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ellsieee · 4 months ago
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Blue Boys ep 8 uncut is out!
Did Nami just decide for Jaemin that he was going to study abroad with him without any proper research or consideration on Jaemin's part?? Did Nami buy plane tickets to go study in Canada in a week (max) without any sort of planning? 🤦‍♀️ I'm so confused, but I don't care, because we got this!
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Nami "proposed" and kissed Jaemin's ring finger! Jaemin is so so cute. They are so completely in love it's sickening. Sickening!
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They are so adorable and I love them so much. 😭
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pharawee · 1 year ago
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I've been meaning to make a list of spooky (Thai - because negl that's 99% of what I watch) BL series and movies and what better time to post this than in October?
Spooky BL are my favourite flavour of BL. Turns out, there's actually a lot of them (maybe because Thailand does horror so well). These are only the ones I've watched (and enjoyed) so this list isn't complete.
*On another note: horror doesn't faze me at all so I can't really accurately say how scary some of these are. If you have squicks or triggers like jump scares, gore or bad endings please feel free to ask and I will do my best to give you a heads-up.
**This has been updated in October 2024 to include new shows and movies.
✨Spooky Thai BL✨
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7 Days Before Valentine | This BL is a lot more introspective and heavy than other BLs on this list. It's beautifully filmed and very dark, however, which makes it the perfect watch for a spooky October evening.
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1000 Years Old | Was it really all that spooky? Probably not. But sometimes spooky is a quirky vampire with an umbrella for every occasion and his clueless alien-loving boyfriend.
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🎞️After Sundown | A period ghost movie slash love story with ZeeNuNew. Make sure to watch the uncut version if you can find it because it adds additional context and atmosphere.
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Dead Friend Forever | This show has its spooky moments but at its core it's more of a psychological thriller with a few slasher tropes on the side. If you're in the mood for some suspense and not put off by heavy themes then this is definitely one of the highlights on this list.
🎞️Death Is All Around | Saint Suppapong coming through with another spooky production - this one about death and the afterlife. It also has Seng Wichai, Bas Suradej and Dun Romchumpa (presumably as a couple) but has yet to be released internationally.
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Dear Doctor I'm Coming For Soul | This one has reapers and ghosts and lots of bittersweetness. It's not that creepy since the supernatural elements are very matter-of-fact. It will make you cry though, sorry. :(
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Ghost Host, Ghost House | Spooky with incredible chemistry between the leads and a cast of characters that you will immediately fall in love with.
He She It | A three-episode miniseries with a haunting soundtrack and a nice plot twist. This will make you miss JeffGameplay. :(
He's Coming To Me | Probably one of the first series everyone will think of. Not that spooky but a solid ghost (love) story with a murder mystery at its core.
Hidden Love | This is a budget show filmed under serious constraints during the worst of the covid pandemic. It's clichéd. It's over the top. But it's also got its charms. It comes with a tragic ghost (love) story that completely overshadows everything else with its many flashbacks and plot twists. If you manage to get over the camp. I warned you.
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The Hidden Moon | The story of this BL is a lot better than its editing (it is after all by the same author as I Feel You Linger in the Air) but it's definitely worth the watch for its spooky vibes and the ongoing and very intriguing mystery of the ghost story.
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Low Frequency | Not spooky at all, and a bit slow and empty at times, but it has ghosts (in a way) and a sweet enough couple.
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Make a Wish | Unfortunately, this has never had an inter release. There's inofficial subs floating around on grey sites but as of yet the series hasn't been fully translated. Which is a pity because it's a cute show about angels and spirit possession and (some) murder mystery.
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Midnight Museum | I'm stubbornly putting this under BL. This show has everything and everyone. It's genuinely spooky at times but mostly draws on folklore, the mystical and an absolutely stellar cast.
OMG! Vampire | Well, it has vampires - which by definition should make it spooky but actually it's neither spooky nor particularly good - unless you miss LongFrank (which is a valid excuse).
🎞️Red Wine in the Dark Night | The oldest entry in this list. Admittedly, not very spooky (and instead rather surreal and sad), but it has one (1) vampire and Fluke Natouch in a role that's more grounded than we're used to nowadays.
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Something in my Room | A spooky show with ghosts, mystery and romance that hides a lot of commentary behind metaphors and allegory. Criminally underrated because it didn't have a wide enough release. If you want to binge something fun and spooky for Halloween then this is the series to go for. Prepare tissues.
The Spell | A vertically filmed indie horror BL that was recently recommended to me. It comes with a serious SA warning so be aware of that if you decide to give it a try.
The Whisperer | Whatever happened here, it's not worth it. It could have been (maybe) if the production company didn't hold the last episode hostage until this day, but without a finale to maybe redeem some of the characters it's really not worth the watch unless you like the actors.
✨Not spooky but we're here for the vibe! ✨
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4 Minutes | This show has mystery, style and time loops. So many time loops. Bring a whiteboard and marker for theories.
Every You, Every Me | This show is only just releasing in October 2024 but will apparently heavily lean into the fated soulmates and parallel realities trope.
Century of Love | Another gorgeous and suspenseful high-budget show about soulmates with plenty of fantasy tropes to choose from.
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I Feel You Linger in the Air | Everything about this show is simply beautiful. It comes with a few supernatural elements that draw heavily on atmosphere and cinematography - but make sure to keep some tissues ready.
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I Saw You in My Dream | The vibe of this show is both cozy and mysterious so it's perfect for an October binge-watch.
La Pluie | La Pluie draws from its fantastic premise and then it just goes from there. It offers amazing character development and a deep-dive into what it actually means to be soulmates.
Lover Merman | Exactly what it says in the title. Sadly it's not been released yet and it's currently MIA.
The Luminous Solution | Mysteries, a magical coffee shop, plot twists and a whole lot of confusion. Personally, I really liked it but it's definitely flawed.
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Memory in the Letter | Time travel AND interdimensional mirrors. This is beautiful, almost like a fairy tale - if you can overlook the abrupt and slightly shocking ending.
On Cloud Nine | Short and beautiful. An indie production that's more ethereal than genuinely spooky.
The Sign | This show went all out. If you like crime mysteries, action sequences, fated lovers and folklore, then this is THE show for you.
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Triage | A fantasy thriller set in Sammon's Manner of Death universe. No spooky vibes but plenty of suspense and an ongoing time loop.
Two Worlds | Parallel universes but make it gritty and grounded with plenty of angst and whump (and amazing love scenes). You're welcome. :)
✨Not a BL but hey, I know that actor!✨
Enigma | Win Metawin (and surprise guest!) in an incredibly well done 4-episode series about the occult with interesting worldbuilding and the promise of a second season.
🎞️Ghost Lab | Tor Thanapob and Ice Paris in a genuinely gruesome, shocking and scary horror movie. You've been warned.
Girl From Nowhere | One of the best things tv has to offer, and genuinely dark as well. Up Poompat, Pepo Nutchapan and James Teeradon feature in some of the loosely-connected episodes.
Haunted Universities 2 & 3 | James Teeradon (pt2) and Mark Siwat (pt3) in a horror anthology series set in and around campus.
🎞️Hoon Payon | Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Up Poompat and Bank Nuttawat in a classic spiritual ghost story. More shocking than scary.
🎞️Inhuman Kiss | Oab Oabnithi and Great Sapol (sadly, not as a couple) in a sad and romantic take on a classic Thai legend.
🎞️Inhuman Kiss: The Last Breath | JJ Krissanapoom in a thematically loose continuation of the first movie.
Let's Fight Ghost | A Thai remake of a fun and somewhat spooky kdrama with spiritual themes. And Saint Suppapong.
Peaceful Property | The verdict's still out on whether this is or isn't a BL (as of October 2024 the show is still running) but it offers plenty of spooky vibes, a stellar gmmtv ensemble cast and, yes, some queer rep too.
🎞️Pee Nak 1, 2, 3 and 4 | I'm biased because I really like this movie series. It's spooky but in a fun way. It has queer characters (as comedic relief - but not in a degrading way) and can get surprisingly deep. Watch this if you want to see (baby!) Tar Atiwat grow up on screen (because he's in all four movies). The third movie rewards you with some surprisingly sweet MeanPlan that continues into the fourth movie.
🎞️Operation Undead | A proper historical zombie movie with Nonkul Chanon (and Boss Thawatchanin if you can spot him). This movie has yet to release internationally but once it does we're definitely in for a treat.
School Tales | A Thai horror anthology centred around students at various schools. This series has Fiat Patchata, Kay Lertsittichai, Pepo Nutchapan, Mark Siwat and, most prominently, Saint Suppapong and Chimon Wachirawit in well-paced 50-minute episodes.
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Shadow | Personally, I love everything about this show and I'm still hoping against all hope that it'll get a second season. It has queer characters (without being a BL - which disappointed a lot of people due to the fact that it was advertised as such), amazing cinematography, storyteling and acting and more dark and spooky themes than I can count on both hands.
The Stranded | One of my favourite series ever. If you watched LOST then you know what to expect. This has 3 QL couples (Perth Tanapon & Mark Siwat, Win Pawin & Tanthai Tatchapol, Ticha Wongtipkanon & Chaleeda Gilbert) but don't expect any of them to get a happy ending. Sadly, this series ended on a cliffhanger and won't get a second season due to the lead actor's tragic passing and Nadao's dissolution.
The Tenant | This was marketed as a horror BL but there's nothing left of that in the actual trailer. It stars Pepo Nutchapan and Boss Pornpipat (House of Stars) alongside Tan Kittinan (Love Puzzle) and I can't wait to watch this once it's released internationally.
✨Upcoming Spooky BL✨
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Happy Ending | The pilot trailer for this was full of opulent dark fantasy thriller vibes.
The Hell Guard | Chains of Heart but make it spooky. Oh, I am so excited for this!
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Goddess Bless You From Death | A horror murder mystery with a familiar cast and amazing visuals.
I Love/Kill You | A psychological thriller that might have plenty of horror to go with it, from the same author as 7 Days Before Valentine.
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Khemjira | Past lives and curses and dark folklore - if you go by the (very well-written) novel, this BL will have it all.
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My Golden Blood | GMMTV does vampires, part 1. I hope this is every bit as glorious as the pilot trailer suggests.
My Imaginary Boyfriend | Based on another one of Pat Rangsimant's novels (my favourite, actually). This one is more grounded, and spooky in a more psychological sense.
Mystique in the Mirror | Another of Pat Rangsimant's novels (and psychological horror too by the looks of it). This one started filming in 2023 and since then... nothing. :(
The Red Envelope | A Thai remake of Marry My Dead Body starring PP Krit and Billkin Putthipong.
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Revamp - The Undead Story | GMMTV does vampires, part 2 - but this was originally a BounPrem project (and it still is, rest assured) by Studio Wabi Sabi.
Spare Me Your Mercy | A dark crime thriller set in Sammon's Manner of Death universe with an amazing cast and a very prolific director.
Vamp | Very likely not a BL but with many familiar faces. And vampires. One can never have too many vampires (unless you're in Paris and it's just after WW2).
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Zomvivor | The only zombie series on this list has entered pre-production and is slated to be released in 2024 (but hopefully before the end of the year). Will it have BL? I don't know, but it stars pretty much all of domundi's acting couples (and more).
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destinyc1020 · 4 months ago
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Caught stealing is kinda of a good book but will work much better as a film. Its very fast paced but also extremely violent, torture sequences, dudes getting bashed in with baseball bats, mutilation, curb stomping and lots of blood im not joking the violence goes very hard. Its goes deep into gambling ( in sports) addiction, and how money makes people do really stupid things.
Basically austin butler starts out with his character getting beat up really badly to the point he loses a kidney and some russian gangster think he owes them money, but hes the wrong guy so the new york underground is essentially are after him chasing he wrong guy and he has 24 hours to settle the debt.
Think uncut gems meet tarantino. Its should be a action heavy and knowing darren aronovsky there probably gonna be some elements of psychological thriller.
