#this is my favorite [redacted] movie

[rirupadg]

[lowpolyshadow]

my favorite part of sonic movie 3 is shadow's big wet sad puppy eyes

[utenixx]

take my brilliance

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE as Mr. Robur -

MASTER OF THE WORLD (1961)

[thegroundhogdidit]

anyone want to tell me why i watched a scene from the princess bride on youtube (the one where inigo kills count rugen)(needed to get inigo's voice right for a fic) and people in the comments were saying elon musk (the evil billionaire) brought them there??? what the FUCK did he say about the princess bride (my favorite movie) and why did he say it

[sincericida]

Things that live rent free in my head?

This ANDREW GARFIELD sequence in "Mainstream" (2020, dir. Gia Copolla).

I’d rather not explain why.

[orphiicheartd]

MOTHERFU-

[greyhavensking]

everyday I wish for the possibility of an all for the game tv series solely because of my desire to see real, live people play exy

[nuwuna]

WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LISTEN TO WHAT WAS I MADE FOR BY BILLIE EILISH WHILE THINKING ABOUT CUTIE ALONE IN THEIR APARTMENT‼️‼️‼️

[running-tweezers]

One of my favorite podcasts does episodes where they play “Horror Survivor”. They select random horror movie characters out of a hat, put them on a fake season of Survivor and roleplay out the entire season. Challenges, alliances, voting ppl off the island, all of it. Until they have a winner

And as I’m watching their newest one. God I’d love to see this with Redacted characters

[wibble-wobbegong]

schizo boy gets banished to the back rooms to write essays (there’s a man in the ceiling of the classroom but my teacher is extra cool and is gonna let me use the side room with the door cracked open so i can hear the lesson and write without tweaking out)

[livvyofthelake]

frankly 19 year old taylor swift writing this song just did not understand that my taste in world war two set media is ABYSMAL and trying to edit this video is making me want to puke from internalized shame. i have made this exact post roughly five times now i just really can’t express to you how embarrassing it is. it’s not even that bad these are normal movies you guys know i like i’m just embarrassed about it for no reason. i’m trying to not be literally shame is the mind killer and all that but still.

[kaen-ace-of-diamonds]

Flickle #859

🎬🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟩

📆 - 🔥 14 👑 60 🏆 - 🔥 4 👑 8

ngl I held off submitting my last answer just so I could hear that musical cue in the last clip go off a few more times

one of THE greatest mood whiplash moments in movies

[higgs-the-god]

Thoughts on mike in the fnaf movie?

(aka man whimpering review)

I’m exceedingly normal about him (would keep him entertained for five nights under the desk [REDACTED] him)

[mosaickiwi]

Home Away From

I love hopeless agony almost as much as tooth rotting fluff??

Post-kidnapping Angel adjusting (badly) to the new normal.

might do a part 2 where it gets even worse idk ← my last words before i get thrown out of the plane

Kidnapping, imprisonment, codependency, etc.

proceed with caution

Eyes straight forward, you had to keep yourself occupied fiddling with the edge of a couch cushion. Every single one had a few loose threads from how often you worried away at them. 

Twelve… thirteen… fourteen neatly aligned book spines on the lowest shelf behind the dark haired man kneeling in front of you. A full, hardcover collection of your favorite webcomic, each book signed and dedicated to you. Maybe you'd force yourself to read them all again. For the third time since your arrival.

"Angel."

It was hard to keep track of how long you'd been here—in this house far removed from Corland Bay, with everything you ever wanted in a forever home. All those wild, fantasy-ridden dreams you joked about with Ren, and then [REDACTED], were true now.

And yet your supposed fiancé carried you over the threshold of that forever home kicking and screaming. 

"Still not talking?"

His hand reached for yours, fingers gently lacing between your own before you eventually pulled away. You saw their real reaction in the corner of your vision. By now, you knew him as obsessively as he knew you—there wasn't much he could hide anymore. The pain in his blue eyes lingered for too long this time.

It hurt. You hated to see that look on his face. But you hated being trapped here so much more than that. Why couldn't he understand?

Realistically, a silent treatment would get you nowhere. A few hours had turned to days, then weeks, and he was still soft-spoken and doting towards you. There was hardly a difference in the man you proposed to, and the one that bolted the front door shut from the outside on the few occasions they left for supplies.

You were too used to domestic life, too docile compared to that first day—sometimes you'd lose yourself and forget you were a prisoner. All your old hobbies still occupied your days while he sat nearby, and it just felt natural to include the only person you ever saw. To call his name and read a passage from a book aloud for him to laugh, or casually scoot closer to him for warmth during a movie.

Those moments when you forgot felt like they could slot in between all your old memories with ease.

"I'm sorry, love. I only wanted t'keep you safe," he whispered.

His breath almost tickled your legs, followed by the feel of his forehead resting against them. The urge to brush a hand through their hair—an innocent gesture you did at least daily back home—hurt just as much to ignore.

Were it not for their words of apology, even now could've been another memory. Who could fault you for falling into habits of comfort with the one who lived for you, and you alone?

The silent treatment was the best you could do.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Tired and disoriented, you woke up alone in your bedroom. The pink haired plushie you normally cuddled had disappeared somewhere, probably tossed to a corner of the room in your fitful sleep. Your usual replacement for a space heater was nowhere to be found, either.

