlantic, amy winehouse, fiona apple, adrienne lenker, pheobe bridgers, faye webster, childish gambino, the weeknd, tv girl, clairo, mac demarco, deftones, radiohead, beabadoobee, steve lacy, alex g, the cranberries, wallows, the smiths, lana del rey, brent faiyaz, playboi carti, ken carson, mitski, laufey and many, many more!

i'm a huge filmography lover so some of my favorite movies are flipped, a walk to remember, (500) days of summer, juno, bones and all, mysterious skin, the half of it, 50/50, speak, corpse bride, words on bathroom walls, waves, mid 90s, me before you, la la land, donnie darko, black swan, dummy, i believe and unicorns, the notebook, girl interrupted, if i stay, uptown girls, blue valentine, frankenwienie, edward scissorhands, perks of being a wallflower, hot summer nights, boys don't cry, beautiful boy, little miss sunshine, brokeback mountain and so many more.

fun facts about me, i wrote a 32 page essay on frank ocean's album blond for my sophmore year essay contest, i'm really into poetry, i love wes anderson and tim burton, autumn is my favorite season, my biggest celebrity crush is matthew gray gubler, i have an unhealthy obsession with zaxby's, i'm super passionate about every little thing, i've rewatched love island like 4 times and have a poster of rob from season 6 hanging on my wall.

i'm really not all that interesting, i just say stupid stuff that makes me sound funny so then people think i'm personable or whatnot. buttt i promise i'm really sweet and i'm here for literally anybody, i swear.

thank you thank you thank you for taking the time to read about me even though it probably wasn't as exciting as you might've thought, i still appreciate each and every one of my readers and anyone who interacts.

- love , jasmine !

[goodluckclove]

The 13 Most Important Movies of the Clove Gardner Creative Methodology

So this is not necessarily all of my favorite movies. These are also not necessarily the most diverse collection of films, because I watched all of them between the ages of 12-18 back when it didn't occur to me to actively diversify the films I watched other than era and genre. But in the formative years for becoming a creative these are the films that taught me what I felt was profoundly important for my own work.

I also still think they're all really good movies, but I would only rewatch about two thirds of them. Let's go through it! Prepare to learn way more about me as a person than you'd expect or I want!

Donnie Darko (2001) - it's actually really weird to me that angst weird teens don't watch this movie anymore. I must've watched it like four times in middle school. It was the movie of the era where people were like "what the fuck happened". Absolutely would watch this again.

Coffee and Cigarettes (2003) - Jim Jarmusch is a divisive director for me. My dad tried to watch Mystery Train with me and in my memory that movie is mostly footage of trains. But Coffee and Cigarettes is made up of eleven short vignettes of just people in a diner. Anyone who aims to focus on character-based art should watch this. It is just people vibing in different, human ways that are still very engaging. I actually haven't seen this movie in maybe eight years and for some reason I have a vivid recollection of the woman in the booth that gives the waiter in the diner attitude over refilling her coffee without asking. I will probably remember that forever. I don't know why. Also the White Stripes are in this for some reason.

Synecdoche, New York (2008) - Charlie Kaufman is my favorite director and like top ten all time favorite artists. I've seen all of his movies, but this is the one I come back to again and again. I could write an entire essay about how his stance on surrealism is so much more powerful than artists who go out aiming to be weird. This is a deeply weird movie and you will probably understand one of the characters perspectives in some way. I watched this again last year and as the credits rolled I just laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling in the dark for about thirty minutes. This one of my all time favorite movies, ever.

The Conversation (1974) - a lot of the movies on this list are here because they taught me the importance of atmosphere, intent, and narrative rhythm. This is a movie where every touch is important. From the sound design to the framing, to even the name of the main character. This is a finely tuned film with a third act development that is wildly impactful while also being deeply mundane. The ending is my favorite ending in a movie, ever. The opening score is my favorite song in a movie, ever. There are so many ways to hurt and haunt an audience.

It's Such a Beautiful Day (2012) - Don Hertzfeldt is a genius. Rent this movie if you can't find the full thing online. It's worth it. It's worth seeing all the main short films together. I watched this movie for the first time and the day after I watched it again. This movie was created frame by frame, by hand, and only expanded upon. By the end of this you will see more humanity in basic stick figures than you might in many real human actors. This is a deeply important movie to me. The only actual plot is just a guy who's very sick. It is one of the most profound pieces of art I have ever experienced.