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Wow....this book sounds like a thriller for sure Anon. I'm getting excited! 😊 I like the plot so far. Isn't he supposed to be some washed-up former baseball player?? 🤔
I hope it's not TOO violent though.... 🫣
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elderyautjavegeta · 9 months ago
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I've barely scratched the surface of watching the Wano arc in the anime and I've already figured out that the reason it's 200+ episodes is because they spend 80% of the episode flexing the new animation instead of advancing the plot. Which is fine but oh my god. Do I need a 5 minute uncut flashback of the episode I JUST WATCHED, or a 2 minute sequence of a single powerful punch followed by heavy breathing and brow furrowing?? No I do not! Sigh. I'm gonna end up fast forwarding a lot like I do through the Tontattas plot in Dressrosa. It's not like I haven't read the manga, so I already know what's going to happen.
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cepmurphy · 2 years ago
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Goncharov, the comics
So, everybody’s talking about the Goncharov film but nobody’s talking about the Goncharov Illustrated comic strip in Crisis. That seems wrong.
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(cropped cover of Crisis #64)
Now, that wasn’t the first time British comics dealt with Goncharov. The first time was a short-lived strip in 1974 called Goon Charov in Buster (the artist is uncredited). Charov was a Russian heavy who was always trying to take over an Italian family’s pizzeria and you can’t have a scan of it because the dialogue & racial caricatures have note dated well at all. It lasted about ten weeks.
Later, you had 2000AD progs 52-53, for Invasion! – Bill Savage ran into a Volgan mobster called “Chongarov” and decided to save his moll “Kate”, helping her escape on a boat (yes I know that’s Sofia’s thing). A pursuing Chongarov comes a cropper:
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(prog 53, “Chongarov Part 2″)
The last Earthforce story of Marvel UK’s Transformers (#290-91), written by Chris Francis, had the Decepticon Icepick go to Earth to bump off the feuding ‘Con leadership. Various scenes reference the film, including Icepick tying Shockwave to a giant chair the same way Ice Pick Joe bumps off Amarro. (Francis also wrote Death’s Head #11, where DH is bodyguard at a pastiche of the “and one for the table” dinner scene – everyone ends up dead)
One of the last photo strips in Girl (for Americans, yes it was really called Girl) in #479 would do a YA version of the Katya/Sofia plot, Sophie’s War, where plucky young Sophie falls in with a mobster’s daughter and both end up escaping with Sophie’s brother on a boat.
Now, why was a girl’s comic in 1990 doing a Goncharov knockoff? Because in early 1990, Channel 4 showed the full uncut version of the film for the first time in the UK – the BBFC had taken exception to some of Joe’s scenes – and it had been a big hit. Channel 4 repeated it three times. A new generation of Brits got into the film and pirate videos proliferated.
And in 1990, Crisis – a comic aimed at older readers and often going for political works – needed to boost its sales something fierce. Sales had never fully stabilised after the first few issues and they kept going down fast, while the strips were often very inconsistent. So why not license Goncharov and get in on that reflected coolness?
The result was the eight-part Goncharov Illustrated written by Keef Ripley and drawn by John Burns. Delays in getting the rights meant it didn’t come out in October 1991, starting in Crisis #64. Fleetway really, really hoped this would save the comic and, well, it didn’t. In fact, the cost of licensing it killed Crisis off early! Parts 6-8 had to be all bundled into the final all-Goncharov issue.
Does the comic work? Well, film purists were very vocal at the time and for years after that it did not. Angry letters poured into the office and into fanzines. A key problem was that you can’t really adapt a three-hour film into eight six-page parts without some extensive editing and that meant a lot of scenes had to be dropped. What readers saw were the strips Keef Ripley felt were the most important ones in the film. Most controversial among his choices were:
A) The entire opening of the film is gone. Part 1 opens in an adaptation of the ’Anchovies’ scene with a lot of captions added.
B) It removes the ambiguity of whether or not Luglio really does use his own daughter as a human shield against Goncharov, deciding “yes”.
C) It downplays most of the homoeroticism.
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Now, the first two choices are subjective: you need to cut something and what makes for a good beat in a film may not in a comic. Reducing the subtext between Goncharov & Andrey and Katya & Sofia, on the other hand, guts a large amount of the film’s power. We don’t know if this was an accident of adaptation (a lot of the subtext is based on the actors) or due to it being 1991 & Fleetway got scared. Remember, back in the 90s you’d get some young lads who were fans of the film but said there totally wasn’t anything gay going on (YEAH RIGHT).
Goncharov Illustrated killing off Crisis and then all the fans complaining about it anyway made Goncharov a dirty word around the Fleetway offices. A few of the Crisis alumni on 2000AD would poke at it, with rude references or background jokes. Most bluntly, a Mark Millar Dredd had the Judge beating up “a nerd riot at Goncharov Block!” (emphasis original).
Sorry, I can’t tell you anything about the Tekno Comics Goncharov! miniseries, I don’t have any of those.
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captainaikus · 2 years ago
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First of all I wanna say that I’m sorry for disappearing like that. Especially at the worst time too. I really did not expect so much to happen while I was gone. But that’s not an excuse though I promise. But yeah. Tumblr. Is very much being super annoying rn. I can understand the frustration because all the effort and time you put into something just for it to not work or backfire or fall short sucks. A lot. It hurts too. And it’s just overall exhausting, emotionally and in general. I didn’t even know tumblr could shadow ban you like what the heck. But honestly this might be a little bit of a good thing. Ao3 is super chill and has a bunch more options for writers in all aspects as compared to tumblr. Tumblr is becoming much like the new systems everywhere where the most liked content or the most popular content is uploaded first and what not. It’s really exhausting sorting all that out , I know, I’ve tried. But whatever you decide to do know that you have my full and complete support Belle!!! I honestly don’t where or when or how often you post fics I’ll be reading them as soon as I find them all the same. And even if you decided to take a break or go in a hiatus or just not write for a while I’d still be here you know? This is just me reminding you that you’re human too and yes I came for the fics but I’m staying for Belle. Let me know when you start posting/make your ao3 account so I can find it love. Take breaks!!! Drink water!!!! Eat somethings!!!! Rest love!!! I’m not the only anon that wants you to be happy and healthy and well-rested you know? How are you? Like how’re your days going? Is uni going well? How’s the gym? Reply when you can but only when you want to and feel like though okay? Take your time okay sweetheart? I’m not going anywhere anytime soon love ❤️❤️❤️.
- ✨ anon
Please don’t apologize cause you have nothing to be sorry for love, and it really isn’t that big of a deal tbh starry!♡ You had exams and those priorities come first.
It does make me sad that everything i worked for isn’t going so well, but at the same time I wanna look at it the positive way. Maybe it was a way of saying ‘Belle take a break.’ Or a way of saying that ‘You need to get off tumblr cause your content isn’t meant to be here.’ It does hurt when my work is not recognized cause all this is my own content. No one inspires me to write these. Just my ass pushing myself and my followers telling me that they like my work is what drives me to make these, and maybe cause I read them sometimes to comfort myself.
Me ranting under the cut and I'm gonna really different that what I normally do cause this is my uncut and unhinged opinion - which can probably make you dislike me as well
Honestly, this place isn’t cutting it for me anymore. Followers come easy but the number of likes I get speaks a lot about their support (most of them. Not all), you’re not gonna believe it, but when I wrote false south, I was sad to see the number of likes go up. Like sure, I wrote it for the sake of angst, but people just really like writings with a lot of sex here- not shaming anyone but it can’t be all about sex right? Not all works are smut, but like 98% of the top posts are. And my writing isn’t just about smut… it’s to do with capturing everything human. and being completely blunt about the system, i write smut to see how many likes it makes compared to my other works. It's a selling point to make more followers and likes than genuinely enjoying the experience of it. And I get bored of it very easily after some time which is why i write longer fics so that it can be the best of both. But now I have a pref for heavy plot, cause that's where most of my real writing lies. Erotica constantly gets boring and i don't want to write it all the time. (and sometimes you have to force yourself to do it just so you can keep up with other authors as well cause this is like a pressure field of writing tbh) And cause of that my content is not meant for this space. And it was getting on my nerves to see that “writings” with "Twitter links". Like literally twitter links. Something that you’ve not even created on your own, gets more likes than an author who has put in effort into their writing and it really shows. It's one of the reasons I stopped reading fanfiction here. And another thing that bothers me are some of the other authors and readers who want to white-knight characters and impose drama and discourse along with hate. I'm much better off without that and I know the worth of my writing in comparison to that. Not to mention, some of the characters are so... misinterpreted. Like first, we're writing for anime characters, second... most of them are japanese. And if you study about japanese culture or did more research, they're not very open to the idea of PDA. In europe and america, things are different with pda and people are more open. But in Japan? things are very different cause they don't show much pda. but then again. its fanfiction and anyone can write what they want cause its not published work and its a form of therapy to some while for someone else it offers a lot of comfort as well as expressing fantasies and wanting to do new things but not in reality.
Speaking for my work - My plots are heavy, thought through and that’s where the quality of writing kicks in. Works with quality on the other hand are difficult to find here. So yeah, I'm moving to ao3. I'd rather my content be seen and discovered late than being hidden. And besides, I'm not the only author to get shadow banned. There are many others who have gone through the same thing and they've taken to ao3. And I'm really happy that you're staying for me, Starry and thank you for the support you're giving me. I honestly didn't think that people would wanna come back and talk to me on my blog (which is something i'm fine with as well) but I'm very surprised that some of you do want to interact 0)^^(0 And I'm really thankful for that. So thank you starry and everyone ♡ it means a lot to me.
i'm thinking abt a username to use so that I can start posting my works on ao3... i already have my account but I was thinking about starting a new one so that I can start over. and the first thing to be uploaded is ocean hues. I'm doing great! Just tired and feeling blue a bit this week about my account being shadow banned but at the same time kinda relieved cause I'm moving out- sorta. Gym's going well too! I got shoulder cuts (i'm really happy with the progress). You're really sweet yk that? ♡ *pulls cheek adoringly*
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imthecleric · 2 years ago
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )
○  name: Bas  ○  pronouns: She/They
○    preference of communication: Discord if you have it, Tumblr ask if we haven’t ever talked, Tumblr message if we have talked no matter the way (just threading or actual ooc stuff)
○    name of muse(s): Will (go to my sideblog hub if you want the rest)
○    platforms you’ve used: Forums, inkpop, neopets, wire, discord (though i am not to be trusted there i never reply LOL), twitter
○    best experience: I have been around so long I don’t really know. I have so many good experiences like how welcoming this fandom was when I made will, how the first group I ever roleplayed in permanently retired my character and for years consulted me for his NPC status when I had to leave because they were so attached to my version of him, the friends i’ve made across platforms, a few I have even met IRL. Like so many.
○    rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: uncut posts, no rules, no about of any sort (even like name age and shit) specifically on multis, and a few others that are more controversial so I will save them for myself.
○    fluff, angst, or smut: Angst. I love fluff but for the love of god do I need it to go somewhere. I have found fluff threads often seem aimless and meander because its just compliments and platitudes among ships. I need something to happen. Fluff does not just mean making kissy faces okay. And smut I personally write it on exactly one blog of mine, and that blog is not and will never be this one. I tend to not write smut in general, my ace ass cannot figure out how to make it seem not awkward.
○    plots or memes:○  BOTH. I love plots. But memes are by far the easiest way to interact with me. Even if I might seem to take forever to write it I will get to it.
○    best time to write: Whenever I do. I go through phases of heavy fanfic reading then writing so like. Who knows.
