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David Bowie and Rip Torn filming The Man Who Fell to Earth in 1975
photographers: Steve Schapiro; Unknown
#hopefully some of these are new to others idk. just been having fun looking for set photos#david bowie#rip torn#the man who fell to earth#thomas jerome newton#tmwfte#nicolas roeg#station to station#bowieposting#technically the 'unknown' is just credited to the studio but id prefer to credit an actual photographer yknow
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okay why not.. it’s still one of my favourite books...
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(1975)
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Bowie by Geoff MacCormack
flowers by littlefarmhouseflowers
#David Bowie#bowie#david bowie and flowers#dbf 70s#DBF Orange#flowers#plants#The Man Who Fell to Earth#TMWFTE#thomas jerome newton#tulip
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okay what about this silly image
HE LOOKS LIKE A LITTLE BABY SSLSPPSPSPS
LITTLE BABY🤭🤭🤭🤭
Little babies are what I'd like to have with him— I MEAN WHAT👀👀👀👀👀👀
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!
i drew a little postcard for this valentine's day! it's a redraw of a screencap from the film that i edited a little to make it look more romantic but oh well.
#tmwfte#david bowie#thomas jerome newton#mary-lou#salemdraws#bowieforever#valentines day#movie fanart#the man who fell to earth#along with lyrics from john phillips's song!
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the trauma from that scene.
If you know, you know.
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People keep making edits where Thomas Jerome Newton looks cool. Mans is *not* cool. Mans is a freakin mess and Very Sad. Mans was chosen as the strongest physical specimen of his species and comes to Earth to save his planet only to find himself helplessly and indescribably weak. Mans left his family for a doomed mission, completely alone while surrounded by Earthlings that are destroying him physically, mentally, morally, and emotionally. Mans is so fucking tragic and in pain from the start of the film until the end that’s why I love him.
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ANYTHING with my babygirl tommy pleasepleasepleasepleasplase 💔
tommy x reader - a kiss and a sonnet
The hotel room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. You sat propped up against the headboard, lost in the world of poetry, the words on the page weaving their magic around you. The rhythmic cadence of the verses lulled you into a state of tranquillity as you traced the lines with your fingertip, absorbing the beauty of each carefully chosen word.
Tommy emerged from the bathroom, the steam from his shower still clinging to him like a veil. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering over to where you sat, before crossing the room to join you on the bed. His movements were cautious, as if he was unsure of his place in this intimate space.
"What are you reading?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine.
"Just some poetry," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Would you like to hear?"
Tommy nodded, his gaze fixed on the book in your hands. You cleared your throat and began to read aloud, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date..."
As you recited Shakespeare's sonnet, you stole glances at Tommy, watching the way his expression softened with each passing line. There was something about the way he listened, his eyes intent on you, that made your heart flutter in your chest.
When you finished, there was a moment of silence between you, the words hanging in the air like a delicate melody. Then, Tommy spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That was beautiful," he said, his eyes searching yours as if trying to unravel the mysteries hidden within them.
You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks at his words, a swell of emotion rising within you. "Thank you," you replied, your voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the air conditioning.
There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, before Tommy spoke again. "Do you... do you mind if I stay here with you?" he asked, his words hesitant, almost shy.
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you shifted closer to him, the warmth of his presence enveloping you like a blanket. "Of course not," you whispered, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his.
As the moments stretched on in the hushed intimacy of the hotel room, Tommy’s gaze lingered on you, his expression filled with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something you couldn’t quite place. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice tinged with an otherworldly quality.
"You make me feel... different," he murmured, his words slow and measured, as if he was still trying to understand the sensations coursing through him. "When I'm near you, I feel... warm. And my insides... they tighten, and then they relax."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding your chest as you realized the implications of his confession. "Tommy," you said softly, reaching out to cup his cheek in your hand, "I think what you're feeling... it might be attraction."
He blinked, as if the concept was entirely foreign to him, and yet, there was a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Attraction?" he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with an almost musical quality.
You nodded, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yes, attraction. It means that you... like being around me. That you feel drawn to me in a special way."
