#lady in the water

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kiss, light panel version, Inspired by The Shape of Water & The X Files Ram Han

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The monarch butterfly 🦋 and it's deep spiritual significance serving as a powerful emblem of healing, transformation, strength, and interconnectedness between Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti) and Story (Bryce Dallas Howard).

LADY IN THE WATER (2006) dir. M. Night Shyamalan

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[fanofspooky]

M. Night Shyamalan’s horror/thriller movies

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LADY in the WATER (2006) dir. M. Night Shyamalan

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Oh Ophelia

[brycedhowards]

bdh filmography → lady in the water | story "You believe you have no purpose. You help all that live here. You have a purpose. All beings have a purpose."

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I’m a long, long way from home.

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IG: capturetheraine

Model IG: kaymezz.parade

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the lady in the lake

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lady in the water movey... waters of march song... you get me

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Lady in the Water (2006) dir. M. Night Shyamalan

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Lady In The Water (2006)

[maybeitsalive]

Philip Marlowe, BI: Novels quotes (part 1)

Look, someone had to do it…

When I say Philip Marlowe is bi, I know I’m preaching to the choir, but maybe you need to make someone else realize this very important truth. For your convenience, here’s some quotes from the novels, so you can prove that you’re not ins- okay, you’re on Tumblr so you’re probably insane, but now you’re insane with proof at the tip of your fingers.

This is not an exhaustive list, the quotes are all Marlowe-centred (otherwise I’d quote half the books) and your mileage may vary.

The Big Sleep

Chap 11

“I was beginning to think perhaps you worked in bed, like Marcel Proust.” “Who’s he?” I put a cigarette in my mouth and stared at her. She looked a little pale and strained, but she looked like a girl who could function under a strain. “A French writer, a connoisseur in degenerates. You wouldn’t know him.”

(Reminder that Proust was gay as hell.)

Chap 13

“The pug sidled over flatfooted and felt my pockets with care. I turned around for him like a bored beauty modeling an evening gown.”

Chap 24

“She called me a filthy name. I didn’t mind that. I didn’t mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much; a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were they had all my memories. I couldn’t stand her in that room any longer. What she called me only reminded me of that.”

(it’s probably a queer slur. Even the radio drama included it.)

Chap 28

“Just a plain pine box,” I said. “Don’t bother with bronze or silver handles. And don’t scatter my ashes over the blue Pacific. I like the worms better. Did you know that worms are of both sexes and that any worm can love any other worm?”

Farewell my lovely

Oh boy. I had to skip a lot.

Chap 3

“He just picked me up. I’m kind of cute sometimes.”

Chap 22

“I think I went to sleep, just like that, with a bloody face on the table, and a thin beautiful devil with my gun in his hand watching me and smiling.”

Chap 35

Everything about Red, but there you go:

“He smiled a slow tired smile. His voice was soft, dreamy, so delicate for a big man that it was startling. It made me think of another soft-voiced big man I had strangely liked.” (ie Malloy)

Chap 36

“I looked at him again. He had the eyes you never see, that you only read about. Violet eyes. Almost purple. Eyes like a girl, a lovely girl. His skin was as soft as silk. Lightly reddened, but it would never tan. It was too delicate. He was bigger than Hemingway and younger, by many years. He was not as big as Moose Malloy, but he looked very fast on his feet. His hair was that shade of red that glints with gold. But except for the eyes he had a plain farmer face, with no stagy kind of handsomeness.”

“I told him about it. I told him a great deal more than I intended to. It must have been his eyes.”

Chap 37

(Still about Red:)

“Put your dough away,” Red said. “You paid me for the trip back. I think you’re scared.” He took hold of my hand. His was strong, hard, warm and slightly sticky. “I know you’re scared,” he whispered. “I’ll get over it,” I said. “One way or another.” He turned away from me with a curious look I couldn’t read in that light.”

(About Brunette:)

“He had a cat smile, but I like cats. He was neither young nor old, neither fat nor thin. Spending a lot of time on or near the ocean had given him a good healthy complexion. His hair was nut-brown and waved naturally and waved still more at sea. His forehead was narrow and brainy and his eyes held a delicate menace. They were yellowish in color. He had nice hands, not babied to the point of insipidity, but well-kept. His dinner clothes were midnight blue, I judged, because they looked so black. I thought his pearl was a little too large, but that might have been jealousy.”

The High Window

Nothing too obvious.

The Lady in the Lake

Chap 3

“He had everything in the way of good looks the snapshot had indicated. He had a terrific torso and magnificent thighs. His eyes were chestnut brown and the whites of them slightly gray-white. His hair was rather long and curled a little over his temples. His brown skin showed no signs of dissipation. He was a nice piece of beef, but to me that was all he was. I could understand that women would think he was something to yell for.” (…) “At the moment I’m not doing anything,” he said coldly. “I expect a commission in the navy almost any day.” “You ought to do well at that,” I said. (...) “So long, beautiful hunk,” I said, and left him standing there.”

(He said the last one to be a jerk but he said it.)

Chap 13

(All of it is a scene between a half-naked Marlowe and the three guys he's bribing with booze and money. Personally I think it’s just a mix between it’s too hot + zero-fuck-given attitude, but I can’t not mention it.)

Unsurprisingly this got long, so part 2 is coming.

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'Hamlet' by William Shakespeare. Act 4, Scene 7, by Queen Gertrude.

As one incapable of her own distress,

Or like a creature native and endued unto

that element. But long it could not be

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay

To muddy death.

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

When I tell people to not wake my bitch and that's she not even human I'm not kidding. She's a cross between these two beings.

I don't recommend fucking with her, it's not pleasant experience.