○    are you like your muse(s): I do believe people would say I am like Will mainly because I put other’s feelings first, to my own detriment.
tagged by:  my fav @zoomingupthathill​
tagging: YOU and specifically @freakedtastic​  and   @mikewheelertm​
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thesupersaiyanprincess · 3 years ago
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here's a little self-indulgent probably 2 or 3 part smut without plot hahaha
Wordcount: ~1500
Content: oral, male receiving, somnophilia, reader is: a brat, a saiyan, a sub, a slut for Vegeta's cock in her mouth, good at teasing, in a lot of trouble
I hope you guys enjoy, comments and likes fuel my fanfic writing, I'm still in shock that Split has about 70 notes combined! Chapter 3 of that is coming slowly, but I'll get there eventually :)
Morning
Part 1
Waking up in the early morning has always been your least favourite thing to do. Your eyes stayed shut as your ears instantly adjusted to the loud world around you. You could hear the wind and rain outside your window and the sound of your Saiyans snoring coming from next to you. Your body felt warm and heavy and comfortable. You opened one eye to take a peek at the time, and the clock on the bedside table blared 4:47 am. 
The bedroom was dark, almost pitch black aside from the red ominous glow of the alarm clock. You hated waking up early, sure, but you loved the opportunity it presented. You never woke up before Vegeta did, not once in the time you've been together, which sucked for him because one of his biggest fantasies is waking up to his cock in one of your holes. 
You rolled over to your other side to look at Vegeta through the darkness, his face looking peaceful for once, even in the red glow of the room. His tail had been wrapped around yours all night, though he would never admit to having done so. You reached in between you and him where your tails lay curled together and stroked the tip of his in the way you know is soothing. 
You were just about to wriggle closer to Vegeta's big warm body when you felt his arm reach out for you. For a second you thought your plan was ruined, but one look at his face said he was still asleep. You took the opportunity to be pulled onto his chest and held against him by his strong, thick arms. You could feel his warm breath in your hair and his muscly body was as soft as ever as you melted perfectly into him. Intertwined. Legs and tails and arms wrapped around each other. Warm, soft, peaceful… 
… Horny...
You thought about the look your Prince would have on his face if he opened his eyes to see you peering up at him with your lips kissing the base of his cock. As your imagination wandered, your hand slowly trailed down from his chest to his abs, then to his v-line and the band of his boxers, then back up again, taking your time to feel how relaxed his muscles were under your fingertips.
You slid your hand down his chest and abdomen again, only this time you didn't stop at his waistband. You tucked your fingers into his boxers and felt for his cock. When your fingers made contact with the soft skin of Vegeta's deliciously uncut dick, you were pleasantly surprised to find it in a semi-erect state, meaning it wouldn't take you long to get him fully hard. Though it also meant your fantasy of feeling him get hard in your mouth was now unavailable. 
You felt Vegeta's arms around you shift and you took the loosening of his grip as your opportunity to slide down under the blanket, stopping when your head was in line with his dick in your hand. You used your left hand to pull his boxers down just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock, your right hand was gripped to the base of his shaft, making sure to hold the skin in such a way as to not reveal the Prince's sensitive, protected tip. You took a moment to glide your hand up and down his shaft slowly a few times, and you could've sworn you felt his leg tense. 
You knew for a fact both of his legs tensed when your wet tongue made contact with the small sliver of his tip you allowed to peek through the foreskin. You didn't want him to wake up before you had his hard cock in the back of your throat, so you began to move more quickly. You slid your mouth on his cock in just the way that always made him quiver while conscious, and you were delighted to find that he had the same reaction while asleep too. 
As his cock slowly slid to the back of your mouth, you rubbed your tongue gently on the underside of his shaft, a movement which made his tail wrap tighter around yours, and caused his legs to tense again. When he reached the back of your throat, you stopped, your soft lips around the base of his shaft as you kept your tongue swirling patterns into the sides and tip of his cock, and after a few moments, you realised his cock was getting harder. You sucked and swallowed on his dick revelling in the feeling of it in your mouth and now the back of your throat. 
You began to wonder how long Vegeta would take to wake up, and you didn't have to wait long for an answer. After perhaps another 30 seconds of your tongues anatomy lesson, you heard a gasp and a groan and then you felt a hand snake its way down into your hair and grab a fistful of it. He held your messy bed hair tightly in his grip and lifted your head, up and down, slowly on his solid dick, before holding your mouth a little ways up and fucking your throat slowly with his thick shaft. 
You could hear it in his voice that it felt so good, he had such a whimper in his tone and his moans were never softer. You were used to his full exertion, loud, rough moans, but hearing him whisper profanities and your name under his breath; it made your core flutter with something akin to fire. 
"Uh, oh my.. fuck y/n…" Vegeta whispered as you swallowed his cock and forced him deeper into the back of your throat. He slowed his pace for a moment, seemingly enjoying the new tightness of your soft throat around him. You were still under the covers enjoying the feeling of his hand in your hair. 
As he bottomed out in your throat you decided that now was the time to stop letting him have all the control. You squeezed your hands into Vegeta's thick thighs where you had them resting and held your head in place with just the tip of his cock in your mouth. He tried to force you back down but you resisted and started swirling your tongue around his tip instead. 
"Uh y/n.. what are you doing… fuck..." This new change of pace had him groaning frustratedly. "Let me fuck your throat woman.. please… uh, oh kami.. fuck" He began to fall apart and the frustration turned to groans of pleasure as you teased the sensitive underside of his tip with your soft tongue. 
"please y/n, oh fuck your tongue.. when did you, oh fuck.. learn to do this?.. uh, fuck y/n" He panted his words out between heavy, erratic breaths. You could tell from his breathing that he was close to cumming, just from your tongue on his tip. Uncut truly is superior, sensitivity wise. "Y/n please, you're gonna.. you're gonna make me cum.. uh, y/n please" as he spoke his pitch grew higher and his breathing grew faster and you felt his whole body tense under your palms.
"Oh y/n, uh fuck y/n I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" He moaned loudly and gripped your hair harder trying desperately to force your head down onto his pulsating cock, but he was too weak with pleasure and sleep, and you overpowered him easily. Just before he could get his release, you removed your tongue and gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing his orgasm successfully. The smallest amount of white fluid leaked from the tip of his pulsing, red, over sensitive cock, and you licked it up gently, being careful not to trigger another orgasm.
You loved when your prince was like this. weak with pleasure from your mouth, precum leaking from his tip, soft profanities pouring from his mouth. At that moment you felt the blanket lift and get tossed to the floor. You peered up to look vegeta in his eyes and were met with a glorious sight. His spiky hair was in it's fluffy, dishevelled just-woke-up state, and his whole face had a soft pink hue. He had blood leaking from his lip and you assume he must've bitten through it by accident with his sharp canines. He looked so perfect like this; lust in his eyes, tongue peaking from his open mouth, blood trailing down his chin, panting from pleasure and pain; perfect. 
He grabbed you by your throat and brought your face up to his to look you directly in the eyes. "You're going to pay for that you know, y/n." he whispered threateningly with an evil smirk on his lips. You were about to make a bratty reply when he pulled your face closer to his and shut you up with his tongue in your mouth. "Be quiet and lay down." 
You did as you were told.
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pharawee · 1 year ago
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Hey! The way you talk about I feel you linger in the air makes me curious and wonder if I should check it out but only one episode is out and I tend to rather wait till more are out but I might get persuaded if you feel like it? Hehe. How would you summarise what is the show about and the main characters are like?
Hi anon! 💜
I'm not a bingewatcher myself (especially with so many shows on at the same time) but I totally get why you'd rather wait for more eps to come out.
If it helps, I don't think IFYLITA is going to be a very cliffhanger-heavy show. Plus, each ep is going to be over an hour long (the first ep was 1h12m) so maybe that helps too?
I'm extremely biased of course so my personal opinion is: watch the show asap! 🤣 The uncut version is on youtube with good English subs so it's easy to access and to support.
The series itself is about a kind, heartbroken architect, Jom, who through mysterious means time-travels to 1920s Chiang Mai and meets a man he's previously seen in his dreams (and in drawings). The man, Yai, is the son of the local governor and seems just as intrigued with Jom, so in order to keep him close (and out of trouble) he hires him to be his personal servant. Romance (and mystery!) ensues.
It's a beautifully shot show with great acting and interesting set design.
Some very vague spoilers behind the cut, just to give you an idea about the show's themes:
There's going to lots of longing, and thinly-veiled courting (on Yai's part) but neither of the main characters are especially shy or hesitant. They're very aware of their feelings and the limitations society at that time puts on them.
There's also going to be some intrigue, and lingering feelings of sadness and dread. But rest assured that the show will have a happy ending (but keep in mind that happy endings work differently in narratives that are set in Buddhist culture).
Also, there is a content warning for SA in the first ep. If you want to I can give you the time stamps. The scene is very short and not important for the plot.
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Burning Bright, Chapter Three
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Characters:  Oberyn Martell and F!Reader and Ellaria Sand
WC:  4902
Other Pieces:  This is part of a series.
CW:  Language.  Violence.  Smut-ish. ��Kicking the plot forward.  18+ to be safe.
AN:  As always – this hews closer to the books, not the television show, but either way – it’s gratuitous fan-fiction stuffed full of tropes.  Tropes on tropes on tropes.  A carnival funhouse mirror full of tropes.  Also, typos will happen.  At some point, “Dorne” WILL be spelled as “Drone,” and I WILL not catch it.
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In his years at the Citadel, Oberyn had been presented with problems and riddles every day.  It was part of the maesters’ training, to teach the boys and young men how to think through problems that had no easy answer.  
Or problems that didn’t have any answer at all.
In the days after your disappearance, it was just like that for Oberyn.  The question:  where were you?  The answer: unknown.
Doran immediately sent out soldiers along every route that led north, checking every city and town and settlement, checking the paths and byways for a young, scared girl fleeing for home.  He sent ravens, reluctantly and after much discussion with his advisors, to your father in Ashemark.  A reply came immediately, shockingly casual about the sudden disappearance of his only daughter.  
If she arrives here, we will send her back was all it said.
Oberyn laid the facts out as best he could.  Sometime between your wedding night and five days after, you disappeared.  You seemed to be on none of the northern routes.  Servants had noticed nothing untoward – no strange behavior, no strange people milling about.  You were quiet.  You drew no eyes.
There were the things you left behind:  a wardrobe of those heavy, simple northern-style dresses.  The small chest with your dowry of gold dragons and uncut topazes still tucked away inside.  A book about Dornish history.  A much more battered book full of fairy stories, dark tales of magic and dragons and Valyria before and after the Doom.  
A slim volume titled “A Guide to Love for Ladies,” which wrenched Oberyn’s heart painfully.  That you had tried to learn about the physical act of love before wedding him...
In a handsomely carved box, there was an ornate dagger set with a topaz in the pommel.  Ellaria had pulled the dagger out of the box, and the small note fluttered to the floor.  Oberyn plucked it off of the floor and read it, and the ache in his chest grew.  In your plain, clear handwriting, you had written my dear husband, and he couldn’t finish reading it for the shame that washed over him, hot and sickly.
Days passed.  Weeks.  
The shame grew.  It was startling, how his rage and blood-lust fell before how deeply ashamed he was.  Ellaria didn’t try to comfort him.  She couched her words carefully, but she didn’t coddle him.  It was one of the many reasons he loved her so – many men and women were obsequious to him, telling the prince what he wanted to hear.  Ellaria always spoke the truth, even when it was painful.
“I believe she decided to flee after the argument between you and Doran,” she said.  “She never felt welcome here, my love.”
“I know.”  A million terrible thoughts roiled through his head, all the ways you could come to harm.  You were so sheltered, so innocent.  He remembered how you looked walking down the aisle at the sept.  You were barely a woman grown, still so young.  You would be like a lamb walking amongst wolves.  
The similarity to his own sister wasn’t lost on him.  Elia had been a gentle soul sent into the jaws of monsters.  Had you fared any better?  You had found more kindness from his niece and from his lover than you had from him.  He hadn’t needed to fawn over you and fake at being in love.  All he had to do was show the barest courtesy.  Instead, he had driven you away, and now you were in danger.
