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This is a poem I wrote a while ago, dedicated to Val Kilmer, love of my life.

I know it's long, over-the-top and complicated, but so are my feelings for him.

May your spirit live on in our works of art until the end of time, and may your name go down in history as a legend.

Forever our Admiral, Batman, Genius, Cowboy, Singer, Tweaker, Detective, Warrior and so, so much more.

Rest in Peace Val. Forever our beloved.

#val kilmer #actor #rest in peace #poetry #dedicated to the man who taught me the meaning of art

maiya5t

Farewell is a hard thing to say

steampunkforever

RRR is to Indian film what Parasite is to Korean film. Or what Oldboy used to be to Korean film. Or what [YOUR FAVORITE GHIBLI FILM] is to Anime. Which is to say that if you've never before seen a single Bollywood production (and RRR isn't Bollywood, it's a Telugu-language film), the one piece of Indian Cinema you've probably seen is RRR.

If you know anything about Hindu nationalism in India, you can be a huge buzzkill about some of the imagery and/or propaganda on display in this film. It's a film about real Indian historical resistance figures (who never met) in a highly fictionalized action movie fully of superhuman feats. Of course there's going to be some Hindutva stuff sprinkled in there. This won't be the last film I'll watch to feature nationalist propaganda, and I've seen too many Captain America films for it to be the first.

This said, it's very easy for a crazy action film like this to lull you into forgetting why that one specific color gets a lot of screentime. The movie isn't subtle, nor is it particularly deep, but it's a roaring good time. One of the most Dudes Rock films of all time, the action is insane, the physics are optional, and the music (one of the songs in this film netted the movie an Oscar) is exactly as fun as you'd expect from this sort of movie.

The use of the Lee-Enfield in this movie was especially sexy, there's a scene I dare not spoil but it involves some especially creative dual-wielding that reminds you how neat the bolt-action is, but it absolutely rips. The Lee-Enfield also lends itself to an ongoing bit of dialog where the British officers insist their soldiers kill civilians by other (more brutal) means than bullets because each round cost an entire british pound to make and ship to India, which seems to ignore economics of scale, but I digress. They had to make the brits sound more racist somehow.

RRR is an excellent film with crazy visuals, 9 codirectors, and so much happening that when the halfway point intermission hit in the middle of it's 3 hour runtime I sincerely thought only 20 minutes had passed. Really fun movie, and definitely one to add to your tally of Indian Cinema.

willgrahamscock

I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

part-time-zombie

Exactly! It's freaking annoying when I want to watch movies but I would have to subscribe to like 24 different services . Just to watch the shows that I like.

someones-here-for-sure

Oh and wouldn’t it be nice for cartoons? Just anything animated. I just wanna stream things without getting conned. Must I be cartoonless forever?

tinypaperwindmill

i like using streaming apps but there are waaaay too many and they're all stealing my data .i wish there was a secure and organized way to have millions of shows and movies available one one app. but alas. we've truly gone full circle back to cable + now it spies on you. its a real shame. i dont want to fill my device storage with tons of boring and stupid cash grabs.

sapphic-design-is-my-passion

These kink posts just keep getting more and more esoteric

please-be-nice-im-sensitivee

I, for one, like Roman numerals.

gloriousblueflames

my favourite post ever

riphimopen

Im not the uncle you want. I'm not the uncle you deserve. I'm not the uncle you need. Im not your uncle

gloriousblueflames

unless your name is Bob because Bob's your uncle

gorgeouslyuncoordinated

Look, I try not to do annoying self-promo, but I'm really proud of this song cover I did, so fuck it.

gloriousblueflames

This is BEAUTIFUL!!!! Your voice is so sweeettttt💙💙💙

This makes me wanna post my singing too sksksksksksksks

Would you mayhaps like to do a cover of Battle Cries with me? 👀

gorgeouslyuncoordinated

Look, I try not to do annoying self-promo, but I'm really proud of this song cover I did, so fuck it.

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The Man Who Ate the World

He wasn’t born because no mother would carry that kind of child. He was built. From people’s fear, and women’s labour, and "the god-given rights of men". His blood is commerce, his tongue, scripture. And his stomach? That one is a deep chasmic grotto. He eats everything. The unquantifiable. Time, bodies, insecurities and the belief that we are not enough of anything.

He’s not one person. He is a something that wears the appearance of other persons. On most days he is “Smile, it’s good for business.” Other times he is the pastor because women must submit. It is, afterall, biblical propriety. On Thursdays, he is the boy trying to woo you with explaining how suffering is love. Same mouth, different accent.

Our hours bent over sinks, over ledgers, over children. He eats the years we spend saying sorry for wanting rest from cleaning, cremating, forgiving, and keeping the peace with quiet. He eats our beauty sleep and beauty, then sells it back to us in laid edges, foundation, and slogans about independence. Because who doesn’t fall for catchy? He chews our dreams down until they taste like duty.

He calls it order. He calls it faith. He calls it love. He sounds like authority, like reason, like care, but it’s always, always, always control.

When the world started changing, he was Morpheus with it. When we wanted freedom, he served us in the Mirage Hotel. It definitely looked premium. He sold it. We break and he calls an Ishmael. We stopped going to church; he stuck one inside every phone. And when we cried foul, he recorded it, played it back and put a reverb. Named it like a dubstep “Progress ft. Profit” on the Empire of Noise (Deluxe Album)

He’s clever like that. In 3090. Always two steps ahead, always righteous; we are the ones trying to lose the weight when he is always hungry.

Sometimes I hear him in my head, in my voice telling me to be grateful, to stay pretty, to smile and not breathe too much air. Or use too much space. Or splash too much water. Or use straws. While he eats the earth, poor Terra. Drinks from her, her Korle Lagoon because this homesteading dung air is perfume.

I am so happy oxygen walls are non-negotiable, and the anti-vacuum is too great for trespassing. He tried to make a dumping ground of that woman, strangling her citizens in revenge but you can't fume against waves. It all goes back to poor Terra.

But I think he is dying. Hear it in the way women laugh now: not politely, but in wild fonts; noisily. In the way we talk back, even in whispers, sardonically, cynically, deliberately, evenly. You can feel it whenever we stop apologizing for being tired and rest without permission. Every time we love differently, live our truth, walk away to love each other out loudly. When women refuse to carry both the world and the silence. And we touch the earth gently and call it home.

He can’t live without our service. He can’t live without our obedience. Certainly not without our belief that this is the only way we can be. And maybe that’s the quiet Mutiny. No fire, firing guns or slogans, just finally saying no. To the giving and giving. To the worship of surviving.

He withers without our guilt. Slain without our belief that he is God. The man will starve when we stop feeding him. When we stop mistaking his voice for our own. When we stop nourishing his existence with our hopes and dreams and fears and compliance. And one day, when enough of us stop letting him stuff his face; and the black hole floats by his lonesome, he will sublime quietly. No war, no trumpet. Just silence. And in that silence, maybe we will breathe again.

Source: The Man Who Ate the World

mythosphere

"Blorbo from my shows" no. Blorbo from my BA. Blorbo from my major. Blorbo from my primary source document.

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gloriousblueflames

Oh my gosh this is so cute I love them!!!!!