For a moment, Tommy seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed in concentration as he processed your words. Then, slowly, almost tentatively, he turned to face you, his gaze searching yours as if seeking permission.
"Would you... like to kiss?" you asked softly, the words hanging in the air between you like a delicate promise.
At first, Tommy seemed taken aback by your suggestion, his cheeks flushing with a rosy hue as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. But then, something seemed to click in his mind, and he nodded, his expression filled with a newfound determination.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the air conditioning.
You smiled, your heart fluttering with anticipation as you leaned in closer, closing the distance between you. Gently, you pressed your lips against his, the touch tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But then, as Tommy responded to your kiss, his lips parting slightly beneath yours, you felt a surge of warmth wash over you, a wave of desire crashing through your veins.
You guided him, showing him the rhythm and movement of a kiss, and gradually, Tommy began to relax into it, his body melting against yours as if finally surrendering to the moment. And as you lost yourselves in the sweetness of the kiss, the world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you, bound together in the quiet intimacy of the hotel room.
As you continued to kiss Tommy, you could feel the tension slowly melting away from his body, replaced by a newfound sense of ease and intimacy. Encouraged by his response, you gently guided his hands to rest on your waist, urging him to pull you closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Like this," you murmured against his lips, your breath mingling with his in the quiet of the room. "Hold me close."
Tommy hesitated for a moment, his fingers trembling slightly against your skin, before tentatively tightening his grip around you. It was as if he was still trying to navigate the uncharted territory of physical affection, his movements hesitant yet filled with a quiet determination.
"You're doing great," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before meeting his gaze once more. "Just follow my lead."
And so, you continued to guide Tommy through the motions of kissing, each touch and caress a gentle exploration of the connection between you. With each passing moment, he seemed to grow more confident, his movements becoming more assured as he responded to the rhythm of your lips.
"You're... you're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his lips against yours in a tender caress.
A warm flush spread across your cheeks at his words, a rush of emotion flooding your chest at the sincerity in his tone. "And you're amazing," you replied softly, your heart swelling with affection as you looked into his eyes.
There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with unspoken words and unspoken desires. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, you leaned in to kiss Tommy once more, your lips meeting in a sweet and tender embrace.
In that moment, as you lost yourselves in the warmth and intimacy of the kiss, you realized that this was only the beginning of something truly special.
#tmwfte#thomas jerome newton#the man who fell to earth#david bowie x reader#david bowie fluff#david bowie fanfic
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The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976)
dir. Nicolas Roeg
#bring back funky designs in scifi please ohmygod#surprising i didnt make a gifset of this scene sooner considering how insane i am about station to station#david bowie#the man who fell to earth#tmwfte#rip torn#nicolas roeg#thomas jerome newton#thin white duke#ik they’re not the same but TJN was a big influence on the duke so#my gifs#bowieposting#movie gifs
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No thoughts, only David Bowie with a Gun. (Funky alt text for those curious.)
#david bowie#bowieforever#the thin white duke#thin white duke#1970s#the man who fell to earth#tmwfte#1976#baviddowiestarmanposting
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“But I have you”
#kate mulgrew#drew finch#the man who fell to earth#TMWFTE#Janeway#star trek voyager#SciFi#trek#oitnb#flowers in the attic the origin
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Currently Watching Showtime’s The Man Who Fell To Earth...
...with Chiwetel Ejiofor and Naomie Harris. I am full of emotions watching this, because I grew up on sci-fi, spare like this from the 80′s.
...That takes it’s time and feels desolate, always yt (notably except for Brother From Another Planet, which this feels like crossed w/ Starman).
But this time it’s two black leads.
And not just black leads but two acting titans.
The script needs work, IMO. I hate when there’s too much back and forth before true belief kicks in, it slows things for me and that’s an issue here.
But wow this is an interesting narrative and both Chiwetel and Naomie are bringing it.
#ThisIsARec
#the man who fell to earth#tmwfte#showtime's tmwfte#chiwetel ejiofor#naomie harris#this is rec#rambling#feels like an 80's technoir road movie
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