#sinners bert

[fakenooodles]

A few bts photos from Lola Kirke’s TikTok (Joan’s actress)

[peterdreaming]

All BTS pictures of Peter Dreimanis shared by Sinners makeup artist Allison LaCour

"BERT -- Sooo much fun, LOVE and detail went into creating this character brought to life by @peter_dreams. Looks don’t stop at the face. His pre-vamp look was inspired by #SteveBuscemi and like all the vamps their looks were to mimic a feasting. Like the yungins say, Did I eat?"

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[oneiric-wanderlust]

Kind of confirms this fan theory I had last summer. About the vultures flying around the Sawmill. They're not just a symbolism of death, but in familiar territory waiting for food to feast on. Just pure evil.

[iamyourwayout]

When that weird white throuple pulls up to your party

[songbird-28]

—i picked poor robin clean 🎶

THIS MOVIE WAS PHENOMENAL! what a cinematic experience + all the music was top notch. especially this song! the entire sinners ost has been on loop 🫡

[ourchampionofthesun]

As relieved as I am that Remmick died in the movie, I’m even more relieved that Joan and Bert died with with him. If those two had managed to break out of the hive mind like Stack and Mary, they would have wrecked even worse havoc on the black community in Clarksdale than Remmick would ever think to do. Remmick was a menace, but Bert and Joan were ticking time bombs.

[nuttyassquirrelshit]

do you and joan still live alone together as vampires? or did remmick just decide to stay with y'all?

the idea of remmick forcibly becoming the third wheel is really funny to me

Oh, he’s always ‘round somewhere - he comes and goes as he pleases, like an outdoor cat. 

And thank Heavens, ‘cause havin’ him in your head 24/7 would make anyone walk right into the damn sun - ya don’ wanna know half the shit that goes on in that mind o’ his.

Hell, I’m toleratin’ him ‘cause Joan took a likin’ to the bastard, but when we said we wanted a kid, that ain’t remotely what we meant… he’s a handful all right. 

And I get a man’s gotta eat, but he don’t clean himself before bargin’ in when he comes back from his shenanigans, so ya can bet your bottom dollar he’s gettin’ the hose before steppin’ into our home. 

Third wheel sounds ‘bout right - at this point you can call us a m’fucking tricycle. 

 

⨳ He remembered the very first time their minds connected after he was turned. 

  The violent wave of second-hand memories: 1000 years of trauma, pent up anger, agonizing loneliness - overcoming his brain like a flood, suffocating, breathtaking - far too much to handle for someone with only 30-odd years of life experience under his belt. Trying and failing to rise above that water, gasping for air, like he did moments before when he exhaled his very last breath on the hard, cold floor of the nursery.

  The ruthless, careless violence of those English men - the bloodshed, the desperate screams piercing through his brain like someone taking a bolt pistol to it. Violence so overwhelming but almost so familiar, that his Daddy’s face flashed before his eyes for a second.

  But he could relate to Remmick’s loneliness - he felt it so deeply before he met Joan - like he never truly belonged with that family, like they never thought he belonged with them either. 

  His only connection to his father was sharing his name, something he abandoned the very same day his family chose to abandon him by not showing up to the wedding. 

  The day he realized that there was no life before her.

  And in the end, he was grateful to Remmick for keeping them together, and most of all, for allowing him to turn her himself.

  He knew that Remmick could feel their love and that he thought it was beautiful - and that he understood that they can never bear to be apart for even a minute - never before and never again ; and they could feel their love reflected through him as well - it was now shared, multiplied, amplified, and more tangible than ever - he understood Joan better, if that were even possible - and he understood Remmick. 

  This strange, unexpected man, who stormed into their life like a hurricane just to pull their home apart and rearrange it onto new foundation - and he was broken, in pain and sometimes cruel, but now, he was family.

  And they stayed, not out of fear this time, but by choice. ⨳ 

[thesquishyrogue]

Damn I love Paramore