#flesh and blood 1985

[justcallmejoe]

"He's after me. He'll never give up." "Neither will I." Flesh+Blood (1985) dir. Pual Verhoeven

[sacredwhores]

Paul Verhoeven - Flesh + Blood (1985)

[cappedinamber]

Flesh + Blood (1985)

Directed by Paul Verhoeven

Cinematography by Jan de Bont

[themishening]

I want a print of this for no reason

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: Late at night, a woman is kidnapped by an unknown assailant and taken back to his blood-spattered dungeon, where he turns her into a "flower of blood and flesh" through a series of dismemberment and evisceration.

[pappydaddy]

made for loving you (s.h.)

a/n: we are just pretending that they had the ability to remotely check their voicemail systems in 1985, okay lovelies? awesome!

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested by the lovely @echos-scomplink (ily lovely!)

synopsis: steve fears his chance with y/n is ruined leading to breathless proclamations in the rain. based on i was made for loving you by kiss.

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warnings: depictions of being beat up | blood mentioned | fluff

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  King Steve never believed in the whole soulmate idea. He found it certifiably insane for someone to think that someone was made specifically for one person, it was baffling to him. Not only did the idea of commitment send a shockwave akin to the eight-point-zero magnitude earthquake through his body, but the idea of committing to one person blew his feeble little mind. How could someone become so in love with one person? Was it just that it is actually just socially acceptable to have affairs and simply never talk about it? He didn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend the rhotic lacing romance novels and movies. How could someone be so obsessed with someone that they devote their whole life to this one person? How could someone be so obsessed with someone that can be happy spending their whole life around someone? Because, certainly, his parents are not happy spending their whole lives together.

  It all fell into place like puzzle pieces in the Summer 1985 when he first laid eyes on Y/N L/N. She worked in the Ladies’ Speciality store on the same floor as Scoops Ahoy. He would see her going to the food court, passing by the Parlour on her way to her shift or leaving for the day. He hadn’t even talked to her and he was infatuated. Not a word was spoken to him from her lips and he was being driven mad by the thought. It wasn’t until Y/N came in to get some ice cream with Robin (the two forming a friendship from working so close together) on her day off before they headed to the community pool that he spoke his first words to her. 

  From there, he was entranced. It all made sense to him. Every poem ever written about the obsession of love. Every line of literature that oozed with the sense of pining. He knew that he was made solely for her. To love her. To hold her. To simply be with her. It was his higher purpose. His calling. He was simply there to be hers. Despite his fumbling attempts at talking to her, Y/N found his dorkiness endearing enough to take a chance on him by making the first move - asking him to call her.  

  Unfortunately, that’s as far as Steve got before getting trapped in a storage room and plummeting into a Russian Underground Base. Her phone number in his passenger seat and the suggestive words of a date hanging in the air of his car from where she uttered them two nights ago. If he hadn’t been trapped and, consequently, kidnapped by Russians, there would be no way in hell Y/N would be at the Fourth of July party with some jock who didn’t even know her favourite ice cream flavour. 

  “I’m sorry,” Steve blinked, a dumb look on his face as he looked at Robin. Robin cocked her head to the side with a roll of her eyes, waiting for Steve to speak as she still held the payphone receiver in the air. “I must have heard you wrong,” He continued, speaking with a chuckle, hoping she was wrong. “‘Cause it sounded like you said that Y/N left you a voicemail saying she was going out on a date tonight-”

  “It’s ‘cause of the giant flesh spider running rampant through Hawkins, isn’t it?” Dustin nodded as if he understood why Steve was so pale after hearing this news. Baffled, Steve and Robin both looked at him as he stood there, sweat staining through his graphic shirt. 

  Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Steve shot a panicked look between Dustin and Robin. The three of them were off to the side, away from the rest of the scheming groups as Robin checked her voicemail, hoping to hear anything from Y/N to make sure she was okay. “No,” Steve nearly yelled, his voice impossibly high. “Well, now I’m worried about that.” 

  Robin, finally hanging up the phone, sighed. “She said he was taking her to the carnival,” Dread filled Steve. Obviously, Robin noticed since she continued on. “According to Hopper and Joyce, the carnival was untouched by the giant flesh spider-” She gave Dustin a pointed look for wording it that way. “And if this flesh spider is looking for this El girl, Y/N should be safe.” 

  “Again, not what I’m worried about,” Steve stressed, a hand coming up to run through his matted and grimy hair. Blood, sweat, and product weighed his normally fluffy hair down. “I’m more concerned about the fact that she’s out on a date with another guy because I was just trapped in a Russian Base for like three days!”

  Dustin scoffed, causing Steve’s eyes to point angrily at him. “Calm down, Drama Queen. It was like 48 hours,” Dustin looked between Steve and Robin, shrinking slightly as he took in the context of the situation. “Which clearly felt like three days and jeopardised Steve’s chances with Y/N. I can clearly see that now.” 

  Silence enclosed around the three as they stood there. Robin ran the voicemail over in her head, trying to decipher how her new friend felt about this date knowing her feelings for the floppy haired new graduate that currently stood across from her. Dustin, trying to gauge the situation, looked between Robin and Steve before slowly starting to back up in an attempt to remove himself. 

