#no but seriously everyone needs to see this movie

[itsrensfairygardenn]

eyes wide shut

words: 2.6k

the idea was inspired by ‘eyes wide shut’, but it has nothing to do with the actual plot of the movie. i guess i just needed to put my thoughts about this movie into something :) it’s messy, but i hope you’ll enjoy </3

m4f, mdni 18+

sex is the least exciting part of the process — that’s why sometimes it’s not as good as you thought it’d be, and expectations appear to be too high, so you stop waiting for it to happen — or, more precisely, you just stop trying. in fact, sex isn’t much different from photography — you can actually take a quick picture of something nice, and it will look good, but would it be meaningful itself? you can briefly capture a sunset on your way home, or you can go to the beach, and walk around with a camera in your hand, trying to catch every single movement of sun rays, every blinding glare of sunlight. you can also have a quick sex with someone who just needs to fuck, or you can meet the person who will take their time to kiss you until your body feels weightless, to touch you like you’re a blessing, a temple of immensity in a white crumpled shirt after lectures in your college.

well, you can afford good photography; that’s what you are being taught in college, but proper sex? it takes two to tango.

and you have something better than sex, actually — your imagination always takes you far away, and it’s even better than cigarettes and alcohol that all your classmates drink in huge quantities during your gatherings at someone's house at weekends; such unholy events, really. photography students always take their fun seriously — all-or-nothing kind of approach. last weeks drinking and hooking up with someone in master bedrooms and toilets with doors that don't close weren’t your priorities; you was seeking something else, distant anticipation of pleasure — silhouette of danny lyon in the crowded living room, that excites you for multiple reasons. so cool, so busy with his life, multiple photoshoots a week, always meeting those bikers; he’s quite older than all of your friends, but not too much — danny had already graduated from college, and now everyone sees him as an experienced guy that knows more than just a thing or two about photography — not like most of the guys you know, who carry a camera to show off to girls, that conveniently pretend that they’re actually interested in the bullshit they’re talking about, when in reality everyone just want to have sex.

were you much different from them? sure, you were nearly obsessed with danny’s works, but you weren’t sure what drew you more — his skills or the way his lips held the cigarette while his fingers were flipping through photographs or holding a fogged beer bottle; maybe it was a good thing that you were introduced to him on the pretext that you wanted to work with him — you should work with him, actually, your friend told him, and he smiled, looking up at you from his seat on the worn sofa, with his legs spread wide in blue jeans.

“i’ve seen your photos,” he said shortly, in such a lazy manner, as if he was too deep in his own head at the moment — when your friend spoke again, danny was clearly half-listening, rubbing his lower lip with the knuckle of his forefinger, then he hummed, as if he’d found answers to his unspoken questions, and the wrinkles around his eyes smoothed out.

the truth is, danny wanted everything you could offer him — in a professional sense, more or less. he appeared on the horizon shortly thereafter, smoking in the college parking lot; he waited for you, and you jumped on his bike without a second thought, wrapping your arms around his narrow waist, perfect for you to hold, while your chest was tightly pressed against his back, wrapped in a denim vest — and that’s how the process of constant anticipation began.

every week danny picks you up after your classes over and over again, knowing your schedule by heart, and you never know where you're gonna go this time — most of the times he just takes you to the vandals’ gatherings, because you’re very helpful, taking pictures while he’s interviewing them, and so very curious — too curious for your own good, actually, never missing your chance to ask him questions. such a good little student, he once called you, and it was enough to shut you up for a while with a tiny little smile on your lips, that mirrored his own — you spoke again only when he took you to the local diner and asked if you wanted milkshake.

but sometimes, he drove you around the outskirts of town, and you two spent hours there, dirtying your shoes while trying to catch the view from the most complementary angle, and danny always took his time towering over your figure from behind, almost touching your shoulder with his chin, while he was adjusting the position of your hands — his fingers wrapped around your wrists, sliding down to your delicate elbows and them up to your shoulders, pulling you by them to make you take a step back; you could swear that danny saw photography more intimately than sex, and that sometimes the process nearly took your breath away, immersing you in a state similar to the slow approach of orgasm; you only communicated by touch and small sounds of approval that were slipping from his lips. after that you usually share a cigarette and he drives you home.

