#this film was a fever dream

[cazzyf1]

Niki is an alien confirmed

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Pearlescentmoon is in the 2006 Family Film Over the Hedge!

[currentlyonstandbi]

i dont care what kind of lore they're coming up with for that zepotha film or whatever the fuck over on tiktok, nothing will ever come close to the fact goncharov was spawned entirely from a label on a boot

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Actor Au!

Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.

Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.

[fustoop]

[escapismthroughfilm]

⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆Mulholland Drive (2001) dir. David Lynch⋆˚｡⋆ ⋆˚｡⋆⋆

[maggiecheungs]

Pacifiction (2022) dir. Albert Serra

[ID: seven gifs from the opening shot of pacifiction: a wide shot of a docking wharf at sunset, with the camera slowly panning over the shipping crates and loading cranes]

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 22

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Working without Y/n made the days seem longer to Mike. Leff hadn't brought Y/n up anymore and was almost giving him the silent treatment as he stewed in his own feelings. Sicky had laid off the teasing at least until the bruise on his face had faded. Mike had stopped going to the bar so much because he didn't want to upset Y/n but he missed her. He missed shooting the shit, flirting, the way she would give him little shoves or put her hand on him somehow.

"No drop offs tonight. Consider this a day off." Leff muttered pulling Mike from his thoughts.

"What?" He wasn't sure what he meant. They hadn't had "days off" before so having one now seemed strange.

"What? You deaf? There's no drop offs. Go get laid or wasted. I don't give a fuck." Leff gestured for Mike to leave and Sicky jumped at the freedom. The two walked outside and Mike started towards the car.

"Where you headed Mikey?" Sicky asked curiously.

"I guess the bar?" He shrugged.

"Y/n isn't working tonight." Mike shrugged.

"I didn't say I was going to see Y/n." Mike shoved his hands in his pockets and Sicky laughed.

"I'll take you to where she's going tonight and you can thank me later." He put his arm around Mike's shoulder and Mike gave him a shove.

When they walked into the club, Mike seemed surprised that this was where Sicky said Y/n was hanging out.

"You're on your own mate. Stay out of trouble." Sicky shouted over the music before leaving him at the bar. Mike looked around and tried to spot Y/n in the crowd of people. He hadn't even known this club was here but apparently Sicky knew this was a place she must frequent. He ordered a beer and sipped it, leaning against the bar top. Once he spotted her standing in the middle of the dance floor, sandwiched between two other bodies, he felt entranced.

The way she moved, running her hands across her body, not giving a damn about what was happening around her, she looked free. She looks fucking sexy as hell but she already knew Mike thought so.

"Hey man you got any-" One of Leff's regular's approached him, getting too close for comfort.

"I'm not working man." Mike put his hand up and tried to push the guy out of his space.

"Come on man!" The guy was begging and Mike shoved him.

"Fuck off." Mike caught the eyes of security and they gave him a nod letting him know they would handle the junkie. Mike made his way through the crowd on the dance floor until he reached Y/n.

"And what are you doing here?" Y/n leaned into him, still dancing but using her body to roll against his.

"I wanted to see you." He said against her ear as she spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck while she grinded against his crotch. Mike let his hands roam her hips and breasts.

"You look so fucking sexy." Mike said against her ear and she chuckled.

"I know..." She made him move his body with hers as she danced and Mike found himself dancing against her. He wasn't much of a dancer but with her body pressing into his and her hands tangled up in his hair made him suddenly ready to learn on the spot.

"I'm surprised to see you off the leash. Leff kick you out to entertain?" Mike tensed hearing her mention Leff and took the jab to heart. She must have felt his body go a bit more rigid and she turned to face him, arms now around his neck.

"That was a cheap shot. I'm sorry...I just wasn't expecting to see you." Y/n kept her hand on the back of his neck as she spoke directly into his ear so she could be heard. He was caught off guard by the apology at first but the smell of tequila made him chuckle.

"Are you happy to see me or would you prefer I stay out of your hair?" Mike asked letting his lips linger across her cheek. She rolled her eyes up before chuckling.

"I'm not unhappy to see you." She pulled back and looked him in the face. He smiled at her and could tell she was wasted but he didn't care. He was hoping this was a drunk words, sober thoughts situation.

