O Melancholy, linger here awhile!

sarah, 19, any pronouns. ravening dyke, stupid fucking bitch, slug hiding under a rock, & your least active mutual.

[modernmusess]

there’s something so gutwrenching about the fact that the female characters in obsession have real dreams and wishes but never get the chance to see them realized, while both male characters waste their wishes on short-term selfish satisfaction. they were complex, free-spirited young women who just wanted to create art, and they were destroyed by a man determined to confine them to his superficial perception of them. nikki wanted to be a writer, sarah wanted to be a tattoo artist and now neither of them will get to be anything at all

[julesdap]

fuck it. obsession poster

[paper-mache-stars]

been thinking about grace and adrian being alike

[cyancees]

yaoi between two beautiful knights who keep ending up fighting each other but it turns out both of them are pretending to be men in order to be knights so its actually secret beautiful butch yuri. picture this

[valtsv]

to me the scariest and most underutilised aspect of found footage horror is the importance of everything that takes place off camera

[valtsv]

viewing events through the lens of recording equipment adds another dimension to every space - your range of perception is limited to the capacity and quality of your equipment. the possibilities for concealment are greater with your senses restricted to the myopic vision of the screen.

[valtsv]

i'll admit i don't know how it would work exactly, but i'm fixated on the idea of a found footage horror narrative where the protagonists gradually begin to realise that in attempting to document the things terrorising them, they've created potentially infinite new blind corners to hide behind where there were none before

[draconym]

let's heal from a childhood spent with mama

[donniedykeo]

I love this post so much so how are you sawblr

[marine-gifs]

A California aglaja (Genus Navanax). Filmed in California (USA). Source: Great Documentaries (Youtube).

[animentality]

[kazbrekkeratemyson]

goals for 2026

be excellent to each other

party on dudes

[sawtrapping]

Saw editors physically can’t send off the final cut until at least one scene looks like this

[thatstewispoisoned]

Not letting anyone forget about this

[toffee32]

Glanton's gang

[monktoucher]

i love the doesthedogdie. com page for blood meridian

[holdenxbrutecanon]

[churchyardishcharm]

not enough fan art of the judge wearing his all white suit & giant panama hat made of 2 separate panama hats out there. he had those specially made in chihuahua city & wore them out to dinner that same night!!! he was so excited to show off his cunty new outfit but people mostly just draw him wearing all black instead :(

[bloody-pony]

my fav judge fact is that he canonically has mites - it’s just such an innocuous detail and it’s probably not even unique to him (most of the gang would likely be crawling with all manner of ticks and mites too, due to their frequent bivouacking in the open terrain and infrequent bathing opportunities) but the moment it’s mentioned (Chapter VII) it instantly adds this new, filthy layer to his character. Up until that moment he’s been presented as this ominous but otherwise clean figure. His whiteness and hairlessness implies this twisted sense of pureness (a product of racism’s association of shaving with being hygienic and thus, white) and yet when you look closer he’s just as gross as anyone else. Because white supremacy and the colonial effort are gross, if not from afar then most definitely up close. Where having no hair might make him seem streamlined and beluga-like, instead it has him sweat profusely and (though he’d never show it) deeply uncomfortable, especially because BM is set 40 years before talcum powder was invented. His vessel is vast and imperfect, teeming with ‘small life’ that thrives in ‘the folds of his hairless skin’ to which it appears he must nightly try to groom himself from - not because he’s worried about hygiene but because he can’t stand to help something live, can’t bear the notion that his body might offer some level of protection and sustenance for a single creature, not even a mite. Because what kind of parasite would he be if he let anything feed off him? In his size and energy he resembles a tick, as well. The further along he ushers the gang down their path of both inward and outward destruction, the broader he seems, thriving where (or even because) they fester, fattened on not just the bodies of the Native Americans and Mexicans, but the labour of the gang members. This is where I think focusing on Holden’s fatness misses McCarthy’s characterisation because it’s not so much that the judge is fat as he is just big - if McCarthy wanted us to only associate Holden’s weight with his evilness he wouldn’t have bothered to make him 7ft (though there is undoubtedly some fat-phobia fuelling his character description). Holden is both the landscape and the bulldozer, the locust and the vulture, the maggot and the skeleton. He is borderline vampiric in his unidentifiable age and stamina, never depicted sleeping and claiming to not require it, energised on bloodshed alone. His partnership with Glanton seems symbiotic until it’s not, Glanton’s decline (or at least its acceleration) decided the moment he invited Holden in after they find him sat upon that boulder. In their final moments, when Glanton is at his nadir (his enterprise scattered, his company defected) the judge is at his apex, stood literally above him, ‘standing on the rise in silhouette against the evening sun like some great bald archimandrite.’

Essentially what I’m trying to say is the judge having mites is symbolic of American settler colonialism. He’s also maybe a vampire and that comes with its own capitalist allegories but that’s another post prolly.