“what were you thinking that night?” you asked one day, before wrapping your lips around the straw to take a sip of your soda — you needed to wash the fries you’d eaten down your throat to speak again. “when you first saw me. it was like you tried to remember something”

“it wasn’t the first time i saw you,” danny chuckled, and this pleasant hoarse sound was enough to make you cross your legs under the table. he wiped his fingers and tossed the crumpled napkin aside. “i’d seen pictures of you. that’s what i was thinking about”

sometimes you happened to be a model for your friends, sure; it’d never been a big deal for you. but was it for him? big enough to remember your face? to think about it when you were standing in front of him at this loud party, so excited to work with him?

“were they good?” you asked with feigned indifference.

“you were good,” his eyes locked with yours, and you could feel him crawling into your very soul through your irises. “but this friend of yours has two left hands”

he would do it better, of course he would — it was such a shameless provocation, such a clear offer of being his muse, as if he was silently asking “has anyone ever pictured you properly? have they seen you the way i can see you?” that it was almost embarrassing to be so eager for him, so willing to be on the other side of the camera, that you practically fidgeted in your seat, waiting for him to speak further — if he asked you to pose for him right at this moment, you’d agree without hesitation.

but of course he didn’t say anything. danny was edging you with his behavior, and he was visibly content with the way things were going between the two of you.

”finish your drink, pretty girl,” he reached for the wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, not even daring to take his eyes off you, reveling in the way you rolled your eyes at him — pretty girl, indeed, and such a gifted student, always up for every single one of his ideas. of course, you thought that you were something like an assistant for him, absorbing his words like a sponge, catching his every movement to engrave it on the inside of your eyelids; but in reality, you were born to be a muse - and he took you out of the hands of your amateur friends, that knew nothing about photography.

and he made sure to see you the way no one ever did before. danny captured you like a deer caught in the middle of dense woods, at times when you were getting distracted and couldn’t focus on your camera, because the bikers were getting too loud, and you could only stare at them with your doe-like eyes, hoping that these predators don’t bite. sometimes you were a graceful cheetah — a predator in its full glory, when your movements were slow and precise, because you had nothing to be afraid of; it was your territory, and you owned it with pure possession in the curve of your eyebrows and the sharpness of your jawline. so different when danny is the only one who could see you — always the only one who can be your rival, your mentor and the only object of your fantasies; your muse himself, in a way.

you’re smoking his cigarettes on the floor of his living room, when he walks out of the darkroom where he’s spent hours, leaving you to your own devices, which isn’t new for you — sometimes he lets you come to his apartment when he’s away, and you eat his food, watch his tv and fall asleep in his bed, knowing that when he comes back, he’ll lay on the cold side of the mattress, right next to you, but none of you’ll speak about it in the morning. now he tosses a fresh stack of photos on the coffee table, for you to see, for you to witness yourself in the frames of his photographs, while his figure was still bathed in red lights from the open door of his darkroom — as if he lets the worlds intertwine, while you’re looking at the results of his long work; your delicate fingers trace the corners of the pictures, and it can be compared with touching his bare skin under the fabric of his shirt, right where his heart was beating.

“do you like them?” danny stands in the doorway, leisurely wiping the lens of his camera with a clean cloth — he was doing it so thoroughly, as if he was polishing a rare gem; corner of his mouth twitches in a half-smile, when he looks down at you — your patent shoes next to the sofa, your legs wrapped in the nylon of your red tights — you owned this place, just like you appropriated everything you ever touched.

”i was good, indeed,” you chuckle, nodding in approval, turning away to put out your cigarette on the edge of the glass ashtray. “or you just conveniently caught me in the act”

danny crouches in front of you, and you pull your knees up to your chest, but he catches them halfway with his hands — his thumbs gently circles your kneecaps, sliding easily over the fabric; danny wishes he could see the world with your eyes, to feel his own hands sliding down your calves, circling your delicate ankles to pull you closer to him, while you’re willingly bending your knees, almost pressing them against his chest — just like you’re doing right now.

“it’s like i can see you when you’re not watching me. really see you,” his arms are wrapped around your legs, and you could feel feather-like touches of his fingers on the backs of your thighs — your eyes intertwined in this fleeting moment, and your hands reach for his face to outline it with the pads of your soft fingers, because you’re thinking that you have every right to do it — and you’re so right about it. you appropriated him for yourself, too. “if i could, i’d picture you with your eyes shut. when nothing can disturb you” not even him.

you smile, a little bit mischievously — there’s no use closing your eyes, or turning away from him; you can feel his presence with every single bone in your body, feel his breath as if it were your own, because you’re smoking the same cigarettes and breathing the same air in the same rooms — does he think that you can stop feeling him around you? when it’s about danny lyon, you can see him even with your eyes wide shut.

