#catch-22

[porterdavis]

Catch-22 Written in 1961

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Gathering Around Stanley

Art by Scott Campbell

[captcutshaw]

Things that make Catch-22 a horror novel:

Snowden's secret

The Eternal City

"We've got your pal."

Kid Sampson's death

Timeloops, distortion of reality, the Chaplain's déjà vu

Yossarian's friends all dying or going missing until he is the only one left, in this way he is like a final girl

Things that make Catch-22 (1970) a horror film:

Most of the above but also Garfunkel from Simon and Garfunkel is there

[arcticlogik]

Did you know that Catch-22 book literally starts with

“It was love at first sight.

The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.”

[lazarusrisingx]

hm something about frenzy enhanced praedetor zayne

who insists he hasnt lost control of himself while hes pounding you.

your face down ass up on the wardens desk, tears streaming down your face as the wardens hands grip your hips and he groans and gasps behind you, struggling with himself.

you can feel it in the way he thrusts. Zayne wants to be gentle. he really truly does. the poor man doesnt want to lose thag facade of control hes tried so hard to keep you from seeing theough.

one second hes gentle, chest pressed to you back, slowly and deliciously dragging his dick in and out of you.

just for it to be gone in an knsyant, and zayne is back to pounding your poor hole with reckless abandon.

“ha-ah-ah m-my apologies y-y/n, im-ngh-trying but… gods you feel so good so perfect and tig-ht.”

zayne is all growls and breathy pants. struggling to stop himself from absolutely wrecking you. but its no use. your mouth is wide open, drool sliding down your chin, hair a mess, hands gripping the edge of his desk for dear life. your like a toy in this odd tug-of-war. the losing side belongs to the gentle calm man you know, the other side is feral and animalistic zayne.

his fingertips squeezeing intk your hips as his thrusts get harder and deeper. and then the nastiest words fall from his mouth. voice raw and a quiet rumble.

“your so pretty like-like this. so tight and ngh~ needy for me. serves you-you right for teasing me all day. mngh~ swaying these”- he punctuates himself with a smack on your ass- “these beautiful hips all day. teasing, making fun of me.”

zayne is can handle a lot, but not rhe way you tease him. and its true youve been a brat all day not knowing it would push your boyfriend to a frenzy.

zayne panted squeezing the now sore spot on your ass and slowing down on his thrusts. he geabbed your hair and forced your head up, kissing your cheek as he continued deep and slow strokes.

“i can easily remedy this behavior dont you think?” he said softly into your ear, his breaths came in short gasps as he continued to slow down, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

“bratty girl… so good for me.” zayne mumbled softly. it reminds you kf when hes drunk. the way his pace changes and he tries to slow down and be gentle.

of course this was your own doing. you know how much zayne hates getting teased, and you know teasing him in front of people is a terrible idea. thats how you got to this point anyways.

zayne releases his grip on your hair, letting your head rest on the now soiled paper work you were bent over on. he went bsck to his rough thrusting, muttering obscenity’s you thought only happened in those porn videos you watch.

“fuck~ dirty bratty girl… ngh~ such a slut t-teasing me hm? this-this was your end goal yes? bent over , fuuck~, bent over my desk just like this? cant stop cumming.”

he really couldnt. the man had stamina like you had never seen. the sound of his cum getting fucked into was loud and lewd, your pussy made a mess of your own juices mixed with his seed. it was obscene really.

uour shoulders tensed and you felt your walls twitch around zayne. you groaned and heard a soft laugh come from zayne.

“again? cumming again? feels to good hm? cum for me beutiful, one more time.”

it was not in fact one more time. actually zayne went for hours, losing himself in the tight warm walls you have. he doesnt think he can get enough, and as soon as he musters enough self control to pull out of you, hes slamming back in again as praedetor brain takes over.

[witchofanguish]

“And don’t tell me God works in mysterious ways,” Yossarian continued, hurtling on over her objection. “There’s nothing so mysterious about it. He’s not working at all. He’s playing. Or else He’s forgotten all about us. That’s the kind of God you people talk about–a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatological mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?” “Pain?” Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s wife pounced upon the word victoriously. “Pain is a useful symptom. Pain is a warning to us of bodily dangers.” “And who created the dangers?” Yossarian demanded. He laughed caustically. “Oh, He was really being charitable to us when He gave us pain! Why couldn’t He have used a doorbell instead to notify us, or one of His celestial choirs? Or a system of blue-and-red neon tubes right in the middle of each person’s forehead. Any jukebox manufacturer worth his salt could have done that. Why couldn’t He?” “People would certainly look silly walking around with red neon tubes in the middle of their foreheads.” “They certainly look beautiful now writhing in agony or stupefied with morphine, don’t they? What a colossal, immortal blunderer! When you consider the opportunity and power He had to really do a job, and then look at the stupid, ugly little mess He made of it instead, His sheer incompetence is almost staggering. It’s obvious He never met a payroll. Why, no self-respecting businessman would hire a bungler like Him as even a shipping clerk!”

[laughlaughatme42]

Thoughts I cannot organize about Yossarian&Dunbar&Clevinger: A ramble

To think that the last conversation they've had is them calling each other crazy. And Yossarian apparently is feigning illness in the hospital at Chapter 1 precisely out of grief for Clevinger. I find this intriguing because (iirc correct me if I'm wrong) all the events that occur after Yossarian's Ch.1 hospital trip are presented in chronological order, with previous events inserted between them. So one may say that for all the events of the book that the reader witnesses in real time (?) Clevinger isn't alive during them. He's dead and lives only in Yossarian's memory, like Snowden, and maaaaybe Mudd.

And:

These two hospital visits are directly described, even though on Heller's outline it says Yossarian's flown 35 times by the 2nd visit and in the book it's 38. But they are there. But as far as I can remember the motivations behind Yossarian's Ch.1 hospital visit (which is neither of these because Yossarian's flown 44 missions when he gets out) are never really mentioned. I just think it's interesting that Heller chooses to leave that out of the book and readers never get to know exactly how Yossarian feels when news of Clevinger's disappearance first reaches him, and what kind of meaning he himself has given to his choice to be in the hospital in Ch.1.

And, Dunbar is there with him. Why? Have they decided on it together? Out of similar reasons? If not then when exactly does Dunbar show up in the hospital? Also, has he talked with Clevinger after his argument with Yossarian? Their last conversation can't be their debate about what makes a long life, because Yossarian is in that scene--unless the two conversations/arguments take place on the same day in the same bar gathering. But even so, it is stated on the outline that it's not too long before Clevinger's disappearance, which I think is fucked up. I mean:

“You’re inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? […] Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?” Dunbar was almost angry when he finished. “Well, maybe it is true,” Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. “Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it’s to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?”

And the man dies! On a mission, after he's said he wouldn't want a long life if it's filled with unpleasantries, too. I wonder if Dunbar remembers this exchange and if he ever looks back on it. He probably wouldn't see it as a sort of omen, or think that he killed Clevinger by telling him his life philosophy, but still I wonder if he recalls Clevinger's words from time to time, and what he thinks of this whole thing. Reasonably speculating on this is probably impossible, but I still wonder if it occurs to him when he hears that Clevinger's gone, be it hearing the news when staying at the hospital, or lying down in his tent knowing that the plane still hasn't returned. Does the fact that they're in different squadrons make him hear about it later than Yossarian? IDK because I haven't looked up how squadrons work. Anyway anyway yeah.

[bluvlet]

when there’s 22 catches or something idk i’ve never read the book