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weirdlookindog · 2 months

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Frauengefängnis (1976)

AKA Barbed Wire Dolls

#frauengefängnis #barbed wire dolls #lina romay #monica swinn #paul muller #1970s horror #1976 #1970s movies #jesús franco #exploitation #wip #vintage movie ads

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videoreligion · 1 month

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It's #FrancoFriday !

Barbed Wire Dolls (1976)

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schlock-luster-video · 1 year

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On May 5, 1980, Barbed Wire Dolls debuted in Brazil.

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gotankgo · 10 months

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«7-8-82, Memphis - Drive Ins were all with some great flicks with the Bellevue offering the Exploitation viewers I Spit On Your Grave (the OG version, of course!), Jess Franco's Barbed Wire Dolls, and Pro Ball Cheerleaders. The Beast Within and The Sword and the Sorcerer was at the Southwest, Summer, and Frayser.»

#i spit on your grave #The Sword and the Sorcerer #Barbed Wire Dolls #Pro Ball Cheerleaders #the beast within #1984 #drive in theater #drive in

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flashfuckingflesh · 1 month

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A Eurotrash Mosaic of EVIL. "Jailhouse Wardress" reviewed! (MVD Visual / Blu-ray)

“Jailhouse Wardress” now on Blu-ray! After the fall of the Nazi Reich post-World War II, one of the more cruel SS-Officers, Muller, is dispatched to South America where he establishes a women’s prison camp and appoints a likeminded, lesbian female warden with strict punitive measures if the inmates don’t fall in line and follow the rules or instruction. While Muller governs the area, disorder…

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rabidhiss · 1 year

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Ruthless! It’s not even FrancoFriday and I’m watching Barbed Wire Dolls (1976)

#barbed wire dolls #jess franco #franco friday #1976 #trash #exploitation #grindhouse

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possible-streetwear · 4 months

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Isis Queen - Barb Wire Dolls

#middle finger #barb wire dolls #isis queen #punk rock music #punk rock #punk girl #punk #punkette #women in music #punk fashion #punk music #women in punk

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cenfitto · 2 months

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just connected the silo where ive been storing all my leftover twd tv negan thoughts to the silo where ive been storing all my rick prime thoughts i feel so brainly i feel like those dads who keep scrap wood in the garage for 16 years incase they ever need it

#.txt #rnm #to draw #(grabbing prime by the waist like a barbie doll) u are getting a bat wrapped in barbed wire. name diane #u already have a cool jacket tho u are not getting another one

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cryptcatz · 1 year

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i need more woman-fronted metal/punk bands. y’all got any recs

speaking of, here’s a playlist with a bunch i do know!

#i know many already such as /deep breath/#otep Kittie l7 the gits amyl and the sniffers Jack off Jill #bikini kill skating polly babes in toyland #the coathangers #die mannequin #luficer the distillers deap vally #straight line stitch #the twistettes butcher babies #otoboke beaver #barb wire dolls in this moment #crystal fairy yeah yeah yeahs #Death Valley girls hands off gretel thundermother #arch enemy walls of Jericho #king woman #there’s more but just. I Always Need More #personal

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weirdlookindog · 7 months

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Frauengefängnis (1976)

AKA Barbed Wire Dolls; Caged Women; Women's Penitentiary IV

#frauengefängnis #barbed wire dolls #lina romay #monica swinn #paul muller #1976 #1970s movies #jesús franco #exploitation #wip #horror movie poster

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videoreligion · 4 months

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Happy #FrancoFriday !

Barbed Wire Dolls (1976)

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intheblack · 3 days

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Barb Wire Dolls. Svenja Block Photography.

#barb wire dolls #concert photography

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schlock-luster-video · 1 year

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On April 23, 1976, Barbed Wire Dolls debuted in West Germany.

#barbed wire dolls #jess franco #lina romay #exploitation film #grindhouse film #crime film #crime thriller #women in prison films #women in prision #movie art #art #drawing #movie history #pop art #modern art #pop surrealism #cult movies #portrait #cult film

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pistolprince09 · 3 months

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sk8er6irl · 1 year

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Queen

#isis queen #barb wire dolls #punk girl #punk #punk band #rockstar #alternative #rock

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turtlecleric · 3 months

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Wooooo self-indulgence yayyyyy

bay!raph x fem reader, angst and hurt/comfort, cw: implied past sexual assault, panic attack, dissociation, trigger words, if I need to add more warnings please do let me know (sorry to the people on the tag list, as always feel free to ignore)

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When Raph pulls you into his room, presses your back against the door, and buries his face in your neck, you can't help but giggle like a fucking teenager. You feel his hot breath against your skin as he speaks, and it makes you shiver, makes your smile widen so much your cheeks hurt.

“Been waitin’ all day to getcha to myself, doll.”

The earnest excitement in his voice makes you melt. Large hands trail up and down your sides, massaging and kneading, and then his lips find yours. You sigh into his kiss, slow and sweet like honey. The barest glide of his tongue across yours, the low rumble in his chest that manages to vibrate your mouth just a bit. It's driving you a little crazy, to be honest. You can't get over the fact that he can get you this worked up just from kissing.

Too soon, he pulls his mouth away and goes back to nuzzling into your neck. His hands tighten on your waist before one comes up to cup your breast over your shirt. You two have only gotten past kissing a couple of times before, so it pulls a loud, surprised squeak out of you.

Raph's other hand comes up quickly to cover your mouth, and your smile slips away as your eyes widen and your heart stutters in your chest. He murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, but the chill it sends through you this time isn't a good one.

“Shhh, you gotta keep quiet, baby girl. We're-”

No.