A fortnight passed and then another.  Ravens came and went, but the messages were always the same.  You had not been sighted.  People would watch for you.  Doran’s scouts expanded their search to King’s Landing, Lannisport, Oldetown.  A raven was even sent to your mother’s family, House Carron in the stormlands.  The reply, stamped with the nightingale sigil, politely said that they had never met you, let alone sheltered you in your escape from your marriage.
Oberyn always thought it unfair that the Citadel only accepted men.  Ellaria would have made an excellent maester between her sharp mind and even sharper eye.  She searched your abandoned rooms and found far more clues than he had.
The chest with your dowry – Ellaria counted it, frowned, counted it again.  She asked what the agreed upon amount had been.  The amount in the chest was far less.
“She took some of the dowry with her,” Ellaria mused.  “She also took two of her wedding gifts – the stiletto I gave her and the dragon’s egg from Arianne.  She must have taken them.  I cannot find them anywhere.”
In the cold ashes of the grate, she found two more clues.  The first was a scrap of parchment, mostly burned, but one edge remained.  It looked like a bill of sale, for boots, and Ellaria sent an army of servants to scour the Street of Tailors until they found the place.  Ellaria and Oberyn both visited the small merchant who confirmed that a young woman had been there weeks and weeks ago.
“Her brother was planning a journey,” the man told them.  “She needed an entire outfitting for him.  Boots, trousers, tunics.”
Oberyn and his lover exchanged a look of dread.  That explained the second clue from the ashes of your hearth – the braid of pale hair.  Before you ran, you had cut your hair short, outfitted yourself in men’s clothing – it hadn’t been a spur-of-the-moment decision at all.  It had been well-planned.
“I do not think she went north,” Ellaria said slowly, piecing it together in her head just as Oberyn did the same.  
“Essos,” he agreed.  “But why wouldn’t she go home?”
The look she gave him was sad and full of pity.  “Haven’t you figured it out yet, my sun?  She had no home.”
“What do you mean?”
His paramour sighed, nodded her thanks at the merchant, and then left the shop.  Back inside the palanquin, she told Oberyn everything she knew about you.  Everything she had observed, much of it in plain sight and right before his own eyes.
“She arrived with a septa and a handful of soldiers, and no one from her family or house came to the wedding.  She was utterly alone, my love.  Lord Fowler removed her maiden’s cloak.”  She paused and looked out at the passing street as they made their way back to the castle.  “What would your father have done if Elia turned up missing days after her wedding?  My father would turn the world inside out to find me, and I’m just a Sand.  If I were a lady and peace hinged on my marriage?  Do you not think it strange that Lord Marbrand hasn’t done more?”
Oberyn nodded.  Your father’s marked lack of interest had needled at him, but how could he complain of that?  He himself hadn’t been any better.
“Ashemark was never a home to her.  It’s just where she grew up.”
“Dorne should have been her home,” Oberyn added, and there was no need to say why it wasn’t.
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They sent scouts to Essos too, but your trail had long grown cold.  They found the merchant ship you had booked passage on – you had posed as a young man after all – but that was it.  It was as though you had melted into the shadows the moment you touched land in Myr.
The thought of you wandering around Essos made Oberyn sick with fear.  Sick with guilt.  You were too young to navigate Westeros, let alone a land as varied and different as Essos.  They had slavery there, strange religions, different languages and customs.  Would someone kidnap you and press you into one of the awful pleasure houses that specialized in darker pleasures?  Or would someone simply slit your throat for your well-made boots?
Across Westeros, it was a minor scandal, how the Prince of Dorne had lost his bride.  Ridiculous rumors sprung up – that the Red Viper had bricked you alive into a tower to slowly perish.  That the Red Viper had poisoned you and dumped your body in the Greenblood.
That the Red Viper had taken his revenge on you, a stand-in for the hated Lannisters.  That he had raped you and crushed your head to avenge poor Elia.
Oberyn hardly cared what the hypocrites in the North thought of him, but it fed into his guilty conscience.  If you died, if you suffered even a single scratch, it would be his fault.
Ellaria told him once that she had asked you what you thought of their open love.  According to her, you had frowned in thought and then answered that you had no opinion, having never experienced it before.
“At the time, I thought she meant she never experienced an open love like ours,” Ellaria said.  “I thought, of course not.  Of course she hadn’t.  But then I realized – she meant that she had never experienced love at all.”
For Prince Oberyn, surrounded by a surfeit of love:  the love of his brother and niece and nephews, the love of his people and bannermen and women, the love of his four elder daughters, the love of Ellaria and their two small daughters and the babe that now grew in his paramour (perhaps another daughter).  He had so much, and the thought that you had none?
It chastened him.  It haunted him.  
And it made him strive to be a better man, should he ever find you.
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The years passed.  The seasons in Dorne came and went.  There was a minor drought one year, and the lemons in the small grove where you and Ellaria had strolled were small and bitter.  Ellaria birthed him a third daughter, and then a fourth.  Prince Oberyn and his small army of Sand Snakes.  He couldn’t be prouder.
At some point, House Marbrand declared you dead.  There were negotiations to return your dowry, and House Martell made up the difference that you had taken with you.  Oberyn kept your book of fairy stories, though.  It was too well-worn to have not been well-loved.  He figured you would have taken it with you if you hadn’t been traveling light.
He wore the dagger you had meant to gift him.  It was cunningly wrought, and deceptively sharp.  Sometimes, when he was standing and deep in thought, he would stroke the pad of his thumb over the topaz set in the pommel.
His thirst for revenge cooled, though it never died completely.  Sobered by your disappearance, he sat more with Doran and applied himself more to the art of statecraft.  He learned the subtle art of biding his time.
Westeros moved on too.  People married, people died.  People gave birth.  Cersei Lannister birthed a few spare children should the heir die, and if the rumors were to be believed, Robert Baratheon had a passel of bastards spread across King’s Landing too.
It always interested Oberyn the difference between Dorne and the rest of Westeros, how each treated their bastards.  In Dorne, they were treated well – could inherit and own property and become heads of great houses.  
In Westeros, they could do none of those things….yet they were still so dangerous that they were often killed for their illegitimate parentage.  Northern bastards were contradictions:  nobodies with no power until the moment they weren’t.
Jon Arryn, Hand of the King, died suddenly.  Poisoned, it was whispered.  Then Ned Stark, beheaded.  Baratheon bastards slaughtered in their cradles.  The kingdom tore apart.  The north rose up and crowned Robb Stark.  Stannis Baratheon made a claim.  The Iron Islands did….whatever weird shit the Iron Islands did, drowned a man or read signs in piles of seaweed.
A handful of Lannister soldiers turned up dead, torn to pieces, their heads tossed in the grand fountain in the square in Lannisport, a gruesome discovery for the early-morning merchants who sold their wares there.
Amory Lorch turned up dead, stabbed dozens of times.
Small-folk whispered of shadows that took form.  There were rumors in the north of a great undead king amassing an army of skeletons.  Rumors from Essos of dragons hatched in a funeral pyre.  Rumors of glass candles in the Citadel burning for the first time in centuries.  
Oberyn dismissed the rumors.  People got superstitious during war.  It was a way for them to cope with the food shortages and bloodshed.
He had other things to concern himself with.  The brat king Joffrey was to marry some Tyrell girl, and Oberyn’s time for revenge was upon him.
He gathered Ellaria and an honor guard of Dornish lords and traveled to King’s Landing.  To take his seat on the small council, to attend the royal wedding.  To demand revenge for Elia’s murder.
Oberyn knew that Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch were responsible for the deaths of his sister and nephew and niece.  Unfortunate that Lorch had met his bloody end already, but Clegane was alive and well.  Oberyn had a poison especially made for him, but not before he admitted that it was Tywin Lannister who ordered his beloved sister dead.
King’s Landing smelled like shit.  He and Ellaria stayed in as much as they could, kept themselves hidden away in the best brothel they could find.  He took his pleasure in all the varied flesh he could pay for, exhausting himself and watching Ellaria take her own pleasure when he was too tired.  They even helped themselves to some of the Westerosi lords and ladies.  Loras Tyrell was a delightful find.  A pair of energetic ladies from Haystack Hall.
The wedding proved interesting.  Oberyn would never admit that he enjoyed watching Joffrey Baratheon choke to death on his own blood and bile, but some of the whores had whispered stories of the boy’s petty cruelty.  By Oberyn’s estimation, the kingdom didn’t need another cruel king, and it was no great loss.
The opportunity seemed divinely sent:  Tyrion Lannister was accused of the murder, and he chose trial by combat.  It was Oberyn’s one chance to slay Clegane and enact vengeance.  
But something happened, and suddenly the dark rumors around Westeros seemed…plausible.  Before Oberyn could speak to Tyrion and offer his services as his champion, the imp simply…disappeared.  Like smoke.  None of it made sense – his cell in the Black Cells was locked, but empty, and no one had seen him anywhere.  And Tyrion was unique.  He would draw eyes.
It wasn’t all.  Clegane was found murdered.
Oberyn felt an indescribable chill when he heard word of Clegane’s demise.  It felt like an icy finger drawn down his back, each knob of his spine set with a faint ache echoed by an awful headache that haunted him for days.  He had terrible dreams in those few days, and he swore that, in the middle of the worst of it, he felt a warm palm lay across his forehead.  
When he opened his eyes in the half-light of early morning, though, there was no one there.  Ellaria snored softly beside him, and a sudden thought raised in his mind, unbidden.  I have escaped a terrible death.
Gregor Clegane did not escape a terrible death.  When they found him, he had been parted from his cock with a single stroke of some sharp blade.  The blood had been terrible, but it wasn’t the worst thing.  His skull, shattered beyond recognition, was far worse.  The servant who found him had fainted at the sight, and they were only able to identify the Mountain’s body by the sheer size and certain scars.
Dark things are afoot, people said, but Oberyn wasn’t quite so sure.  It felt as though someone was pressing their thumb on a great unbalanced scale, pushing one side down to bring a sense of equilibrium.
It was a chain of events that plunged the continent in fire and blood.
And it would bring you back to him, eventually.
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If truth be told, you had doubted your plan until the moment at the wedding feast with the pigeon pie.  When you watched those birds spring from the pie, spread their wings and take to the sky, it made your own heart flutter.  Not in fear – in excitement.  You could fly away too.
It was so easy.  Shockingly so.  You spent your wedding night alone and dry-eyed.  There was no weeping because you were unloved, and no weeping because you had been claimed by a hateful husband.  When you woke the next morning, you threw open the shutters to your balcony and took a deep breath.  That fluttery feeling in your chest again.  It was a feeling of possibilities.  
From Sunspear, you could just make out the salt of the sea.  Essos called to you.
You knew it would be dangerous.  You knew it was likely that you’d come to harm, possibly even death.  But wouldn’t it be worth it, to see some of the wonders of the world before you died?  Your own mother died in the childbed in a damp stone castle beside a river.  Was dying in the Great Dothraki Sea, or in the streets of Pentos any worse?
Wonderful Ellaria – or more appropriately, the feisty babe in her belly – provided all the distraction you needed.  As servants scurried to bring heated water and fresh linens, you slipped out of the castle and through the Threefold Gate.
To the docks, to a ship, to the Narrow Sea.  To Myr.
You made mistakes, of course.  Clothing didn’t make you a man, and your first few weeks drew more looks and attention then you wanted.  So you studied others.  You were good at observing, so it was easy enough to learn how to be a man.
A man didn’t bother with fastidious cleaning.  You let your short-cropped hair curl and corkscrew how it pleased.  You let dirt grime under your nails.  You learned how to wipe your mouth on your sleeve, the grease of a tavern chicken or a mug of weak ale.
A man didn’t mince his steps.  You learned how to stride, how to march down a street without yielding to others.  
You learned to make eye contact, to put volume behind your low voice.  You practiced with the stiletto Ellaria had gifted you, and you bought a small sword that you practiced with too.  Your hands grew calloused.
