#just a little unsane

[sevicia]

My sister's bf is sleeping over tonight w/ her at our granma's house (gma is at the beach lol) and they just went there with Mila following them but my sister came to like, make her sleep here instead cause she's afraid Mila will just poop in my gma's house in the middle of the night 😭😭😭 so now she's just sat in front of the closed door whining... oh the cruelty....

[renemesis]

BRO DID I BITE THE INSIDE OF MY MOUTH SO HARD DURING MY PANIC EARLY THAT IT CAUSED A CYST TO FORM?!? WHAT IN THE WORLD....

[irishmammonagenda]

PLEASE MORE MICHAEL CONTENT I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING U CRYING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLESASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

-yk who 😞

i do know who😈😈‼️‼️‼️

i love writing michael sm heehee anyway thanks for the ask pooks 🫶🫶🫶

grma <3

Unsane Uncles-An Obey Me x Reader

Summary: Michael realises some shocking news, has a crisis, as per usual, chaos ensues. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: nothing I don't think, for anyone that doesnt know, i headcannon michael as lucifers twin, this was written with my 'Death is a Debatable Thing' Au in mind, but it can be read as a stand alone <3

post dividers by @saradika-graphics

The café was quaint, quiet and out of the way. It had been ages since you'd last visited the Human Realm. The soft sounds of chatter and cutlery clinking created a calm atmosphere. Well calm for the most part.

Michael sat on the chair opposite to yours looking quite frazzled. His white button down rolled up to just above the elbows and a few of the topmost buttons undone. His long golden curls done up in a messy plait, nonconforming strands coiling around his unusually antsy face. Long dexterous fingers wrap around his coffee mug, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip before setting it down with a little too much force. You watch the scene amusedly.

“I just- I don’t know what to do!” he runs a hand through his hair, looking up at you with stressed, ruby red eyes. "I mean?- Is it too late to give my congratulations?!...Or a push present?!"

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, the Archangel notices. "This is serious MC! I am the worst uncle ever!"

You tilt your head, "Did you not think it was strange when the brothers first fell that Satan just kind of poofed into existence?"

Michael gives a thoughtful look, before making a 'meh' face and shrugging his shoulders. "I kind of just thought Satan was a low ranking angel that fell with the actual memorable ones, and that I had just... never cared to learn his name before he fell."

"You didn't ask?" You take a sip of your warm drink, revelling in how satisfying the hot liquid felt when it hit the back of your throat and warmed you up from the inside, especially as it was fucking baltic outside.

"Yes." Michael smiles sarcastically, "Because taking a trip down to the Devildom straight after the Celestial War to ask about the demon who kept biting people and snarling would've gone great for me."

"Touché." You grin. Michael's expression falls back from sarcastic to strained, his gorgeous features bathed in stress.

"But seriously MC! I've missed out on centuries as an uncle! That's so many birthdays! Luke must think I'm a deadbeat! I already act like I'm a divorced dad with visitation rights because I can't visit very often!"

You snort. "I don't think Luke knows."

Michael sinks into his seat, "Oh thank Father."

He stays there for a moment, the soft golden glow of the café lights on his dark skin so similar to the aureate ambiance of the Celestial Realm that you almost forget that you're back in the human world. He flutters his eyes closed, a hand over his brow in what can only be described as a himbo-ified imitation of a sickly Victorian woman saying something along the lines of 'Woe is I!" after finding out poor people actually have feelings. What a fucking drama king. You hold back a snort. Michael groans before swinging back up like a jack-in-the-box, his usual cheerful yet cheeky smile on his handsome face, he joins his hands together as he rests his arms on the wooden table, as if completely oblivious to the complete 180 he had turned. "So! MC, have I ever told you about the time Lucifer ran into a glass door in the Celestial Realm?"

You shake your head, grinning mischieviously, "I don't think you have!"

Hours Later, down in the Devildom, in RAD's royal library, Satan sneezed. He paused for a moment more before folding his handkerchief up and putting it back in his pocket, making a mental note to wash it when he got back to the House of Lamentation.

He groans, arching his back and stretching his arms out in an attempt to weave out any knots in his muscles. He'd been in the library since school had ended. Still unable to shake the feeling something was going to happen, Satan got up off of his chair, packed his books away, and made the journey home.

Walking alone through the cobbled streets of the Realm was calming and peaceful. Halfway through his siúl suaimneach, he comes face to face with a gathering of the stray cats he'd normally feed.

The Avatar of Wrath coos at them, hunkering down and reaching into his bag for some of the cat treats he'd normally kept in there. "Aww..." He mutters, speaking in a baby voice to the cats, scratching an old tabby's fur. "You've gotten so big, Purrsephone!" He scritches underneath the young cats chin, smiling as she purrs and remembering fondly when the cat was just a small kitten trailing behind her mother like a second, small adorable shadow.

As he pulls out the bag of treats onehanded, the symphony of meowing reaches a polyphonic crescendo, cats and kittens of all shapes, colours and sizes scramble towards Satan with more purpose now, all meowing for food. He chuckles, indulging the felines, petting them as they nibble and chew on the kitty treats.

Unbeknownst to the Avatar of Wrath, a good quarter of a mile away from where he congregated with the cats, a certain Archangel and his accomplice stood hiding in an alleyway.

In the shadows of the alleyway, Michael was clumsily putting on his batman mask. He already had a matching batman suit and cape on, you however were much more serious, and were dressed up as Robin.

"Michael." You hiss exasperatedly. "You seriously can't think that sneaking up on the Avatar of Wrath is a good idea!"

Michael merely waved you off with one hand, his other carrying his 'surprise for his most favouritest nephew in the three realms' as he'd deemed it. "Besides MC is worst comes to worst, you can just pop out!"

You nod. "Good point. "You face breaks into a grin matching Michael's, "This is going to be fun to watch."

Michael goes to say something before you both hear footsteps, your eyes widen. "Oh shit...he's coming..."

Quickly you dart behind the dumpsters, Michael moves to the wall of the alleyway. Holding his breath as he listens to the footsteps of a certain green-eyed demon.

After having petted the cats, Satan got up and begrudgingly left them in order to continue his journey home.

Lost in his thoughts, he can't help but feel as if something is watching him, thinking its just his imagination, he walks on. Who would be stupid enough to sneak up on the Avatar of Wrath?