Had he stayed up late? You called their name. "Ren?"

A muted commotion in the hallway outside, then the door creaked open. "Angel?" your beloved hacker answered back cautiously.

"Are you coming to bed?"

There was no response for a long moment. But soon enough, his familiar footsteps sounded against the floor.

You sat up and pulled the blanket to the side for them. As he settled in, you cuddled close, resting one arm over their chest while your head laid in its rightful place atop his shoulder. You managed to lean up and find their lips for a quick kiss before closing your eyes.

Though you couldn't see his face, you imagined the blush that painted his cheeks at every piece of affection you gave. With the thought fresh in your mind, you drifted off.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Hours later you woke again, your rest this time far more peaceful in their embrace. A pitiful, lazy groan left you as you stretched, then opened your eyes to greet your partner.

[REDACTED] was silently looking down at you, propped up on one arm. 

You reached up to cup his cheek and smiled at him. He leaned into your touch like always, but their usual loving gaze was laced with hesitation. As if waiting for something. Anxious of what could bother him, your hand followed the line of his jaw down to their neck, past the tattooed heart of your name, and settled on a piece of jewelry. 

Was that correct? It felt off. A long moment passed as you fiddled with it, trying to figure out what was so out of place about that silver chain, until it hit you.

The golden ring was back on his necklace, instead of on your finger where it belonged. Where it used to belong.

Weeks, or maybe even months ago, when they kept you in a careful hold while locking the bedroom door behind them—you'd thrown that ring in his face the second he let you go. 

For all the scratches and bite marks you'd put on his arm, tearing at skin that was already long scarred, he hadn't shown a hint of worry. Not until they bent down to get the ring that hit their chest and clattered to the floor.

It was the same worried face you saw now.

Your hand stilled, and before you could even whisper the words you wanted to yell, he slipped from the bed to give you space. The door clicked shut behind them to trap you in with your thoughts.

How could you be so stupid? Weak? They didn't have to try at all to wear you down; you did it all on your own. He tore you away from friends and family, yet here you were, forgetting yourself to play house with him. Then you took it a step further and let him sleep in your bed.

Nails dug into the pillow under your head, but instead of throwing it you squeezed it tight to your chest. You bit your lip to hold back the tears, glaring down at the empty spot on your ring finger that had only now begun to match the skin around it.

Another foolish dream to pile with all the others.

As much as you wanted to hope they would see reason one day and bring you back home to make things right—a thought far past irrational by now—you had to mourn the life taken from you.

You knew them, you knew them. Always seeking your favor so quickly that any argument quelled before it had a chance to begin, but stubborn when he felt it necessary.

If the first answer was a no… the next one and the next one wouldn't change. You should've accepted it the second he locked the door.

Ren was the only person you'd ever see again.

[sincerelywhistler]

⟡⋆ WOLF-RAYET ⋆⟡

Reclusive Misery Demon

My Redacted demonsona!

barcode: chase it down

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⟡⋆ More about Wolf-Rayet under the cut! ⋆⟡

- Magically enhances natural medicine from the earth to cure the ill patients that seek out his aid, which of whom are also considered Wolf-Rayet’s charges. He feeds from their misery, providing his services in return

- Naturally super keen to perceiving illness and life threatening health conditions in humans, somewhat akin to a cadaver dog spotting out the deceased, therefore taking on canine-like physical features

- Ironically, their first encounter with death that made them want to become a doctor was watching a deer get attacked by a wolf

- He cried while holding its mauled body, swearing that he would be a loyal dog, good to those he fed on which kept his own self alive and sated

- Takes payment in the form of bartering once (or if) his patients are healed

- Typically keeps his horns cloaked because he’s always knocking them into whatever he’s working on

- He has a large wing built a ways a bit from his home that serves as an infirmary for his patients so they have a place to recover

- Victorian meets southern gothic aesthetic

- Special interest in mortality, physical anatomy, life science, and the process of death and decay

- Smells like petrichor

- Prefers to speak very minimally, soft and shy voice (voice claim is Snufkin from Moomin Valley bc just listen to him)

- A Pepsi would kill him I think

- Very gentle and attentive to his recovering patients, always humming or reading to them one-on-one, feeding them homemade meals daily

- Lays outside in the rain whenever the chance arises

- Kinda guy to cover his mouth when he giggles

- Skin and hair always impossibly soft

- Finds peace tending to his two gardens— one for the human’s food and the other for medicines. His favorite garden bed is one that houses his toxic, deadly plants.

- He named his raven companion, Belladonna, after his favorite toxic flower

- Buries the patients they lose themself if no next of kin reaches out beforehand by hand as to properly pay respects. They keep that graveyard in pristine condition

- Guilty pleasure is going to the movies, which he still calls the cinema or “picture shows”

- Gets his eggs and meat from local farmers only to avoid people as much as he can

- Doesn’t have a lot of time to spend on Aria because they are always caring for their patients/charges, but they enjoys the feeling of stretching their astral legs on occasion

- Weaponizes the puppy eyes

- His devout desire demon boyfriend (my husband’s demonsona) is soon to be introduced ;)

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