Between your coin and your gems, if you lived simply, you could last years.  
You stayed in Myr for a month and picked up phrases in ten different tongues.  Then you went north.  
You spent two months in Pentos.  You found that you had a knack for languages, and you learned a fair amount of High Valyrian.  You hired a sell-sword to teach you how to use your sword properly, and you spent time by the harbor watching the ships come in.  You learned the rough trade talk of gestures and insults.  You picked up some Dothraki and smiled to think of your father if he could see you now – sitting spread-legged in Pentos in men’s clothing, growling out the words of the great horse-lords of Essos.
You listened to gossip.  You heard of the two ragged Targaryen exiles and how the girl was to be married off to a Dothraki lord.  She was a few years younger than you, you reckoned.
You hoped her marriage was better than yours had been.  You hoped the man was a gentle one.
Sometimes you thought of Oberyn.  More often, you thought of Arianne and Larra.  You thought of Ellaria, and you lit a candle for her in one of the many strange shrines in Pentos.  You wished her good health, for her and her babe, for the children she had and those she may yet have.
At night, you had strange dreams.  You dreamt of dragons, over and over again, and it was like when you were a child.  
It was the egg, probably.  You kept it carefully hidden, except at night.  In your small rented room, you took it out and held it.  It always felt warm, and you always slipped into a deeply peaceful state as you stared at it.  In the flickering candlelight, the scales seemed more vivid.  The blue was as deep as the Narrow Sea on a summer day.  The silver was dark, like the edge of the horizon before twilight.
You planned.
You asked around discreetly and found a man to be hired for protection.  You wanted to travel east, to study the ruined cities between Pentos and Valyria.  You had a vague idea that you could sketch the ruins, study them, perhaps write a book.
Perhaps you could write a book for lonely little girls to read.  Perhaps, hundreds of years in the future when your bones were dust, those little girls would follow in your footsteps and write their own books.
Your hired protection was a tall, broad man named Karne.  You hired him because he saw things others missed.
“You needn’t fear me,” he told you in the tavern where you met.  “I am a eunuch.”
“Why would that matter?” you asked.
He shrugged.  “Because a woman traveling alone with a man has a fear of certain violations.  You needn’t fear those from me.”
You flushed at what he was implying, but you smiled too.  “What makes you think I am a woman?”
He returned your smile with one of his own.  In his sing-song Lhazareen accent, he ticked off points on his fingers.
“Your face is smooth of hair, no matter how you try to hide it under dirt.  You’re terribly polite.  And every man in this place, except for you and me, is staring at that particularly buxom serving wench with the red hair.”
You laughed at him.  “Perhaps I’m a man who prefers the company of other men.”
“Perhaps.  Or perhaps your Westerosi accent gives you away as a woman hiding as a man so that you can be free.”
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You went east.  
You spent an entire month in the ruined city of Chroyane.  You and Karne camped alongside the river.  You sketched all day, explored the half-drowned ruins as Karne and you took turns pushing the pole-boat through the shallow waters.
In the evenings, Karne taught you more sword-work.  He told you a bit about his life, how he had been kidnapped from his peaceful home by the Dothraki.  How he earned his freedom over the course of many years.  You asked about the bronze medallion he wore around his neck, and he showed it to you, how the engraved sun and moon were part of his obscure religion.
You shared as much as you felt comfortable with, which meant you told lies that hewed as close to the truth as you could.  You were vague about an unhappy betrothal, which was true enough.
You resupplied in Selhorys.  You indulged in a hot bath, ate warm food until you felt pleasantly drowsy.  You bought new paints and new books full of blank pages just waiting to be filled.
Then the two of you picked up the path of the demon road.
In Mantarys, the people weren’t twisted beasts as your stories had implied.  They were suspicious-eyed and cold, and after a single night, you moved on.
Bhorash was another ruined city, but it did not hold the melancholic charm of Chroyane.  It was all tumbledown stone buildings choked with nettles and thorny weeds.  You snapped off a flower from one of the weeds, a deep purple thing, and the cut stem oozed a sap that burned your hand.  It blistered and itched for days afterwards.
“A cursed place,” Karne proclaimed.  You had to agree.
Onto Meereen, Yunkai, Astapor and the ruins in between them.  The great cities were wonders in their own right, but those wonders came at a cost – the slaves in their thick collars and chains.  Over a private dinner in your shared quarters, you spoke with Karne about it freely.
“The world is out of balance,” he told you.  “It is a great evil.”
You had to agree with that too.
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It seemed that as you moved east, closer to the shadowlands, your dreams got darker too.  They were still dragon dreams, but they were vivid.  You often woke up with a gasp, the acrid smell of smoke in your nose, the iron taste of blood in your mouth.
Many of the stories you had heard of Essos were just exaggerations or completely wrong.  But Asshai was as dark and mysterious as you had been led to believe.  Full of dark magic and witches and mages.  In your fairy stories, it was always where the evil wizards or the helpful witches came from.
You arrived early in the morning, but the sun seemed unable to break the funereal pall that hung over the city.  The buildings were all variations made from the same dark stone, and the streets were quiet.  There was no boisterous yelling from merchants and mongers.  There was no birdsong, no barking dogs.
“Why, there’s no children here,” you remarked to Karne, and the man only grunted his assent.  The city seemed to put him on edge, and he reflected the eerie silence of the place.
The two of you split up:  he went to secure lodging, and you went to explore a bazaar full of artisans selling dragonglass.  By the time Karne found you, you had settled on a simple pendant of the glassy black stone carved into the curved shape of a dragon’s claw.
You followed your hired protection out of the bazaar and down the quiet thoroughfare.  Down narrow alleys until you were standing in front of the building where he found quarters to rent.
Later on, you would blame the eerie quiet of the city.  You were usually so observant, catching what other people were blind to.  The clue was right there on the lintel of the door that you walked under to enter the building – the large carved image of a moon and sun, the same as the medallion that Karne wore.
It was no inn or guesthouse.  It was apparent immediately.  The tiled floor was black tile polished to such a high shine that it reflected everything.  You, Karne.  The kind-faced old woman who stood in the middle of the bare room.  Waiting for you.
“Lady Marbrand,” she said, and her voice was a lilting song so sweet your mind flailed at the situation.
“I’m not – no, that’s not – “you stammered.  The woman smiled and shook her head.
“No, you are not,” she agreed as she cut you off.  “Who are you then?  A princess of Dorne, perhaps?”
Your mind spun uselessly, but an animal panic flooded your veins, and your feet tried to carry you to safety.  You stepped backwards but hit the solid mass of Karne.  Your protector, now blocking the door.  Your hand reached for the hilt of your sheathed sword, but he reached out and plucked it from you as easily as a giant taking something from a babe.  Your breath caught in your throat and you turned to face the old woman.  Your heart was hammering in your chest, and not in the way you were used to now.  It was pure fear.
“Who are you?” she repeated, and even if you weren’t trembling in terror before her, you weren’t sure you had an answer to that question.
“I’m no one,” you answered, and it seemed as honest an answer as any.  You certainly weren’t a beloved daughter or treasured wife.  You weren’t a beauty or a great wit or a scholar.  At best, you were a traveler playing at being an explorer, but you had stumbled badly.  You had reached your end in the shadowlands, and experienced travelers – even the ones in your childish fairy stories – knew to avoid places with names like shadowlands.  It was like trekking into a place called Death Mountain or Realm of Doom.  The warning was right there in the name.
There was movement in the shadows of the room, a flicker of torchlight, but you were frozen in place.  A robed servant handed a torch to the old woman, and you felt Karne reach out and gently take your pack off your shoulders.  He stepped back.
“There’s always a choice, girl,” the woman said kindly.  “Would you like to know who you are?  Or would you like for Karne to take you home to…”  She trailed off and pulled a mock-confused face.  “Ashemark?  Or Dorne?  Where is your home, girl?”
In your stories, it was the timid girls who were turned back, who failed to find the treasure or the handsome prince or the arcane knowledge that could save the world.  
You had made a vow to be the second type of girl.  Bold.  Brave, even if your heart was in your throat and cold rivulets of fear-sweat was trickling between your shoulder blades.
You nodded at the woman.  “I want to know who I am,” you added, and your voice didn’t shake as badly as you thought it might.
The kindly old woman smiled at you.  “A courageous choice.  We were right to watch for you, girl.”
Before you could ask what that meant, she tossed the torch at your feet.  The oil splashed against your legs, soaked you to the skin, and the flames swallowed you so fast you couldn’t move.  Your clothes fell away to ash and smoke.
But you did not burn.
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jaybird-fanfics · 3 years ago
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Thing Of The Past |Ch.20|
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⚠️Warnings: This story contains adult/sexual themes, graphic violence, and harsh language, please read with caution. Some of the plot from bnha/mha had been altered to better fit this story line.
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Dabi staggered back as Hawks's fist collided with his face once again. After hearing about what happened to Y/n, his anger took over, and now here he was, beating Dabi within an inch of his life. "How did this happen!?" Hawks yelled as he punched him again. Dabi met him with a monotoned response. " I was dying. That's how." And he still was, if Hawks kept going like this. "I'm not talking about that!"
"Then what?" Dabi panted, wiping his bloodied nose. "How did someone like Y/n, become so attached to someone like you!?" Dabi didn't meet Hawks' stare. "I see you took quite a liking to her in my absence." Hawks growled before punching him again, harder than the last, nearly toppling Dabi to the ground. "You know I'm gonna die of blood loss if you keep-"
"Do you have any idea of how much she loves you!?"
Dabi finally looked at Hawks with a shocked expression. "Do you, even love her at all?" His shock, turned quickly to anger. "Yeah, I do actually." Hawks laughed crudely. "No the fuck you don't! If you really loved her, you wouldn't have treated her like you did!" Hawks continued. "She told me herself how much she cared about you. You should have seen how hurt she was when she admitted it. She knows you're a shit person, and yet she still loves you. I can't possibly understand why...but Y/n she's...she means so much to me. And I refuse to see her hurt anymore over the likes of you! She came all this way, risked her life for you, and you don't even looked bothered!"
"You don't know a thing about how I feel!" Dabi snapped. "I loved her! I've always loved her! From the very first day I met her, I knew I had finally found someone who could see past my scars and love me for who I really am!" Dabi fell to his knees. "I swore to protect her, and I ended up hurting her. All because, I was too afraid to let her know, what my life had became. I'm not the same person that I was, I thought if she knew that...she would have left me. But even after I told her...she said she still loved me..." He continued.
"When she broke all ties with me...When I watched Hakai take her away...I felt something within me that I thought died a long time ago...pain. It hurt so bad, that I thought I might actually had been dying. So don't you dare pretend to know how I feel."
Then came a heavy silence between the two men.
Hawks approached Dabi, who kept his empty gaze steady on the dirt ground. He didn't flinch as Hawks stepped in front of him. However, he didn't expect Hawks to lower his hand, held out for Dabi to take. He looked up at Hawks, confused. "If you really love her that much...then do one good thing in your life...and help me save her." Hawks spoke calmly, not a trace of trickery in his eyes. Dabi never thought he'd live to see the day where he actually considered helping a hero.
A hero he didn't particularly favor at that, but Y/n was far more important this his petty rivalry with the feathered hero. And so, he put his pride aside, and took Hawks' hand.
"Don't think this is a permanent truce." Hawks started. "As soon as we save Y/n, you'll go right back to being a villain. Understand?" Dabi's grip on Hawks' hand became tighter. "No shit. When Y/n's safe, I'm gonna be on your ass like flies on shit."
"Then we're agreed. Now lets go save Y/n..."
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Before they could go with the plan to save Y/n, Hawks had to see that Dabi was treated somehow. So Hawks had taken him back so his wounds could be properly treated. Hawks paid off some random, a bit shady, doctor a hefty amount to keep quiet about the whole ordeal, to which the doctor gladly accepted. "I knew you were a shitty hero." Dabi muttered. "Just shut up and get your ass in there." Hawks sighed heavily.