when your eyelids drop, tickling your skin with the lush line of long lashes, danny is watching you like a rare work of art, an image of primal feminine beauty on the canva of your exceptional talent and passion for learning — and when his humid breath touches your parted lips, he can feel you kicking the air out of his lungs for the sake of catching it with your mouth; you hand slides down his neck, encircling his throat in a grip of a person that knows how to hold things that belongs to him — you’re pulling him closer, and he almost wants you to squeeze his throat tighter, so he could show you how much he’s devoted to you when you need it — his unruly muse, trying to tame him.

his hands grip your luscious thighs, making you spread them, so his touches could explode the most hidden parts of you underneath your skirt — it’s a sweet torture, knowing that your skin is soft and pliable underneath these tights, imagining your bare hips wrapped in underwear — he wants to guess the shape of your body without any clothes, the color of your panties, the way you’d slowly take your sweater off, revealing that you don’t wear your bra today — he’s so sure you don’t, because he can feel your nipples hardening under the woolen fabric, when his hands move to your breasts, just barely cupping them to show you that he’s here, that you’re so pretty that he wants to wait for you, to prolong this sweet anticipation. you pull him closer, spreading your thighs for him, so he can press his aching bulge in between your tantalizing legs — your hips are bucking, silently begging for this contact, even though it feels like if he presses harder, sparks will fly between your bodies, and you'll burn his apartment to the ground.

“don’t open your eyes,” he whispers, and you shake your head, because you want to see his face when he touches you — you want to ask him to touch you again, because you know that he’ll feel it through your tights — the dampness on the fabric of your panties. you can imagine him sneaking his hand inside, gathering the wetness with his fingers before easily pushing them inside — you want to know how it feels when he does it himself, because you’ve already tried to imagine him inside of you, when you were touching yourself in his bed.

danny catches your moan with his mouth, and it makes him whimper — it would be pathetic, if it wasn’t a sign of his aching desire for you. you catch these sounds with your tongue, pushing them down his throat again — this endless back and forth, exchanging words, sounds, wills, desires, while sharing the same taste of anticipation.

it’s all about anticipation, right?

when he pulls back, only to rest his forehead in the crook of your neck, you tilt your head back, feeling it hitting the floor — danny soothes the pain with the friction between your thighs. such a shame to come so soon, without even waiting for his fingers. “good girl,” he whispers in your ear “you’ve waited so long for me, right?”

sure, you know a lot about waiting. so it’s okay if you have to wait a little longer — because now you know his taste, and how it feels to have his hands on your body; plenty of material for your imagination — plenty of time to dream about him with your eyes wide shut.

[mellebabbles]

Batfam Favorite Disney Princesses:

(Disclaimer: I'm using the official Disney Princesses list. These are my personal HCs)

Bruce Wayne:

Cinderella. A lover of the classics, Bruce has a weakness for the kind orphan girl who chased her own destiny by disguising herself after dark-- with the help of an elderly "Godparent." He remembers watching it as a child with his Mother, when he asked her if fairy Godparents were real. To which she responded, "What do you think Alfred is?"

Alfred Pennyworth:

Snow White. Alfred remembers seeing the film for the first time in theaters as a lad, and it's been a favorite of his ever since. To this day, Snow White herself reminds him of a young and whimsical Martha Wayne. From the dark locks, to the red lips and ability to charm everyone around her.

Richard Grayson:

Ariel. This movie practically fueled Dick's love of redheads from a young age. And coming to Gotham's high society from the circus, he felt a connection watching the little Mermaid try to find her way in the human world. (Extra: Put Dumbo on in front of this boy if you wanna watch him sob uncontrollably)

Barbara Gordan:

Also Ariel. Not only because it felt nice as a little girl to see a Princess who looked like her, but because guilt over keeping a secret double life from her protective Father, and losing her ability to walk hit almost too close to home.

Jason Todd:

Belle. A normal yet sassy girl with big dreams living in a poor village who loved books, was pretty much the reason the dark romance genre is thriving, showed forgiveness and compassion for a guy who severely fucked up? He was smitten from the moment she started singing about books and adventure "in the great life somewhere."

Tim Drake:

Tiana (and Lottie) from The Princess and the Frog. Apart from his weakness for people who aren't afraid to sass him, who go after what they want, kooky blondes and just being a big nerd for Keith David, he didn't really need much else.

Stephanie Brown:

"Superman."

