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#i still haven't watched the movie yet
potato-jem · 18 days
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bisexuals when watching the idea of you
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officer-kd6 · 14 days
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Actually fucking throwing up rn
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quirkle2 · 4 months
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who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)
His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.
The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.
The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.
Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.
Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.
Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.
He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.
Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.
He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”
Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.
He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.
They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.
Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.
Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.
He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.
It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.
He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.
If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.
He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.
Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.
He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.
He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.
The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.
His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.
Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.
Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.
Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.
Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.
His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.
Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.
Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.
Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.
Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.
The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.
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heart-of-ep · 1 year
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So deep in my Elvis feels right now. Literally sobbed my eyes out and now it's 3am and idk what to do with myself. 😭
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spirit0flondonatnight · 7 months
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who needs therapy when you can just write FNAF fanfiction?
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frommybookbook · 2 months
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I just finished reading my penultimate Perry Mason novel. I only have one left to read and I already have it in my possession (thanks, local library!) but I'm not ready. I'm not ready to not have any new Perry books to look forward to. I'm not ready to no longer be the Perry Mason cryptid at my local library. I'm not ready to check off yet another thing from my Perry Mason completion list. I'm just not ready.
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lyxchen · 4 months
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I looked at the songs for the new Mean Girls musical movie and.. why did they leave out all the songs that show Cady's feelings or emotional development?? Like... It Roars? More is better? Do this thing?? These are some of my favorite songs!!
Also I saw that they made a new song that probably replaced It Roars but I listened to it and.. it's really not the same (in a negative way)
I also heard the new version of Stupid With Love and I am so sorry, I'm totally fine if they decide to make changes to the songs but this is just. No. Because this version of the song is so not Cady. She is this little weirdo who for the first time falls in love and has such big emotions and doesn't really know how to handle them but also this crush makes her really happy and the new version just smashes that into tiny pieces and glues them back together with a weird rythm and music that is supposed to be slow and romangic but just really doesn't fit with the lyrics at all. Like I'm sorry but you can't say calcu-lust like that. You just can't
Both of these songs on the new album lack the absolute extatic excitedness Cady has for a lot of the musical which are a big part of what makes her a really lovable character in my opinion and they're also just all around very fun songs!! So to take that away and Also take away two other songs that show her inner world just makes me kinda sad :(
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siriuslynephilim · 9 months
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I am 150 pages in rwrb AND GOD I LOVE THEM THEY'RE SO CUTE AND HORNY AND YEARNY BUT ALSO IN LOVE
idk what 150 pages mean tell me which stage of their relationship are they???? also ikr aren't they soooooo relatable 😭
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stolligaseptember · 2 years
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the way the new iwtv show is literally just a marriage deconstruction............ they're gonna enter their baby trap arc next episode, and i can't WAIT for them to enter their real divorce era it's going to be so fucking messy and so FUCKING delicious
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airenyah · 1 year
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i still can't fathom how out of all the times ohm pawat has been threatened with a gun on screen... it's the fucking romantic comedy of all things where his character ends up with a gunshot wound
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trans-corvo · 1 year
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Here’s the watchlist for my thesis in case anyone is curious about old-timey german movies that explore ‘deviant’ forms of sexuality and gender.
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letsgetitblog · 10 months
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Roku...
So y'all put grimace, BARBIE. AND NOW I'M SEEING WALMART???
yall couldn't do one thing??? for mutant mayhem??? Like ONE THING. At least put the movie on y'all movie theater good GOD.
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sponge-stims · 2 months
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Feel free to ignore if you dont want to bc I couldn't find if you're accepting requests or not, but is it possible to make a stimboard for Ballister Blackheart from Nimona? :3
Posted !!!
Sorry for taking a while, I hope you enjoy it and if you need anything changed just lmk ^^!