Fail Safe (1964) - Some people might find this movie boring. I think 98% of this film is a bunch of government people talking around a table or on the phone in a single room. The central plot of this movie is that a us is accidentally deployed towards Russia during the cold war era. The whole movie is maybe a dozen people trying to solve this issue and prevent a war. I watched this with about ten people and when the movie ended I felt the silence of ten young people whose hearts and emotions were truly and sincerely rattled past the abilities to move, or even speak. This phenomena is something I've been working on capturing in my audiences on stage and page for years. It is supremely difficult.

Blue (1993) - this is a documentary adaptation of artist Derek Jarman's diary entries as he was dying of AIDs. It is just shy of 80 minutes. The entire visual aspect of the movie is a single blue screen. Watch the blue screen like it's any other movie. Listen to Jarman's story and the music. This was the last film he ever made. A man who clearly valued the theatrics of visual storytelling took a blue screen and made it remarkable. I don't think it's a still image. I really don't. I swear I saw small shifts of color and shadow the more I watched it.

Stardust Memories (1980) - this is a Woody Allen movie. In my youth I was more willing to separate the art and the artist, and Woody Allen was a writer and filmmaker that made me feel deeply validated and seen as a young precocious romantic. I get he sucks. He's a weird guy. But I would be a liar if I said he didn't teach me a lot. My dialogue has roots in early Woody Allen movies in terms of humanity and awkward eloquence. And Stardust Memories does something I think about a lot in depicting a realistic, adult Manic Pixie Dream Girl. Woody Allen did not do all this. Charlotte Rampling (I was deeply in love with her for a long time when I was young) is a brilliant actor who takes what some actors would see as a Beautiful Free Spirit and show her pain. There is a monologue she has that is about two minutes, and a mixture of editing and Rampling acting turn it into something that haunted me for years. It wasn't until I brought a copy of the script years later that I realized it took place in a psych ward.

Purple Rose of Cairo (1985) - another Woody Allen movie. Mia Farrow is amazing in it, and generally just the type of actor I would love to work with. If you refuse to ever watch a Woody Allen movie you will deprive yourself of some of her best leading roles. This is one of Allen's comedies, and it is also the most effectively a movie has been able to trick me. I do not want to say more than that, but I've put a lot of work into trying to create that physical, audible shift in someone who interacts with my work so effectively. If I could ask Allen about his intent with any movie it would be this one. I don't really want to talk to him otherwise.

Dancer in the Dark (2000) - this is a 2h20m Lars Von Trier musical where the songs were made by Bjork. It is a masterclass in whump in a way that most people online haven't truly considered. I knew the ending of this movie before I watched it and when it happened I audibly sobbed as if someone snapped my wrist. There are works of art that are an onslaught of "it gets worse" done by people who are just looking for the worst thing possible. That is not this movie. Lars Von Trier is deliberate with his tragedy and does not allow the viewer to fully break their immersion. When you break your immersion you get to leave the story and he does not want you to have that option. Bjork isn't an actor, and in this movie she almost doesn't seem human in the sense of what she is able to endure. This is the worst whump I have ever seen and Bjork's character is never broken. I will not watch this movie again. I'm glad I did once.

Requiem for a Dream (2000) - I watched this movie and immediately bought the book and they're both amazing but I am more likely to read the book again. I know now that a work of art is a world in which your emotions and thoughts can be manufactured, and in Requiem for a Dream, Darren Aronofsky's intent as God is to make you feel like a junkie. The world is warped and stilted. Lots of shots are too close and everyone looks kind of bad. But he doesn't fall into the cliche of the world always being bad, or even that the world was meant to be bad. There are moments of clarity and beauty, but by the time you're back in the murk it's hard to imagine they were really there. I would look into the content warnings of this one before watching it because it gets upsetting. I don't think I blinked in the last fifteen minutes. This does not have a happy ending, but reading the book after my own experience with addiction was actually really sobering and validating. I also probably won't watch the movie again.

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992): I'm a big David Lynch fan. The first season of Twin Peaks is pretty influential in my sense of dialogue and character. If you're curious about the series, this is actually the prequel movie to the initial mystery of Who Killed Laura Palmer, and it's a great way to see if you like the characters and general vibe. The thing about Lynch is that he knows how to be upsetting. Like, upsetting in a way you aren't prepared for. His genius is that he knows that an audience can get used to constant shock, absurdity, or surrealism. Sometimes he uses this to his advantage. Eraserhead paints the picture of a world that is slightly wrong in the existential, Albert Camus, can't really do anything about it sense. Fire Walk With Me chooses to snap you into madness from the very beginning, only to move you along with no explanation. Warning, sexual assault is a very common theme in the TV show, and especially the movie. It isn't fetishized and Lynch treats it with the intent of an entire town failing this teen girl in a fundamental way. It is tragic and intense. I've heard from victims of abuse and sexual abuse who find it cathartic, but it can also be upsetting and you should approach it carefully.

