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The Hunger (1983)

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You know you’ve heard a song too many times when it comes on and you don’t even notice because it sounds like background noise. 

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I can’t remember if this outfit was used in the final film (I don’t believe so) but this is a still for The Hunger, 1982.

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The Hunger (1983) - “There is no release, my darling.”

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The Hunger (1983). 

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❝ i can see it fine. ❞

AMERICAN GODS | @peachyallure​

     If there was anything that the man disliked more in a person, it was a feisty personality. The tone of this student’s voice is very much laced with attitude–a bitter tone which irked him. John had been playing and reading music for an eternity; he was more than skilled at it and knew what he was doing. If this girl wanted to give attitude, he would be more than delighted to give it back, and acidly. ❝ –Then start playing it correctly. From the beginning. ❞ He said, referring to the piece they had been working on for some time. 

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forevcrandever:

She had held such strong connections with her human lovers in the past, but none reached such a level as vigorous as the one she had with John. He reminded her so much of Eumenes yet held his own distinction in comparison, surpassing the very nature of what she had once believed to have been true love. Primes did not love quite so easily - nor frequently - as Miriam did, which was partly the reason as to why they saw her as something outside of their traditional jurisdiction. Why she was, in a way, cast out as an abomination. But the love she shared with humans was like no other. While the rest of her kind saw them as a food source, as humans found cattle, Miriam saw something far more enticing; something far more beautiful. Their beating hearts lingered like a symphonic melody to her hears as they thumped rapidly through the barrier of their chests and against her own. Even their warmth was something to be cherished and admired. In truth, she relished in their entirety but most especially to John. It was unheard of for one such as herself to allow for a human to take any form of control, but as John forced an arm upwards and pinned her wrist above her head, she could suddenly feel a flutter within the pit of her stomach like a roaring fire that consumed every inch of her. Even as the blade sunk in deep into the flesh of her triceps, it was a welcoming sensation that inevitably caused her to moan. Oh, how she wished he would take her right then and there while sucking out the very essence of her life’s blood. But instead she let her free hand continue its ministration against his length, tightening her grip and picking up speed. Once their lips met again, she savored the taste of her own blood against his tongue and devoured it. Her mind racing to their first time together while his father slept in the next room, sound asleep with the assumption that Miriam would be his and not his sons. But it was John who had caught her attention and it was John who won her favor. The very thought caused her hips to buck beneath him as if silently begging him for more! A single leg rose to latch around his backside then, pressing him closer as her own needs began to heighten at the simple notion of his very touch. ❝ Forever. ❞ She whispered, caressing her lips against his bloodied mouth as she continued to stroke him in a way that she knew would entice him all the more. 

    Devoured in love, John’s moans were unheard in his ears; he was simply too lost within Miriam to even notice the way he trembled against her, his skin nearly burning from her touch, his haste quickening with every divine second. Every time they’d bed, he still remained to have a feeling of excitement -- a pleasurable sense of exhilaration mingled with anticipation. But, he was an impatient man and could only hold himself back for so long; he could not wait to have her. He craned his head away, inhaling the cool air, slipping his trousers off in an instant. How beautiful she looked, her gaze like a panther’s -- dark and intense, but somehow she was simultaneously alluring, seductive. It was like gazing into them for the first time, his core rippling at such effects.

   Nothing would ever compare to her. He had loved no other like he’d loved her, and frankly, he surmised that this was true love at its finest. Their connection was indeed strong, a rare everlasting one, and without a doubt, he knew and believed that they would last forever. He would never grow old and would never grow tired of her, but instead, his love would grow for her; they would become stronger--an unstoppable, impenetrable force. ❝ Miriam, ❞ he whispered in his moment of desperation, finally thrusting into her, deft hands clutching at her shoulders, sliding down to her sculpted biceps. The only feeling that resonated with this was taking that first drink of blood, the Hunger relinquished with that decadent metallic taste of crimson, a euphoric wave of mind-splitting relief and pleasure -- this was the same. He felt his humanity had almost fully returned, his being flooded with love, passion, adoration even. His slow thrusts did not last very long, ultimately overtaken with his carnality, he began pounding into her with the same vigor he’d always had, like the same young lordling he once was: impatient, excited, and overjoyed that she was his (and not his bastard father’s).

