this is how f451 was meant to be read

(he/it) she fahren on my heit till i 451 / my main is @vyn-bit so i may accidentally interact through that

[v1nbt]

what if. fahrenheit 451, but they were a magical weirdo highschooler theatre troupe with the ability to talk to hatsune miku

[autisticzaphodbeeblebrox]

Guy Montag is a transgender woman

[chickenscratchstudios]

please do something f451 related🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh...... you poor soul...... little did you know that this gives me an excuse to dump all of the F451 art I've accumulated over the last month.........

[puchinaa]

Guy Montag (Ray Bradbury "Fahrenheit 461") - the tank of the team and just a chill guy who also loves to read (a lot)

Callsign - Phoenix

Ego: {Ashes of Truth} "Words don't burn... They live in ashes."

[flagfan500]

Guy Montag 'reference sheet' of sorts :J he has very quickly taken over my brain over these past few days

[frownyalfred]

the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN

[v1nbt]

“you’re so much like the fool i was, i can’t help but want you around long after i’m gone”

…🏳️‍🌈???

[v1nbt]

just finished reading the f451 play script and jesus christ.... beatty and montag are going AT IT in this version...

[v1nbt]

here's the major differences between the book and play (spoiler warning obviously)

act 1

- there is no war going on in the background

- montag and beatty have been building the hound together for abt a year

- the hound has an identity sensor card inserted in its muzzle so it can target specific people

- clarisse still hasn't died but montag calls in sick. beatty visits him as usual, but he gifts montag an envelope containing beatty's own identity sensor card for the hound.

- beatty then reveals he has montag's card, so they both have the option to kill eachother

- beatty then monologues for 5 pages and invites montag to his house after forcing him to take a shift that day

- we then see beatty's home life; instead of having a wife + children he.. tape-wired every device in his house and gave them voices? what the hell, sure

- he then reveals that he has a whole wall of books in his house, but believes the crime isn't having them, but reading them. this is the scene that bradbury mentions in "investing dimes"

act 2

- faber, clarisse's grandfather, contacts montag, hearing he was hiding religious stories. he invites montag to his apartment

- as montag leaves w/ an earpiece, we get another scene as the hound is finished w/ production

- rest of the story plays out straight and the fire alarm gets called on montag's house. beatty asks the rest of the firemen to go while he and montag stay behind.

- beatty finds montag's earpiece and threatens faber that they're coming, making faber have a heart attack (i believe?) and die (he was 'stricken' in the play's words)

-beatty convinces montag not to kill him with the flamethrower, saying, and i quote, "you're so much like the fool i was, i can't help but want you around long after i'm gone". i just wanted to mention that line

-beatty commands the hound not to kill montag, but to kill himself instead. he goes out reading a book and literally walking towards his death

- in the last scene, montag finds out clarisse escaped to the book people and didn't die

also here's the percentages of how often every major character appears cuz i noticed that beatty appears a lot more in this version. also there were only like 4 pages about the book people after he died lol

montag: 100% (90/90)

beatty: 45.56% (41/90)

mildred: 34.44% (31/90)

faber: 25.56% (23/90)

clarisse: 13.33% (12/90)

vs the book:

montag: 100% (158/158)

mildred: 32.28% (51/158)

beatty: 20.8% (33/158)

faber: 18.34% (29/158)

clarisse: 5.7% (9/158)

[bochedogmeat]

Hi F451 tumblr. Can i go on an insane ramble. Montag is kind of just like the hound. Montag hound allegory 100…. Both because All We Put Into It is Hunting Fighting and Killing What a Shame If Thats All It Will Ever Know but ALSO i just know Beatty loves that damn hound. I can see him kneeling before it in my mind’s eye, lovingly adjusting chemical balance and making sure its joints are oiled and move comfortably, shining its exterior, cleaning its led eyes, taking it with him on jobs, slip lead held loosely around its great accordion rubber neck, giving it rats and mice to kill by hand, stroking that great chrome head with tenderness and adoration unbecoming of a man of Beatty’s status, and is Montag not his own hound? His best man? Does he not lovingly feed him books to destroy? Lies to believe? Did he not train him, build him in his own image? What love beatty feels is like how a god feels love, it’s retribution, punishment, ownership, in a way. Montag is his Hound, and does Beatty not take excellent care of his hound?

[flowersinthegrocerystore]

read fahrenheit 451. great for all the usual reasons but I fear

[v1nbt]

fahrenheit 451 is a metaphor for homosexuality if you look hard enough

[v1nbt]

alternate wording: was fahrenheit 451 an allegory for gay sex?

[v1nbt]

fahrenheit 451 is a metaphor for homosexuality if you look hard enough

[v1nbt]

when Montag came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.

[v1nbt]

i ❤️ older men ranting about entertainment to their protagonists

[v1nbt]

when Montag came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.

[yotesphere]

FAHRENHEIT 452: THE FREAQUEL

Notes: Post cannon, immediately following the end of part 3

ITS NOT DONE YET, THIS IS A WIP OK

The bedraggled group neared the city, or at least what was left of it. Montag headed the party, who had made most of their trek silently. Only the shortest of phrases were uttered, as not to disturb their ponderous silence. They were travelling along a wide road, once covered in zooming beetles, but now serving only them. As they walked, Montag thought of Mildred, and where she may have been in her last moments before the bomb dropped. He thought of Faber; how he wished the poor old soul was alright. They'd promised each other that they'd meet again, after the war, after all this had blown over. It was all temporary, really; only a matter of time before they'd see one another again. If he was still alive.

Montag couldn't bear the thought of a world without Faber. Nothing could replace him, his soft consoling voice murmuring in his ear, the warm and calming presence of his company, or the ghost of his whispering touch-

No, Montag couldn't think of that now. He was here, in the city, with Granger and the others. They had things to do: a fire to build, a dinner to prepare, and literature to recite. Montag should have been thinking of a selection to share with the group, he realised. Had he really spent all those hours of their journey thinking about Faber? Could he not shake the man's presence from his mind, even now? 

"Montag!" <NAME> called out from across the grey asphalt stretch of road. "Aren't you coming?"

Startled, Montag hurried to catch up to the group. He must have slowed down and let the others pass him while he was absorbed in his reverie. Snapping back to the present, Montag settled down next to his newfound companions. Together they gazed at the smoking wreck that once resembled the massive metropolis in which Montag had lived and worked for all his life. It was nothing but a metal skeleton now, with wire nerves and concrete muscle jutting out at all angles. Its empty parlour eyes stood blankly, staring out from every window, devoid of life. 

Further along the street, there lay a carcass, silver and reflective in the glaring gaze of the sun. It was the Mechanical Hound. After so many long hours of fleeing from it, running, cowering in fear over the prospect of being caught by its venomous vengeance, it lay there, still and lifeless. Among the rubble, its eight legs were bent stuck out at excruciating and harsh angles. Montag felt uneasy, as if it may resurrect itself and rise at any moment. Rather strangely, he also felt a sense of triumph and relief. He had outsmarted it at last, and with it, the society that stood behind it. 

Still keeping one wary eye on the decrepit remains of the motorised beast, Montag began to strike up a flame off the side of the road where the group had congregated. As the sparks grew to a larger fire, he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the soft glow emanating from the blaze lighting his face.  

[v1nbt]

just finished reading the f451 play script and jesus christ.... beatty and montag are going AT IT in this version...

[v1nbt]

the 2005 fahrenheit screenplay has so much character i love it