Yes, she says this with 100% seriousness. Has never changed her answer.

Cassandra Cain:

Also, Ariel. Barbara Gordan showed her "The Little Mermaid," when she first came to stay with her. She still can't take her eyes off the screen when it's playing.

Damien Wayne:

Jasmine. Even though he complained about the historical and cultural inaccuracies of the film when he saw it for the first time, she's been his number #1 ever since then. Strong, fierce, she has a pet tiger??? (Something he's still begging Bruce for.)

Duke Thomas:

Rapunzel. No, not because she also has abilities related to "Light." He claims that's a coincidence, but the rest of the Batfam have pointed out how she was also a "mistreated foster child" who rebels against her abuser to pursue her own dreams, and ends up finding her parents in the process. He refuses to clarify if that's also a coincidence.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

HUMANS in the SONIC UNIVERSE

Why some of them work and why others are hated? This is my personal opinion about it:

The issue here I think is normally the most hated humans are the ones who take too much pointless screentime as if wanting to share the spotlight with the actual protagonists, in this case we have little furry cute creatures with powers so obviously what we want to see the most is those characters and not the humans being humans ��� if you know what I mean, nonetheless there are humans that have a importance in the plot and they aren't as hated 🤔, we have to think first which is the role the human has, second if its a role still ongoing or already fulfilled and third we have to decide if that role is really that important to justify the screentime and also if these humans are charismatic or not.

With this factors in mind let's analyze the humans in the Sonic universe:

Eggman: His role is to be the principal bad guy, the ongoing antagonist, the villain to fight so obviously every second of his screentime is justify. Not to mention his movie version made him even more funny and charismatic thanks to Jim Carrey. A crazy scientist with the ability to create deadly machines, and has a funny back and forth with Sonic, no one can question his existence in the Sonic universe, he is literally the most tolerated human.

Gerald Robotnik: His role is the same as his grandson but he is a one time villain, in the videogame he was dead but he set up a monster weapon capable of destroying earth as a revenge for Maria's death. In the movie he is alive and gets to meet his grandson and he is even more vicious and evil as he even emotionally manipulated his grandson and dismissed him as not as important as Maria but again is still a one time villain, he's done, he fulfilled his role perfectly.

María: she is a wonderful sweet character but unfortunately her role was meant to be tragic and that tragedy had the purpose of causing Shadow's character growth, she was someone really important to Shadow, his big sister figure, probably the very first person he loved and when he lost her the beginning of his chain of choices and actions was set on motion only to change in the last moments when he finally remembers what where her last words and last wish for him, after Shadow fulfilled this wish her purpose in the Sonic universe was finally done. In the movies she didn't even get to have some last words for Shadow but one of the conversations she had with him was key for his change of mind in the end. So her human existence was importan and meaningful her screentime was deserved and honestly I wish she could have had more 😢

G.U.N: these guys in general don't take too much screentime, I mean they're kind of a background problem to deal with, they were only important in the movies, SA2 and Shadow the hedgehog games and Sonic X and still didn't have enough spotlight for people to be annoyed with them besides when you read G.U.N you immediately think of Rouge the bat anyway 😂.

Elise: oh girl, she... Technically she was important, I mean Elise had a purpose and a role in that cursed game but... Aside the whole issue of that game being... just horrible with uncanny valley effect animation and glitches and messed up story, she was too flat and obviously that cringe out of nowhere romance she had with Sonic didn't help... Her purpose was to hold an evil entity... be traumatized with Sonic's death... And revive him with a kiss 😬😬😬. Seriously I don't think I really need to explain anything else, the only good thing that came out of that game was my son Silver and Blaze and everything else almost everyone agrees we should forget that ever happened 🫥🫥 and Elise never existed either.