  Steve. Steve was a ball of anxiety. So much so that this made Robin realise that Steve had actually changed. King Steve wouldn’t have cared. King Steve would have just shrugged it off and went off to find his new conquest. She could actually see the doubts and insecurities bubbling to the surface of his mind. “Wow. Nancy Wheeler ruined you, didn’t she?” Robin whispered, but she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that the words met Steve’s ears. His mind seemed to be screaming too loud for him to hear anything else. 

  “I should’ve just manned up and asked her out,” Steve was beating himself up. Literally. Robin watched, a look of pure shock and bafflement on her freckled face, as he beat a closed fist into an opened hand. Just enough for his already swollen, bruised, and cut face to wince but not enough for it to attract anyone’s attention. “Now, she’s probably having the time of her life with this quarterback who will get a full ride to the University of Alabama or something-” He muttered to himself, the punches continuing, concerning Robin slightly. 

  “Woah, woah, woah,” Robin’s voice cracked slightly as she lunged forward. Gently, her hands grasped Steve’s wrists, keeping him from hitting his hand again. Steve, eyes watering in sheer insecurity, looked at her. Her heart broke for both her new found friends. She knew Y/N wasn’t having the time of her life. A, she hated stereotypical jocks and, if memory serves Robin right, this guy was the quintessential quarterback. B, she wasn’t with Steve - her long-standing crush. Something she admitted to Robin drunkenly. “Go to her.” 

  “What?” Steve’s voice was wobbly. It was soft. 

  “Go to her, Steve. You remember where she lives, you dropped her off that one time when her car wouldn’t start,” She started to explain. “Go to her, tell her how you feel. Lay it all at her feet.” 

  “W-what about everyone else?” He stammered, wide eyes looking towards the cluster of people. Robin waved her hand dismissively, making him look back at her. Her blue eyes were so confident and sure. They were compelling him to listen to her. Confirming that everything will be okay if he just listened to her. 

  They stared at each other, locked in a kind of communication only people destined to be best friends could achieve. “We can survive. We will survive.” She urged him despite the fact that she didn’t believe those words one bit. Swallowing thickly, Steve slowly nodded. Brown eyes casting over the cluster of people. Some he fought side-by-side with for the past two years, some who just joined the battle. They were all probably more capable than Steve at everything. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

  Squaring his shoulders, he stood to his full height. “I’m going,” He spoke with a firm nod. The kind of nod that sealed some of the best and worst plans in history. “I’m going to her.” Just as the rubber sole of his converse slapped the pristine tile as he started to move towards the exit, unsure of how he’s going to get to Y/N’s place with no car, Hopper’s sharp whistle of his lips stopped him. 

  Seeing a Walkie-Talkie flying through the air, landing right in the scrambling hands of a nervous Dustin, disappointment and dread filled him. He wasn’t going to be able to slip away that easily. He barely listened as Hopper, Dustin, and Erica bickered about how it was best for them to communicate, hoping that whatever the solution was could spare him. His body buzzed with the need to tell Y/N everything. The need to bare his soul to her. The need to be near her - nay. To be hers. 

  The jingle of keys brought him from his locked in zone, letting him catch the keys Hopper was throwing him in time. “Steve’s in charge.” Those words weighted Steve’s soul down to the depths of the bowls of Hell for he knew this night was far from over. 

  “Come on,” Steve gruffed, his drive zeroing in. His sole focus was simply on beating this shit for another time and getting to Y/N as fast as he could. “Let’s kill these bastards.” 

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  By the time it all fell silent again, rain was pelting down. Once the paramedic’s gave Steve the okay to leave and the firefighters were able to retrieve one of his keys from the Scoops backroom (thank god for cold rooms), he didn’t waste any time speeding off. He knew he should probably change his clothes from something that bore his blood, sweat, and tears, but he simply couldn’t waste another moment. That’s how, after a bout of reckless driving and a few near-misses, Steve was parking on the street, peering into the darkened driveway of Y/N L/N’s house. 

  A moment of hesitation fluttered through him. One thought was about the possibility of her not being home. The other one being the very likely possibility of her being asleep given the late hour. Another thought was about her parents not appreciating a beaten and bloody person professing their love for their daughter. However, a warm glow emitting from an upstairs window and her car being the only one parked in the driveway reassured him enough for him to muster the courage back up to get out of the car. 

  “You just survived two days in a Russian base and an interdimensional creature made of human flesh. You can do this.” He breathed, pumping himself up. Shaking his limbs out, his eyes zeroed in on the front door of her house. Just like a magnet, his body started to be pulled towards her, almost as if it were sure that it was meant to be around her. With a determination greater than the determination he felt to get out of the Russian base, he started to move quicker up her driveway until he was practically running up the rather long driveway, rain pelting his shirt and hair. 

  Standing there, his chest heaved as his back tingled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Before his consciousness could catch up, his finger was jabbing the doorbell repeatedly - much to his own horror. Despite not wanting to continuously ring the doorbell, his finger couldn’t seem to leave it alone until she pulled the door open. It was like his eyes were desperate to see her and his body was doing everything in its power to do just that. 

  “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Even with the muffled voice barely making it through the wooden front door and the sound of socked feet rushing down the stairs, his finger never ceased to stop pushing the doorbell. Part of him hoped that if the Jock did accompany her back to her place, his incessant doorbell ringing was annoying him. The large majority of him, however, was mortified that he couldn’t seem to stop ringing the damn doorbell. Suddenly, the door was pulled open, the burst of air from the movement making her hair wisp back from her face perfectly and Steve was stunned into a stupor, finger pressing on the button. 

