#we all loved each other so much

[sundaynightfilms]

We All Loved Each Other So Much, 1974

[honeygleam]

we all loved each other so much (1974) dir. ettore scola

[veryslowreader]

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

We All Loved Each Other So Much

[frnndlcs]

C'eravamo tanto amati, Ettore Scola, 1974

[byneddiedingo]

Stefano Satta Flores, Vittorio Gassman, and Nino Manfredi in We All Loved Each Other So Much (Ettore Scola, 1974)

Cast: Nino Manfredi, Vittorio Gassman, Stefania Sandrinelli, Stefano Satta Flores, Giovanna Ralli, Aldo Fabrizi. Screenplay: Agenore Incrocci, Furio Scarpelli, Ettore Scola. Cinematography: Claudio Cirillo. Production design: Luciano Ricceri. Film editing: Raimondo Crociani. Music: Armando Trovajoli.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[ludocorradino]

Summer.

The heat reaches the bones, the sun colors the skin, the waves crash exhaustedly against the rocks. I never know if I truly live the summer, if I feel the laughter within me, or if it's just a distant sound provoked by my subconscious. I never know if I really live.

I'm not sure what I expect from summer every year, I just know that I can never get it. No summer satisfies me as it should, as I would like. Perhaps that's why I lose myself in scenes from movies wrapped in such nostalgic, comforting reality that suffocates me. Perhaps that's why I am no longer myself.

I am made up of poetic verses, past songs, forced laughter, stories told too many times, and terrifying desires.

Small gestures bring me back to living moments I've never experienced. Perhaps that's why I smoke, maybe the act of bringing the cigarette to my lips, inhaling, exhaling while my eyes seek a grip to drown in, to find a feeling of an impossible time, to recognize myself. I believe that's also why I read because if I saw myself from the outside, bent over a book narrating about a man lost in himself, maybe I could sink into familiarity.

Yes, I write, dress, speak, draw, play... for this reason. I don't think I do things for myself in the first person; rather, I do things in the second person. For me, looking at myself from inside out, from outside in, by doing certain things, I can experience something that I'm not actually living, something I'll never live and never have lived. I live in the second person, in the third person, and in the fourth person but never in the first.

And in the second person, I wait, first and foremost for summer, but never the next one: always the last one and the one before. I wait to swallow the sun with all its warmth; I wait to swallow Neruda with his love and his words and Dalì with his eyes. I wait to blend into the films with their soundtracks; I wait for the cigarette to transform me into beauty and the shoe into a mountain.

But in the darkest of night, I get up from bed, open the window, fall onto the streets soiled with humanity, and start walking.

I walk, walk, walk, and then walk some more, with yet another cigarette between my lips, marked by love, with another jazz song played in the distance.

Then I stop and cry because my feet hurt, and I've been walking for hours. I cry because my heart is heavy, because my mind is agonizing, because I've burned my lungs waiting, but summer has not yet arrived, and with it, neither have I.

Estate.

il caldo raggiunge le ossa, il sole colora la pelle, le onde si infrangono esauste sugli scogli. Non so mai se vivo davvero l’estate, non so mai se sento le risate dentro me o sono solo un lontanto suono provocato dal mio subconscio. Non so mai se vivo davvero.

Non so bene cosa mi aspetto ogni anno dall’estate, so solo che non riesco mai ad ottenerla. Nessun’estate mi soddisfa come dovrebbe, come vorrei. Forse è per questo che mi perdo tra scene di film avvolti da una realtà così nostalgica, accogliente che mi soffoca. Forse è per questo che non sono più io.

Mi compongo di versi poetici, canzoni passate, risate forzate, storie raccontate troppe volte e desideri terrorizzanti.

Piccoli gesti mi riportano a vivere momenti mai vissuti. Forse è per questo che fumo, forse il gesto di portare alle labbra la sigaretta, ispirare, espirare mentre gli occhi cercano un appiglio in cui affogare, in cui trovare una sensazione di un tempo impossibile, in cui riconoscermi. Credo sia anche per questo che leggo, perché se mi vedessi da fuori china su un libro che narra di qualche uomo perso in se stesso, magari potrei sprofondare nella famigliarità.

Si, scrivo, mi vesto, parlo, disegno, suono… per questo. Non penso io faccia le cose per me in prima persona, più che altro faccio le cose per in seconda persona. Per me che guardandomi dal dentro al fuori, dal fuori al dentro, facendo certe cose riesco a vivere qualcosa che non sto effettivamente vivendo, che non vivrò mai e che non ho mai vissuto. Vivo in seconda persona, in terza persona e in quarta persona ma mai in prima.

E in seconda persona aspetto, l’estate prima di tutto ma mai la prossima: sempre quella prima e prima ancora. Aspetto di ingoiare il sole con tutto il suo calore, aspetto di ingoiare Neruda con il suo amore e le sue parole e Dalì con i suoi occhi. Aspetto di sfumare nei film con le loro colonne sonore, aspetto che la sigaretta mi trasformi in bellezza e la scarpa in montagna.

Ma nel buio più atroce della notte mi alzo dal letto, apro la finestra, cado sulle strade lerce di umanità e inizio a camminare.

Cammino, cammino, cammino e poi cammino ancora con ancora un’altra sigaretta tra le labbra, sfregiate dall’amore, con ancora un’altra canzone jazz suonata in lontananza.

Poi mi fermo e piango perché i piedi mi fanno male e sono ore che cammino, piango perché ho il cuore pesante, perché ho la mente agonizzante, perché mi sono bruciata i polmoni ad aspettare ma l’estate non è ancora arrivata e con lei nemmeno io.

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[sundaynightfilms]

We All Loved Each Other So Much, 1974

[wibblyowzah]

Moiraine laughed and hugged Siuan. She could not help it. She truly had come home. They had come home.

—New Spring, Robert Jordan

[ruporas]

i’ll find you again in every universe. let us be a little more honest, let us have a little more time.

[frnndlcs]

C'eravamo tanto amati, Ettore Scola, 1974

[silverwhittlingknife]

So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!

No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)

25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim

This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:

WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3

Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)

I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!

Below the cut:

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)

On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)

Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)

I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)

I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)

1) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesn’t know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)

2) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesn’t know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)

3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)

4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)

5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)

On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)

6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily, but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)

7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)

8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)

9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)

10) He’s always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesn’t really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)

Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)

11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)

12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)

13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)

14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesn’t, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)

15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)

I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)

16) He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have.  If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)

17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)

17) He’s so good and I’m not. I'm afraid I’m bad for him. (Nightwing 110)

18) He’s better than me, and it’s kind of a relief because I know no matter what he’ll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)

19) In my head he’s the responsible one.  (Gotham Knights 10)

I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)

20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)

21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)

22) I trust him.  When I’m losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)

23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)

24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)

25) He’s always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)

Final rambling thoughts:

TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.

SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when he’s falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Tim’s POV, not Dick’s. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.

And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf

All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.

But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!

Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.

And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --

-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3