An idiot in a batman costume apparently.

Satan jumped as the lunatic hopped out from the alleyway, hands behind his back.

"Psst! Kid!" The stranger in the batman costume says, ruby red eyes that reminded him of Lucifer staring at him. "I have a surprise for you!"

Satan's tail whips around his legs, on the defensive. "I'm not a kid." He says coldly. "And what surprise?"

"Heeheehee." The strange man giggles, before taking his hands away from where they were behind his back and revealling a small tiny little kitten, fur as dark as night, with an emerald green bow wrapped loosely around its little neck, having been jostled, the tiny creature meows in protest, big green eyes blinking sleepily. Satan's harsh, mistrusting glare softens as he looks at the kitten, moving to take it out of the strangers hands before his eyes narrow.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch?" 'Batman' says indignantly, as if Satan had gravely offended him. "The catch? How dare you! There is no catch! Can't an uncle give his nephew a present to make up for millennia upon millennia of missed birthdays?!"

Satan blinks. "It's March. It's nowhere near my birthday. And Uncle?" Green eyes narrow again. "I don't have any uncles."

The stranger sticks his tongue out. "Blah blah blah. You are just like your father. Take the fucking cat or I'm telling everyone that you're secretly Lucifer's son."

A vein pops on Satan's head. "Excuse me?!"

The stranger chuckles nervously upon sensing Satan's wrath bubble like magma beneath the surface of his skin, ready to boil over and erupt. When Satan's eyes flashed dangerously the stranger spluttered out. "Oh shit....! Uhhh....Cat Attack!!!" That was the only warning Satan got before the tiny kitten was shoved gently but firmly into his hands, his eyes immedietely softened, the rage slowed down from a boil as he looked into the soft innocent eyes of the kittykat.

He looked up at the stranger, who in his frenzy, had lost his batman mask. Ruby red eyes and golden curls tied in french plaits and tucked into the rest of the suit greeted him. Unholy fuck. Was that Archangel Michael.

The Archangel grins at him, "Enjoy your gift! Tell Lucikins I said hi! Oh and also the cats a girl, you can name her! Come visit your favourite uncle soon! Byebye!" Michael shouts to him, before he turns around, and fucking books it, sprinting away from the Avatar of Wrath at a speed that could rival Mammon running from Lucifer.

Satan stood shellshocked by the whole ordeal having acquired a tiny kitten and an uncle who needed to be institutionalised.

He grinned down at the kitten, "I'm gonna call you Dorcha."

Judging by the small creatures tiny meow, he'd gamble that she liked that name.

A/N: im so sorry this is so short, ive been busy w irl stuff, but this was a fun ask <3

also dorcha is sort of pronounced 'door-ah-ha' but you sort of say the 'ch' with your throat, idk how to explain it, but it means 'dark' 💗💗

siúl suaimhneach (shoe-el soo-ehve-neyak, except dont pronounce the 'ch' as a 'keh' and pronounce it liek gutturally!!!) it means 'peaceful walk' but suaimhneach can also mean tranquil or quiet

[tayaalovsx]

౨ৎ|INTIMATE TIME

author here!; BASICALLY I AM A FAN OF THE INTIMATE TIME (scared of it truly) SO YES I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS! read at ur own risk

warnings!; suggestive themes, haven't written pure smut, since oh well not a fan, fan

prompt!; 'let me give you a good time, sugar'

-

Touya was never the one to seek physical affection. He hated to be touched, to touch people was okay, but not when they did it back. He was confused as to why some women liked him, truly, but he didn't mention it.

Lately this one woman, who has been part of his everyday schedule was way too irresistible. She always wore lip gloss, pink color. He could taste the strawberries on his tongue. Her hair was blondish to brown, very silk. It was clear she took care of herself, judging by how perfectly her body proportions were.

Her tights, they were big, just how he would like it. When she stood up they would lightly move as her butt swayed side to side. She had the perfect cat walk, and her posture was the most amazing thing on her. The way her arms, were not thin, but not and fat. She was perfect, tick and so very beautiful.

The tattoo on her chest always made an excuse for him to take a look of her breasts. She had noticed him, as every woman would and called him a creep but he didn't care. It made her even more attractive.

One day, everyone were off with their day. Touya, was ready to go on with his day per usual, but what caught his eyes, was the fact she has not moved an inch from the shared bar, sitting, her legs crossed over one another, as she chewed a gum, creating a bubble from time to time.

"Got nothing to do?" he asked her, making the girl turn to him. All this time she has seen him as a very...unsane person. He wasn't a man who should be trusted and she knew it. To answer his question was a very easy task, yet she took it under big thinking

"Not really, what about you burned guy? Got any other sages to throw out?" She asked right back shutting off her phone turning her attention right on him. Her words should have made him to snap at her, comment worse on her own appearance but he didn't.

"Very funny. But no, I really don't have anything to do" It was a lie. Lying through his teeth, Touya seated himself beside her. She only raised her eye brow, before letting out a scoff

"Yeah sure, and I am Santa Claus" she mumbled annoyed, before opening her phone again. By the lack of attention, Touya frowned, his eye brows scrunching up as he just narrowed his eyes at her.

"You look like him" he let the words slip from his lips. Her eyes shot to him and she put down her phone.

"What did you say to me, burned chicken? Did you breathe more marijuana then usual?" She snapped at him, her words sharp. She meant them, and it was not going to be a surprise for Touya to get offended. But he didn't instead he leaned on to his palm and looked at her in somekind love stuck stare

"I love it when you insult people. You look so sexy" he said simply, a small grin on his face. That left her stunned as she stood still for a moment debating as to where to turn this conversation to.

"Sexy? Are you hearing yourself?" She asked in disbelief. He only chuckled and moved closer to her, making the woman in front of him to take a little turn back. He only clicked his tongue and got off the chair, spinning her own, so that she could face him

"Listen, sugar. I have been craving you. For your body, for your personality, for you. I want you, to get with me, back to my room, and scream my name. Screw the relationship beforehand, I want you" He spoke his voice serious, yet filled with mischief.

She stood stunned her words caught in her throat as she didn't know how to react. He only hummed and held her waist as he pulled her over his shoulder. Putting his hand on the end of her butt he patted it lightly, feeling her wiggle

"Let me go! I never agreed!"