  “Steve,” A look of shock crossed her face before it deepened once she caught the sight of his face in the glow of the entryway light. “Oh, my god, Steve!” She breathed out, concern lacing her voice as her hand came up to delicately cover her mouth as she took in his nearly swollen shut eye. 

  He couldn’t muster up any words. Hell, he couldn’t even take his finger off the doorbell. Hesitantly, Y/N reached out. He wasn’t sure if she was scared of him or scared to hurt him, but once her slightly cold fingers met the wet skin of his wrist, he blinked out of the trace he had been lulled into. “I needed to come see you,” His voice was much more hoarse than what it had been earlier. His throat was dry from the lack of water, but his body was becoming more and more exhausted as the seconds ticked by, but he felt energy shooting through him now that he stood in her presence. “Robin told me about your date with the Jock tonight and I couldn’t lose you just because I was kidnapped by Russians for two days.” 

  “You were what,” Y/N blinked, expression dropping from shocked to horrified. “Steve! You need to go to the hospital or the police station! Not to my house! This is serious-” She started fretting, her hands coming up, looking like they were going to lay on his face. His skin tingled in anticipation of her touch on him and his chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing, his eyes darkening, but her hands stilled halfway there. “Does it hurt?” She breathed, hands slightly shaking as her own adrenaline coursed through her.

  Steve, with another surge of confidence, reached his own hands out to grab her wrists gently. Suddenly, as his fingers wrapped around the softness of her skin, he was all too aware that he hadn’t had a shower in two days and probably smelled horrible. On top of it, he was very much aware of the level of grime on his skin. But Y/N didn’t seem to care as her wrists seemed to sink into his hands, relief washing over her at the feel of his touch. “I’m fine. I got checked over by the paramedics, the Feds were there. I am fine,” He reassured her, noting the worry that still swam within the depths of her eyes. “But I needed to come see you. I would have ran here the second I escaped, but I was stopped.” 

  “Probably the paramedics stopped you because you were kidnapped, Steve,” She blinked and in a split second, guilt consumed him for not being able to tell her more. He was sure he would eventually tell her everything, but he didn’t want to scare her off. “But why did you need to see me so badly, you must be exhausted.” She furrowed her eyebrows, eyes flicking over his face. 

  “I needed to tell you how I feel, Y/N. Hearing that you were out with the Jock tonight, I-” He cut himself off, his throat swelling with emotion. “I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t lose the person I was made for,” His words were like drops of blood dripping from his bleeding heart. “I can’t get enough of you, Y/N. I need to be around you and I’ve never understood the concept of soulmates until I saw you,” Shock crashed against Y/N like a tidal wave. Staring at the beaten and bruised boy, she could only manage to blink her eyes slowly as his words bleed with passion. “Y/N, there is no doubt in my mind that I was made solely to love you.” 

  Those words hung in the air like an anvil ready to squash Steve as his eyes burned into her shell-shocked ones. Her mouth hung open slightly as he could see her brain processing the words her ears just heard. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, her jaw softly closing as she stood up, eyes as soft as a plush bed - making Steve want to lay within them for the rest of his life. “Oh Steve,” She breathed out, seemingly overwhelmed with the proclamation. Steve’s heart lurched, the anvil dropping an inch. An equally as soft smile as her eyes graced her lips, but it did little to ease Steve’s anxiety. “I thought you were never going to make a move. I thought you didn’t like me like that-” 

  Her words were cut off as Steve grabbed her face in his blood stained and, truthfully, grimy hands. In one motion, his lips nearly jumped on hers, kicking off a feverish kiss. His lips moved against her stunned ones as if she were the water he was so deprived of for two days. As if she were the thing he was derived from for so long. As if she were the air he needed in order to live. 

  He could feel the gentle touch of her fingertips ever so lightly touching his forearms as her lips seemed to match his speed, her body coming to life after falling into the shock of the sudden kiss. Goosebumps marked the trail of her fingertips as they made their way up to his hands. Soon, the warmth of her hands rested over his, just sitting there. Almost as if she was using them to tell if this was real or just a dream. Steve was worried about the same thing but the coldness of the pouring rain hitting his back as the wind blew it under the cover of her porch told him it was all reality.

  Their lungs ached, Steve’s bruised ribs pulsed from his lungs beating against them, begging for air, not realising the lips he was attached to were (in fact) his air. Their chests swelled with warmth, both from their hearts becoming electrified with love and from the burning of their chests screaming from the lack of air. Lips became feverish in desperation as they both realised that, soon, they would have to pull away. Steve hated himself as he reluctantly pulled his lips back ever so slightly, just enough for both of them to suck in air, chests heaving - panting as if they had just ran a marathon. 

  Neither of them opened their eyes, feeling the laboured puffs of breath against their swollen lips as shockwaves of tingles shot through their bodies as if they were still kissing. “Nope,” Steve shook his head. “Not enough yet.” Y/N’s eyes fluttered open out of an act of confusion just in time for Steve’s lips to pounce back onto hers, this time her feet stumbling back from the force, his body crashing flush against hers. A squeak left her lips as she felt like she was going to fall backwards but his hands immediately left her cheeks, flying to her waist to pull her against him even more. 