Once his wound had been sewed up, they were out and on their way. "Doc back there told me your wounds weren't entirely serious. So how come you looked like you were dying of blood loss back there?" Hawks asked, eyeing Dabi's blood stained shirt. "I was." Dabi muttered. "Y/n...she healed me with her quirk." Hawks stopped dead in hi tracks. "Quirk? What quirk? Y/n doesn't have a quirk."
"Well now she does. Don't ask me how, cause I couldn't tell ya if I really wanted to." Dabi put his hand over where the gaping wound use to be. "All I remember is that I felt warm, and before I knew it, I was fine. Well, mostly. Then I heard Hakai talking about her healing him, and you know the rest, he took her." Dabi explained.
Hawks could hardly believe it, but why else would Hakai want Y/n? If he wanted to kill her, he could have easily just done it right then and there. "Y/n has a quirk...wow. Sure is a late bloomer." Dabi repressed a smile as he spoke. "She had always been a bit special like that, this isn't anything too shocking to me. Of course her quirk would have something to do with helping others."
Hawks glances at him. "Just how long have you known Y/n?" He asked. "Long enough. Look. Just because we're saving her together, doesn't mean we have to be all buddy-buddy." Hawks rolled his eyes. "Sure."
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Meanwhile, Hakai had Y/n backed to the very edge of the building. "Last chance. Heal me, or else." He warned her. Y/n stood her ground, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke sternly. "Never." Hakai huffed before grabbing her neck. "Fine. Then I guess I'll just have to make you." Y/n gasped for breath, her heart sinking as she felt her feet dangle from the building. It caught the attention of a few passerby, which turned into more and more, until people were calling for help and taking video of her and Hakai. Still, even being held over a drop of death, Y/n showed no fear.
"Nice knowing you." Hakai smirked as he began to use the same move that would result in the death of a quirk user. Red marks ran from his arm, down to his hand, and up Y/n's neck. It felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing into her throat all at once. She whimpered out a few pained sounds, but never screamed. She would not give him that satisfaction, even though the pain was mind numbing.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt her palms grow warm and glow with light, Hakai groaned out in pain as blood dripped from his nose. This move, was always one he could never perfect. To steal one's quirk and temporarily use it for his own. He had trained himself for years to pull it off, but never could, nearly killed himself a few times during the process as well. But he was determined to make it work this time, even if it did kill him in the end.
More blood fell from his nose as he put more energy into it, soon Y/n whole body was enveloped with warmth and light. The light drained from her, and into Hakai. His arm glowed with the same light until his whole body was covered it in. He felt his body become more and more energized. "Yes! It's working!" He laughed. Y/n felt her own body become weak as her quirk was being stole from her body.
Just as Hakai thought he would completely steal it, a new jolt of pain shot through his head. The pain caused him to let go of Y/n, she was sent plummeting down the tall building, the citizens below yelling out in shock as they saw her falling.
"Eh, oh well. It's more than enough." Hakai chuckled as he felt the new surge of power and energy fill his body. He felt as if he were brand new, like his body had finally caught up with his power.
Y/n felt her world come to a slow as she saw the sky grow further and further away from her. And yet, she felt no fear. She had no longer any fear to give in this moment. Instead, she felt peace as she closed her eyes, welcoming what was coming.
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The harsh grip of death would not meet her however. Instead, she was met with the soft embrace she had been all too familiar with, as well as the voice she had grown to recognize, as the voice of a dear friend. Her eyes opened to see a most welcoming sight. "I got ya Y/n!"
"Keigo." Y/n breathlessly uttered. His hold on her tighten until she could feel him shaking. "That sure was a close one huh?" Hawks flew upwards. "Keigo I'm..." Y/n felt tears brimming her eyes. "Don't worry Y/n. We're here."
We're here? What did he mean by that. Y/n glanced back at he building she was falling from, to see...She gasped at what she saw.
Hakai, who was in shock yelled out. "Damn you...damn you! Why won't you just die!? Dabi!!!"
Dabi stood before Hakai, fists burning with blue flame. "I'm not dying until you're wiped from the world for good, you damn eyesore."
A bright smile found it's way onto Y/n's face, despite the tears that fell from her cheeks. He was alive! Touya was alive!
And he wasn't going anywhere, until he had Y/n back in his arms again...
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literalliterature · 2 years ago
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tell me about "Vesalius," "Once," or both. give me that original fiction. none of that fanfiction stuff I want Pure, Unadulterated Jack Originals. pouring like oil-iridescence from your face holes. uncut and crude.
I'm going to talk about Once because Vesalius is completely up in the air right now with regard to what I want to do with it and needs a complete plot overhaul. Also, I love Once and really ought to get back to it after not really touching it for awhile.
So first off, "Once" is pronounced like the Spanish word for "eleven," not like the English word "once." The story is about fantasy cowboys because as we all know I have a very specific brand, and "elevens" is the name of a particular riding contest that cowboys would have, which carries on in some forms of rodeo today!
Anyway, for my snippet I will post the first opening paragraphs and then provide a bit more detail.
Before she got rabid, we had a collie that breathed heavy when she slept, same way Nets is doing now. Some nights I'd sneak her in from the north field and press my hand down hard on her haunches like I would do to a wall, and she'd give way all at once. She buckled over my knees and pressed herself flat. Long fur puddling all over the blanket, stuck full of burs or sometimes fat ticks that were all seed-hard and round, fur so thick I could stick my whole hand in without feeling her ribs. I think of her, and I think of pelts with just the heads and legs attached. But her breathing was deep and loud and sometimes the only way I knew I hadn't come loose from the world and floated up into the sky. Every breath deep and strong enough to fuel a growl, every breath a puff of sage smoke. I liked that dog. Begged Mother to make a little sibling out of her for me, but only a damn fool would make a child out of a pet and furthermore I've only got the one hand left, is what she told me. And then the dog got rabid anyway, but it probably wouldn't have worked out even if she hadn't. I reckon I wouldn't want that now. Wouldn't be kind to anyone, really, trying to love something like a person when you'd been used to loving it like an animal.
Funny that someone named Nets should remind me of a big old dog, I guess, but it's always been funny, what she reminds me of. Her breath is textured, like the collie's was. It roughens as it runs upstream out of her. I've got nothing to do all night except imagine the path it takes to leave her, starting right from the place where you can feel the throat stick to itself in a dry swallow, coming up and scraping all along the roof of her mouth until it gets past the teeth. She lies on her side and curves her large body into the shape of a crescent moon or empty bowl when she sleeps. I'm small enough to tuck inside her cavity. My belly's to the stub-grass, and I rest my chin and gun barrel on her bicep, since her arm's flopped out. She makes a den of herself, and I don't think too hard about it. It's warm enough, anyway.
So this story focuses primarily on the complicated, potentially rekindling relationship between Nets and the narrator, Millstone, after a long separation, but everything is Not What It Seems about Nets and maybe never was etc. etc. ad infinitum. In the world they live in, human children are Born, capital B, as opposed to being lowercase born, the way that animals are. Being Born like a civilized person means engaging in a magic ritual involving, among other things, the death of an animal that ends up being transfigured into the new child. Mill was Born from a coyote, Nets was Born from a passenger pigeon, and both of them work as "midwives" in addition to regular cowboys--i.e., they help conduct the Birthing ritual for people using the cattle that they herd when requested.
Anyway originally this was going to be a short story but it may turn into a novella, because I'm having too much fun with the world's superstitions and taboos about what it means to be Born from one animal versus another, whether it is possible to revert back to the animal that you were before, etc.
This was incoherent because it's 5:30 AM but lemme know if you want clarification. Thanks Luna <3
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theparanormalperiodical · 4 years ago
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Top 10 Controversial Horror Films That Are Famous For All The Wrong Reasons *gags* *cries*
At the beating heart of horror is offence.
From that undeniable sense of something not being quite right, to the CGI-blood-spurtin’-adrenaline-fuelled scenes that leave us shaking in our boots, horror pivots on the knife edge of controversy.
It’s used to drive plots. It’s used to drive hype. And at the end of the month, it drives studio executives to the bank.
Horror films can be traumatic enough. But there are some films that bear the cross of controversy more than others. There are some films that have been branded as so damaging to their potential viewers that merely circulating copies of the film is illegal.
And yet their infamy has forged cult viewership. What was once shielded from us has now become ‘must see’.
Today we are going to be counting down horror’s most controversial films and what made them quite so topical.
*I’m going to star the ones that you can actually watch without getting traumatised. Some are controversial not because of their content but because some religious or political groups disagreed with them*
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#10 - The Blair Witch Project (1999)*
Let’s ease in with a classic - a classic you can watch without sleeping with the light on.
In this found-footage flick we see a team of film students as they explore a local urban legend. But what they find leads them to unknown and ungodly territory.
The problem with this film is that it was marketed as a true story. No, not based on a true story, a true story. Yep, they claimed what we were seeing was real, found footage of some teens going mad as they forage deeper into mysterious woods.
IMBd went so far as to report that the actors were dead. Then, the movie studio super-charged their efforts to confirm to the public that not only was this film 100% real, the three main actors were still missing. The parents of the actors then started receiving sympathy cards.
There’s even a mocked up website that perpetuates these claims. 
#9 - Night Of The Living Dead (1968)*
Time for another not-too-disturbing film.
This is the original zombie apocalypse film saw a group of Americans attempt to survive an incoming attack of the undead while trapped in a rural farmhouse.
But the Motion Picture Association of America wasn’t too happy about it. The film rating system was yet to be in place, allowing children to also show up for an afternoon screening and be greeted by a 97 minute montage of extreme violence.
“The kids in the audience were stunned. There was almost complete silence. The movie had stopped being delightfully scary about halfway through, and had become unexpectedly terrifying. There was a little girl across the aisle from me, maybe nine years old, who was sitting very still in her seat and crying”
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#8 - Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986)
In this psychological film, we watch a random crime spree take place at the hands of a couple serial killers. Loosely based on real murderers Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole, its controversial reputation was founded on the gore ‘n’ guts screened in the movie.
Whilst it didn’t receive much attention from the public, various classification boards across the world ensured new versions edited with certain scenes - often involving sexual assault and necrophilia - removed for viewers.
In 2003, the BBFC (the UK classification board) finally allowed the uncut version to be released and Australia followed suit in 2005.
#7 - I Spit On Your Grave (1978)
It’s the original rape-revenge flick. And it managed to piss everyone off.
Originally titled Day of the Woman, it tells the story of a fiction writer who exacts revenge on a group of four men who gang rape her.
Despite its pro-women claim-to-fame, the 30 minute rape scene begs to differ. Furious debate surrounds its feminist label as a film that forces the audience to endure rape from a female perspective and long-winded violence against men (something which is often reserved for women in horror). Regardless, the graphic violence earned it a steady ban in Ireland, Norway, Iceland, and West Germany.
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#6 - Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)*
You don’t get many controversial Christmas films. They typically stick to a cookie-cutter plot ‘n’ purpose every holiday season. But there are no strong women who need to rediscover the meaning of Christmas here.
Instead, we see a child traumatised by seeing his parents murdered on Christmas Eve go on a seasonal rampage as an adult.
A week after its release in the early 80s, it was pulled from theatres due to backlash. Marketing was focused on a Santa Claus killer with adverts often airing during family-friendly TV programmes and meant numerous children developed a phobia of Father Christmas. Large crowds protested cinemas with one notable protest involving angry families singing carols at the Interboro Quad Theater in The Bronx.
It was only in 2009 - 25 years after its original release - that a DVD of the film was first made available for purchase in the UK.
#5 - Psycho (1960)*
This legendary film follows the disappearance of a young woman after her encounter with a strange man called Norman Bates, one of horror’s most iconic figures. The controversy that would engulf this fim lay not in the violent attack on an innocent woman or even the disturbing content of the film.
Oh, no. It was because of what the leading lady was wearing.