"You didn't disagree" he shot back and carried her off to his room. "Let me show you a good time, sugar"

"Fuck you!"

"In a minute"

𝜗𝜚! lover girl xoxo

[blackjackkent]

Hector lands on the final platform with a grunt and looks towards Balthazar and the woman caged in front of him.

The woman is pale as a ghost, even to her hair and her eyes. Her face is heavily scarred and her clothes ragged and torn. She glances at Hector with disinterest, but her gaze, and her ire, is primarily reserved for Balthazar, who is standing before her with a look of casual cruelty.

"Balthazar," the woman snaps. "Come to add more bars to my cage. Or perhaps to lead this would-be Justiciar's blade directly to my heart?"

She gestures, indicating Hector, and he flinches away from the assertion. Shadowheart is the one here to become a Justiciar; to be considered the petitioner himself is anathema. (And indeed, out of the corner of his eye, he can see Shadowheart surging forward to claim her rightful reward - but he puts an arm out across her chest, blocking her. They cannot speak yet; there is more to be heard.)

The woman's eyes flash back to Balthazar, and she lunges in his direction against the edge of the sigil holding her - and pale green spectral hands grasp at her, pulling her back, holding her still.

"I invite you," she snarls. "Heap more sins upon your head. My retribution will be all the sweeter for them."

Balthazar smiles coolly, unfazed by her impotent rage. "All this time," he murmurs, "and you still fail to appreciate the gifts I bestowed on you, Aylin. Sad, to see a thing of beauty not recognize its own worth." He circles the edge of the sigil, eyeing her like a particularly fascinating caged beast. "But General Thorm... *he* appreciates you. And he wants you close at hand, so I am here to whisk you back to him."

The Nightsong - Aylin? - struggles against her bonds, and the snarl on her face turns sardonic. "Ketheric. I welcome the sight of him, after these hundred years - he whose immortality I supply with my very soul."

Hector goes very still. His eyes flick sideways to Shadowheart and he sees that she has registered the meaning of these words as well. There is so much more at work here than the Justiciar trial, something that ties to the heart of everything they are struggling against.

This woman cannot be allowed to return to Thorm - at any cost.

Balthazar's smile loses some of its cool humor. "*General* Thorm," he repeats icily. "I'm sure you'll be on your best behavior for him, but just in case, I've taken some precautions."

He turns casually to Hector, seemingly unaware of the monk's distaste for the entire situation. "Keep back. It will take quite some concentration to secure Aylin for her little journey."

Hector draws a slow breath, trying to calm the racing of his mind enough to think, to decide on a plan. "Wait," he says, stalling for time. "The Nightsong is a person?"

Balthazar laughs.

"Person? Please. You insult her. You insult *me*. Aylin is so much more than that. She is an aasimar, bound to a soulcage of my creation and lending her immortal strength to General Thorm. Her power, his will, and my genius - an unsurpassable feat."

Hector feels a chill go through him. An aasimar - one touched by celestial blood, beyond human - trapped in this place for the century that Thorm has been immortal, mocked by this blasphemous cruelty for decades...

"Ramblings most unsane," Aylin sneers, uncowed even after such torment. "Poor Balthazar, for maggots ate his brain long ago."

"Hold your tongue, Aylin," Balthazar snaps coldly. "Or I'll take it away from you again." He turns to look at Hector, and the veneer of calm authority begins to slip in favor of irritation. "And you - no more questions. No more interference."

Hector flicks his eyes to his companions; all of them have shoulders set, eyes narrowed. He knows they all see the truth of the situation as clearly as he does. This can't be allowed to happen. And there is no way Balthazar will be dissuaded from his plans with anything other than violence.

Subtly he shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet, into the steady central stance ready to leap in any direction. Hidden by his crossed arms, his hands clench into fists.

"If she's the reason Ketheric Thorm is invulnerable," he says, voice steady and hard as steel, "you're not taking her. Leave, or you're a dead man."

Balthazar turns slowly towards him, and any pretense of pleasantry vanishes from him. His eyes are black coal flared with embers.

"Dead man," he murmurs. "You haven't been paying attention, have you? Perhaps I'll revive your carcass and add you to my retinue. Then you'll have all the time in the world to think on your mistakes!"

With astonishing speed for his bulk, he darts backwards, flaring with necromantic magic, and all around them, the strewn forms of the dead begin to rise.

Oh boy.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

could I request

Hear me out

Yandere telltale riddler headcanons? I feel like he would be absolutely terrifying

THIS OLD MAN IS GONNA MAKE MAN SOOOOOO UNSANE

Kk

Yandere Telltale Riddler x reader

Tw: kidnapping, surveillance, branding, punishment reward system, nonsexual, withholding

•First and foremost this man knows there is a need for comfort and he is willing to give it to you, if you obey. Obeying can be something simple to complex, and he’s someone to slowly deprive and even more slowly reward. Lest you obey from the beginning.

•He’s a very quiet sort of danger, and he’d let his general distaste for any attitude slip on by until he’s able to make his point.

•In regard to punishment one of his favorites is branding. In his mind branding is the clearest way of making sure you know who exactly you’re dealing with. It doesn’t happen often but for mistakes you must learn and learning clearly doesn’t come easy.

•As bossy as he is towards anyone else he’s open enough to you. He asks for advice and options, and sits down, and shuts up like a proper gentleman at least with you. He tries to make what he does somewhat natural.

•As hes ran the criminal underground for quite some time he’s got leverage everywhere in Gotham. He has eyes to keep on you even when you don’t suspect. If you managed to escape you’d be back faster than you could snap a belt across someone’s face.

•He would prefer if you treated the relationship as a spouse would in any case. Like an old married couple, just reminded of the rules of marriage.

•Being the king of puzzles is no joke, as his more playful moods bring out this side of him. This means that he’ll hide things or hold them out of comfortable reach to until you answer him. This ranges from a cookie to clothing, and can be outrageously tricky to answer. The longest time this had lasted was when he hid your cat in his study for two days until you cried because you thought he got lost. That’s what had your husband caving and bringing the precious little thing out unscathed (and over fed because Eddie might like that cat a smidge more than you’d expect.)