  “Steve-” She pulled her mouth back slightly, words muffled by his lips still, but the risk of biting either of their tongues lowered, but he shushed her, ready to let his lungs explode if that meant he could keep kissing her. “Steve-” She tried again with a giggle, hands coming up to his chest to hold him back slightly. Finally opening their eyes, Y/N was stunned for a moment as she saw Steve. His lip now swollen, the cut on his lip re-opened and bleeding slightly. His eyes (or the eye that wasn’t swollen shut) nearly blown out as if he were high. Regaining her thoughts, she cocked her head to the side, eyes softening from the heated pools they were seconds ago. “Do you need a place to stay tonight?” She asked, having only caught enough information about his home life to know his parents were barely around and when they were, they barely met the standards of parents, let alone supportive and kind parents.

  Suddenly, and if Steve wasn’t already sure, he knew he had finally found the place in the world he was looking for. He found the purpose of his life. He found the thing he would live and breathe. He found the thing he would even die for. “Actually, yeah.” He said almost sheepishly, realising his house key was on the set of keys the Russians took from him and his parents were away (shockingly). He felt scared, worried that she would think he came here and professed false feelings just so that he could have a place to sleep for the night. 

  His worries were eased with that soft smile slipping upon her swollen lips as she stepped back, Steve’s hands reluctantly letting go of her waist. “Come on in. I’ll even let you shower and sleep in my bed.” She winked, a giggle gracing the dimly lit entryway as she backed up, Steve following immediately - almost like she was luring him into a trance like state just with her beauty. In that moment, he knew he would never get enough of her and he will live everyday trying to give his everything to her.

[talesfromthecrypts]

THE LOVERS II

Gothic (1986)

Flesh+Blood (1985)

Cemetery Man (1994)

Benedetta (2021)

[thegothicalice]

I absolutely love your style and was wondering as a cinemaphile what obscure, off the wall horror movies would you suggest for the spooky season?

Uhhhh how about various levels of obscure from the 80s and 90s? (Not a complete lists because I’ve seen literally thousands of films and forget half of what I watch and use Letterboxd to keep track)

1999– Idle Hands, Don’t Look Under the Bed, Bats, Ravenous, In Dreams, Lighthouse, Stir of Echos, Audition, Kolobos

1998—The Last Broadcast, Devil in the Flesh, Whispering Corridors, Urban Legend, Shadowbuilder, The Eternal, The Quiet Family, Strangeland, Deep Rising, The Wisdom of Crocodiles, Tomie

1997– The Relic, The Ugly, Event Horizon, Cure, Wax Mask, Snow White: A Tale of Terror, Quicksilver Highway, Office Killer, The Night Flier

1996– From Dusk til Dawn, Little Witches, Uncle Sam, The Frighteners, The Dentist, Karmina, Thesis, Tromeo & Juliet,

1995– Blood & Donuts, Screamers, Tales from the Hood, The Demolitionist, Mushrooms, The Girl With the Hungry Eyes, The Day of the Beast, Serpent’s Lair, Rumpelstiltskin, Mute Witness, Evil Ed, Project: Metalbeast, Habit, The Addiction, Tales From the Crypt: Demon Knight, Lord of Illusions

1994– Tammy & the T Rex, In the Mouth of Madness, Lurking Fear, Cemetery Man, Death Machine, Brainscan, Nadja

1993– Love Bites, Doppelgänger, Necronomicon, Body Bags, Ed & His Dead Mother, Dark Waters, Skinner, Jack Be Nimble, Ticks, Carnosaur, The Temp

1992– Death Becomes Her, The Vagrant, Tale of a Vampire, The Unnameable II, Innocent Blood, Dr Giggles, Auntie Lee’s Meat Pies, Aswang, Sleepwalkers, Netherworld, Split Second

1991– The Resurrected, The Boneyard, Body Parts, Popcorn, Subspecies, There’s Nothing Out There, Highway to Hell, The Runestone, Cast a Deadly Spell, Children of the Night

1990– Frankenhooker, Fear, Nightbreed, Lisa, Mom, Grim Prairie Tales, Shakma, Pale Blood, Baby Blood, Mirror Mirror, Hardware, Meridian, Def by Temptation, The Vampire Family, Reflecting Skin, Demonia

1989– Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, Nightlife, I Madman, Dr. Caligari, The Black Cat, Paganini Horror, Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge, The Dead Pit, The Phantom of the Opera, Dead Calm, Intruder, The House of Usher

1988– Paperhouse, Spider Labyrinth, Spell Caster, Sorority Babes in the Slime-Bowl-O-Rama, Cellar Dweller, Pin, 976-EVIL, Brain Damage, Rejuvenatrix, Blood Relations, Party Line, The Unnamable, The Wicked

1987– Psychos in Love, Blood Rage, The Caller, Stagefright, Graveyard Shift, American Gothic, Street Trash, From a Whisper to a Scream, Blood Diner

1986– Spookies, Poison for the Fairies, Vamp, Gothic, Deadtime Stories, TerrorVision, Witchboard, Trick or Treat

1985– The Doctor and the Devils, Phenomena, The Stuff

1984– Decoder, The Company of Wolves, Monster Dog, Sole Survivor, Special Effects

1983– The Lift, Wilczyca (She Wolf), Eyes of Fire, House of Long Shadows, The Hunger, Angst, Curtains, Blood Beat, Mortuary, The Keep

1982– Ferat Vampire, Next of Kin, The Sender, Tenebre, One Dark Night, The Living Dead Girl, Superstition, Alone in the Dark, Parasite

1981– The Black Cat, Fear No Evil, Dead & Buried, Possession, Night School, The Monster Club, Allison’s Birthday, Frightmare, Ghost Story, The Funhouse, The Pit, Evilspeak, Strange Behavior, The Nesting

1980– Macabre, Fade to Black, The Ninth Configuration, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

These are all just what I’ve recorded on my personal Letterboxd since I started it in April of 2017, I’ve seen plenty more but tried to just pick possibly less-known stuff, some bad and some good.

