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#Psychodrama
frankiebirds · 3 days
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HOTCH: Hey, what are you doing here? HALEY: Your cellphone kept going straight to voicemail. HOTCH: (stammering) Yeah. No, I was in a meeting. Is everything alright? HALEY: Going out of town? HOTCH: Yeah, we've got to go to LA. I was going to call you from the car. (beat) What is it? HALEY: You really don't know why I'm here? HOTCH: Honey, I'm sorry. We're running late. HALEY: (sighs) I just got back from the hospital. Jack. HOTCH: (putting his hand on his head) Oh, my God. The tests. HALEY: Yeah. HOTCH: What happened? HALEY: He's got a condition. It's treatable and he's going to be okay. HOTCH: Honey, I'm sorry. (beat) How was he? HALEY: Scared. They put those electrodes all over him and he was wondering where his daddy was. (walking forward) Babe, you promised you'd be there. HOTCH: I know. I'm sorry. (beat) Where is he now? HALEY: At home with my mom. I didn't want him here while we were talking. Look, I know this job is important to you. But we're important, too. HOTCH: You don't have to tell me that. HALEY: I don't want you to wake up someday in some random city and realise that you don't know your own son. HOTCH: ...They can go without me. HALEY: No, they can't. It's okay. Go. We'll talk about it when you get home. HOTCH: I'm so sorry. (they kiss as Hotch leaves) Sorry.
haha im so glad this is the only conflict they have and everything is fine in their relationship for the rest of forever. haha. ha. hh.
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marril96 · 1 year
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Criminal Minds 2.04 | Psychodrama
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..~Ρωτα με καρδιά μου να σου πω τι με γεμίζει~..
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bitter69uk · 9 months
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Recently watched: compellingly bizarre 1977 made-for-TV psychodrama The Strange Possession of Mrs Oliver. Tagline: “She wanted to be someone else. But when she became “Sandy”, her new friends wanted her dead.” Wikipedia’s synopsis: “Its plot follows a bored housewife who takes on an alternate persona that starts wreaking havoc on her life. Karen Black plays the title role, a dowdy, downtrodden housewife plagued by recurring nightmares of funerals, black flowers, fires and a woman called Sandy. Seeking an escape from her stifling lifestyle and dull husband, who only wishes her to have a baby, Black dons a low-cut red blouse, blonde wig, garish makeup and a new identity. She is also compelled to buy a house in a beach community where it would appear a woman who looks just like her once resided - before her tragic demise. It turns out that the woman Black pretends to be may actually exist—and may have more than a passing knowledge of the occult.”
Told in a deliberately fragmented, jarring and nightmarish style, Mrs Oliver’s themes of shifting, merging and uncertain female identities recalls Hitchcock’s Vertigo (1958) and anticipates David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive (2001) and Robert Altman’s 3 Women (1977). (I could easily imagine Lynch remaking this with his muse Laura Dern in Black’s roles). No one played “women on the verge of a nervous breakdown” quite like the reliably volatile Black, and the dual roles of Miriam / Sandy showcase her at her most alien and tormented. Sandy is associated with a disco-fied version of Frankie Avalon’s 1960 hit “Venus”. When she dances to it, we get copious cleavage and crotch shots – ah, the seventies! The men in Black’s life are portrayed by George Hamilton (as Miriam’s straightlaced husband) and Robert F Lyons (as a hunky ominous stranger whose mustache makes him look an escapee from a 1970s gay porn film). Watch for guest star appearances from two incredible veteran character actresses: Gloria LeRoy and Lucille Benson. Thanks to Sam Pancake for bringing this curio to my attention via his essential Monday Afternoon Movie podcast. The YouTube print is murky but watchable.
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daily-utsu-p · 5 months
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Daily Utsu-P #154:
覚 (Satori) / Satori feat. Sekihan | Original from PSYCHODRAMA
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TRANSLATION:
- Look at me, scientist, look! I don’t remember you turning your nose up at me while I was sitting in the cage.
Owlbin is an old, cynical guy who keeps emotional distance from everyone. Generally speaking, he is not so awful of a person, but during his life he managed to do a lot of things, both good and bad. The chameleon-like creature's name is Espero and in the past he was a man's „guinea pig”, which is why he harbored a justified grudge against his tormentor for the rest of his life. Owls managed to both regret many of his past actions and pay for them. Moreover, many times - from receiving an incurable curse, ending with staying at a job with a low salary without the opportunity to quit. It's hard, but it probably never will be enough…
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I see now that I was the monster.
I don’t know how to fix that. Fix the past, or assure anyone, or free them of the negativity of all that.
I know only that more self-reflection is necessary to fix me.
There is in me a very hurt, paranoid, manipulative, controlling, insecure, hateful person.