    John had kissed her passionately, his bloodied mouth completely covering hers, tongue stroking against her own, craving her intensely unique touch, savoring her taste, and direly wanting to consume her. His grip around her had tightened, nails scraping down her soft arms, all the way down to her voluptuous sides, relishing each and every stimulating sensation, and even the sounds of her. She made him feel good -- she made him feel great, and despite the swelling amount of pleasure, he could beg, plead for more.  ❝ Forever, my darling. ❞ He breathed against her neck, sucking and kissing against her porcelain flesh.

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The Hunger (1983)

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❝ say my name. ❞

  AMERICAN GODS | @forevcrandever

     Completely under her spell, lost in magnetic eyes, and ultimately John’s human whim suddenly in full effect–overtaking him entirely. He’d bent himself to her will, and how terribly easy it was to heed her, to be hers forever.  They were vacationing in Paris, a regular event for them; especially, during the spring. It was their luxury retreat, and perhaps even the most romantic time for them, when their passion was most unbridled. He’d been lost with her for hours on end, but what was time for an immortal? There was no need for such a mortal invention when they would be present evermore. ❝ Miriam, ❞ he spoke softly, lips red from their tireless kissing. John had been pinned under her perfect, gorgeous figure, writhing here and there because of the things she was doing to him, which some might consider heinous.  ❝ Miriam Blaylock. ❞ He’d loved her like no other soul, and even loved the sound of her name. She was everything to him, as they both were to one another. ❝ Miriam, I’m yours. ❞

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Catherine Deneuve by Helmut Newton

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Details. Catherine Deneuve by Helmut Newton.

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Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie in The Hunger (1983)

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“I’ve Seen That Face Before” by Grace Jones from “Nightclubbing (1981)”.

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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

❝ no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. ❞

❝ wind can be reasoned with. ❞

❝ celebration was cut short. ❞

❝ only good thing about being in prison is the relief. ❞

❝ tomorrow can’t do anything today hasn’t already managed. ❞

❝ this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. ❞

❝ no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. ❞

❝ you know, i’m not superstitious. ❞

❝ i don’t believe in anything i can’t see. ❞

❝ i feel like there’s a fuckin’ axe hanging over my head. i can’t see it, but i believe it. ❞

❝ i can see it fine. ❞

❝ prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. ❞

❝ i smell snow. ❞

❝ i love you. something feels weird. ❞

❝ i love you too. what feels weird? ❞

❝ the air feels constipated, like if it’d just push out a storm, it’d be okay. ❞

❝ a hundred twenty hours till you’re home. ❞

❝ waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t. ❞

❝ do not piss off those bitches in airports. ❞

❝ i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ? ❞

❝ you nervous ? ❞

❝ just sit back and be a bird. ❞

❝ i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom ? ❞

❝ you’re just the first person i’ve met who isn’t an asshole. ❞

❝ give me time. ❞

❝ what would you have done, my boy ? ❞

❝ seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. ❞

❝ you lost something vital in there, and not just time. ❞

❝ what might i call you, if i were so inclined ? ❞

❝ always good to meet a fellow traveler. ❞

❝ i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. ❞

❝ it’s all about getting people to believe in you. it’s not their cash, it’s their faith. ❞

❝ now, what’s keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ? ❞

❝ don’t rush into this, take your time. ❞

❝ there’s always work for a big guy who’s smart enough to know he’s better off letting people think he’s dumb. ❞

❝ by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. ❞

❝ a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. ❞

❝ believe. ❞

❝ i don’t think i have the talent for it. ❞

❝ you … like me ? ❞

❝ i’m not what i once was. ❞

❝ you’re perfect. ❞

❝ i don’t know what i’m doing. ❞

❝ what man does ? ❞

❝ do something for me. worship me. ❞

❝ worship me. pray to me like i’m your god. your goddess. ❞

❝ you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. ❞

❝ say my name. ❞

❝ beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunts. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. ❞

❝ i am yours, my beloved. ❞

❝ go on, let go ! give me everything ! ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ not that rushing into things can’t be a good thing … ❞

❝ sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. ❞

❝ okay, i’ve said ‘fuck off’ politely as many ways as i’m gonna. now i’m fixing to be direct. ❞

❝ what the fuck do you know about [ … ] ? ❞

❝ more than you, it seems. ❞

❝ i’m not gonna work for anyone who’s got worse luck than me. ❞

❝ call it. ❞

❝ rigged games are the easiest to beat. ❞

❝ you’re a little creepy, and you’re forward, and familiar, and i don’t like it. i don’t like you. ❞

