#just to watch it glow

[painfullyslowdeliberation]

Sorry for the lack of anything lol, lifes life. Here's a snippet of the next chapter to apologise <3 (subject to change)

Etho tried to make a rebuttal but was interrupted by Joel’s clumsy arrival. “Hell-oh!” Joel stumbled, falling against the mast as the boat swayed. He cleared his throat. “Hey guys.”  Pearl gave him an awkward wave. Cleo bit back a grin. “Do you need a hand?” Etho asked, setting his bowl down. “No, your boat needs a lesson in standing still.” “Is this your first time on one?” Tango questioned in a mocking tone. Cleo scoffed and muttered something about the ocean. “No! I’ve been on a boat before,” Joel argued defensively, “Just not recently. And my legs only started working like, an hour or two ago.” Grian coughed. "Anyone going to introduce me?" "Oh, right." Etho dragged Joel over. "Grian, this is Joel, he escaped with us. Joel, this is Grian, he stowed away with us some years ago, haven't been able to get rid of him since. He's like a leech." "Hey!" "If anything, he's more like a seagull." Pearl commented, grinning. "Oh? And how's that?" Grian huffed, crossing his arms. "Constantly annoying us and always begging for food!" Pearl laughed loudly, swiftly joined by others. Grian made some disgruntled noises. "You guys are horrible, I should have stayed with Mumbo." He pouted.

[maggotanatomy]

bug (2007) dir. william friedkin

[artisthedgehog]

not enough never enough

[body-to-flame]

you're growing tired of me, you love me so hard and I still can't sleep... you're growing tired of me... and all the things I dont talk about

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[maxanor]

What if she had been telling the truth? What if I really was someone else? Someone beautiful and powerful. Someone buried alive and suffocating to death. Very far away, on the other side of the television screen.

I SAW THE TV GLOW (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun

[dukeofdadykes]

Finally got around to watching I saw the tv glow and I’ve had an incomprehensible sense of dread ever since 🙂‍↕️

[prideprejudce]

the scenes of rhaenyra and alicent going to each other this season, desperately trying to halt fate even though they have always known deep down they are stuck with seeing this to the end. the future visions of the game of thrones universe and how everyone is stuck in their own destined deaths for a story hundreds of years beyond their own lives. alicent and rhaenyra being just two girls wearing blue who might have been soulmates in another life but are now too clouded by their own paths to save each other anymore

[kizzer55555]

The Vampire Aesthetic

Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldn’t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasn’t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.

Danny doesn’t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.

Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.

“So where’s the vampire aesthetic?

Everyone freezes.

Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.

“Come on, I know you guys are hiding it.”

Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.

He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. He’s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.

People are weird! He doesn’t judge!

[yepthatsacowalright]

GOD it's only just hitting me the genius of using a dark room as the place where Maddy leaves tapes for Owen. The in-between place you use after capturing something of the outside world. Where you process it, develop it, craft it carefully into the story you want it to tell, before you're ready to bring it back out, to show the world how you see it. How tenuous that space is. How patient you must be in it. How it must be done in darkness. You cannot shine a light on it before you're ready. It will destroy everything. Brother, I am unhinged.

[painfullyslowdeliberation]

Some low quality jtwig doodles for your souls while I continue to struggle writing dialogue

[maggotanatomy]

i am a liar/i’ll never let go of it/i will keep secrets//that’s what the pearl is made of ⚪️

[desire-mona]

the time jumps in i saw the tv glow make me so fucking insane and i can never let it go. 2 years, 8 years, then 20, each jump taking more and more out of owen as we watch him decay into a painstakingly unvariable excuse of a protagonist. no matter how big of a jump in time, we never really feel like we've missed out on anything at all. the only real change we experience is what monotonous, yet colourfully and visually overstimulating job he's trudging through, all to live the unfulfilling life he feels is the most safe. no known ambitions, no known lasting relationships, even the family he says he loves more than anything feels less like a feat, and more like a giant step back in the journey we know he needs to go on.

3 decades pass in the span of an hour and 40 minutes, a speed that would seem overwhelmingly fast, yet we stay tuned into the comfortability of that perpetual survival. we know what's going on, and we dont need to play catch up if there's nothing to catch up on. yet despite that comfortability of knowing where and when owen's stuck, it is killing us to know that the potential of what he could be and experience goes unacknowledged through the painstaking amount of years. and it's made all that much worse when we're forced to remember that the slow death we're watching is all the more real, both literally and figuratively, to owen.

[shakingparadigm]

NOBODY is allowed to be happy and EVERYONE is doomed

[puppyeared]

Big cat

[rockpaperscissuhs]

BAND OF BROTHERS: EPISODE ONE + my favorite closeup shots