#we smokin symbiotes

[grumpling]

jadzia flow

trilithium got me moving transwarp, smoking omega particles, doing donuts in subspace

this quadrant ain’t nothin’ to me, man

wolf 359 was a deal gone bad, broke bitches tried to fuck with my nanoprobe bricks.

took an experimental long-range transporter to pick up some andorian icecutter kush, and now i'm deaf. i don't give a fuck, didn't need to hear the haters anyway

hotboxed a jefferies tube and o'brien wouldn't calm down until i gave him a hit of the shit that killed kahless

blew so much crystalline entity space sherm out the airlock it formed a new gas giant

i'm them. i've always BEEN them. i will continue to BE them. i'm the klingon thempire. i'm a thempath. i'm the themperial guard. i'm a fuckin slug, gender means nothin' to me. if i had a dollar for every time they said i cared about gender, i'd be broke, because i don't give a fuck

had to talk to the ship’s counselor but i wound up selling her cardassian crystal. broke into the holodeck and fucked everything in fairhaven. snorted self-sealing stembolt stims and jacked a runabout. moved benzite bon-bons across the neutral zone until we couldn’t hold all the latinum bricks

filled the transporter buffers with so much strange i couldn’t answer a distress call. my prime directive is pussy

this quadrant ain’t nothin’ to me, man

this romulan ale got me seein section 31 everywhere

this saurian brandy making me want to eject the warp core

sabred a bottle of henny with a bat'leth and sliced my dick off. told the holodoc it used to be longer and have klingon ridges. now all of ops wants on my hog

we smokin' on that triple-cured tribble nibble. i'm communing with the wormhole aliens just to see tomorrow's quadrotriticale market. we drinkin' up double-decker kobayashi maru klonopin caipirinhas

went to risa and the haters tried to fuck with the weather but i got turnt on samarian sunsets and fucked a tornado. i will FUCKING tuvix your men's rights advocate asses

i hope the tal shi'ar transports into my quarters one night, imma fuck 'em

i had the atmospheric controls make nitrous and the whole bridge is dissociating, thinking the klingons violated the khitomer accords

i'm snorting up pakled percs and can't figure out how to use LCARS anymore

i let myself get abducted into a menagerie just so i could get a fuckin vacation

this quadrant ain’t nothin’ to me, man

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[toastyraichu]

@garbage-factory @alltheworldssalt

[zhjake]

IM MOVIN DIFFERENT THIS SHIT AINT NOTHIN TO ME MAN IM A DOG IM BITIN THE FART BUBBLES IN THE BATH WE SMOKIN SYMBIOTE SMOKIN THAT WHOOPI GOLDBERG SOUTH EGYPTIAN FUR BURGER DELUXE MEGA MILLIONS SCRATCHER SKUNK BUBBA KUSH WE SMOKIN DUNG BEETLE IM ON 12 VICODINS

[b33-girl-antennae]

DRACULA IN 1897: my revenge is just begun! i spread it over centuries, and time is on my side. your girls that you all love are mine already; and through them you and others shall yet be mine—my creatures, to do my bidding and to be my jackals when I want to feed.

DRACULA IN 1997: what is a man? [FLINGS WINE GLASS] a miserable little pile of secrets. but enough talk—have at you!

DRACULA NOW: i'm moving different. this shit ain't nothin' to me, man. i'm a dog. i'm bitin' the fart bubbles in the bath. we smokin' symbiotes. smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian furburger deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush. smokin' dung beetle. i'm on 12 vicodins smokin' Scooby-Doo dick.

[undomesticated-catgirl]

im a snapjaw. im bitin the fart bubbles in the watervine patch. we smokin qudzu symbiotes. smokin that south sunderlies house isner deluxe megadram kasaphescence kush. we smokin beetlebum. im on 12 ubernostrum injectors smokin on q girl dick. we smokin mangrove gelatinous prism boogers. we snortin that good six day stilt hot and spiny jibblies. they must have amnesia, they forgot that im xem. that bey lah backwoods pack hittin that hindrussy smell like a chitinous puma. we smokin shit from a glass hookah blowin shekhinah's bubbles. im sick in the head. im on that rainbow wood soupy sludge. im on them ekuemekiyyen greens. im on them omonporch asphodelytes. i left my zetachrome pumps in the reliquary, i'll have to stunt on them next time. i don't give a fuck if i get decapitated, i don't need that head anyway. im high on 12 pax klanqs, lookin to beat the cum out of an irritable palm. we smokin dilute warm static you stupid piece of shit, i'll fuckin kill you. call that pussy the asphalt mines, cause im in this bitch and i can't get out. last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some ulnar stimulators. the last thing he ever saw was the engraving on them. slowly faded into darkness, and i let the argent fathers take him.