His next words are lost on you. There's a roaring static in your mind as sick panic takes over. It blurs your vision, distorts what you're hearing. You can't focus. You can't breathe. You can't move.

You're not there. Raph isn't him. Don't- don't slip back there, don't- no no no no-

Someone is standing over you. You're dizzy. Silent. As still as a statue. You feel their hand lift from your mouth, but you don't react.

Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Keep quiet.

You're aware of your heartbeat jackrabbiting against your ribs. You're aware that the person is talking to you again. You're aware of the barbed wire that's wrapping around your lungs and tightening. Tightening.

Keep quiet.

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When Raph lifts his head to look at you, he freezes.

Something is… very, very wrong.

Your eyes are glossy, the faraway look causing alarm bells to blare in his head. You're not even blinking. Silent tears start to track down your face, and when he realizes how tense you are under his touch, he pulls away immediately. Raph says your name, tentative and quiet, and when you don't react, that's when he really truly starts to panic.

He says your name again, a little louder. You don't respond. Again. His hand hovers in the air between you, unsure and confused and fuck, what happened? What did he do? What does he do?

Carefully, he tries to take your limp hand in his. The moment he makes contact with your skin, you whimper and jolt back against the door in a full-body flinch. He yanks his hand back and watches in horror as you start to visibly tremble. The sight actually makes him nauseous, has him backing away from you and trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible.

What happened?

Are you… are you actually scared of him? The thought lodges his heart in his throat. Has his chest aching with something like betrayal, but no that… doesn't actually make sense?

“I'm not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. You know that right?”

You don't respond. God, what has he done?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You probably didn't want him to touch you like that. He went too far too quickly. You- you probably want him to go and are too scared to say- but he's stuck! You're blocking the door! He can't- he doesn't want to move you so he can leave, but he doesn't want to keep scaring you, but he- but, but no, it still doesn't make sense. If you were actually scared of him, you wouldn't have been- this whole time with- what the fuck is going on?

He's stuck. Well and truly stuck. He can't talk to you, he can't touch you, he can't give you any more space than he already is. He's terrified, terrified, of making things worse.

So he waits.

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Awareness returns to you slowly, and control returns even slower. It burns when you blink. Your muscles ache, exhaustion weighing you down like chains. It's harder than it should be to raise your hand and wipe at your eyes, to keep yourself standing upright.

You realize all at once what happened, and the mortification of it happening in front of Raphael has you covering your face in hot shame.

Wait. Raph. Where..?

You lift your head from your hands to look around the room. When you spot him, your heart clenches painfully in your chest. He's sitting in the furthest corner of the room, hunched in on himself, his arms circled around his knees and his head ducked low.

Making himself small.

You swallow, trying to shake away the fog in your brain enough to go to him. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage it without falling. When you kneel and place a hand on his arm, his head jerks up in surprise, and you see that he's been… crying.

He's talking before you can open your mouth, each word a knife between your ribs, each break in his voice taking the knife and twisting.

“I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know that I'm- I guess I just thought- I'm sorry. I went too far, I didn't- I shoulda- I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry-”

“Hey,” you croak, wincing when he flinches at your wrecked voice. “No, Raphie. No. That was… not your fault, okay? It's a me problem. I should've told you- uh. There's just certain things that can…” You sigh, not yet thinking clearly enough to have this conversation.

You mentally kick yourself. You should've told him before it ever became an issue, but. When people find out, they… look at you differently. You wanted to hold onto that normalcy a little longer. Put it off just a little more. But the look in his eyes - confusion, fear, regret - it hurts to see. Hurts to know that this could've been avoided if you'd sucked it up and warned him, told him the things that set you off from the beginning.

You're too tired to think straight. Still shaking. But you know he deserves an explanation.

“Can we… can we just…” Brain fog. Hell man. Focus, come on. Your hand on his arm tightens. “I'm not scared of you. I love you. I love you so, so much. It's not that you- I mean I- I promise I'm going to explain, but right now I…” The tears threaten to spill over again, and the frustration tangles in your chest like so much fishing line. You're fucking this up, you know you are. You really need to sleep. To get to a point where your brain can actually do its job. Are you even making any sense? Is he going to get fed up with you and- no, stop. Stop it. Raph is still staring at you, waiting, waiting. You try again. “I just need some time. Then I can explain. Okay?”

Raph's lips thin, his brows pinching together as he watches your face. He looks like he's in agony as he does so, but he unfurls a bit. Slowly, carefully, he reaches his hand toward your face. It stops just before he makes contact, and the hesitancy, the worry that radiates off of him, compels you to lean forward and press your cheek into his palm. Your tiny smile seems to bolster him, and after a moment he speaks.

“Whatever you need. Anything, okay? Anything.”

You close your eyes, raising a hand to press against the back of his hand cradling your face. He's so… tender. It makes the tears spill over again, makes something snap in your chest like a rubber band pulled too far. Your body flashes hot with embarrassment as you dissolve into ugly, keening sobs, but when you lean toward Raphael he's quick to wrap you in a gentle embrace.

He holds you close, letting you weep into his plastron and hold onto him tightly. He doesn't move a muscle, doesn't shush you, doesn't say anything at all. It's unusual for him, but then you realize. He's still terrified of doing whatever it was that set you off again. The thought has you surging up to wrap your arms around his neck, and he lets you. You try to tell him you love him again. It comes out barely intelligible, but he understands you anyway.

“I love you, too,” he whispers. After a long moment, he continues. “No matter what, okay?”

Your throat feels like it's stuck in a vice. Like you couldn't possibly push past it to speak. Somehow, you do. “Okay.”

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