Chris: The dislike on this human character was 100% justified. This character was created in Sonic X as Sonic's human companion to supposedly make kids have a character they could relate to, with a design that is a copy of Sora from kingdom hearts and the biggest issue in my opinion was that he has the same role Tails have as Sonic's tag along sidekick kid (Ironically Tails took the role Chris should have had with his grandpa given that he grew up to be a scientist like him) with the addition of not being too useful and being a complete flat character that only shows proper facial expressions when is time to be emotional but he was just so BORING, he was the only human character that had a terrible lack of charisma🤦‍♀️, seriously: Topaz, Chuck, Mr Tanaka, Ella, the teacher that was an undercover spy and Chris' friends especially Helen were more charismatic and had more personality than Chris himself. They tried to give him some dramatic dept, portraying him as the classic rich kid who has depression because his parents leave him at home at the care of the housekeeper, the butler and the grandpa but they portrayed this very shallowly and carelessly, like it was the cheapest, easiest way to make us be sympathetic of him and understand his obsession with being Sonic's human best friend. He felt too clingy for a character so bland, his classmate Helen had a lot more chemistry with Sonic in one episode than he ever had with Chris in the whole series, with Helen the dramatic part would have been a lot better, imagine the bittersweet bond between the fastest creature alive that loves to run free around the world and a girl that can only dream about that because she is on a wheelchair 🥲. But the very proof of how forced he was is the dramatic scene he made with Shadow stealing Amy's moment, that itself felt like they were desperate to prove this kid existence was important and useful 🙄🤦‍♀️, he basically took Amy and Tails' roles and which is stupid since Amy and Tails were there! 💁‍♀️

Tom and Maddie: Well here comes the humans that were received completely different than Chris 😂. Alright, first of all we have to acknowledge how they gradually are reducing their screentime as the number of furry alien characters increase because by the third movie they technically fulfilled their roles and is time to let the Sonic team have their adventures by themselves. Now why this couple (specifically Tom) weren't as hated as Chris or Elise were? Personally I think because the role they have which is "Sonic's adoptive parents" works a lot better than Sonic's "best friend tag along human kid" who feels redundant because that's Tails' role but in fox and Sonic's "human love interest" because that's Amy's role but in female hedgehog 🤷‍♀️, Sonic himself had always been a young teenager to begin with and in the movies he could always run free everywhere but always alone, completely alone... He wanted a family and he specifically wanted Tom and Maddie who unlike the typical cliché of maybe having a drama between them that Sonic would fix 🙄 they were a happy marriage that actually helped improve Sonic's life by including him in their already happy life, also this dynamic works because movie Sonic has a personality that is compatible with them, unlike the Sonic from Sonic X that had little to none chemistry at all with Chris. So the first movie is the introduction, Sonic getting to meet them properly and becoming family, then the sequel portrayed Tom as a worried dad that wants his kid to have friends to hang out and so his screentime is reduced to give it to Knuckles and Tails so the family gets bigger and then in the third movie the primary colors trio is an already established team who fight like heroes while they have a home to return, Tom and Maddie assisted in a mission and Tom was used as a trigger to Sonic's character grow along with Shadow but obviously they are less and less needed because their role as "being the home Sonic returns to after going on adventures" is already fulfilled so next time I suppose they will have the fair amount of screentime only to tease Sonic about meeting a girl hedgehog 😂😂 and just do family moments towards the end. They aren't intrusive in the Sonic's lore and that's why they aren't hated.

Wade: on the movies he is simply a goofy guy, he doesn't have a lot of screentime but the little he has is worthy, he is just so funny when he interacts with the furros and well... The series was fun, I mean the knuckles series is just about knuckles and was not based on any videogame and was pure comedy so I guess he isn't technically being intrusive, his purpose is just make the "fun silly guy say something random" moment.

Agent Stone: this guy is the best seriously, he gets to be a welcomed human in Sonic universe thanks to his hilarious gay simp relationship with Eggman 👌👌 but really, this man honestly deserved better. He not only didn't steal any Eggman's screentime, he improved it! His dynamic with him is a lot more entertaining than with any of his goofy dumb robots servants. Is ironic right? We dislike Chris as Sonic's sidekick because we prefer a cute fox sidekick over a human kid but for Dr Eggman's minion we prefer this simp gay mess over his classic clumsy robots 😂😂, Agent Stone is an icon.

Rachel and company: and the last... Honestly, her purpose is "the loud relative that doesn't approve the husband of the couple that adopts Sonic and has a daughter that gives Sonic his iconic shoes", then she married a G.U.N agent, we could have lived without those wedding scenes but... The full premise of the games the sequel was based off was fulfilled, she might be bothersome but not too much she is funny like Wade and like all the humans in the movies they are disappearing from the movies, who knows if they will even appear at the next ones.

And that's all, what do you think about it? Anyway I can't wait to see my girl Amy in the next movie and I very much hope she has more screentime than any human that doesn't have a hammer and isn't pink! 😂😂

[youbutstupid]

Bucky Barnes’ story could easily be a horror movie.

Bucky’s past is so insane to me and it’s shocking to me how it isn’t talked about more in canon because can you imagine how haunting his time with HYDRA actually was like seriously?