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louismygf · 2 months
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just recently watched this is us with my college friends
#tbqh i found it kinda boring 😭#the louis clips were so not enough#ive watched some clips online prior to actually watching it (for the first time might i add)#one of my friends had a cousin who was crazyyy ab 1d so she dragged her out to the cinema to go watch it when it came out and in 3d lol 😭#the 3d schtick is so funny 2 me lmao 😭#my friend recalls freaking out in the movie theater bc she was a major niall fan at the time. she said 3d niall was so close 2 her face lol#anyway. ab how i watched some clips online prior#i was actually waiting for the louis n his sisters part or the one where he visits his school or smth#my friends.... they literally don't know a thing ab louis personality-wise so they didn't really get much from it#UGH i should download aotv and make them watch it that was way more interesting (but idk? smth about it feels like it's made for fans only?#but... i'll suggest it the next time we get together 🙏🏼#anyw back to my review.#simon cowell's face was a jumpscare what can i say. it was so evil how nicole scherzinger was just. completely written off#im from the future i Know things#<- and like. about this. i felt kinda bad being cynical about the movie when i know my friend is Still an ot5 at heart#i think i broke her 13-year old heart a little 😭#it's so weird how the movie keeps singling out zayn about him getting kicked out or him talking solo music etc kskdj. feels v pointed Lol#they really just documented the 1d-mania & madness they ensued huh.... i think 2 of my friends (bts fans) weren't as impressed LOL 😭#they kinda flamed their performances and stage outfits which is. yeah i agree. kpop idols do WAY more than just.... that (1d) kskskd#i guess i'll make them watch the extra clips next time (o haven't seen all the clips yet i think)#OH and 😭 why was martin scorsese in the film that was hilarious#didn't have a lot of realness to it. is what i thought of the film. yeah. this is(N'T) us ✊🏽😔#maybe... i am too much of a hater#i liked... the... um. it's hard to highlight things i liked ab the film when im Not a 1d fan 😭 like im a louie ONLY idgaf ab 1d 😔#the part ab louis audition.... im sorry babie the editors did u dirty but it was so funny........😭#<- though i imagine it solidified people's (wrong) opinions about him :/
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bodywhorror · 2 months
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not to be all like "its bad to portray bad things in HORROR" becausse...no..lol... but I can't lie the sa scene in reanimator feels so pointlessly thrown in there at the end...
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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years
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Okay, this is making me jealous of a wooden puppet lol!
https://at.tumblr.com/shockyhorror/176857278287/08rxbtcnothu
Okay, listen baby, this scene is SO WEIRD, like I am not a fan of puppets at all, BUT let's talk about it because OMG.
Mr. Elvis-Fucking-Presley manages to make this whole scene both ADORABLE and SEXY AS HELL. Like I honestly have no idea how he manages it. He's acting against a puppet, for god's sake. The man is so charming and charismatic he can literally seduce a PUPPET. So, yes, it it entirely reasonable to be jealous of said puppet because holy hell and Elvis' powers of seduction are so strong they cross the space-time continuum.
1960 post-Army Elvis is a favorite era of mine (after the '68-'70 era EP, of course), so this is right up my alley. That "come hither" motion and that LOOK he does at the beginning DOES ME IN. Like are you kidding, Mr. Guitar-Fingers??! His finger is moving so. damn. fast. ughhhhhhh and I cannot help where my mind goes with that. Then every little coy smile and look and something about the way he pulls back on the "Then I know that I would cry" line makes me just melt. I don't know what it is about this scene, y'all. Like I don't even like the song!
On a more serious note, I think the scene really highlights his natural abilities as a performer, specifically his comic timing, his overall believability, and having a deep control over that charm and sexuality of his that wasn't necessarily as present or controlled pre-army. Somehow, he's able to take this ridiculous little scene, make it believable and enjoyable, yet still a bit tongue-in-cheek, all whilst being completely self aware and deliberate (without it feeling overt). It's masterful in the strangest of ways, and I love him even more for it!
Also, stuff like this really makes my musical-loving heart wish he had done some actual stage musicals. I feel like he would have really channeled these gifts and gotten so much more satisfaction from a live audience every night. I know Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, who wrote the King Creole songs pitched and wanted to write a (good) musical for Elvis, but the Colonel killed it flat. Fucking Colonel Parker.
(I've included the full scene below because of quality, but the song starts around 5:00)
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