changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
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Thinking about overstimulate Gojo Satoru, who keeps whimpering and trashing around saying "Slow down" or "too fast can't take it" which resulting us to tie his hands above his heads FSFSGAHGSHAJAKSJSJ
⋆ mdni. + gn!reader, riding satoru to tears. ‹3
“stop being so whiney” you huff, struggling to contain the white haired erratic trashing underneath your body, straddling his hips. although you tell him to stop, you don’t really mean it, how could you when Satoru is a sight for sore eyes, all flustered, panting with those pretty puffy lips half open.
another whine comes out of him, looking up at you with pleading eyes, “feels so good, babe, I can’t think straight”
he continues, “slow down a bit, ple— a-ah, oh fuck...!” he cries, back arched and hands shaking, digging into the plush of your thighs, each smack of your ass on this milky thighs brings a sharp inhale of air to Satoru’s lungs, his cock twitching and drooling so much precum into your hole the sound is disgustingly loud.
if Satoru were to be honest, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s too deep into the pleasure borderline in pain his mouth just splurts whatever words come to his brain, torn into slamming his hips up to fuck your pretty tight hole, or push you away and get a moment to breath and regain a bit of control. with your boyfriend there was no in between of him mercilessly fuckin’ you to tears, or you making him cry instead.
“stay still” you hiss, attempting to push his hands away from your hips, your waist, thighs, wherever his slender fingers found purchase.
yet all your words fall to deaf ears, “baby....! please, no more!” Satoru cries again, toes curling and almost kicking in the bed at the sublime, painful pleasure.
you curse low, considering the current situation was not going anywhere, so you slide back slightly, —continuing to bounce on his cock so hard Satoru’s groans and whines grew louder, blindly reaching for his eye bandages and struggling to wrap them around his wrists, and then to the headboard that rhythmically squealed under your movements.
“k-kinky” he croaks, an attempt of a laugh bubbling in his chest but quickly replaced by a loud moan, head tossed back as your hole sucked another orgasm out of the blue eyed spent cock.
“if you still have energy to joke around then you’re not fucked enough”
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I've been meaning to do some kind of comic based on the events of Farewell, My Turnabout since I played it last summer, so here's something a little bit amped up from Phoenix's canon reaction to Edgeworth's return mixed with my own reaction to it (I was so relieved to see him)
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