PERFECT ENEMY

adam! thirty, flirty, etc. 18+ ……………………………………………………

[romanromulus]

I see the angel in the first draft and revise until I set him free

[sheherlockholmes]

[carriefisher]

BAILEY’S 3K CELEBRATION —⏳+ christine for @six-demon-bag

“Either you’re dumber than you look, or you don’t know your friend very well. He had the same look in his eye that my brother always had. Probably the only thing my brother ever loved in his whole rotten life was that car. No shitter ever came between him and Christine, if they did… watch out! He had a five-year-old daughter choke to death in her… he wouldn’t get rid of her. He just rode around with the radio blaring, not a care in the world except for Christine." — Christine (1983) dir. John Carpenter

[344j3]

if you see me being queerbaited do not try and save me. i’m exactly where i want to be

[evilvillain123456789]

what you experience is hyperfixation, which is pathological. what I experience is psychosexual obsession， which is also pathological, but in a darkly chic and subversive way. thank you for understanding.

[sailermoon]

this is how new yorkers @ mamdani

[sailermoon]

[dogpuppy]

[romanromulus]

I’m tired of hearing about sisyphus. it’s becoming…dare I say…

[capacity2]

It’s actually crazy how bad feeling bad feels

[likitesplit]

Bird Sounds 1969.

Robert Vickrey

[liniini]

Katharine Hepburn in an interview with Barbara Walters (1981)

[tyracollettes]

Chasing Amy (1997) → dir. Kevin Smith

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

[polkadotmotmot]

Eric van der Vlugt - Sticks and Stones #12, 2022 - Oil on canvas

[cheaphalloweencostume]

The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.

The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.

“You still think pain is a language,” he said.

Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.

The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”

The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.

“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”

The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.

The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.

“You think this makes you immortal?”

The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.

“No,” he whispered.

“I think it makes you temporary.”

The torches flickered.

For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.

“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”

— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds

[cheaphalloweencostume]

i am not mad at the sweethearts in the comments and replies going “but i like this!” and i will write a weird hook torture scene in whatever i work on next just for you. with more beautifuler words and actions and dialogue that Means

[nohoperadio]

Scooby-Doo is a dog who can talk, which is amazing, and he largely uses his powers of speech to communicate how scared he is of ghosts and monsters, and basically the only thing his owners do is drive him around the country putting him inside various haunted houses and such. I wish I could take Scooby-Doo aside, I want to say to him, these people are not your friends.

[ruinedholograms]

The Perfect Kiss (1985)