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At a time when Netflix is getting roundly criticized for forcing its shows to treat the audience like we have all of two brain cells to rub together, The Vampire Lestat is out here volleying everything from 70s gay references to 1700s Dutch Republic references at the speed of light while saying, "You don't get it? Well, that's a fucking you problem."
And I love that for us.
"i don't want it to look like some other dickhead. i want it to look like you"
the notebook wishes it could achieve that level of romance.
homophobes will harp on the two (2) verses on Leviticus about sex between men but when you ask them about the entire chapter (25) dedicated to letting the land rest every seven years and not overworking it, freeing the indentured, returning properties sold by debtors, and supporting destitute family SUDDENLY we don't follow Levitical law anymore
had this insane moment while watching leviticus where ryan and naim are having this scene that in any other movie would be sweet, them standing on either side of a screen door, hands pressed against each other while they whisper and laugh together, and i'm sitting there in my seat, heart pounding, thinking "no no no what the fuck are you doing??? are you an idiot don't go near him!!!" and then i like, realized what the thoughts i was having sounded like and just went "...oh"
holy shit wait thats amazing
The moment the queer kid runs away from their unaccepting family is always portrayed as a big adrenaline fuelled escape. A screaming match, a hastily packed bag. Because it's only when your throat is raw and your face is wet and your parents yell and condemn that it's deserved, right? But what if it's just another day? You and your mother are having a conversation you've already had before, and you don't know why you think you can convince her. Nothing has changed between yesterday and today. She didn't listen in the hospital as a nurse wiped blood from your face and you coughed up sticky black, but now as you walk with her, twigs and bark crackling underfoot, you try again. The crowd of never-missed-a-Sunday churchgoers move around you as they comb dry bushland for the boy they faithfully watched seize on the floor. Black cockatoos screech above twisted eucalyptus trees. The sky is dusky-brown, polluted with lingering smoke. You talk to her, voice shaking but true, because this time, this time she'll meet your eyes and understanding will smooth the pinch in her brow. She'll pull you into a hug and say that she believes you and she loves you and she's sorry. You wait. But someone announces they're moving on—no sign of him here—and all she does is smile. She doesn't yell, but you almost wish she would. She's never hurt you with her own hands, but you almost wish she would. Fear is a good thing, she tells you, fear keeps you safe. And you get in the car because you always get in the car, the day it took you away from the house your father died in and every Sunday morning since.
But then your mother pulls into the station to fill the tank, and when she walks out to pay, you open the passenger door and climb out with the banality of a dead leaf tearing free from its branch. You have nothing but the clothes on your back and a lighter in your pocket, but you head to the bus stop with no detours. You're in the wind now, and a dead leaf can't reattach to its tree. Bus brakes screech and hiss. The boy you thought they would find bloody and cold in the never-ending dead dry grass is standing there. He sees you. Relief is not a big enough word. He's the first you ever shared this feeling with, the feeling you've been scared of since you were too young to know anything else but fear. And when you see him standing at the bus stop you think he might also be your last. He has his roots in you, this boy, he follows you into your dreams and is your waking nightmare. You reached for the demon that wore his face believing it might be your final act, and even now, when you still can't be sure it's really him, your throat still bruised and cuts still healing, you cross the road.
There is no dramatic kiss, once he confirms it's you, no loud proclamation of love for everyone to overhear. The two of you are quiet, when you step onto the bus and find a seat. As the bus begins its journey, you see his mirror image outside on the grass watching you leave. But when you turn to your right, he's soundlessly resting on your shoulder. The ending feels undeserved because it's not the ending. You smile, rest your head on his crown of his golden hair, and let the music play.
can we talk about how tender leviticus was despite being a horror film? like yes the homophobia the isolation the haunting of the entity itself were all terrifying and the fear naim and ryan were feeling throughout the film was extremely palpable, but i feel like there was also this steady stream of tenderness bolstering it all?
it's in ryan's protectiveness towards naim that shines through even when he's hurt himself, it's in the way naim lets his guard down with the entity because he wants to be seen and to be loved in a town where nobody seems to (not even his mother), it's in the way ryan tells naim "it will never be me" but still makes sure he gets home safe, and then the way he looks so relieved when he realised it's the real naim (his naim) at the bus stop when he was ready to just leave town all alone---which, might i add, was probably an idea that naim gave him in the first place.
these two boys' love for each other makes me sick and i want nothing but the best for them.
