[perioddramasource]

Tom Ripley (Matt Damon) & Peter Smith Kingsley (Jack Davenport) in The Talented Mr. Ripley (dir. Anthony Minghella)

I do know that one of the clues for me, and in fact it resulted in my completely enlarging a character who’s mentioned only in passing in the novel, is that when Ripley fetches up in Venice late on in the story […] it appears as if he’s experienced absolutely no remorse whatsoever for what he’s done. And as this character, Peter Smith Kingsley, is pulling the drapes off this dusty old Venetian palazzo, he turns round to find Ripley collapsed in sobs on a couch.

And it seemed to me to be a great index of what the film might be, which is to hint at the fact that there is some consequence, an internal consequence, that there’s a prison that you can’t escape from, which is a prison of your own head. And no amount of talent to improvise your way out of trouble will ever get you out of the trouble that you have inside your own mind.

And so in some way, I thought it could be a story about the sentence of escape, rather than the sentence of being caught. — Anthony Minghella

[pointless-yearning]

Enemies, to forced allies, to mutual respect but still some loathing morally based on the other’s character and flaws, to a bickering “old couple” arguing over stupid things, to understanding of the other’s flaws and a shockingly strong empathy, to bickering friends with benefits, to a confession that stirs up confusion, to hesitant lovers, to passionate, yet still bickering, lovers that cannot leave each other’s side for too long because of their long-suppressed neediness for each other, to a fucking power couple that know each other inside out, likely because they first saw each other in a bad light, unlike the many other lovers that always start off on too a good foot for it to be true, to sweethearts developing a more “mature love” for each other that still has them giggling like little children as they chase each other in the rain, to Lovers.

[marisatomay]

happy “the great gatsby is now in the public domain” day to all who celebrate

[princesskuragina]

I saw someone on instagram hosting a writing contest and the part of my brain that used to do fake instagram castings of musicals in middle school lit up like a Christmas tree so. Would anyone. Be interested

[princesskuragina]

Alright I think I’m going to do this as a 9k celebration! How to play:

Reblog this post & follow me

Send your snippet/flash fiction/poem (300 words max) to this form.

That’s literally it! I’ll post 3 winners when I hit 9k. I would appreciate tagging writer friends but it’s not necessary. Anyways this is just for fun and like I said I’m not an authority on writing or anything I just like hosting these things and I have a little tiny bit of a platform now so I may as well feature some of y'all.

People who said they’d be interested tagged under the cut. Feel free 2 ask questions below!

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[prokopetz]

Twelve more words to pronounce as though they were the names of Greek heroes:

Articles

Barnacles

Bicycles

Chronicles

Icicles

Monocles

Obstacles

Particles

Spectacles

Tentacles

Vehicles

Ventricles

[berrycobbler]

shut up dark academia bitches when megan thee stallion said “im a freak bitch handcuffs leashes switch my wig make him feel like he cheating” that was more smart and meaningful than anything oscar wilde wrote in his entire life

[curseworm]

cishets can stop coming out as having called people f*gs in high school or whatever like yes we know. we were also in high school

[jordangibson]

Mystery Inctober, #1-10

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[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

2020 was like “i know a place” ... and took us to hell

[thetriggeredhappy]

if i was a vampire i would hang up a bunch of pictures in my house but for some reason inexplicably one wall of pictures would have them all hung sideways and then whenever the rando i’ve lured into my Vampire House looks at them they’ll instinctively tilt their head to one side to look at the pictures thus leaving their neck wide open for Vampire Shenanigans to ensue. step one of making this plan happen is becoming a vampire. if you’re a vampire i’ll totally let you have my very good idea but in exchange you gotta make me a vampire also, no take backsies

[997]

ladies, 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓈, 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰, LADIES!

[heedra]

maybe this is just the ‘growing up relatively poor’ speaking but like why do some people like NEED disneyland to be open to simulate an area where they can enjoy themselves. just grab a popsicle from the gas station and go hop around on some abandoned piles of concrete behind the softball pitch smh

[ohevoyev]

wall-e watching the couple in hello, dolly! hold hands as they walk and the camera pans to its wide eyes, brightened by the television reflection. then wall-e opens its claws little by little to fit together, holding its own hand, the last living thing on earth. alone with no one else but itself. and wall-e looks back up at the screen to see if its doing it right. the scene is so heart wrenching i can literally feel the sobs i was suppressing at 11, fighting their way back up my throat right now.

[the-sapphic-muse]

Le Monocle: a lesbian bar in 1920s Paris

“During the 1920s Paris had gained a reputation for the variety of its nighttime pleasures and for its free and easy attitude toward life in general. Within this climate of relative tolerance many gay and lesbian nightclubs opened and flourished. Among these was Le Monocle, which is credited with being one of the first, and certainly the most famous of lesbian nightclubs. It was opened by Lulu de Montparnasse in the Montmartre area, which at that time was the main gathering place for Parisian lesbians. As historian Florence Tamagne explains, lesbians during that time were often found sitting together at Montmartre’s “outdoor cafes or dancing at the Moulin Rouge”. As for Le Monocle, “All the women there dressed as men, in Tuxedos, and wore their hair in a bob”. The name Le Monocle derived from a fad at the time where women who identified as lesbian would sport a monocle to indicate sexual preference.”

[princesshamlet-deactivated20210]

everyone’s still sleeping on the only great gatsby character that matters, mr. chester mckee, sad gay photographer man who truly created home of sexual culture with his photograph titled “loneliness” and banged nick carraway after knowing him for five (5) minutes

[oldhollywoodfilms]

Natalie Wood rehearses a number for West Side Story (1961).

[zagreus]

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Turns out, if you synchronize the two different Postmodern Jukebox recordings of Radiohead’s “Creep” you get a gorgeous duet between two anxious and self-conscious lesbians

[here-comes-the-sun-set-deactiva]

This is beautiful. #sharegoodmusic