Huge trigger warning as I try to describe this and put it into context.

He was in the war which was traumatising enough. But he wasn’t a spy or natural born soldier who was groomed for this way of living, this wasn’t something he was ever accustomed to, he was just a boy who like so many other young boys and men, went to fight for his country because he thought he had to.

He actually did have to as well as, as pointed out by somebody, bucky’s uniform suggests that he was drafted and didn’t volunteer in the first place.

He was just your normal everyday guy, he had younger siblings who he loved, a best friend who he fought for, he loved charming those around him and dancing. There was no ounce of evil or soldier in him, he was just a civilian at war like everyone else.

Then one day he falls, and he has to accept as he is falling that he is going to die in those mountains and his body will likely never get recovered so he won’t be able to be buried near his home thousands of miles away, he will never know the comfort of home again.

He wakes up to see his arm is gone and bloody, he is being dragged across the snow. He wakes up again and he is cold and there are men around him, he has a new metal limb built for killing and he is pumped full of serum that he never wanted. They’re talking in a language he doesn’t know and at this point he probably just wants to go home and hug his mum or just lie in his childhood room.

Then he is being frozen alive, there is no comfort given to him, nothing to explain what he did wrong to end up there or if he would ever escape, he is just being frozen and stored away for when they need him next. When they do need him, they torture him, brainwash him, beat him and punish him until he conforms and he is forced into a mindset that he can’t free himself from.

He is in a bunker thousands of miles away from home and he doesn’t even know what year it is or if anyone he loved is still alive. He doesn’t even have control of himself anymore and he is forced to watch as his own hands cause endless pain and suffering that he would have never dreamed of inflicting as a young boy in Brooklyn.

Throughout all of this he is just alone. There is no familiar face. There is no words of comfort or reassurance. There is no kindness shown to him in those years. There is no light for him to reach out to. He doesn’t know when or if any of this is going to end or who he is anymore.

I can’t deny the physical torment he went through was insane but the mental torment honestly haunts me, the loneliness and fear he must have constantly felt.

[gwendyworm]

just saw Dev Patel’s Moneky Man…..and I too would like to be nursed back to health and trained by a loving and supportive group of beautiful transwomen…

[light-wrath-paradise]

Can anyone who knows Uglies explain what the hell changed that just 10 years ago it was considered great and groundbreaking and now I see nothing but people saying that it's dumb and uninspired and has no point or meaning?

[mistylacrimosa]

So I just watched Storm Front and it actually seemed like a pretty good point for Enterprise to end and I am afraid of what's coming next.

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I only knew four other people who had read or seen Scott Pilgrim and consequently I missed that apparently this film--featuring a thoroughly whatever dude ending up with, let's be honest with ourselves, a bog standard "scene" girl--somehow has caused unimaginable human suffering

[spacecluster]

I just love how in age of ultron

Marvel established

that they have these pods

that can heal people of serious injuries

And are capable of building an entire body out of nothing pretty much aside from like a sentient Rock

and that this pod

which is destroyed at some point in this movie

is a lower level version of something that Dr Helen Cho has in her facility in wherever she said it was cause it's been a while since I've watched this movie

and then they

to my knowledge

Never mentioned again

[icewindandboringhorror]

I have a big google doc thing where I keep track of media and stuff (putting everything in loosely ranked categories), which is mostly just for my own reference so I know what tv shows I've already seen before, etc. and I never really look back through it, typically just a quick "okay, watched two movie in the past 8 months, need to quickly slap them somewhere in the lists. okay. done. save document. exit". But today I was actually reading through some of the old notes and there are like... MULTIPLE places where my comment is basically "It would have been good if it were about elves" or "I wish there was a fantasy show made in this same style" or "It's well made, but I just keep thinking about how I would like it more if everyone was an elf or was in old 1700s costumes" or etc like...... lol.... Most biased media ranking system on earth blatantly made by someone with an extremely hyperspecific range of narrow interests. It'd be like if a food reviewer only had 5 foods they actually liked, so they'd just go to a pizza place and be like "eh, the pizza was okay, but I just think it would be better if it was cereal instead. :/ ...2 out of 10"

[earthyorangeaid]

You know what feeling the Red White and Royal Blue movie is helping me finally put into words?? The joy that comes from ACTUALLY getting to relive a piece of work I love.