[medievalandfantasymelee]

Now that all of Rutger Hauer's characters have been eliminated, it's time to determine by popular vote...

[armandsfangs]

a Devil's Minion playlist / my headcanon timeline of Armand and Daniel's relationship progression from San Francisco to Dubai and further

1. San Francisco 1973

Tell Me I'm Alive - All Time Low

Monster - RIELL, Raven Link

Carnivore - STARSET

7 Minutes in Hell - Against The Current

2. The Start of the Chase

My Stranger - Egzod, RIELL

Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - Concrete Blonde

The Only Time - Nine Inch Nails

Do You Want Me (Dead?) - All Time Low

3. Hatesex or Something More?

Sleeping With a Vampire - Middle And End

Flesh - Simon Curtis

Nightmare - Besomorph, RIELL

Victim - Halflives

Vicious - Bohnes

Killer - The Ready Set

Kiss Me You Animal - Burn The Ballroom

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Bruises & Bitemarks - Good With Grenades

Hate Me - Nico Collins

4. Blood Drinking

Blood - Altessa

Drugs & Candy - All Time Low

Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco

Addict (Pop Goes Metal Cover) - Jacob Takanashi, Dave Capdevielle

5. Obsessive Love

I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy

D is for Dangerous - Arctic Monkeys

What He Don't Know - Anarbor

Dead Man Walking - City Wolf

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Take It - Unknown Brain, ThatBehavior, RIELL, J.O.Y

Blindfold - Sleeping Wolf

Shameless - TommyMuzzic

Skeleton - Set It Off

Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

Six Feet Under The Stars - All Time Low

Messed Up - Once Monsters, Chloe Adams

The Horror Of Our Love - Ludo

To Tell You The Truth - Written By Wolves

6. Daniel's Bella Swan Bitching

I'm Not A Vampire - Falling In Reverse

Telepathic - STARSET

Over and Over - Three Days Grace

For You Forever - Set It Off

7. Paris Proposal & Memory Wipe 1985

champagne problems - Taylor Swift

Filthy Pride - Social Repose

Daylight - Heuse, WOLFHOWL, RIELL

8. Armand Can't Stay Away From Daniel

The Secret To Saying Goodbye - Hot Milk

End In Tragedy - Set It Off

Blood In The Cut - K.Flay

9. Missing Each Other (Subconsciously)

glimpse of us - emlyn

Still Here - Digital Daggers

Ghost - KevinWithAY, 666Linus666, Jjdroy

10. The 2022 Interview (With Armand Pining In The Background)

Silhouette - Aquilo

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Flu Game - Fall Out Boy

Monster Made of Memories - Citizen Soldier

11. Daniel Remembering Devil's Minion Era

From Eden - Hozier

When We Were Young - Andy Black, Juliet Simms

A Love Like War (feat. Vic Fuentes) - All Time Low

The Kintsugi Kid - Fall Out Boy

Some Kind of Disaster - All Time Low

12. Daniel's Turning

The Killing Kind - Marianas Trench

Pretty Venom (Interlude) - All Time Low

The Only Exception - Paramore

The Only One - All Time Low

13. Armand's Absence & Daniel's Vampiric Adolescent Pining

The Only Place I Call Home - Every Avenue

DIE FOR YOU - STARSET

Twin Skeleton's (Hotel In NYC) - Fall Out Boy

Frequency - STARSET

Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy

Every High Has A Come Down - Anarbor

Starlight - STARSET

14. Reunion of the Devil and his Minion

Hymn to Virgil - Hozier

Venice Bitch - Lana Del Rey

Francesca - Hozier

Young and Beautiful - Glass Animals

Take My Pain Away - Anarbor

[theactioneer]

Flesh+Blood (Paul Verhoeven, 1985)

[justcallmejoe]

"You're in my blood." Flesh + Blood (1985) dir. Paul Verhoeven

[sacredwhores]

Paul Verhoeven - Flesh + Blood (1985)

[thepratandtheidiot]

🍿 movie knights 2025 official list ⚔️

[town crier voice] HEAR YE, HEAR YE!

so the deal was originally 52 films, but y'all are great at suggestions and i have apparently missed A LOT of cinema over the years!! hence we're listing an even (and extremely optimistic) 100 titles under the cut, in no apparent order.

what: our noble quest, to watch at least one film every week

when: every friday, i'll post the upcoming week's film(s) and a ✨ lazy review ✨ of the previous week! will also update this post with links once watched

who: me (lars), sometimes theo, anyone else who wants to yap about movies or schedule a watch-along!

and so, without further ado...

in 2025, we're watching:

In Bruges (2008) Wuthering Heights (2011) Gladiator (2000) * The Great Muppet Caper (1981) Silence of the Lambs (1991) The Godfather (1972) Brokeback Mountain (2005) Parasite (2019) Citizen Kane (1941) Reservoir Dogs (1992) There Will Be Blood (2007) 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) The Dictator (1940) Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979) Blazing Saddles (1974) Trainspotting (1996) The Thomas Crown Affair (1968) * Beetlejuice (1988) * Pulp Fiction (1994) Django Unchained (2012) American Psycho (2000) Blackklansman (2018) The Italian Job (1969) ✅ Far From the Madding Crowd (2015) Train to Busan (2016) Challengers (2024) The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari (1920) The Passenger (2023) The Pelican Brief (1993) * Fire Island (2022) * Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022) * A Man For All Seasons (1966) * That Funny Feeling (1965) * Cloud Atlas (2012) * Tigers Are Not Afraid (2017) * Impetigore (2019) * Rope (1948) * Ladyhawke (1985) The Big Sleep (1946) Bringing Up Baby (1938) The Outrun (2024) Moonlight (2016) The Dark Crystal (1982) * My Own Private Idaho (1991) Annihilation (2018) * Pride (2014) Ready or Not (2019) Smilla’s Sense of Snow (1997) * Pather Panchali (1955) Emma (2018) Mona Lisa Smile (2003) * I Saw the TV Glow (2024) The Thin Man (1934) The Secret of Roan Inish (1994) Velvet Goldmine (1998) * Labyrinth (1986) * Victor/Victoria (1982) * Conclave (2024) Ravenous (1999) The Thing (1982) Planet of the Apes (1968) Topper (1937) Psycho (1960) The Lion in Winter (1968) Some Like It Hot (1959) Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) Monkey Man (2024) The Lighthouse (2019) * Nosferatu (2024) * ✅ Prey (2022) Seven Samurai (1954) * ✅ Death on the Nile (1978) ✅ The Shining (1980) Maurice (1987) Space Sweepers (2021) Wings (1927) Flesh and the Devil (1926) Sherlock Jr. (1924) Goodfellas (1990) And Then We Danced (2019) Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) * Interstellar (2014) * 3:10 to Yuma (2007) Rebecca (1940) I’m No Angel (1933) The Court Jester (1955) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990) Bill (2015) Kes (1969) My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994) * The Wedding Banquet (1993) At the Circus (1939) The Old Dark House (1932) The Others (2001) Lisa Frankenstein (2024) The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) * The Martian (2015) * Amsterdam (2022) * God's Own Country (2017)

[boggie-things]

At five years old, Robin Buckley says her favorite color is pink when asked by her kindergarten teacher.

It seems like the right answer, it's what all the other girls say (except for a few who say purple, but Robin thinks of the flowers at her grandma's funeral earlier that year that were a sickly shade a mauve), so it must be hers as well.

She doesn't mind wearing it, but she thinks it's bright, easy to call attention to. She gets scolded in second grade by Tammy Thompson when she says it's really just a shade of red, after that she decides she doesn't like it as much anymore.

In fourth grade she says it's green when her mom asks for a color to paint her room. It's the color of outside and Robin likes to play there.

Her favorite shoes are forest green and she sits in the green section at lunch with her best friend Barabra Holland. It's a good fit.

But in sixth grade Tommy Hagan tells her it's a boy color and if she likes it then she's a boy. And so Robin changes it again. This time it's yellow.

Yellow is a safe color, neither gender seems to claim it and it's the shade of the sheets on her bed where she spends most of her time now that Barbara seems to prefer hanging out with Nancy Wheeler.

Yellow is the color of the stray cat that she feeds eyes and the shade of the lamplight she likes to read under at night.

She changes it to red in tenth grade when she hears Tammy Thompson say she likes it (even though she got mad at Robin for her earlier suggestion of pink being a light shade of it), and she really thinks it's the right one too.

It's the color of her beloved converse and the shade of the only makeup she owns, the scarlet lipstick her aunt got her for her fifteenth birthday.

It's a color of her Scoops uniform and the dry erase marker she uses to mark down Steve Harrington’s numerous fails at flirting.

It's the color of blood staining her shirt and dripping from Steve's face on the Fourth of July, 1985. The color of fireworks being thrown at a monster made up of red flesh and the color of the ambulance lights that flash as she sits in it.

After that she doesn't have a favorite color. It changes whenever someone new asks, alternating between the ones of her past.

It's green to Steve and pink to the mother renting a movie for her daughter. Yellow for Dustin and for a project in English class.

It's never red though.

But then 1986 rolls around and it's suddenly blue. The color of the sky and her favorite shirt is navy. The color of a denim jacket and the waters of Lovers Lake.

The color of Nancy Wheeler’s eyes looking at her in the library. Cerulean in the sun and cobalt as they trek through hell.

Bright azure when reflecting fire and the sparks of flying bullets. Soft maya blue under hospital lights.

They're shining admiral when they meet hers outside the Wheeler house two weeks after it all. Her tears match the rain when they kiss. Baby blue when they finally part.

It's blue when Nancy asks as they lay together in their apartment just outside of Boston. She jokes it's for the ocean that they had visited that summer, but later she tells her it's for her eyes.

It's blue like the ring she proposes with, cheap but full of meaning. Blue like the lilies of the Nile and bellflowers of Nancy's bouquet she tosses in the air.

Sapphire like their daughter's name and the chair Robin sits in when she reads to her. The color of her cookie monster cake for her first birthday and the rims of Nancy's reading glasses.

Blue like the dress she's buried in.

Blue like the flowers on their side by side graves.

[azulghoul]

Fleur de Douleur . . .