❝ who’re you ? ❞

❝ i’m a leprechaun. ❞

❝ we don’t come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. ❞

❝ no details. ❞

❝ devil’s in the details. ❞

❝ do you know who he is ? who he really is ? ❞

❝ he’s hustling you. he’s a hustler. ❞

❝ damn right. i’m a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. it’s why i need assistance. ❞

❝ name your price. ❞

❝ how’d you do it ? ❞

❝ with panache. ❞

❝ simplest trick in the world. ❞

❝ i’ll fight you for it. ❞

❝ win or lose, and you will lose, it’s yours if you fight me. ❞

❝ can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ? ❞

❝ i wanted to be a part of your history. ❞

❝ it’s just anger ––– makes you feel like you can change the outcome. ❞

❝ [ … ] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. ❞

❝ target would be more interesting than here. ❞

❝ if there isn’t some kinda life after death, i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed. ❞

❝ there is no closure from the dead. ❞

❝ i’m sorry for your loss, [ … ] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ? ❞

❝ hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. ❞

❝ jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! ❞

❝ i am trying to get my dignity back here ! ❞

❝ don’t fuck with me, [ … ] ❞

❝ what’s he doing here ? what’s the plan ? what’s the game plan, man ? ❞

❝ how auspicious, you must be special. ❞

❝ [ … ] is history. forgotten and … old. ❞

❝ we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ❞

❝ the dominant fucking paradigm, [ … ] , that is the only important thing. ❞

❝ by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. ❞

❝ so, i will ask again: what is it [ … ] is up to ? ❞

❝ you saying you don’t know ? … would you tell me even if you did ? ❞

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Catherine Deneuve in The Hunger, 1983.

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forevcrandever:

Synchronized movements simultaneously draw forth a need for redeemed sustenance once fingers begin to clench against the toughness of skin and hips meet in feverish abundance. A hot and heavy breath inhales deeply through her nostrils as her mouth becomes occupied with the contact of husband’s own in that given moment - and who was she to deny him when her own needs suddenly became prominent within that given moment? His touch alone was like an aphrodisiac in itself and the rougher it became the more she could feel the heat rising from deep within her abdomen causing her brain to flourish like that which resembled the human impulse of want and desire. As he straddles on top of her, so too do her legs oblige his action by spreading with bent knees, her heels pressing into the mattress while feeling every inch of his growing arousal to which she thoroughly welcomed with a single hand sliding down to come between them. Her fingers obliging with a firm grip as she guided him to where she needed him to be. ❝ Feed from me first. ❞

     His mind is reeling from their shared touches, actions purely guided by intense lust, something that was so vital and central to his being. Despite being turned, John still retained indispensable traits; inklings of compassion, love, lust, jealousy. He was created in her image, yet he was far from pure-blooded, far from ever reaching such high capacities -- and still, they were connected, in sync, in harmony with one another with every passionate kiss, stimulating caress, pleasure-filled whisper. John audibly groaned at Miriam’s firm touch, the shade of his eyes seeming to darken in subtle desperation that very moment he yanks the silver chain that hangs from his pale neck, clutching the ankh she’d gave him when they’d wed. It doubled as a hidden blade and proved quite useful on satisfying their ravenous Hunger. Miriam’s fire-like touch was too an aphrodisiac in itself, but something about that glistening sharp blade accentuated his desire tenfold; slowly grinding his hips into her again, he made sure to trail her beautiful neck with wet kisses, his tongue gliding over the thumping pulse of her jugular. When he takes the ankh in his dominant hand, he concurrently pins Miriam’s hands above her head, holding her there, making an incision on her forearm. The crimson made his eyes dilate as it trickled down in a thick pattern, and he immediately licked away the decadence, sucking on the incision like a starved animal, feeling her blood surge through him in a euphoric, erotic wave, and urging her to continue to stroke his arousal with a simple moan. It was renewing, youth-giving, and ever so addictive. He pulled away with a small gasp, breast heaving as he gazed upon her with those impenetrable eyes. He was vulnerable with her, gave every part of himself to her, and loved her for doing the same. Blood lathered the entirety of his mouth when he kissed her, letting her taste her own divine source, tongue stroking against her own, his hands fumbling with his belt, as he couldn’t get enough of her.