#thundercrack

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

Have you seen Thundercrack! (1975)?

Yes

No

Haven't even heard of this movie

Voting ended onAug 13, 2024

[doomspaniels]

Tristan is not enjoying storm season (it is FINALLY HERE, whew we were *dry*) but he's having a better time than he has since the thundercrack[*] stole his equanimity about loud noises. Not upset, even; just wants to nap in the best comfort spot (Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy's pillow).

[*] July 4, 2019: Tristan was outside when lightning struck a neighbor's tree. It felt like the sky fell in. That night, ofc, fireworks, before he (or anyone else!) had a chance to rebound from the shock. He hasn't enjoyed loud noises since then.

[myimaginaryradio]

Thundercrack - Bruce Springsteen and The E Street

[longeyelashedtragedy]

💖🤔!

💖 well, as always I'm behind on reading fics, but it's going to have to be You fit into me by @medicalwastebouquet. Definitely not for everyone, and it did come right out of our DMs, but reading it is a religious experience and it has one of the best uses of an unexpected flashback I've ever seen. As a fic it does one of my favorite things you can do with a couple--pass the power balance back and forth so suddenly you get whiplash and you end without even knowing who was in control.

Can I say my threesome? I fucking love my threesome and reread it sometimes 😭

🤔 I prefer one shots probably because I am a short story person. Sometimes they can pack a punch. But I mean, one of the most transformative fics I ever read was a multichapter. So I'm certainly not opposed!!! I guess also with a one shot it all ties up and you don't have to worry if the next chapter will actually arrive (the poor person who frequently comments on Dangerous AU hoping for the next chapter...I feel bad for them! but I'm such a slow writer and the next chapter is an absolute whopper she's a brick house alright)

[gusthenet]

[battleram-skirmisher-fr]

Happy Thundercrack! Here's 4 years of fodder saves.

(I buy one cheap fodder hatchling off the AH for each festival)

[bitter69uk]

To commemorate the release of the excellent new documentary Scala!!! Or the Incredibly Strange Rise and Fall of the World's Wildest Cinema and How It Influenced a Mixed-up Generation of Weirdos and Misfits, the British Film Institute is holding Scala: Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll Cinema, a season of films associated with London’s notorious, much-missed repertory cinema. Reader, I was one of the mixed-up generation of misfits warped by the Scala at an impressionable age. (I moved to London just in time to experience its final year or so; I remember feeling bereft when it closed). The first double bill I ever saw there was within a month or two of arriving: Girl on a Motorcycle / The Wild Angels (in other words, Marianne Faithfull and Nancy Sinatra as black leather-clad biker mamas). This was when Kings Cross was still a genuinely dangerous grungy red-light district / junkie central (just walking from the tube station to the cinema felt like risking your life). From there, I plunged into essential underground classicks by the likes of John Waters, Russ Meyer, Kenneth Anger, Andy Warhol, Richard Kern and Bruce LaBruce. But for me, the film synonymous with the Scala will always be Thundercrack! (1975). It was a blast to revisit it on Sunday afternoon with friends. In this triple X sensual and depraved oddity written by George Kuchar and directed by Curt McDowell, a motley crew of freaky outsiders seek shelter at an isolated old dark house one rain-lashed night. The house in question is called Prairie Blossom and its chatelaine is the eccentric, drunk, reclusive and deeply horny Mrs. Gert Hammond, a Blanche DuBois-type wearing Anna Magnani’s black slip. If you’ve never experienced Thundercrack!, anticipate hardcore sex scenes interspersed with verbose faux Tennessee Williams dialogue (“Take me away from all this! I’ve got money, a car and a body – and they’re all yours!”). You get a measure of Thundercrack! immediately when Gert vomits into a toilet, her wig falls into the bowl, and she simply slaps it back onto her head to answer the front door. (“Who’s there that speaks to me in the voice of a woman? It’s been years since those doors felt the touch of a human knuckle!”). As Gert, the remarkable Marion Eaton’s gutsy and committed performance deserves to be proclaimed alongside Divine’s in Pink Flamingos or Female Trouble in the gutter movie pantheon.

[odegoob]

oh does he.... #kaileo

ALWAYS