autumn boyfriend austin butler 🍂🧣☕️

The new york times asked Denis Villeneuve if he would read fanfics of Austin and Timothée hooking up 👀

The internet will lose their minds. 🤣

gale cleven + blue scarf

This is important: do we think the skull cap/eyebrow make up helps baby boy wink? Feyd can wink but Austin can't.

additional photos from the total film article that i either haven't seen anywhere else or text-less versions of photos i have seen

taps the mic. hilly what are your thoughts on the nature of feydpaul asking for a friend (the friend is me)

No strong feelings really... Pretty impartial ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Unless we're talking about the fact that they're narrative foils, they're star-crossed lovers. They're polar opposites, they're the same person. They were born to either kill one another or give birth to the most important child who ever lived. Neither of them has ever had a real friend their own age and they didn't even know enough about normal childhoods to mourn not having them. I almost never think about the complex elements of gender present in the fated relationship in a boy with the powers of a female witch, who was supposed to be born a girl, and another boy with pouty lips whose favourite weapon is poison (famously a feminine choice) and wears flares and leotards and lives under the thumb of a powerful, abusive older man.

I especially almost never ponder the fact that one of them tried to kill the other in the most Freudian imaginable possible way - cunty secret poison hip knife - because that simply has no strange and interesting implications which I could theorise about for hours over a bottle of japanese whiskey. The symbolism of penetration and killing thing Vs as bringer of new life, especially in the insanely penetration obsessed world of Dune. (Knives and breeding programmes and worms, whole topic in itself for sure)

It also means nothing to me when I think of they ways in which they were so uniquely isolated. Both having members of their families killed and being thrust into positions where ambition and power seem like the only way to keep themselves alive and sane and safe. It means nothing to me when I consider that no-one in Feyd's life ever genuinely loved him, probably not up until his death, not even Frank Herbert who never even bothered to bring him up again after the first book. I never think about the ways both of their families decay and crumble after they're gone, their children either suffering bizarre fates or disappearing. How even their legacies are bloody and stained.

Never before have life and death and fate and trauma and power and hope and destruction (both of the self and the other) been so entwined in characters with less interaction, and as you can see .... I really have no opinions on it one way or another.

Plato said this about them and it makes me feel really normal, actually.

(thank you for asking - as you can see, they make me deeply unwell and I haven't had a full nights sleep since the second movie came out. Living the dream wouldn't change a thing <3)

you thought i was made in your image with the sole purpose to pass on your lineage

Mathilda-Mary Shelley/Life Ceremony-Sayaka Murata/An Oresteia- Anne Carson

“My best friend, Micheal, his dad was a big drinker so he hated all that stuff - parties too”

“where’s Micheal tonight?”

“Oh he shot himself last may”

^ what if I said John talking about Gale. Hear me out. Gales always been terrified of inheriting his father’s alcoholism/ abuse so he stays away from any kind of substance. Meanwhile John finds comfort in the mind numbing-ness of it; like liquor fills the gap in his soul that he had no idea was there until he tasted that first drop of whiskey at 13. Gale, at some point, must have figured him out; could see the tell tail signs the same way he had his father. He would notice how “just a few beers with the lads” would slowly morph into John stumbling home practically every day with whiskey on his breath and a snappy temper. This CRUSHED Gale, so much so that he was beginning to fear the man he believed John was becoming - his father. Not being able to deal with it anymore; Gale disappears one night and never comes back, his body found cold in the same place him and John met. I imagine he would find it comforting in those last few moments before the world went black - to be reminded of the John he once knew and not who he was now.

summer in the city with Austin

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mota as things my friend and i have said to each other: part two (i think we're the funniests mfs on the planet, i'm so sorry)

➸ @johnslittlespoon for pt.1 (or follow link below) ♡

pt.1, pt.2

reposting my old text posts🤞

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