Read more about Fleur here!

⚠️ Content warning for mentions of suicide, cannibalism, murder, etc! Take caution before reading!

Basic Information

Name : Fleurine Blanchet

➺ Alias: Fleur de Douleur

Date of Birth: November 2nd, 1985 (Scorpio)

➺ Date of Death: Early 2005 (19 years old)

Gender: Female

➺ Orientation: Unlabeled

Species: Undead Monster (former human)

Birthplace: Everett, Massachussets

Mental

Personality: On the outside, Fleur is cold, collected, and somewhat deadpan. She doesn’t care about other people's emotions unless it directly benefits or harms her. She believes the majority of humans are annoying and interchangeable, preferring to not interact with them unless she’s hungry or needs something.

➺ Acting like this gives her a sense of power and control in a way, something she was deprived of during most of her life back as a human. Occasionally, she may start conflicts out of boredom, getting a kick out of seeing expressed emotions like fear and disgust. She is also manipulative to her victims to some extent, indulging in power trip after power trip as if to feed her past self what it was deprived of - power.

➺ This is all really a front she puts up to hide how deeply insecure and miserable she really is. She has a fear of most relationships, whether they’d be platonic or romantic, due to the possibility of her being vulnerable or manipulated in those dynamics, so she often pushes those people away by being as unapproachable as possible. She has long forgotten what it's like to be human, so she can be socially awkward or potentially perceived as weird in a way when trying to approach people.

Mental Health: Fleur has a lot of issues but no official diagnosis. her family never prioritized her problems growing up so neither does she.

Likes: Fleur likes gore, particularly human gore, typical of her diet. She craves the life sustenance of humans and needs it to live, and that often comes in the form of their blood and vital organs. She also likes feeling powerful over others. It’s what she was deprived of in her human life and now that she’s a monster - she just can’t get enough! Science is another notable interest, especially biology, the study of life. It’s an interest she’s had as a human and hasn’t quite let go of it. She is also quite interested in what happens after death. And cats. Fleur has a slight soft spot for cats.

Dislikes: Fleur hates people - Beyond her trust issues, she’s quite a social recluse and does not like public spaces. She also hates feeling ‘weak’ compared to anyone since strength over people is what brings her stability, without it, it’s as if everything falls apart.

Hobbies: Fleur enjoys hiding in her basement and trying to distract herself from her soul crushing reality as much as possible, which can include oversleeping, frequently getting lost in thought, reading books or watching tv, etc. Anything that serves as a decent distraction for the time being.

Physical

Appearence: At 4'8" and 170 lbs, this bringer of suffering is notably short and overweight. Her complexion is a deep brown and her black hair is in shoulder length locs.

➺ Her most prominent non-human characteristic are her yellow sclera, her irises drowning in its glow when she feels particulary hungry or enraged. Her teeth are also notably sharp, ideal for piercing human flesh.

➺ In terms of dress, she typically wears baggy, loose fitted clothing, with few accessories besides occasional necklaces or wallet chains. She rarely, if ever, wears skirts, dresses, or clothing of a more feminine, tight fitted, or revealing nature.

Health: Physical health is mostly fine, though tends to worsen when she doesn’t eat enough people. She’s also incredibly sensitive to foods outside of her normal diet of raw meat and flesh, though more on that later.

➺ Fleur has an irregular pulse that either never beats or beats very faintly. However, when feeling strong emotions like fear or excitement, her heartbeat quickens to the pace of a normal human.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths: One notable strength would have to be her intelligence. Fleur was educated prior to her death, and performed well academically. A lot of people underestimate her intelligence due to her short temper and general mannerisms, under the assumption that her irritability makes her inherently stupid when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

➺ It allows her to take further advantage of potential victims because of what they cannot seem to predict. Another quality would have to be her ability to pick up on manipulation tactics. She’s all too familiar - especially as a former victim and a current perpetrator.

Weaknesses: Fleur has extreme trust issues and seems to be sketched out whenever people are even remotely non-hostile towards her. This may be because she’s seemed to never experience a relationship without a power imbalance. She’s known abuse all too well, and this unhealthy way of coping negatively impacts her relationships and leaves her quite lonely.

➺ Of course, she’ll never admit she wants to feel wanted for once - trying to emotionally cut herself off from everyone and reminding herself that humans are all the same - greedy little vermin that are only good in servitude or her stomach.

Abilities: In part to being undead, she can withstand a lot of injuries and situations that would typically kill a normal person. Of course, there are a few exceptions - starvation, decapitation, and disembowelment can each put an end to her lifespan.

➺ Fleur can grow back lost limbs/organs, but there is a bit of a catch - whatever damage occurs on the previous part shows up on the newly formed part. For example, if she loses a finger and it gets burned after it is seperated, then her new finger will have burn scars. How fast this recovery happens depends on severity and how much she’s eaten prior to the injury, ranging from a few hours to several months.

➺ Fleur can psychologically twist her victims into hollow, obedient shells of what they once were, placing deranged and intrusive thoughts into their heads, further making them spiral into mindlessness with desires that are not their own. It’s possible to resist these thoughts or to fight back, but the more fear someone feels, the more susceptible they are to it. This is also reversible, but after a prolonged period of time like over a day, it will become permanent

Drawbacks: Fleur cannot digest human food, and it makes her repulsed and sick. In small quantities it can give her headaches or nausea, but in larger quantities it can render her gravely ill. Symptoms of grave illness may include feverish bodily temperature, frequent vomiting and other digestive issues, whole body weakness and fatigue, temporary loss of hearing or vision, extreme pain in head and stomach, a lot of fever and flu like symptoms. The only human foods she can eat without these effects are raw meat and water.