Koiannasquatsi (1982): I actually feel weirder about this than about Blue. This is technically not a movie. They call it a non-narrative documentary but in more honest terms it is a music video to Philip Glass. But there is a progression, it isn't just random footage run backwards. Godfrey Reggio depicts the growth of humanity pretty effectively and subtly without a single line of dialogue. I had the experience of watching it and suddenly midway though thinking "Jesus how the fuck did we get here". Some might be tempted to pick up your phone. Try not to. Actually just fall into the surreal landscapes of Philip Glass and watch the footage and just allow yourself to note what it provokes in you.

This got a lot longer than I meant it too. I didn't even add the books that were formative Jesus Christ I guess that will have to wait. I didn't realize since stopping my arts column in California that I actually really miss talking about art and it's impact in a positive way.

I missed it. If people want me to do it more I'm happy to. Also if you watch any of these PLEASE talk to me about them I would love that so much. Even if you hated it.

[techramonic]

what's your favorite film/what are your favorite films?

I love these kind of questions ... thank you Wisteria, you are a lifesaver.

I have been procrastinating in answering my asks but this question whispered into my ear and told me to answer it as soon as possible just so I can yap about my favorite movies. I purposefully left out Zero Day and Elephant because although those two are part of my favorite films because the characters and themes are really interesting to analyze, and yea sure I have analyzed them a heck lot, they haven't really profoundly impacted me as much as the one's below. Never really struck me on a personal, personal level. If the movie's good then it'll lead to an astral projection and you're suddenly hyper-aware of everything you feel me ... I'd say that the following are my favorite films, not in any particilar order:

Donnie Darko | This movie has been etched into my brain permanently and will be ingrained on it long as I stay awake. I could explain almost every detail behind it. From the religious symbolism, to the intricacy of the plot, to the nature of Donnie's character. I recall that the first time I watched it, the initial confusion sent me into a spiral of research and more re-watches. It's just that type of film where the more you watch it again, the more you find more small details that change the whole trajectory of the story. For my school projects that involved creatve writing, I always chose to talk about this film in my essays because of the themes. There's something about existential dread and religious tragedy that makes me so alive. The mystery of man's fate and existence keeps me up at night. Donnie's me and I'm him. When he said, "Every living creature dies alone." I felt that shit in skin, bones, viscera, and soul.

Dead Poet's Society | First ever movie that actually changed my life. My first viewing of it in 2019 made me feel so inspired but still left me empty after realizing that perhaps some people are born for their passions but because of the circumstances they're enslaved to, they are only left to dream. It makes me want to fight the air. Plus, I see myself in Todd. I love poetry and I know the burden of being pressured to follow the footsteps of success of an older sibling, even if all you want to do is exist and find the joy in doing what others consider to be useless.

Fantastic Mr. Fox | Wes Anderson is such a great director but when he makes animations it's like the world is slowly healing back into crescendo. This film makes me so happy for every reason there is. I love the themes of greed which is being told through the prespective of animals. Just reflects our innate human nature to be so attracted to greed and power that it slowly consumes then inevitably destroys us. Also, I love "different" characters... Ash save me, save me ash.

Mysterious Skin | Watched this once and it made me sick. I had to think about for an hour. Fuck, humanity is so morbid. So facinating. So hopeful yet decayed. I hope their coach died or something, sick motherfucker. Gregg Araki has an insane amount of skill in making the best emotionally complex and gut-wrenching queer films ever. I also liked the use of Aliens in the film because I personally love Alien things. Used to be a big fan of sStar Trek too when I was younger. I love you Brian Lackey, you are the world.

Azure et Asmar | I love Middle Eastern films. Brings me back to my youth. It's like it sends me back to the past and allows me to relive some of the memories I wish never passed. Wish I could've stayed there longer typa thing. This movie is so beautiful. So playful and childish yet grown and thoughtful at the same time. I love films about family too, can you guys tell ... Watching this film was such a happy experience and everything about it was pleasant. I even learned the lyrics to one of the songs just because I loved it so much.