"I'm happy you're not unhappy. I've missed seeing you." Mike admits and she shakes her head.

"You see me all the time." Y/n teases.

"Not like before." Mike admits. He goes to the bar and occasionally eats at the diner across the street but things aren't the same. He went from hanging out with her every day on runs to barely talking to her in passing. Y/n pulls him from his thoughts by running her hands down the front of his jeans and cupping him firmly.

"You just miss me feeling up on you all the time huh?" She bit her lip and Mike grunted a response.

"If you don't behave, I'll have to take you home and punish you." Mike put his hand on top of hers and she smirked like it was a funny joke.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Spank me?" He felt her pulling at his zipper and he stopped her.

"You don't think I will?" Mike gripped her wrist and she stopped.

"No...I don't think you will. I don't think you have it in you to dominate someone like me." Y/n tried to pull her wrist free but Mike used her own hand to guide under her skirt to push her panties aside and dive her own digits into her wet pussy. Her eyes went wide and she gasped.

"I think you have no idea what I'm capable with sweetheart." He pulses his hand up into her own, almost puppeting her to finger herself in the middle of the dance floor of a crowded club.

"Mmmike." Her jaw dropped slightly and he pulled her fingers from herself, bringing them to his lips and sucking them into his mouth. He watched her face as he sucked her juices from her own hand and her pupils were blown out.

"Ask me..." Mike was so close to her lips when he spoke, he used his tongue to dart out and let her taste herself on his tongue.

"Will you take me home?" She asked with no hesitation. Mike felt a heat rise in his chest and silently cursed himself that he wasn't more prepared for her to be on board. She took him by the hand and yelled out to her friends before dragging him out of the bar.

He caught sight of Sicky who gave him a head nod as she pulled him away. He almost felt like he was dreaming. The moment they got into a cab, she was practically in his lap, feeling him up, sucking on his neck and using his hands to resume what they had started in the club. Thankfully, cab drivers in New York had seen shit like this every day so he was just thankful there were no bodily fluids in the backseat when they pulled up to her apartment.

"I'm going to ride your face, put that nose of yours to use instead of ruining it with coke." Y/n panted as Mike fumbled with her jacket, his hat and her purse.

"I like that plan...but we need keys to get into your apartment." He laughed as she started rooting through her purse.

"I want you to tie me to the bed and eat me out until I'm crying and can't fucking take it." Y/n slopply handed him the keys and he put them in the door.

"Yeah? Keep talking, I'll start making a mental checklist." Mike pushed the door open and turned back to her as she leaned against the entrance way.

"I want you to fuc-" Y/n was mid request when she started spewing vomit all over the steps outside of her building. Mike dropped her purse and his hat in the vomit in order to keep her from falling face first onto the sidewalk as she groaned from retching the contains in her stomach.

This...this was more of what he was expecting. This was his luck.

[pastasilly]

I decided to make another tp character based off of the 1982 Bulgarian Treasure Planet’s adaptation of Jim (or Felipe, that was his name apparently).

[majesstiiic]

i’m your-

[boydswan]

少女～an adolescent (2001) dir. Eiji Okuda

[beebeetheclown]

“What’s your Roman Empire?”

“What feels like a fever dream?”

Jeremy Strong not wearing clothes in the short film: Please, Alfonso.

I’m the pillow in the fourth photo by the way..

[covvboytears]

“I know how it is sitting in an old house where horror is magnetically coded on the walls, recorded for all time, how when you walk by the room plays like a cassette tape. Finding a tape as evidence of the crime cannot be denied. Walking through the haunted house my brain operated like a VCR, acting like a remote viewing player as the ghost-show played for me. The organic and mechanical meet here in my body.”

The Orange Eats Creeps, Grace Krilanovich

[hussyknee]

List of Why The Fuck Didn't I Realise I Was Into Women Sooner #2: Catherine Zeta Jones's sword fight with Antonio Banderas in Mask of Zorro.

That part where her hair was hanging loose and wild and he'd cut the shoulder off her nightdress and she disarmed and advanced on him like an avenging Fury, eyes ablaze and breathing hard— fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. Haven't been the same person since.

[neonfeel]

Fever Dream (2021)

[pondslime]

just gotta say. cannot fucking believe they let us watch osmosis jones (2001) in middle school health class. as if we were gonna come out of that unscathed