By that I don’t mean that it’s exactly the same. It’s actually quite different on many levels. But that’s something that I actually LOVE about it. It’s given me a chance to be surprised by and relive the feeling the book gave me in a new and completely wonderful way. There is no one true perfect, right way to tell any one story, and they did a great job of telling this one in a new and just as enjoyable way.

Love you entire crew and staff and cast and directors and writers of RWRB movie, you’ve captured my heart again.

[steelthroat]

Live action remakes????

FUCK YOU! FROM NOW ON I WANNA SEE ANIMATED REMAKES

Comics adaptations even. Just to piss y'all off.

I hate it I hate it I hate it. This stupid trend of getting GREAT animated project and just fucking adding living people to it.

BROTHER I DONWANT REAL PEOPLE AND REALISTIC LOOKING DRAGONS. Why should I look at a watered down version of a fictional world (because honey let's be real cgi costs a teeny weeny bit too much) instead of a colorful, LIVING AND BREATHING animated world???? HUH?????

Also fuck remakes. I watched 3 remakes in my entire life and they sucked. Why should I watch something worse... or even just not as good as the original animated thing in teh first place???

I have the ANIMATED masterpiece right here I'm not impressed by your "very important actor playing this role that the original voice actor did better anyway" or your "not as bad as I thought would be cgi".

Seriously I don't get it, I'll be watching an action movie and I imagine at the cooler animated version and there's some boring-ass showrunner zapping through some episodes and going "guys here's what we're gonna ruin with realism next ^w^"

Also in 2 of the 3 remakes I watched they just flattened the characters and made them ✨️morally perfect✨️ and the third one was just the same thing with 2 scenes more that added ✨️NOTHING✨️

Also I find it insulting the existence of a remake in the first place. Like animation isn't enough and is the lesser art and NEEDS to be remade. Like fuck you? Fuck your realism-fetish.

[thetriangletattoo]

why did I have to be into art and craft it seems exciting at first until the horrors

[infamousbrad]

I warned you.

About 15 years ago, I had a minor moment of Internet fame when I wrote a lengthy essay series on LiveJournal called "Christians in the Hand of an Angry God." In it, I argued that right-wing evangelical "Christianity" was literally Satanic by scriptural standards, was literally the cult of anti-Christ that Jesus prophesied in Matthew 25:31-46, that they were literally worshiping a made-up guy with the same name to justify cruelty, just like Jesus predicted they would the week before the crucifixion.

And at least half of the people who read it and praised it called it excellent satire. They saw my point, thought I was onto something, but couldn't take seriously that I literally meant what I literally said.

"Do not commit the sin of empathy."

Jesus' prophesy that these people were coming was not especially miraculous, in hindsight. No philosophy or theological movement becomes a large organized church, let alone a majority faith of a nation, without needing rich people's money, and/or government funding, to pay for it all.

And rich people in general, and right-wing governments in general, get to be the way they are by believing that the poor and the down-trodden can never be shown anything but cruelty, should never be rewarded, or else they'll lose all motivation to obey, to work hard, to be good. (By contrast, they believe that the same thing would happen to rich, powerful, popular people if they were ever punished in any way, if they were ever anything but rewarded.)

And rich people and governments are not going to subsidize your church foundation funds, your church repair funds, et cetera if you tell them that they're evil. But someone definitely will come along and offer to take that money. The people who take that money and conform won't even all be lying psychopaths; if you truly believe that your organization matters, is doing irreplaceable good in the world, you'll sacrifice any principle of your faith to keep the bills paid, you'll look away from or excuse any sin. It's that or see it all shrink and crumble into irrelevance.

I've come to the conclusion that it may not actually be possible to be a good person while practicing the majority faith of the land you live in. Or, if it is possible, well, like the man said, "straight is the gate and narrow is the way, and few there be that find it."

The Episcopal Church has its own legacy of sin, they've long overlooked a laundry list of crimes to pay their own bills, so don't rush to congratulate a mainline bishop for preaching mainline Christianity or take too much pleasure from Trump and his fascist followers being surprised that that happened. But do remember this:

From the mid-1970s to the present, right-wing billionaires have poured a LOT of money into church expansion and maintenance conditional on them distorting the Bible's teachings to make it appear that Jesus was pro-fascist. "To deceive, if it were possible, the very elect." So when honest theologians tell you that this is literally anti-Christ, literally checks every box in the Bible's description of the future cult of anti-Christ, you need to hear us.