[sigmaelxgr]

(Quick sketch of my baby-vampire)

Valestair

Valestair is a young vampire - its been a few years that he has been bitten, died and returned as a night creature. As a teenage mer raised in poverty, he has a strong sens of what is crucial and what's not - he has a lot of brothers and sisters, which is very rare coming from Altmers. He knew harsh days overcame through unconditional support and sacrifices for the group, respects his parents more than anyone on Nirn and planned to be part of the House of Reveries as an artist when older. Kidnapped, bitten then killed when he was out to work on his skills, his sudden disappearence worried his family but not the authorities. His siblings seeked after him and found out the cave he hid in, then chose to protect him as his first state of transition was so unstable he couldn't think, talk nor walk by himself. Terrorized but deeply concerned for his well-being, Qualixte, his older sister, chose to feed him with the blood coming from her palms while Qlipho'th, oldest of brothers, found the strength to adress their parents about that. The choice has been made to keep an eye on him through his new state, as he remains their loved Valestair. They chose however to organize funerals to "fake" his "death" and gave him an official opportunity to escape and live in peace. During so, Qualixte kept feeding him and caring for him until the Coalescence began and splitted them apart. Their family still remains, Vale still sends letters to his older brother and everybody keeps him in their heart even if they cannot share a meal anymore.

Young mer on a lot of aspects, Valestair is so attached to the values of his family that he first tried to refute his new nature and stood as much as possible loyal to his education, including ancestors and religion. He expected not to be cured by his faith but wanted firmly to honor his parents, proud of himself as a child of a loving family, proud of what his kin taught him to be and proud to remain as human as possible. Doing so, he's quite a headstrong mer with intricated and intense feelings but has a "little brother" global demeanor that is as refreshing that it gets on many nerves.

His vampire nature brings him a lot of pain and he hates having to feed or to be part of rituals that he finds unsane. Valestair often throws up right after drinking because of his disgust for the texture of blood itself or because of self-hatred toward the very act of feeding. Kind of a sweet-hearted mer, sensitive and pure-willing, killing is something that devastates him. He however shows promising hunting instincts that grows sharper and sharper as Thirst increases.

He can smell mortals around at an indecent distance, hear steps, breaths and heartbeats, stalk a prey without tiring during hours... And has a potential that other vampires try to emphasize, expecting him to embrace his nature and finally consider himself as a part of their kind. Doing so, they would help Valestair to accept his new self and to experiment less pain coming from the transition between life and undeath.

As he sometimes refuses to feed, Vale is very often suffering of hunger, dementia and fears mortals that embers the Thirst just by their presence. He, then, becomes extremely anxious when exposed to newcomers and acts heavily panicked when his instincts trigger. When too starving, he progressively loses his mortal habits (like breathing, sleeping, drinking water) and becomes more and more like a walking corpse. He often enters in this state when hunting - since hunt is always his last resort. To cover his smell, that is his most-developped sens, he appears wearing a mask that he fills with cloves as to overwhelm his own nose.

[dustedmagazine]

Oozing Wound — We Cater to Cowards (Thrill Jockey)

Photo by Evan Jenkins

We Cater To Cowards by Oozing Wound

We Cater to Cowards is the fifth LP from Oozing Wound, appearing 11 years (say what?) down the road from the festival of thrashy hilarity that was Vape and Pillage, the band’s initial release. Back then, tunes like “Autopsy Turvy” formulated the ambivalent mix of headlong energy and smartassery that has consistently and sometimes irritatingly informed their music. The band can craft absolutely riveting experiences (“Hippie Speedball,” for instance, is flat-out terrific) but they have been just as ready to churn out cheap pastiche clad in flashy soloing and mean-spirited snark. As on their previous record, High Anxiety (2019), there’s still plenty of nod-and-wink irony in the semiotics of We Cater to Cowards; check out some of the song titles: “The Good Times (I Don’t Miss ’Em),” “Between Cults,” “Midlife Crisis Actor” (which is pretty funny). But also, like High Anxiety, the clowning is shot through with moments of more gravid character. There’s less petty derision and more emotionally hefty drama. Sonically speaking, this is a different Oozing Wound. We Cater to Cowards is a noise rock record.

That’s not exactly revelatory — the band has always been noisy. But their signature blend of top-speed thrashy chops and a punk-ish ethos has issued in a fairly familiar problem. For the genre-bound true believers, Oozing Wound’s records have been too metal for the punks and too punk for the heads. It would speculate overmuch to assert that the noise-rocking strut of We Cater to Cowards gestures toward a heavy-music third way, a new musical tactic seeking to solve Oozing Wound’s scenester dilemma. Likely the midtempo pace and thumping riffs around which most of the record coheres just felt right to longtime collaborators Zack Weil, Kevin Cribbin and Kyle Reynolds, as they wrote and played the songs. 

Whatever the motivations, it’s certainly the case that “The Good Times (I Don’t Miss Em)” sounds remarkably like Steel Pole Bath Tub, c. 1990. The more impressive trick Oozing Wound pulls off is that the song simultaneously sounds like an organic outgrowth of tunes like “Tween Shitbag” and “Filth Chisel” from High Anxiety. A little slower, a little dirtier, but possessed of the same mean streak and informed by a similar interest in excoriating the band’s own contributions to our current conjuncture. On “Total Existence Failure,” Weil snarls, “I’m the king of cultural waste / On a franchised throne across the space / That binds the world…” There’s more Scratch Acid in that sentiment than there is Anthrax, or even MOD. More notable here is the fact that We Cater to Cowards is a satisfying and sometimes thrilling record. Particularly in its final third, it finds a snarling, crunching groove that slots alongside the general feeling of our current socio-political conjuncture. “Midlife Crisis Actor” and “Old Sludge” are by turns sizzling and pummeling acts of musical mortification. 

An ironic distance from the ugliness represented in the songs was an intrinsic element of the early 1990s’ peak noise-rock moment, populated by bands that had learned their craft from Big Black and the Butthole Surfers. Unsane and Cows were great bands that put out some great records, but they lived and died by the grossout. On songs like “Bank Account Anxiety,” the first and best track on We Cater to Cowards, Oozing Wound seems to be evolving beyond the sniggering takedown. That’s a good thing. The songs still hit hard, and the ideas are hitting harder. 

Jonathan Shaw

[savage-radio-3way-fm]

Episode 027 - The Detroit Cobras

Fun Things - Savage

Henrietta Collins & The Wifebeating Childhaters - Drive By Shooting Henrietta Collins & The Wifebeating Childhaters - Ex Lion Tamer (Wire) Rollins Band - Low Self Opinion

Sepultura - Roots Bloody Roots Godflesh - Like Rats Entombed - March Of The S.O.D. / Sargeant D And The S.O.D. (S.O.D.)