JOE BIRD and STACY CLAUSEN as NAIM and RYAN LEVITICUS (2026) written and directed by Adrian Chiarella
If you care about good horror GO SEE THIS MOVIE. IT'S SO GOOD AND SO SAD BUT SO GOOD
out now, go watch
prints :)
It always baffles me when people think Shane would be constantly annoyed by Ilya's antics and bravado. Like, Shane? Shane Hollander? The same man who started salivating when rookie Roz said he was going to score 50 goals? The man who gets so hard over Ilya sexting him right before a game that he could storm into the visiting locker room and ride his man right there? The same Shane Hollander who happily accepted a blowjob while his best friend tried to have a deep and genuine conversation with him about his wife's difficult pregnancy? Nah, that dude is a peak enabler who loves his asshole husband.
Me after watching heated rivalry: I'm considering going back and watching the sacred texts. And by sacred texts I mean Yuri On Ice
Shane in the locker room of any given All Star Game after he and Ilya get married and are playing on opposing teams for the weekend: If we don't beat those guys I will actually spend the rest of my life thinking about it. This is your only chance to prove to me that you belong in the NHL. This is not a friendly game, this is a grudge match to the death. I want you all to lock in like you have never fucking locked in--
Meanwhile, Ilya: Woohoo boys let's play some fucking hockey [Timber by Pitbull blasting at full volume]
Cliff Marleau, probably: Hollander's gonna kill you in cold blood, man.
Ilya: Cliff. Cliff let me look in your eyes when I say this. I know. I will enjoy it very much. My night ends the same whether I win or lose, Marley. Anyway. [Song switches to Party Rock Anthem] LET'S MAKE THEM WORK FOR IT BOYS. WOO
Cliff: Dude what is this playlist.
Ilya: It is called 'Prom Night 2013.' Was a good year for me, Marley.
BLOODYMARY REVERSE AU! BLOODYMARY REVERSE AU! BLOODYMARY REVERSE AU!
she's hades she's god she's jesus christ she's mary magdalene she's the grim reaper she's the virgin mother she's judas she's eve she's pontius pilate she's all four horsemen of the apocalypse she's the earth herself. her name is eva stratt and she listens to harry styles and she got taken to court for pirating minesweeper.
every day I see six new fully finished highly symbolic art pieces of eva stratt with a set of scales and lambs and foxes and petrova lines visually paralleling nooses / restraints / trails of blood and rosaries and halos and big dioramas of earth and the sun and the hail mary and different methods of execution and explosions and rocket launches and heavenly / hell fire and allusions to major works in the art canon and I weep for my stomach not being strong enough for me to print out and eat all of them
Soft sleepy mornings,
AU where Shane and Ilya don't hook up or have a decades-long secret. They don't really know each other at all, except to play each other.
Shane comes out of the closet sometime after Scott does, and in some random, lighthearted interview, they ask him what he's looking for in a man. And Shane's just, off-hand like, "Well, he'd have to have at least one Stanley Cup. Obviously." And when he gets a good reaction from that, he keeps going, like "Needs to be amazing at hockey. Definitely needs to be at least an All-Star, if not a captain. Hot too. If he can't bench-press me, I'm not interested."
And it's all in fun, except two days after the interview prints, Ilya Rozanov shows up at his door like "knock, knock. I am here to apply for boyfriend position. Do you need resume? I brought my Stanley Cup ring, just in case."
#myshane loves the pwhl and the pwhl loves him back. in montreal, he would go to every victoire (triomphe?) game that he could given his schedule. he has jerseys and gets wedding invites and the entire roster's numbers in his phone. they adore him and he loves being around people who share his love of hockey without being boisterous dickbags
this leads to a full fledged uprising when shane gets run out of montreal though. they're so pissed off because really?? you got rid of your best player because he's GAY? the victoire no longer even associates with their nhl equivalent. it doesn't exist in their minds. meanwhile ottawa's pwhl team is already best friends with the centaurs and is just excited to have another addition that happens to be shane thee hollander