The modern book and movie image of "the Antichrist" was a well-funded propaganda campaign to distract you from the plain language of the scriptures. The biblical anti-Christ is not some socialist liberal peacenik. The biblical anti-Christ is everyone who tells you that Jesus wants you to be cruel to "the least of these, my brethren" so that they'll straighten up and fly right.

[imposterogers]

now that the venom three trailer has dropped and it looks like two hours of insanity about old married interspecies couple eddie n venom on the run from the government for eating animal abusers heads off (and other silly date night shenanigans) all during a bloodthirsty and dangerous alien invasion………. I feel the need to remind everyone. must a movie be good? is it not enough for it to be FUN??? (no seriously 2023 was so good for hog wild whimsical endearing films memorable films pls go and see this movie in october to fight back against soulless conveyor belt films)

[zhelin-thames]

The Joker was ranting again, his shrill laughter echoing off the walls of the Justice League’s holding cells. Danny Fenton—or as they knew him, the Ghost King—leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. The tension in the room was palpable, the League standing by in case the infamous clown decided to get creative. But Danny wasn’t worried. He’d dealt with worse.

“You think you’re so scary, huh?” Danny muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The Joker’s grin faltered for a split second before he burst into laughter again, clearly unfazed—or pretending to be. Danny rolled his eyes. “Pathetic. You’re just loud and messy. Real fear doesn’t need a laugh track.”

The room went silent. Superman shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Danny and the Joker. Batman’s eyes narrowed, taking in the Ghost King’s uncharacteristic venom.

It wasn’t that Danny was usually chatty during these encounters, but his utter disdain for the Joker—his unwillingness to engage in anything more than curt dismissal—was becoming a pattern. Everyone noticed it, and no one dared ask. The Joker, for his part, didn’t push further. Something in Danny’s glowing green eyes made even him hesitate.

But when Jonathan Crane—the Scarecrow—was brought in a few weeks later, the mood shifted entirely.

Crane was quiet as he was escorted into a separate cell, his lanky frame hunched but his eyes sharp, calculating. The League had just wrapped up an exhausting mission to stop one of his fear toxin rampages, and they were still on edge. Crane didn’t bother with his usual monologues, which was unusual enough to make everyone uneasy.

Except Danny.

As soon as Danny saw Crane, he snorted. Loudly. The kind of derisive snort that made Wonder Woman glance his way in confusion. “This guy?” Danny said, pointing at Crane with his thumb. “Seriously?”

Crane’s head tilted ever so slightly, his curiosity piqued. “The Ghost King,” he said, his voice low and rasping. “A being of great power and…fear. How delightful.”

“Don’t,” Danny interrupted, holding up a hand. “Just don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, I’ve heard it before. And honestly? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Crane blinked, caught off guard. “Embarrassing myself?”

Danny sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I get it. You’re all about fear. Big bad Scarecrow, master of terror, blah blah blah. But do you even know what fear is? Real fear? Because from where I’m standing, you’re just a guy with some glorified bug spray.”

The room went dead silent. Flash stifled a laugh. Batman’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between Danny and Crane. The Scarecrow, however, didn’t seem angry. If anything, he looked…intrigued.

“And what,” Crane asked slowly, “would you consider real fear, Your Highness?”

Danny’s eyes glowed brighter, his voice dropping an octave. “Real fear is the kind that makes your soul ache. It’s the kind of fear that lingers in the dark corners of your mind, whispering that you’re not enough, that you’ll never be enough. It’s watching everything you love slip away and knowing you can’t stop it. It’s the void staring back at you and realizing it doesn’t care.”

He leaned forward, his face inches from the glass separating them. “Your little toxins? They’re cheap tricks. Flashy illusions. A waste of potential. You could actually do something with all your knowledge, but instead, you play Halloween in Gotham like some knockoff horror movie villain.”

Crane didn’t reply immediately. For once, he seemed at a loss for words. The others stared at Danny, half-impressed, half-confused. Even Batman’s ever-stoic expression had a flicker of something resembling surprise.

Finally, Crane chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “Perhaps you’re right,” he admitted. “But fear, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Perhaps one day, you’ll see the artistry in my work.”

Danny scoffed again, turning to leave. “Don’t hold your breath, Doc. You’d pass out before you made anything actually scary.”

As Danny walked away, Superman stepped up beside him, lowering his voice. “You��ve faced worse, haven’t you?”

Danny shrugged. “I’ve been worse. That guy? He’s just a waste of scary.”

Superman frowned. “What does that even mean?”

Danny smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Stick around, Big Blue. Maybe one day I’ll show you.”