Pissed Jeans - Sixty Two Thousand Dollars In Debt Pissed Jeans - The Bar Is Low Unsane - My Right

Anti Nowhere League - Streets Of London Anti Nowhere League - I Hate People The Nubs - Job

Budd - Chopsumfuckinwood Stepmother - Waiting For The Axe

Detroit Cobras - Village Of Love (Nathaniel Meyer) Detroit Cobras - Cha Cha Twist (Brice Coefiled) Detroit Cobras - I'll Keep Holding On (Marvelettes) Detroit Cobras - Putty (In Your Hands) (The Shirelles)

Detroit Cobras - Ain't It A Shame (? And The Mysterians) Detroit Cobras - Can't Do Without You (Dusty Wilson) Detroit Cobras - Hittin' On Nothing (Irma Thomas)

Detroit Cobras - Hey Say La Nay (Mickey Lee Lane) Detroit Cobras - He Did It (Jackie Deshanon) Detroit Cobras - It's Raining (Irma Thomas) Detroit Cobras - Boss Lady (Davis Jones & The Fenders)

Detroit Cobras - My Baby Loves The Secret Agent (Olympics) Detroit Cobras - 99 And Half Just Won't Do (Sister Rosetta Tharpe)

Detroit Cobras - Slippin' Around (Clarence Carter) Detroit Cobras - I Wanna Hooler (But The Towns Too Small) (Gary US Bonds) Detroit Cobras - Baby Let Me Hold Your Hand (Hoagy Lands) Detroit Cobras - Hot Dog (Watch Me Eat)

Detroit Cobras - As Long As I Have You (Garnett Mimms) Detroit Cobras - Nothing But Heartache (Billy Martin & The Soul Jets) Detroit Cobras - If You Don't Think (James Brown) Detroit Cobras - Leave My Kitten Alone (Little Willie John) Detroit Cobras - (I Wanna Know) What's Going On (Dr John)

Detroit Cobras - Feel Good

https://omny.fm/shows/savage/savage-podcast-29-2-2024

[juniperhillpatient]

broke: mentally ill people are scArY oh nooo insane asylums are always filled with icky mentally ill people who want to mindlessly kill

woke: basing your horror around the genuinely horrific way mentally ill people have been treated in mental health facilities historically and the bad shit that still happens there as well as the way mentally ill people aren't taken seriously which opens up almost infinite possibilities for them to be the protagonists in your horror

[king-crane]

fear state sucks for a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to:

completely destroying any and all subtlety that many of these characters, especially crane and batman, have had

reducing jervis tetch to the dude who everyone swindled tech from

“unsanity collective” excuse me the word insanity is right there

extreme ableism against babs because of course 

HELLO?? WHY DOES CRANE LOOK LIKE A YOUNG BOY UNDER HIS COSTUME??? A CHILD.

“let the batman die” yeah okay as if crane would ever let the greatest symbol of fear in gotham, perhaps the entire eastern seaboard, just “die” in order to make gotham evolve.

you know what fear state does RIGHT?

costume and character design and artwork. even then there are exceptions. as soon as you take scarecrow’s mask off he loses any intimidation factor -- which i guess is still a common theme in other batman media because without the mask who are you, nobody cared who i was until i put on the mask, etc. etc. but still disappointing

my favorite thing about the ark games depictions of crane is how absolutely unhinged and feral his initial design is, and how after being scarred and mauled by croc, he literally gets surgery to make it permanent. he never voluntarily takes off the mask as far as i can tell, and at times you can’t even tell where the mask ends and his face begins.

anyways just a little ramble

[battinsonrobert-archivess]

"i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it" + dealer's choice 🦋

title: for five minutes characters: claudia daviau, alexander roscoe notes: basically, alexander time traveled by accident a while back and the last time cloud saw him, he was dead. and like, they were married around the time of his disappearance and had a few kids together. cloud was so distraught when he left cause she thought he'd come back to her, but he never did. triggers: grief, loss. (also i wrote this at 6am just having had my coffee, only proofread once. if there are errors, i do not choose to see) sender: @honeysides

“I know you probably hate me right now, and I get it, but I’m here now, and it’s not like I left you on purpose - you know that, and you can’t deny that,” Alexander told her, arms out in surrender, just after Cloud broke one of her favorite vintage dish pieces upon materializing in their kitchen.

While he was right, and he couldn’t control his time traveling, it’s been six years since she’s last seen him, and to be more accurate the last time she saw him, she saw him dead; in a coffin. So, the sight of him, alive and well, is somewhat a relief.

But the sight also made her angry because she’s begun a new life with her new wife, Beth, and she won’t know how to explain to the children that their father’s back from the dead.

Sure, it had been easy to explain Marta’s - their missing daughter - reappearance because missing people reappear all of the time. But Alexander coming back from the dead? Well…that was difficult when they’d had a funeral for him and all of the children had said their goodbyes and saw his casket fall six feet underground.

The fact that he was back now would probably traumatize them. Hurt them, even - and that was something she wanted to avoid, but knew was inevitable with a time traveler for a father and a mother who spoke to the dead and couldn’t exactly die, herself.

But still, she was angry.

Not necessarily at him for coming back and making things more difficult. But because seeing him made her want to fall into his arms again and hug him, ask him if he’d like a cup of the deadly dark as death stuff he called coffee that he took with no sugar or milk. She wanted to hear about his life with the woman Marta had told him he’d been living with, and that he’d been safe with, and she was curious if when he left here - if he left - if he’d go back to her or another timeline. She wanted to throw another piece of China though, so she threw a little cup, and when she did, she screamed, and then shrugged with her arms out, and made an annoyed noise, surrendering to the fact that she couldn’t be as mad at him or the universe as she’d have liked to be.

“I can’t deny that, but it’s unfair that you were taken from me so quickly. I loved you more than anything, except for maybe the children. You were so good to me, and you loved me with your whole entire being - I could feel it, and I never felt that before you,” she expressed honestly, voice a little off-pitch from her odd scream from a moment ago. “I just wish I had you longer. You were mine, and I was yours. We were each other’s.” She smiled, but then took a seat at the kitchen table, hand running through her hair, despite how unsanity that might be.