Trainspotting | Fucking insane and brilliant. This film is so exhilarating and like DPS, so inspiring yet too fucked up that it just makes me question is life really worth it. Is living really something we should do or are we just killing the time and seeing it as an obligation rather than a will ... The monologue Renton gives during the start and end is so good that I need to get it tatted on my skin or injected into my veins.

[abominable-space-they]

You're My Moonage Daydream

SpaceDogs

When Nigel got home from work, he found Adam laying on the livingroom floor with all the lights off. He was an uncomfortable mixture of tense angles and loose distracted limbs, watching his home planetarium stars slowly spin, drumming his sternum with his fingertips, and chewing distractedly on the inside of his cheek.

Nigel checked the time. Adam got off work forty-five minutes ago. He'd usually be mostly decompressed by now. He knew that if Adam was still stressed, it was a a rough day, and asking what's wrong, the pressure of answering the question correctly would stress Adam out more. It was better for both of them if Nigel gave him space. So he put on Music. Sun Ra was one of Adams current space band favorites, experimental space jazz wasn't anything he'd ever even thought to listen to before Adam, but he was glad for knowing things like that existed.

When Nigel was n the right mood Sun Ra's mystical cosmic loopy jazz slid over his skin like warm water, soothing, almost hypnotic. He could see why Adam liked it so much.

Once the music was on, Nigel rolled a joint. That was one of his own soothing rituals. Grabbing an ashtray, he laid down beside Adam, setting the ashtray on his chest like he did in highschool, when everyone was laying around drinking cheap beer and listening to Pink Floyd or Portishead.

He passed Adam the joint without complicating things with words. Nigel listened to the way the little quiet popping hissing sound of Adam hitting the joint complimented the music. It was familiar, nice. They sat like that for a awhile, just existing together peacefully.

Eventually Adam rolled onto his side and pressed his palm over Nigel's heart, wiggling his fingers imploringly until Nigel scooped his hand up kissing his palm with reverence while Adam pressed his face into Nigel's shoulder.

"Thank you. I love you, you know"

"Nothin to thank me for beautiful I was just gonna be sittin around bitchin at Darko about numbers n shit. This is better"

"Yes, I think so too...Nigel... I'm so hungry. I didn't eat lunch today. The whole building was way to loud, everything felt like knives in my bones, and I know I should have eaten when I got home but my skin hurt to much to eat after all that"

"you're hungry huh?"

"And now I'm high and I'm starving, probably. But also I cann't possibly move Nigel. It's a fucking problem."

Nigel laughed fondly at Adam's post meltdown silliness, he treasured these little vulnerable moments, when Adam wasn't balancing on the razor edge of the whole world's expectations. When he was allowing himself to just be. It was gorgeous, Adam was always beautiful, but especially so when he was just being.

"Whatcha thinkin bout havin for dinner gorgeous?"

"Jack Kerouac swore that apple pie, ice cream, and coffee Was a complete meal."

"So you want apple pie and ice cream for dinner?"

"Yeah?"

Sometimes Adam felt guilty for wanting things still, even if they were small and easy to fulfill. Nigel would like to kill every single person who ever made Adam doubt the value & merit of his own wants, his own needs. You couldn't barbecue the whole world though. Nigel kissed Adam's finger tips.

"And you want me to order?"

"yes! The screen is so bright, it's so cluttered. That user interface was not designed with autistic people in mind"

"Fair enough babe, you roll us another a joint and I'll get on that damn dumblehopper doofenshmirty delivery app, whatever the fuck it's called and get us pie. Carmel?

Adam eyes went wide, obviously having kind of forgotten Carmel was a thing

"yes!"

Nigel scrolled through their delivery app, mindlessly, he only had eyes for Adam.

"Hey beautiful, I love you"

"I know... that's why you're ordering the pie for me. Otherwise you'd be at some dive bar arguing with Darko about numbers or something"

"I did say that didn't I? "

"You did"

"Hey babe, tell me about Alpha Centauri again while I do this, that's the close one right?"

Adam beamed at him, always delighted when Nigel wanted to hear about the stars, when he remembered little bits about them, because of Adam.

"Ok, Alpha Centauri is a star system in the southern end of Centaurus, there are 3 stars in it: Rigil Kentaurus, Toliman and Proxima Centauri. Proxima Centauri is the one you're thinking of, it's closest, at a little over 4 light years away, but close is subjective. That's not close by any standard except stars."