➺ Fleur’s human diet has a few drawbacks on its own. If she goes too long without eating, she may black out and attack whoever’s closest out of hunger. She may also start feeling sick when she doesn’t eat, occasionally to a debilitating extent. Human flesh also has addictive properties and it may lead her to impulsively binge just to get a quick dopamine rush.

➺ Fleur has hurt herself by accident with her own monstrous attributes on more than one occasion. She also has to file down her teeth from time to time to keep them from cutting her mouth.

➺ Although this has nothing to do with anything supernatural, Fleur also cannot run very fast. She’s used to tackling her victims with her sheer strength and using her manipulation abilities, chasing people is not her strong suit.

Lore and Relationships

Backstory: The 2023 version (5.3k words) can be read here but it's outdated. The rewrite will come sometime in 2025 mayhaps.

Family: Florence's parents were rather strict, limiting her personal freedoms to an extended degree and prioritizing her education. Being the eldest daughter and the second eldest of five, she had frequent responsibilities. Unfortunately, she was rather under-appreciated for her contributions and moments of praise from her parents, or a lot of authority figures in her life, were rare.

➺ Her parents generally seemed to be more biased towards their sons over their daughters. They held higher standards for their sons, expecting them to fulfill these academically successful, overall dominant roles in life, but they received more attention overall.

➺ Because of her parents, she's grown a strong dislike for higher powers and authority figures. She prefers living freely without restrictions on her behavior, how she presents herself, etc.

Significant Other(s): Fleur was essentially friendless throughout her childhood, both her parents’ restrictions and her reserved behavior contributing to this. Florence’s first ‘boyfriend’ was someone who initially asked her out as a joke, viewing her as a complete loser desperate for any and all attention, prioritizing her studies and familial approval over everything else. He used her to do things like chores and homework for him, in exchange for attention. Florence, never being in a healthy relationship before, was essentially devoting herself to him simply because he gave her remotely positive attention.

➺ He behaved terribly to most people around him, his parents being doormats and letting him do anything he wanted, which Fleur envied in a way. He had some degree of power in a way, something she never really had. She absorbed a lot of his terrible traits and habits, idealizing him in a way, many of which she still has today. After her suicide, he felt guilty for contributing to it and he was shunned from her family and the majority of his friends and family, being viewed as irredeemable and terrible in their eyes.

➺ Coming back as a possessed vessel, she convinced him that he didn’t need any of those people anyway, and that she’ll still care about him regardless, despite being completely over him and fallen out of love. He felt as though the only true way of making up for her would be to serve her. Taking advantage of his terrible mental state and making him entirely devoted to her, she got her first taste of power, something she’ll remain covetous for eternally. He spent the rest of his life working for her, killing people off for her as food, sacrificing organs and parts of his body for her to eat, and buying her material things.

Extra Notes

➺ Fleur currently lives in a house belonging to an older couple, both of whom are controlled by her. Her income is whatever money they earn when they work. She hides away in their typically locked basement, and whatever guests they have over are typically unaware she exists.

➺ Fleur rarely uses weapons, relying mainly on telepathically manipulating her victims into killing for her, killing themselves, or letting her kill them. But on occasion, she may use the closest objects to her (ie rocks, knives, etc).

➺ A lot of the clothes Fleur wears were either bought by the people she lives with or were stolen from past victims. She might even kill someone for the sole purpose of stealing their clothes if she likes their fit enough.

➺ Fleur actually has a strong repulsion for romance-related media, whether it would be music, movies, etc. she just can't stand those sorts of topics. She hates the idea of it all, finding it gross and tacky, as well as unfitting for someone like her. It might potentially be out of bitterness that she's never been in a healthy relationship before

➺ Fleur is actually one hell of an ugly crier. Like full on loud shrieking sobs, choking up, puffy eyes, and tears and snot running down her face. She doesn't like the idea of being viewed as weak so it's rare to see her like this unless she's truly terrified beyond comprehension.

➺ 'Fleur' means flower in French. 'De Douleur' means 'from/of pain'. The flower part of her name represents how she blossomed into something new, how she arose from the grave, rising from the dirt (as flowers do). 'From pain' shows *what* caused this sudden change (the pain of her experience). The 'de' part makes it even better due to its double meaning (it can also mean 'of') and being a 'Flower of pain' means she is no longer just someone who suffered, but now a bringer of suffering.

➺ Fleur rarely, if ever, kills children. Not out of any sense of morality or remorse, but because she just finds children annoying and would prefer to avoid the trouble of going near one. Also they're small and don't provide her much nutrients anyway.

➺ Due to being a monster, Fleur has enhanced senses. One of them being smell, allowing her to find her prey easier. Fleur can also literally smell fear off of a person, giving her an indication of how vulnerable they are. But having an enhanced sense of smell isn't always a good thing, since there are things she'd rather not pick up on.

➺ Fleur cannot get new piercings because her body would treat it like a wound due to her healing abilities. A piercing would last for maybe a day at most before her body rejects the piercing and leaves her skin looking untouched, as if she never got it at all. The only exception to this rule are her earlobe piercings because she got them done before she became a monster.