Alexander stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. “I’ll always be yours, Cloud. No matter what,” he replied, honesty in his voice as always, “You know that. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I die. But we had some good times, right?” A soft chuckle leaves his lips and it makes her nod her head slowly.

“We did. But it’s still not fair,” she argued.

“I know, I know. But life’s not fair, as everyone keeps telling me,” he told her, causing her to look up at him and narrow her eyes. “What?” He laughed, narrowing his eyes right back at her.

“I miss you, is all,” she said softly. “Like, so much. I am married now, and I love her, but you were my first love, and …as cheesy as the saying goes, you never forget your first love.” She poked her tongue at him though, and he rolled his eyes.

“I miss you, too. And I’m glad you’ve managed to move on, even if it’s without me. I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy,” he smiled.

Now she’s rolling her eyes, but before she can say anything else…he’s gone, and she’s back to breaking dishes.

[pxssygxblin]

AOT Horror

Hello All! This is the first time I’ve written in a very long time and its all thanks to @onyxoverride All of these are headcannons about Attack on Titan characters and how they feel about horror movies! 

Eren - Eren likes to pretend that he's into horror movies, ghost/paranormal movies don’t freak him out badly but any creature feature where someone gets eaten upsets him. It reminds him too much of what happened to his mother. 

Movies I think Eren would watch : any Paranormal Activity movie, The Conjuring, Veronica, 

Mikasa - Mikasa isn’t bothered at all by horror movies but she's also not a huge fan of them. She prefers foreign horror movies when she does watch horror, specifically any Asian horror movie. She also feels a bit of pride being able to watch them without subtitles. 

Movies I think Mikasa would watch : Train to Busan, The Host, Onibara, 

Armin - Armin loves horror, he’ll watch any movie once but he's especially fond of ocean and space based horror movies. Anything that involves what we as humans don’t know yet. Though anytime he watches a shark movie he's always quick to clear up that sharks aren't actually that aggressive, it's just because of Jaws that people think they are. 

Movies I think Armin would watch : Underwater, Aliens, The Meg

Sasha - Sasha doesn’t mind horror as long as it does not involve any animals, when it does she gets kind of freaked out. She worries about one day being out hunting and the animals will turn on her. 

Movies I think Sasha would like : Thankskilling, Boar, Zoombies, Frogs

Connie - Connie loves an old school horror movie, he really enjoys the classic slasher films. He's got a plethora of knowledge about the films too, ask him any kind of fact and he’ll know it. He's the one who likes to show Sasha animal based horror to freak her out. 

Movies I think Connie would like : Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Jean - Jean is terrified of horror movies but the only one who knows it is Marco. Mikasa invited Jean over to watch a horror movie with her once and he nearly pissed himself while watching it. Horror really just freaks him out too much, but he's okay with some of the cheesier horror movies. 

Movies I think Jean would like : The Blob, Gremlins, The Gate

Marco - Marco fucking loves horror movies. He's a huge fan of psychological thrillers. Marco loves to analyze horror movie characters, especially the killers. Jeans always freaked out by him because he's always accurate in what he says. 

Movies I think Marco would like : Ma, Mother, Unsane

Reiner - Reiner hates horror movies, they typically trigger his PTSD and DID. They just really bother him. Older movies don’t bother him too much but new movies that are flashy and use heavy lighting in the way they tell stories. He also prefers movies that don’t have too much blood.  

Movies I think Reiner would like : Blair Witch Project, Trolls (1986), IT 

Annie - Annie’s not afraid of horror movies but she just doesn’t like them. She prefers romantic comedies, maybe some action films. The only person that knows she likes romcoms is Hitch, who usually watches them with her. 

Movies I think Annie would like: Palm Springs, Crazy Rich Asain, Legally Blonde

Bertolt - Bertolt’s also not super into horror movies, while he doesn’t mind a psychological thriller he's just not a big fan or gory horror movies at all. Bertolt prefers comedies and animated movies.

Movies I think Bertolt would like : Knives Out, Zootopia, Spider-Man Homecoming

Historia - Historia is super misunderstood, she seems super girlie and soft but she's actually the biggest fan of horror out of everyone. She's a big troma and grindhouse fan, anything gory and gross she loves. 

Movies I think Historia would like : BrainDead /Dead Alive, Basketcase, Terror Firmer

Ymir - Ymir’s not a fan of horror movies, she's just not super interested in them but she does love to watch them with Historia. The first time she agreed to watch one with Historia she thought she could be comforting Historia but Historia was so into horror that it freaked her out a little. Ymir prefers slasher movies when she does watch horror. 

Movies I think Ymir would like: Hatchet, Terrifier, Child's Play, Wrong Turn

Erwin - Erwin’s a big historical horror movie fan, he loves to see the way that others portray different time periods. He's not so much a fan of horror as he is a fan of history and learning about other time periods. 

Movies I think Erwin would like: Tremors, Dracula, Overlord

Zeke - Zeke is very specific about the horror movies he likes. He's only interested in horror movies that involve monkeys or hot chicks, preferably both. 

Movies I think Zeke would like: Flying Monkeys, Blood Monkeys, White Pongo

Levi - Levi is not a fan of horror, it squicks him out and he doesn’t like jumpscares, they always get him and he doesn't like anyone to know that he's freaked out. Levi prefers British shows, especially the drama shows and any kind of cooking or baking show.

Movies/Shows I think Levi would like: The Great British Bake Off, Kitchen Nightmares, Skins

Hange - Hange is a HUGE fan of horror, any kind of zombie movie or movie involving mad scientists. They’ve always loved horror of any kind, horror books and games are also things they are a big fan of. 

Movies I think Hanji would like: Splice, Return of the Living Dead, Re-Animator

[blackjackkent]

The woman - the Nightsong - bares her teeth like a caged animal as Rakha approaches. Her eyes are fixed on the necromancer standing at the edge of the magical enclosure, and her gaze burns white-hot with fury.

"Balthazar," she hisses. "Come to add more bars to my cage?"

"Or perhaps to lead this would-be Justiciar's blade directly to my heart?" She turns her head and lurches sharply in Rakha's direction. Claws of magic wrap around her, holding her back, but Rakha is stuck to stillness for a moment by the incredible intensity of her expression.