I don’t know what all underlies that. Why I’ve felt that way. I only know that feeling those things isn’t what I wanted.
So I disassociated. Disavowed.
I think alcoholism at some point became the means by which I could “safely” feel those things. I could feel them and forget them.
That seems correct, anyway. It’s difficult to be sure, I just know that the voice of those feelings would speak and write to others in my most blacked out states.
The things I didn’t want to feel I made others feel.
Hangovers were a kind of shell, protection from feeling and recognizing what I’d done.
Unable to recognize what I’d done because doing so threatened to reveal to me what I didn’t wish to feel.
But now I see how that made the world close in around me. I was more in control than I realized. I was the monster terrorizing me.
I hope this is the last time death drives me.
No more psychonautical psychodrama.
No more projection.
I’m so very sorry.
I’m so much closer now than I ever have been.
I hope I won’t fail again.
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dblackthorne · 1 year
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Selection from The Grand Sabbath Rite, DRACOMEROTH. {Available at all major bookstores}. Courtesy of Satan's Sentinel. ∞
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menchupicarzo · 9 months
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Vincent gallo
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godar-t · 7 months
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Carlos Saura's La Madriguera (1969)
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frankiebirds · 3 days
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ELLE: Key? MORGAN: No, I got one.
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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Prepare to be comprehensively freaked-out this April when the free monthly Lobotomy Room film club (our motto: Bad Movies for Bad People) presents the peculiar London-set late 1968 psychodrama Secret Ceremony! It's precisely the type of film John Waters would describe as a “failed art movie” – but that’s one of my favourite genres, and if you’re going to make a failed art movie, make it this wildly baroque, inscrutable and claustrophobic! 
Screen diva Elizabeth Taylor (costumed by Dior and coiffed by Alexandre de Paris) stars as Leonara, a blowsy middle-aged prostitute tormented by the death of her young daughter by drowning. One day profoundly disturbed poor little rich girl Cenci (post-Rosemary’s Baby Mia Farrow at her most waif-like) latches onto her, decides Leonara represents the return of her recently deceased mother and drags her back to her haunted art nouveau mansion in Holland Park. Once installed there, Leonora soon clashes with Albert (Robert Mitchum), Cenci’s sexually predatory stepfather. From there things just get progressively more twisted … (To put Secret Ceremony into context: the same year, Taylor and director Joseph Losey collaborated on the even more berserk Boom! (1968), the flop film based on a Tennessee Williams play - another movie I love!). 
So, won’t you join us to watch Secret Ceremony downstairs in the glittering surroundings of Fontaine’s bar in Dalston on Thursday 20 April 2023? Perhaps the £6 cocktail menu will help make Secret Ceremony more comprehensible!  Numbers are limited, so reserving in advance via Fontaine’s website is essential. Alternatively, phone 07718000546 or email [email protected] to avoid disappointment! The film starts at 8:30 pm. Doors to the basement Bamboo Lounge open at 8:00 pm. To ensure everyone is seated and cocktails are ordered on time, please arrive by 8:15 pm at the latest. Facebook event page. 
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thejaymo · 25 days
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Where Interests Take You
I've been thinking about how the longer I go from spending time on social media, the more wide open my media diet is becoming.
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WARNING: Bright colors!
I warned you.
I have OCs, I just show them to anyone very rarely.
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paintalyx · 6 months
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SNIPPET: Weak Hands
From: Devil's Prize (WIP)
Summary: Gavrila sees that her father has come home before her, for once
Word Count: ~200
CW: graphic depictions of violence
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Through the open door in the hallway, she saw him lying next to his bed, soiled in his own fluids. Foul. Wretched. Mouth agape, limbs sprawled across the filthy floor, shirt undone. Far too lively for a corpse. Her hand twitched at her side. Her vision blurred around the edges. Perhaps it would be his last day. Perhaps she'd wake up to find that he ceased breathing, alone and wretched and foul like he deserved, but who could tell? God? God had never spared her kind any thought, let alone words, but if he, by some miracle, chose to speak to her now, she wouldn't be able to hear him over the sound of ringing in her ears.
In a blink, Gavrila crossed the room.
She watched her hands wrap around his neck.
He did not stir.
Her palms were sticky.
Her thumbs found his cartoid artery—
—and dug in.
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Five minutes.
Five minutes and he'd never wake again.
Five minutes and he'd become ash scattered across the forest ground.
Five minutes and he'd go on to live in broken mirrors and empty hallways and above her bed at night.
Gavrila blinked.
She was still in the hallway.
Her father was still breathing.
Her hands were still weak.
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thought i'd share one of my favourite scenes from the novel i'm working on here, hope you enjoyed reading it
check the comments for additional author's notes if you're curious; comments and criticism are more than welcome!! ^^
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