[milimeters-morales]

bro we smokin straight symbiotes

[brucebocchi]

i'm a dawg. i'm bitin the fart bubbles in da bath. we smokin symbiotes

[howlingday]

SALEM FLOW

Salem: I'm on twelve Vicodin, smoking on Pumpkin Pete cock!

Salem: We smokin' sequoia banshee boogers? We snortin' that good buffalo soldier tamarin Menagerite jimmies.

HAH?!

Salem: I don't give a fuck if I go blind! I don't need to see the price tag anyway.

HAH?!

Salem: They must have amnesia, because they forgot I'm HER!

Salem: We smokin' unfiltered crack, you stupid piece of shit!

Salem: I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

HAH?!

Salem: We smokin' symbiotes!

HAH?!

Salem: Last one who ran out on the pack got choked out by some giabancci gloves. The last thing she ever saw was the price tag on them. She slowly faded into darkness as I let the Brothers take her.

HAH?!

Salem: Don't be shy, boy. I love me a weathered garden hose.

HAH?!

[originspeed]

"I’m movin' different. This shit ain’t nothin' to me, man. I’m a dog. I’m bitin' the fart bubbles in the bath. We smokin' symbiote. Smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg, South Egyptian, fur burger deluxe, Mega Millions scratcher, skunk bubba kush. We smokin' dung beetle. I’m on 12 Vicodins, smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick. We smokin' Sequoia, Banshee boogers. We snortin' that good Buffalo Soldier, tamarind, Jordanian gibbies. They must have amnesia. They forgot that I’m her." - Remilia Scarlet, probably idk.

[k-king-hellhole]

I know this is a long one so don't read it all if you don't want to but just hearing any one sentence would be awesome :D

Consider, mithrix flow

This shit ain't nothin to me man. I'm movin different. We smokin symbiotic scorpions. We smokin fire beetle. They must have amnesia they forgot I'm him. I don't give a fuck if I get stunned, I don't need to move anyway. We smokin filtered bungus you stupid piece of filth. Last construct who ran off on the lunar chimera got electrified by some vermin's trinket, the last thing he saw was the price tag on it. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the vermin take him. Reach for my moon, you'll get turned into an example.

Now here was a fun one. Even did a few extra lines at the very end there.

[pink-lemonadefairy]

im movin different. this shit ain’t nothin to me man. i’m a dog. i’m bitin the fart bubbles in the bath, we smokin symbiotes. smokin that whoopi goldberg south egyptian fur burger deluxe mega millions scratcher skunk bubba kush. we smokin dung beetle. i’m on twelve vicodins smokin on scooby doo dick.

[cervinae-canine]

*Watches 'Interview with a Vampire' Once*

Quick extra doodle for Halloween

(Also that 'dracula flow' video is getting stuck in my mind today and I'm constantly thinking of the 'we smokin symbiotes')

Proships DNI

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[smokin-symbiotes]

October Horror Movies #3

'Videodrome' (1983) — Dir. David Cronenberg

Summary: The CEO of a UHF channel which runs nothing but sensationlist programming stumbles across a snuff TV channel—Videodrome. From there, he is entangled in a government and corporate conspiracy.

Entry 3/31. Some spoilers ahead for the plot.

'Videodrome' is a move that had its finger on the pulse of mass media in the '80s, and what mass media would later become.

Early in the movie, our protagonist, Max Renn (pre-wacko James Woods), is on a talk show about the influence of violent TV in everyday life: Max's violent, smutty, UHF channel, CIVIC-TV is in the crosshairs.

With him on the panel is the show's host, Rena King, a radio host with a sadomasochist streak, Nicki Brand, and media theorist Brian O'blivion. Notably, O'blivion isn't on the panel in person. He is transmitting himself via TV, so he can appear on TV. This is what he has to say.

"The television screen has become the retina of the mind's eye. That's why I refuse to appear on television, except on television. Of course, O'Blivion was not the name I was born with. That's my television name. Soon all of us will have special names, names designed to cause the cathode ray tube to resonate."

So, breaking down his statement, television is powerful enough to influence your imagination, your ability to reconstruct images in your head. Instead of communictating in person, he cuts straight through to "the retina of the mind's eye." His statement about "special names" refers to the persona's people adopt on the TV screen, and they are designed to maximize engagement and memorability (i.e. "deisgned to cuase the cathode ray tube to resonate").