There is magic around her and it is nothing like the pure dark Weave that saturates the Shadowfell. In Rakha's vision she glimmers and glows with pale gold, although that light is muted, silenced by the weight of the darkness all around her. And she is vibrating with rage. Were she unrestrained, Rakha is quite sure she would willingly tear Balthazar's throat out - or Rakha's own.

After a moment's struggle, the Nightsong steps back so that the claws loosen their grip. Her lip curls angrily. "I invite you. Heap more sins upon your head," she snaps. "My retribution will be all the sweeter for them!"

Balthazar clicks his tongue with mock-regret. "All this time, and you still fail to appreciate the gifts I bestowed on you, Aylin," he murmurs. "Sad, to see a thing of beauty not recognize its own worth." He spreads his arms in a gesture of magnanimous goodwill, a smile twitching his scarified face. "But General Thorm - he appreciates you. And he wants you close at hand, so I am here to whisk you back to him."

"Ketheric." The Nightsong hisses the name like a curse. "I welcome the sight of him after these hundred years. He whose immortality I supply with my very soul."

Rakha has gone utterly still, but her eyes widen sharply at this confirmation. This woman is the source of Ketheric's immortality. And now that she looks for it, she can see it - that strange current through the fabric of magic, the same that she sees binding Shadowheart to Shar, or Wyll to Mizora. A bond connecting her soul to someone outside this plane.

The mocking smile snaps off of Balthazar's face in an instant. "General. Thorm," he corrects her icily. "I'm sure you'll be on your best behavior for him - but just in case, I've taken some precautions."

He turns his head, acknowledging Rakha's presence for the first time. "Keep back," he says. "It will take quite some concentration to secure Aylin for her little journey."

Shadowheart has moved up at Rakha's side. Her eyes are fixed on the Nightsong, unblinking. "The Nightsong is Shar's sacrifice. She's my destiny," she insists sharply. "He cannot have her!"

Destiny. The word has little meaning to Rakha. But Shadowheart is right, regardless - Balthazar can certainly not take Aylin from this place. Whether by her death or by severing the magical connection, her influence on Ketheric has to be stopped.

"I can't let you take her, Balthazar," she says flatly.

Balthazar laughs. "I can do whatever I want!" he crows. "She is mine. An aasimar bound to a soulcage of my creation, lending her immortal strength to General Thorm. Her power, his will, and my genius - an unsurpassable feat."

"Ramblings most unsane," the Nightsong sneers. "Poor Balthazar, for maggots ate his brain long ago."

"Hold your tongue, Aylin," Balthazar snaps moodily. "Or I'll take it away from you again. And you--" He glares at Rakha. "No more questions. No more interference."

Rakha is silent for a long moment. Aasimar. The word also means nothing to her. Soulcage she can make some guesses on, though - the magic holding Aylin in place.

He is not wrong that it is a masterwork. The bond that ties Aylin to Ketheric is laced through the prison itself; the runic circle that holds the Nightsong trapped is also what binds her outwards. Rakha has never seen anything like it in any magic she has any memory of.

Were there nothing else at stake, she would deeply like to have the time to examine it, to truly understand what is being done here, and how. But there is no time for that.

"If she's the reason Ketheric Thorm is invulnerable," she says, cold and flat, "you're not taking her. Leave... or you're a dead man." Fire sprouts in her palms as she stares him down.

"Dead man?" Balthazar flares angrily at the threat. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?" Around him, the rock itself begins to tremble; from within it, a horde of corpses begin to clamber upwards with a rising, unified scream of rage.

"Perhaps I'll revive your carcass," Balthazar snarls, "and add you to my retinue. Then you'll have all the time in the world to think on your mistakes!"

[davidmann95]

Thoughts (if any) on DC's April 2021 solicitations?

Let’s take ‘em in order! I should be able to muster up a comment on just about everything one way or another.

Green Lantern #1: Oh this is gonna be bad. Heard only the worst about Thorne’s Future State: Green Lantern, and I assume Jo Mullein’s DCU debut will be wasted here to either function as some kind of ridiculous ‘popularity contest’ with Teen Lantern for who gets the bigger push, or as a way to put TL over with a few “good work kid, you got a future” comments. Also, and granted I don’t know how Morrison will end or this will begin, is the New Guardians angle being immediately dropped?

Robin #1: Dope suit, art, and premise, but it’s Williamson so I don’t care.

Batman: The Dark Knight #1: I’ll read this and I expect to like it, but between this being Kubert’s first big Batman project since Master Race, the ‘old but not quite retirement age yet’ angle, and the title, I’m concerned the shock ending here is that it’s actually a stealth DKR prequel.

The Next Batman: Second Son #1: So they really are committing here, though weird that this kinda makes Ridley’s Future State book basically a longform teaser for this. And I’ll get it as it comes out since it turns out this won’t be in that John Ridley’s Batman collection after all - sorry Dustin Nguyen, I love your stuff but I won’t buy an entire trade of material I otherwise already own just for one new story by you.

The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #1: I got that whole great-looking Scooby Doo Team-Up run by Fisch for free on Comixology, I should read that sometime and see if this’ll be worth getting too as well, because it sounds like a hoot.

Challenge of the Super Sons #1: Glad people who want it are getting it, I do not care.

RWBY/Justice League #1: WILL BE GETTING A POST ALL ITS OWN

Action Comics #1030: His powers waning definitely won’t help the standard pre-run fuming by a lot of Superman fandom, but it’s an interesting pairing with PKJ apparently doing mainly cosmic Superman adventures so I’m curious where he’ll go with it. That it’s particularly cited as being tied to Death Metal might validate my suspicion that the new ‘everyone remembers their entire mainstream publishing histories’ thing will play into Johnson’s description of Clark really feeling his age at the start of the run. And Janin on covers even before he gets in on the book proper! And that Midnighter description!

Superman #30: This sounds like where Johnson’s gonna start with that worldbuilding he touted, and I’m curious; definitely reads in this instance like him shoving Clark and Jon into some swords-and-sorcery-esque territory he’s familiar with.

American Vampire 1976 #7: Not reading, don’t care.

Batman #107: I assume ‘the events at Arkham Asylum’ are the ‘A-Day’ ominously brought up in Future State solicits. Tynion Batman, Jimenez as the regular artist now, whatever the Unsanity Collective is, all entirely my shit. More importantly than any of that though, GHOSTMAKER BACKUPS. And drawn by Ricardo Lopez Ortiz, artist on Steve Orlando’s excellent The Pull! Dope!