Nigel, found carmel apple pie, and ice cream, ordered an indulgently obscene amount of both. If Adam wanted pie he'd have so much damn pie. He hoped Adam could feel how happy Nigel was with him. This was better than anything else he could be doing right now. The best possible thing

Maybe wishes do come true, all he'd ever wanted really was this, a love like this, full, reciprocated, reverential.

He just didn't know that he could have anything this precious before Adam, his luckiest star.

Nigel sat back down beside Adam, kissing his ear lobe, just because it was right there and so perfectly Adam

"If I was an astronomer... or whatever the fuck they're called. I'd name every star after you babe"

Adam passed him the joint, kissing him back, face intentionally jokingly serious

"But would you bring me pie and ice cream still?"

Nigel laughed, both surprised and utterly unsurprised and endeared.

"yeah babe"

"oh well then, that's ok... As long as you don't forget the important stuff"

"I would never"

Never not ever, he'd buy Adam apple pie and ice cream every day for forever if that's what he wanted. He'd give him anything really, because Adam deserved everything.

And if Nigel had a single damn thing to say about it, he'd be the one to give it to him, for the rest of their lives

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e7 plush (w. eric charmelo, nicole snyder)

not the most promising start. offbrand donnie darko bunny

DEAN Really? I mean, really? SAM You ever hear of privacy? DEAN Hey, you want privacy, close your door.

as ever, privacy being invaded really hurts my heart. absolutely dean has a point and sam should have closed his door, but dean also had a shitty fucking smirk on his face and that nasty tone and i'm ready to punch him. i don't pray, i've never believed in anything, and i'm horribly hurt and offended that he'd act like this. i know their history and the dumb plot shit makes prayer not the same thing as it is out here in the real world, but come fucking on. he's still being a raging asshole about sam taking the chance on believing even just a tiny bit that it's god behind the visions.

DEAN Thought we talked about this. SAM Yeah, we did, Dean. But why is it so hard to believe that God could be sending me visions about the darkness? DEAN You kidding me? He didn't feel the need to show up for the Apocalypse. Why would he give a crap now? SAM I don't know. Maybe because she's his sister? What do you wanna do? Sit back? Ignore him? Do nothing? DEAN No, that's -- that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, don't count on God. Okay? Count on us.

count on us (so when you gonna tell sam your secret huh DEAN-O)

glad they let donna wear a uniform that vaguely fits and maybe dropping the fat jokes. maybe. (of course not)

BROCK Not much, man. I mean, I was just hammering my bi's, gettin' all swole,

please no and thank you

s11e7 rita / true colors (1990-1992) brigid brannagh as katie davis

whoa okay so i definitely know this person and i think... it's from.... true colors?? which is yet another tv show i haven't thought about since the early 90s. wild

surely couldn't let sam's clown phobia not make an appearance in a killer ghost possessed child entertainer costume episode. was it purely so they could subject sam to a clown :p it's never gonna beat this post-clown interaction though

7x14 plucky pennywhistle's magical menagerie

dean heartily laughing and sam with his arms outstretched absolutely coated in glitter (i wanna paint it some day, so sparkly) will make me smile every time

also, i love this line

from 2x02 DEAN Planes crash! SAM And apparently clowns kill!

okay anyway. rehashing the good clown phobia moments :P (he did say the clown fight in 7x14 was therapeutic, guess he needs more exposure therapy [beating])

taking another moment to appreciate how much better his hair looks this season, especially post-scuffle

she is so very cute

DONNA I don't have time for insubordination. SAM Or is it maybe that you're treating new Doug like old Doug and not even giving him a chance? DONNA You know what I think? You need to mind your own beeswax. We have a case to solve.

saw her line comin a mile away

outsiders with sibling issues are evergreen

*staring into camera*

crack treated seriously vibes

SAM I keep praying to God because if it is God -- and I know you think it isn't, but if it is -- then he's showing me something I don't know what to do with. DEAN What? SAM The cage. DEAN Lucifer's cage? SAM Yeah. What if he's telling me I have to go back? What if he's saying that's where the answer is to beating the Darkness? DEAN Sam, no. No, okay. I don't know if these visions are coming from God or PBS or what. But we've been down that road. Anything having to do with that cage is -- it -- it's suicide. And you of all people know that. So, no. Just…Not gonna happen. SAM Okay. DEAN Okay.

actually okay? they both have a habit of agreeing and doing whatever the fuck they were gonna do anyway. i mean if dean isn't gonna come clean then whatever anyway. bitterness rising again