Mr. O'blivion isn't wrong. Video is a powerful communicator: the perfect mix of light and sound, presented by a charismatic host, delivered in a digestible package, can influence your thought better than the written or spoken word can. We see this in our daily lives: human intrest stories are just much more powerful when we can see them speak, when its paired with a touching score and impactful editing. We can read casualty reports from Ukraine or Gaza, but when we see videos of the human suffering on the ground, we are spurred to outrage, disgust, and action. The "special names" people adopt is particually relevant in an online world: my name isn't "smokin-symbiotes" when I go to work or get my oil changed. Yet here, on Tumblr, I adopted a persona because I too am eager to make the cathode ray tube resonate: I want to entertain, I want attention, I want to show my love for art and movies to the world. I suspect you do to. Why else do you reblog, why else do you like things, if not to publicly show what you support and love?

There's nothing inherently wrong with this, of course. If some video spurs you to act in a "productive" way, be that for personal or political reasons, that can be a "good thing." If projecting a persona into the media sphere leads you to form genuine connections or helps you tap into some facet of yourself that you feel is repressed in the late-capitalist grind, that can be a "good thing." '

'Videodrome', however, isn't much conerned with the net positives mass media can have on our live. In fact, it is chiefly concerned with the abuse of mass media, how it can be used to obfuscate and destory. Videodrome—the in-universe channel—is revealed to give visions to those that witness it, but O'blivion posists these visions are a gateway to a higher reality determined by our perception. The visions, according to O'blivion, also cause tumors, but he posits these tumors are the growths of new organs for the next stage of human evolution.

Circling back to obfuscation and destruction, Videodrome makes people highly susceptible to hypnotic suggestion via video. This is what the antagonists of the film, military and industrial benefators of Videodrome, wish to use it for. They want to use Videodrome to purge society of its fat, the people who view Max's channel, the people who seem to like sex and violence a bit too much. The specifics how they will use Videodrome to achieve their ends is left deliberartley unclear, but based on Max's actions later in the film, it seems they will manipulate their victims into comitting acts of violence and terror—they then can be used as justification for further state repression and control, or get co-opted into the state and used as assassins.

If this all sounds familiar and fascistic to you, it's probably intententional. A common tactic by the far-right is to agitate its supporters and use them to commit acts of stochastic terrorism, where they puposely say inflammatory things to spur them to violently target minority groups. In America, after former President and Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump baselessly claimed Haitain migrants have terroized Springfield, Ohio, the city was actually terrorized by agitators phoning in multiple bomb threats to public institutions.

That's what 'Videodrome' is ultimatley concerned with. Who controls the levers of mass communication? Will it be left in the hands of authoritarian goons? Or will it be left in the hand of zealots that worship the cathode ray tube? Don't get it twisted, there are no heroes in this movie. The war over Videdrome isn't fought by the working class: we're just pawns. It's a war between the upper echolons of society, the military-industrial complex and mass media's owners and innovators.

Alright, enough of the depressing shit. This is a Cronenberg movie, after all—bring on the body horror! Bring on the glistening gore!

As to be expected in a movie from Cronenberg, the prosthetics are top notch—we have fleshy, pulsating TV sets: stomach vaginas: limbs turned to bloody biomechanical weaponry—it's a delight.

I think I understand why the director shies away from the "body horror" label after viewing this movie. There is a lot of gross and gutsy stuff, sure... but most of the "horror" is in service to human connection. 'Videodrome' connects people in sadomaschostic pleasure—if it's not being used to turn people into Canadian Security Intelligence Services sleeper agents. I think I finally see the sensual side to Cronenberg's works. I've seen 'The Fly' and 'Crimes of the Future'. In addition to horror of Jeff Goldblum transforming into a fly and Viggo Mortenson being aware of his and humanity's shock evoloution, there is eagerness and anticipation in the modifying the body, taking humanity to the next level. His movies are less "body horror" and more about "body extremes"— the best and worst parts about piloting a golem made of meat. For Cronenberg, the human experience is like that of a butterfly: we're all cocoons waiting to burst into awesome creatures of bone, blood, and flesh.

In other words... death to Videodrome... long live the new flesh... death to Videodrome... long live the new flesh...

[c0rpseductor]

THE ZAZA GOT ME SPEAKING ESPERANTO IM A DOG IM BITIN THE FART BUBBLES IN THE BATH WE SMOKIN SYMBIOTES

[rainydayscore]

we smokin symbiotes in amish

[parageist]

this shit aint nothin to me man

i be in the bath biting fart bubbles

we out here smokin straight symbiotes. smokin dung beetles.

i be on those broward county tic tacs

we smokin shit in a glass pipe, blowing the lord's bubbles

i’ll fucking kill you

this shit aint nothin to me man