In the opening scene of the film, we see Janet Leigh wearing nothing but a bra.
*gasp*
This racy attire was emblazoned across promotional material, meeting Hitchcock’s high standards of creating controversy around the movie. There was a no late admission policy for movie theaters, and the posters told viewers “Do not reveal the surprises!” to maintain a mysterious aura around the plot twist.
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#4 - The Human Centipede (2009) (all of ‘em)
I’ve watched a lot of horror films, in case you couldn’t tell.
I’m used to watching a scary movie, shaking off the anxiety, and moving on with my life. But there are some that stayed with me. I only watched the trailer for the first movie, and it legitimately traumatised me. It gave me quite a severe, sudden bout of a depression for a solid month when I was 13.
Throughout horror’s goriest franchise, we see an evil doctor and amateur mad scientist attempt to sow several people together into a centipede-like chain from mouth to anus.
*retches*
At the heart of promoting the franchise was controversy. Tom Six, the director, forced a narrative that claimed from the first film that this was "100% medically accurate". He even alleged a Dutch doctor helped inspire the film, confirming that with an IV drip, this was entirely possible.
Although it didn’t receive furore that amounted to serious censorship or long-term banning, it was infamous for having its viewers vomiting in the cinema aisles.
The second film, however, was subject to much more severe controversy and could not legally be supplied in the UK until 2011 due to its heavy focus on sexual abuse, more graphic violence than the original film, and it’s pretty vile depiction of a murderer that was intellectually disabled.
Audiences were used to the graphic nature of the franchise by the third and final release. As the least-controversial and least-enjoyable film according to critics, it barely made a dent in the horror community.
Good riddance, I guess?
#3 - Faces Of Death (1978)
I’m not sure I’d recommend this one per se - but I will give it credit for being an interesting project.
This documentary-style film is a montage of footage of people dying in different ways. As a result of its very graphic and very real content, it was banned and censored in many countries. Only in 2003 was it released on DVD in the UK after a scene was cut featuring dogs fighting and a monkey being beaten to death.
Germany, Australia, and New Zealand followed suit, reversing their bans and releasing edited versions.
However, 7 years after its release, the media revamped its interest in the film after a maths teacher showed it to his class at a Californian high school. Two of his students claimed they were so traumatised they received a costly settlement to reimburse their emotional distress. Things took a darker turn a year later, when a 14 year old bludgeoned a classmate to death with a baseball bat; he claimed he wanted to see what it would be like to actually kill someone after watching Faces of Death.
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#2 - Cannibal Holocaust (1980)
This Italian film’s title alone hints towards two frightening things: flesh-eating humans and genocide. In this found-footage movie we see an anthropologist lead a rescue team into the Amazon rainforest to find a group of filmmakers that went missing.
The rampant graphic content including sexual assault and animal cruelty showcased in the film (7 animals were killed during filming in some pretty horrific ways) led to it being banned in 50 countries.
Some also alleged that a handful of deaths seen in the film were real, as were the missing film crew. In fact, the actors portraying the documentarians signed contracts that stopped them appearing in motion pictures for an entire year to maintain the illusion of reality.
And only 10 days after its premiere, the director was charged with obscenity and the film confiscated. All copies were to be turned over to the authorities. There are currently a range of versions that have been edited to varying degrees and are allowed for circulation.
#1 - A Serbian Film (2010)
No.
Nope.
Don’t do it. Don’t watch this film.
A Serbian Film follows a retired porn star who agrees to feature in an “art film” for some cash. Little does he know this film will include rape, incest, pedophilia, necrophilia…
Just don’t watch it.
It is still banned in South Korea, New Zealand, Australia. It is supposedly a parody of politically correct films made in Serbia that are funded by foreign groups and allegedly speaks openly about post-war society and the struggle for survival.
*shakes head*
Off to have a 3 hour shower, brb.
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creative-type · 4 years ago
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a still, small voice
AN: Wrote this in December when I was hit with some dark and angsties and never got around to posting here. Probably because I was annoyed that I’d forgotten pre-canon Thistle’s name would not be Thistle until after I’d finished and had to go back and edit the whole thing. Can also be found on ao3 if you prefer reading there 
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Violet didn’t know where she was going, but she ran anyway.
Bare feet pounded against the hard, frozen ground—there hadn’t been time to find her boots. Her shirt, half pulled over her head in a vain effort to hide her face. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and her heart thudded in panicked rhythm.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. She was all wrong.
The only good thing was that it was dark, and her pursuers were human. With a new moon and an overcast sky, Violet was able to sprint across an open field into a thin strip of timber that acted as the boundary between one farm and the next before the mob could light its torches.
Of course, only monsters and beasts could see in the pitch black night. Even if one could look past the claws and teeth, her eyes were proof enough to show that she belonged in the shadows like some dark, creeping thing.
Violet tried to push the thought away as she gasped for breath, her back pressed against the trunk of a tree. She didn’t have to look to know it was elm, the life she felt under her clawed fingers muted in the winter cold. Even the trees had their chance to sleep. So why couldn’t she find rest?
And what have you done to earn such a luxury, you ungrateful brat?
Violet clutched her head with her hands, shrinking down as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. She needed to think, needed to move. She was not safe here. She wasn’t safe anywhere, but it was especially true now. The farmer who owned the barn she’d spent the last week calling home would soon raise his neighbors. Depending on how much he hated her, he might even send a message to town. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks, Violet remembered that he’d had dogs.
Frigid air made the teartracks sting. There was no snow on the ground, but it was cold, and she’d left her shoes behind like an idiot. Without a good disguise or money she’d be forced to steal, proving once again her duplicitous, criminal nature.
But she could only do that if she lived through the night. Violet was terrified to leave the cover of the wood, but the sound of baying dogs made that choice for her.
Bending low, Violet whispered the spell that would hide her tracks and scent. Assuming the farmer and his friends didn’t have any spells of their own, it would confuse the dogs long enough for her to escape, provided that she didn’t leave behind any damning evidence. As Violet moved, branches and shrub brush instinctively pulled away, letting her pass without scratching her face or pulling at her clothes.
Too soon she was in the open again, the wind cutting through her layers. Violet didn’t dare call on her magic to warm herself—heat too often brought light, and she wasn’t practiced enough to call one without the other.
For a moment, helplessness almost swallowed her whole. Violet knew she needed shelter, but there was no safe place for her to go. Even the environment was hostile and unwelcoming, the magic of spring and growth unsuited for the barren fields and cold, unfeeling winter.
There was something almost ironic at the thought of dying of exposure to the elements after the exposure of her true nature, but Violet didn’t have time for morbid self-deprecation. She took the only path available—forward—crossing a plot of uncut pasture until she reached a small creek bed. It wasn’t quite cold enough for the water to freeze, and she followed its winding path until it ended in a small pond meant for cattle and horses.
The pond marked the end of Violet’s knowledge of the local countryside. Everything that lay behind was unknown, and therefore frightening. She paused a moment to listen, extending her magical senses.
Relief washed over Violet when she realized she was alone. That relief quickly turned into dread that settled like lead in the pit of her stomach.
There was no one she could count on but herself. And the voice whispering in the back of her mind made it very clear that she was not up to that task.
Swallowing hard, Violet ripped two pieces of cloth from her shirt to wrap around her feet and took her first step into the unknown. The nauseating buzz of apprehension and anxiety pushed her forward another step, and then another and another, until she was almost running. Violet’s lungs burned with the cold even as her face flushed hot, sweat rapidly cooling at her neck and temples.
She alternated walking with running to preserve energy. Every once in a while she would stop at a strip of timber, try to orient herself without the guidance of the moon or stars. A cave elf’s night vision wasn’t anything like how she saw during the day, and it didn’t take long for Violet to become disorientated. All she knew, all she could hope, was that she was getting away.
The fields blended with one another, some large harvested crop ground, others overgrown pasture for free range cattle. Packed dirt roads and humble homesteads were avoided like the plague, Violet moving as best she could away from any signs of civilization. Wind whispered through the grass and the trees, but beyond that was the silence of desolate emptiness. Exposed and in the open, Violet only became more aware of her own smallness.
But as the miles past and the first promise of sunrise pierced through the oppressive blackness of night, Violet knew she needed to stop. Thin cotton strips were poor protection for her aching, bleeding feet, and the cold that she’d once been able to force away was starting to seep into her bones. Everything felt heavy, from her eyelids, to her legs, to the effort it took to expand her lungs.
The acute jolt of energy that came with being discovered had long-been expelled, leaving a deeper, more primal fear that left her slow and jumpy. Hazy fog clouded the edges of her vision and thoughts dripped sluggishly from her mind like frozen syrup. Violet  forced her aching knees up one, final hill, promising herself that once she reached the other side she would stop for the night.
Only that promise made her go forward, and she wasn’t sure she’d have the strength to set up adequate shelter after she made it that far, or lay the spells that would protect her before falling asleep. At that moment she didn’t particularly care. Anything for a blessed moment of rest.  
Lazy, stupid, do you want to be found…
Violet huddled against herself as she crested the hill, unsure if she was trying to protect herself from the wind or the Echo whose voice was becoming increasingly difficult to discern from her own.
On the other side, the slope dipped gradually down to a narrow road that didn’t look like it had been used since Hym had been made a Wizard. The road, or lane, or path, or whatever it was, ended at a small, one-story building that had been white before the elements stripped it of the majority of its paint. The roof sagged inward, a young tree sprouting through the hole that might have once been a chimney.
The windows were thick with dust. From the road, no one could see in or out, and clearly no one had been inside in a long, long time.
It was the perfect hiding spot.
Violet took a moment to stare, unable to believe her own good fortune. She staggered forward, tired and hurting, not bothering to make sure that no one was coming from father up the road. Soft, predawn light edged at the horizon as Violet circled around looking for the entrance. A simple wooden door sat above two stone steps, settled under a faded sign that proclaimed the decrepit building to be Elk Chapel.
Tentatively Violet  extended her magic, but there were no protections guarding the property. When she jiggled the handle it snapped in her hands, and after years of disuse the wood had swollen in the door jamb, making it stick shut.
Growling with frustration, Violet  tried to shoulder it open, but it was no use. Angry tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she slammed against the door with an almost childlike, impotent helplessness. It wasn’t fair! After all she’d gone through, all that stood between her and safety was a stupid door that wouldn’t open. It wasn’t fault she was a monster. She couldn’t help that no one would let her in. She tried and tried and tried so hard to be a good person, to help people, and it was never enough.
She would never be good enough.
Violet didn’t have the strength to keep trying. Overtired and overwrought, she pressed her forehead against the door and cried. There was nothing left for anything other than the outpouring of emotion, the surrender to all the grief and pain she often ignored in the name of survival. There at that abandoned chapel deep in a forgotten wood, Violet bore her soul, not caring who might see or hear.
“Please,” she sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore.”
A force stirred deep within her. Violet was familiar enough with her magic to know that whatever she felt, it didn’t come from her. Warmth spread through her body, embracing her with the comfort of an old, familiar blanket, or a pair of loving arms. Frightened and confused, she whipped her head around, but there was no one but the wind.
Violet was still alone when the echo of a memory whispered in the depths of her heart, mind, and soul,
Be not afraid.
Taking a half-step back, Violet pressed herself against the chapel door, willing herself to disappear. There was the groaning of wood, then a sharp crack that punctured through the peace of the morning like a rocket, and the door snapped from its hinges.
Violet stumbled backward and was unable to keep her balance before falling hard on her behind. Heart pounding she scurried as far backward as she could, but the feeling was gone, leaving only a deep, pulsing ache.
“I’m actually going insane,” Violet whispered. Without bothering to stand up, she craned her neck backward to see where the young sapling had managed to break free to the open sky. The musty smell of earth and forgotten things filled the single room of the chapel, both the walls and floor covered with hoarfrost.
As far as shelter went, Violet had had better. She’d also had much, much worse. She crawled the corner that seemed warmest and removed the wrappings from her feet, wincing as the dried blood pulled the scabs open anew.