Batman: Black & White #5: Any other issue and ‘Jamal Campbell doing a life story of Nightwing’ would probably be the highlight, but in case you somehow hadn’t heard Gillen/McKelvie are making their DC debut on a Batman vs. Riddler story here, absolutely wild.

Batman: Urban Legends #2: Even more excited for this now that I’m onboard for the Grifter and Outsiders stuff given how much those features pleasantly surprised me in Future State.

Batman/Superman #17: Injecting it isn’t enough anymore, I need to be on some kind of constant IV drip with this book. I was wondering whether it’d take the premise to further generational riffs or follow a history of mass-media Supermen and Batmen, but instead it’s veering off in a direction I never could have guessed and I couldn’t be more excited.

Batman vs. Ra’s Al Ghul #6: NOTHING CAN STOP THE ADAMSVERSE. NONE MAY DARE TRY.

Batman/Catwoman #5: Wondering how this Harley involvement plays in - I don’t imagine it’s quite what it seems given how King’s written her before. And love that Joker by Mann on the cover, major Clown at Midnight vibes.

Catwoman #30: No reason to assume this run won’t continue to rule.

Crime Syndicate #2: Dammit, I don’t think this book is going to be good, but I’m kinda tempted.

Detective Comics #1035: Wouldn’t be psyched, but Dark Detective was another pleasant surprise so I’ll give this a chance.

The Dreaming: Waking Hours #9: Again, not reading.

Far Sector #11: Sucks a little knowing we’ll never see that little ‘Young Animal’ label in the corner again after this wraps. At least it’s going out on its highest note.

The Flash #769: In a vacuum this would sound dope but I have less than no faith in this, and goddamn that’s a terrible cover.

Harley Quinn #2: I’m sure it’ll be fine, no interest.

The Joker #2: I wanna believe Tynion will be able to make this work, he keeps talking like he has more freedom on this than he has some other books, but everything about this reads like the price he has to pay for relative post-Joker War freedom on Batman.

Justice League #60: It’s Bendis/Marquez on Justice League, lots of people will complain but I’ll mostly dig it. More interested in Ram V briefly getting to write the main crew in the JLD backup.

Man-Bat #3: I’d ask why this exists - and as a matter of fact I still do - but checking out some of DC’s digital-first output recently I see Dave Wielgosz has something on the ball, so maybe he’ll be able to make this work? Perhaps I’ll check it out in trade someday if worth-of-mouth is on its side.

Nightwing #79: I maintain, this is gonna be huge. And clever move to make for how to justify Nightwing keeping up his standard way of business after Bruce loses most of his money.

Rorschach #7: A comic I will purchase and let’s continue leaving it at that.

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? #109: DC’s highest-numbered comic (that hasn’t gone through an interim renumbering), astonishing. Not getting it myself, but respect.

Sensational Wonder Woman #2: Can’t say this sounds like my thing.

Suicide Squad #2: I’ve been swayed into checking out the Future State debut, but that’d have to really blow me away for me to follow into the main book.

Superman: Red & Blue #2: Sadly if unsurprisingly DC’s clearly not stacking this with AAA attention-grabbing names in the same way as this latest version of Batman: Black & White, but there do seem to be some interesting names from outside the usual big two roster here. And the main and Bolland cover may disappoint but holy cow that David Choe variant.

The Swamp Thing #2: I have no doubt it’ll be incredible but time and again I learn I simply don’t have it in me to care about Swamp Thing regardless of the objective quality of the effort put into him.

Sweet Tooth: The Return #6: Another one I’m not interested in.

Titans Academy #2: Oh lord so this is where they stuck Billy Batson.

Truth & Justice #3: I continue to have no idea what if anything the unifying idea of this anthology is supposed to be.

Wonder Woman #771: Wonder Woman as troubleshooter for mythological mishaps isn’t a permanently sustainable or desirable status quo but I’m down for it for as long as it lasts if it’s any good (though that Immortal Wonder Woman preview...concerned me, in spite of Jen Bartel’s jaw-dropping art).

So that’s 19-23 out of 37 I’ll be getting - if DC’s standard for success with Infinite Frontier is the proportion of their line people will be checking out, I guess it’s winning with me.

[weclassybouquetfun]

Lucas Hedges, how many actresses of a certain age are you going to work with?

Hedges: Yes.

We get zero Lucas Hedges for a time and then ALL THE LUCAS HEDGES like when BOY ERASED and BEN IS BACK came out around the same time.

Well, he’s back.

With HBO Max’s LET THEM ALL TALK which is out now starring Meryl Streep, Candice Bergen, Gemma Chan, and Dianne Weist.

Last year when Bergen posted pictures of Hedges and Streep I honestly thought he just happened to be on the same cruise as they were. 

Although the script is credited to Deborah Eisenberg, the cast says that the script was just a blueprint and the film is mostly improvised.  

Though this film wasn’t shot on an iPhone like director’s Steven Soderbergh’s last two films (Unsane and High Flying Bird),

it wasn’t shot with a traditional camera.  Soderbergh even improvised his tracking method - instead of using dolly tracks, he used a modified wheelchair. 

- Come Friday you can see Streep in the film adaptation of the musical PROM.

I’m not a fan of musicals so I can’t really judge it. I will say that it’s distracting to have a film with people who are just adequate singers (Streep, Nicole Kidman (who breathily sings “Dream a Little Dream of Me” in the opening credits of her just ended HBO series THE UNDOING), Keegan-Michael Key) and then pairing them with actual musical theater highly qualified singers/performers like Andrew Rannells, James Corden and Jo Ann Pellman who has the pristine singing voice of a Disney princess. 

Just because you are the creator of GLEE and a director of a few of its episodes, doesn’t make you a good director of musicals, Ryan Murphy.

Or perhaps it’s the source material to blame when there’s only one (IMO) bonafide standout musical number and that’s Rannell’s “Love Thy Neighbor”.

Next up for Hedges is the film adaptation of the Patrick DeWitt novel FRENCH EXIT 

starring Hedges and Michelle Pfeiffer as mother and son who leaves New York for Paris after they fall into financial straits. Distributed by Sony Pictures Classics, the film will have an Oscars qualifying February release.