How much had she left behind? Enough for the dogs to track her? Violet squeezed her eyes closed and tried to remember the spell that would seal the broken skin, letting her breath out in a low hiss as her magic knitted the tissue back together imperfectly. She’d need to study more, or at least not be stupid enough to leave her shoes behind when she ran.
With her feet taken care of, Violet  finally turned to the matter of getting warm. Reluctantly, she left her sanctuary just long enough to find a good-sized rock and lug it back inside, before settling herself at the base of the tree. Oak, her mind uselessly supplied. As if the leaves and acorns at her feet hadn’t told her that much.
Violet laid her hands on the stone, trying to ignore the barbaric claws that extended past the edges of her fingers. Her hands shook with exhaustion as she tapped the last dregs of her endurance to call heat to the heart of the rock, enough that would last her the hours it would take her to recover from the night’s escapades.
Blue light flashed. Violet  screeched in alarm and pulled her hands away, having succeeded a little too well at her spell. The stone glowed cherry red, instantly melting the frost at her feet and heating the room as well as any stove.
She let out a breath shaky with relief and buried her face in her arms. She wouldn’t cry again. Not for something as stupid as a little warmth.
As exhausted as she was, it took Violet  longer than expected to drift asleep. The immediate need of shelter taken care of, she realized just how hungry and thirsty she was, and not knowing where she could find either food or water wound her tighter than a two copper watch. She was too tired to think of a plan for getting shoes and clothes and too confused by how she’d opened the door of the chapel to try to fight through her fatigue.
Probably a coincidence, Violet thought, the excuse unconvincing even in her own mind. Instinctively she reached for her bag and pulled out her journal—which she had managed to take with her—finding a stubby bit of pencil amongst the detritus of the bottom of her pack. She flipped to a familiar page, reading and rereading her entry about that night, eyes skimming the words she’d long-since memorized.
Be not afraid.  
With everything that had happened, knowing the monster that she was, how could she not?
Sighing softly, Violet turned the page and scratched out another name. Maybe next time would be different. She tucked the journal away again and tried to get comfortable at the base of the tree. A cluster of acorns poked against her hip and side. Violet brushed most of them away, saving one to add to her growing seed collection.
Nearly sick with dread and exhaustion, Violet finally allowed herself to drift to sleep as the first rays of dawn crossed the horizon, the memory of a promise she still didn’t understand leading her to a deep and dreamless slumber.  
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Saving Private Ryan (1998); AFI #71
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The next film on the list is one of the best films of any genre, Saving Private Ryan (1998). This is what I consider the best war film of all time despite how overwhelming it is to watch. Maybe it is because it is so difficult to watch, since the movie was nominated for 11 Academy Awards and received five trophies. Because of the ensemble cast and almost complete lack of women, the film was never going to garner much in the way of acting awards. Like the soldiers who they hoped to portray, these actors shouldn’t have expected much individual recognition. This movie affected me greatly, and I would like to delve into that after going through the story line.
MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!!! BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF THE FILM, EVERYTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY BE REVEALED AS FAR AS PLOT IS GIVEN AWAY BELOW!!! 
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In the present day, an elderly man visits the Normandy Cemetery with his family. At a tombstone, he falls to his knees in anguish. The establishing shots showing the mass of grave stones is overwhelming from the get-go. The movie transitions from the graveyard to a landing boat at the battle of Normandy. Be prepared because it is about to get rough.
On the morning of June 6, 1944, American soldiers land at Omaha Beach as part of the Normandy invasion. Everything goes bad immediately as machine guns and mortars literally tear the landing soldiers to shreds. Soldiers are screaming for their mothers as they die on the beach. There is no going back into the ocean so the soldiers have run into the machine gun fire. Captain John H. Miller (Tom Hanks) of the 2nd Ranger Battalion leads a breakout from the beach that makes it through to the German encampment. It is about 15 minutes of carnage and nobody will blame you if you want to forward through this until the action cools down. Elsewhere on the beach, a dead soldier lies face-down in the bloody surf; his pack is stenciled Ryan, S. It is at this point I would recommend taking a breather if you need one.
Continuing on, we are shifted to Washington, D.C., at the War Department (keep an eye out for Bryan Cranston with one arm), where General George C. Marshall learns that three of the four sons of the Ryan family were killed in action within a short time of one another. Daniel Ryan in New Guinea shortly before D-Day, Sean Ryan at Omaha Beach, and Peter Ryan at Utah Beach: all dead with letters arriving the same day for their mother. The fourth son, James Francis Ryan, is with the 101st Airborne Division somewhere in Normandy. After reading Abraham Lincoln's Bixby letter, which is meant to comfort grieving parents, aloud, Marshall orders Ryan found and brought home.
Three days after D-Day, Miller receives orders to find Ryan and bring him back. He chooses seven men from his company for the job—T/Sgt. Mike Horvath (Tom Sizemore), Privates First Class Richard Reiben (Edward Burns) and Adrian Caparzo (Vin Diesel), Privates Stanley Mellish (Adam Goldberg) and Daniel Jackson (Barry Pepper), T/4 medic Irwin Wade (Giovanni Ribisi) and T/5 Timothy Upham (Jeremy Davies), an interpreter from the 29th Infantry Division. The group moves out to Neuville where they meet a squad of the 101st engaged against the enemy and both Ted Danson and Paul Giamatti show up. THe group searching for Ryan bump into a stranded French family who try to give over their children but a German sniper breaks up the party. Caparzo is killed by a German sniper, who is then killed by Jackson (who makes the most amazing shot that legends are made of). They locate a Private James Ryan (Nathan Fillion), only to learn that he is James Frederick Ryan. On the point of giving up, the Captain starts asking random passing soldiers and learns that Ryan is defending an important bridge in Ramelle.
Near Ramelle, Miller decides to neutralize a German machine gun position at a derelict radar station, despite his men's misgivings. It does not go well and the medic, Wade, is killed in the process. They take a German soldier that they name Steamboat Willie (Joerg Stadler) who gives up willingly and pleads for his life. The men are angry and want to kill the soldier since they can’t take any extras, so, at Upham's urging, Miller frees the surviving German soldier. Losing confidence in Miller's leadership, Reiben declares his intention to desert, prompting a confrontation with Horvath, who threatens to shoot him. Miller defuses the standoff by disclosing his civilian career as a high school English teacher in a small Pennsylvania town.
At Ramelle, they find Ryan (Matt Damon) among a small group of paratroopers preparing to defend the key bridge against an imminent German attack. Miller tells Ryan that his brothers are dead, and that he was ordered to bring him home. Ryan is distressed about his brothers, but is unwilling to leave his post. Miller combines his unit with the paratroopers in defense of the bridge. He devises a plan to ambush the enemy with two .30-caliber machine guns, Molotov cocktails, anti-tank mines, and improvised satchel charges made from socks. It is basically suicide so the bridge is wired to explode in case it can’t be held. 
Now is a time to take a breather if you need one because it is about to get bad again. Elements of the 2nd SS Panzer Division arrive with two Tiger tanks and two Marder tank destroyers, all protected by infantry. The small American group holds off the force the best they can, Although they inflict heavy damage on the Germans, nearly all of the paratroopers, along with Jackson, Mellish and Horvath, are killed. It turns out that Steamboat Willie joined the group and he personally kills Mellish with a Nazi youth knife (it is horrible) and shoots Miller Captain Miller as he attempts to blow up the bridge. Miller crawls to retrieve the bridge detonator, and fires ineffectually but defiantly with his pistol at an oncoming tank. As the tank reaches the bridge, an American P-51 Mustang flies overhead and destroys the tank, after which American armored units arrive to rout the remaining Germans. With the Germans in full retreat, Upham emerges from hiding and shoots Steamboat Willie dead, having witnessed him shooting Miller, but allows his fellow soldiers to flee.
Miller tells Ryan to “earn this” before dying from his injuries. As the scene transitions to the present, Ryan is revealed to be the veteran from the beginning of the film, and is standing in front of Miller's grave expressing his gratitude for the sacrifices Miller and his unit made in the past. Ryan asks his wife if he was worthy of such sacrifice, to which she replies that he is. The final scene shows Ryan saluting Miller's grave and fades to the American flag gently waving in the breeze.
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I really have a hard time getting through this film without pausing and taking a breather. I saw the film in the theater when I was 18, so my friends and I were all around the age that these soldiers would have been that rushed that beach and retook France. It was truly terrifying. Now I am old and have back issues, so I wouldn’t be put on a front line, but the kids that I work with and care for would be the exact age to be caught in a draft and that scares me even more. The creative ways in which man finds to kill one another is the greatest threat to humanity. 
The first two times I saw the film, I did not realize that it was the same German soldier that the group had captured who eventually killed many of the group we were following. It really changes the message in the end. I had thought that Captain Miller had showed his humanity showing mercy, but it turns out that this mercy is misplaced. Now it seems like Spielberg is saying that neither humanity, nor religion, nor innocence, nor skill, nor even intelligence can save a man in the heat of battle. The only way to live is to watch the back of your group and protect each other like family.
There was a little bit of a travesty that occurred at the Academy in early 1999, because this film lost out in the Best Picture category to Shakespeare in Love. This is the same year that also saw Saving Private Ryan, The Truman Show, Life is Beautiful, Elizabeth, and The Thin Red Line. There had to be something behind that because I wouldn’t consider the winner even in the top 5. Shakespeare in Love is considered one of the worst Best Picture winners along with Crash and The Artist. Oscars are not everything and this movie is one of the best examples of this.
When I say that some of the scenes from this movie are difficult, I really do mean it. There was a hotline set up for people who have PTSD that was triggered by the film. One of the actual members of the 101st Airborne, Major Richard Winters, was consulted about the occurrences surrounding the attack. He said that it brought up many memories that he had worked hard to suppress because he had been taught that war veterans couldn’t express the psychological pain of battle. He also said that it was an important film that revealed what war was really like.
On Veteran’s Day in 2001 and 2004, ABC aired the film uncut with limited commercial interruptions. Living in California, I was able to watch the film on both of those occasions and remember getting my girlfriend at the time to watch in 2004. The film has become like a memorial to Americans lost in the European Campaign during WW2, so I treat viewing as a badge of honor and understanding, no matter how difficult it is to watch.
This film is a pretty easy answer when it comes to the standard questions for the most part. Does this film belong on the AFI top 100? Of course. It is the new benchmark for which all American war films will be judged. It is historically accurate, it is beautifully shot and directed, and it leaves a lasting impression far longer than just about any movie I have seen. Would I recommend it? This one has an age warning. It is not appropriate for young children because the first and last battle scenes are nightmare fuel. Even worse, they are apparently very realistic. It is hard to recommend something that is so scarring, but it will keep people for glorifying battle. It is horrific and should be avoided as much as possible. And that is a lesson that I believe this movie teaches better than any other. So please give this movie a watch and feel free to take a break if you need it.
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vicholas · 3 years ago
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this is literally the anime ive ever watched. love the ending.. last episode is a lot and very heavy, and felt satisfying even if the actual murderer doesn't get to pay. it's a good story with a good ending. TENSE ending too lol i hope mr walrus fursona man escapes safe and has a happy time at the zoo. also glad you enjoyed me comparing it to uncut gems lol. it really is the feeling tho with everyone going down rabbit holes built on other rabbit holes. uncut gems with funny animals and way way less swearing
It's truly the anime I've ever watched.
The ending was so satisfying, I can't remember watching another show recently with an ending that paid off that well. You're lucky to watch it now that it's over, when I was watching it waiting for new eps week after week I was so worried that the ending was going to be disappointing asdfhuisdf
I was concerned because there were just so many plot threads to close and I didn't know how they'd manage to satisfyingly end it all, but they did!! It's really impressive.
Anyway yeah let Odokawa and Shirakawa go on a zoo date!!! Let them go to Brazil!!!!!
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