#I was like ‘is that fucking Ethan hawke?!!?’

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Not Ethan Hawke from The Dead Poets Society being in a music video for THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT!!

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #fortnight #I was like ‘is that fucking Ethan hawke?!!?’ #my mom recognized Josh from the good wife and not dead poets my apologies #I need rewatch dead poets since when I watched it it kept getting interrupted

[devotioncrater]

that pedro pascal and ethan hawke gay cowboy short film was the correct length. for a prequel. cant wait for the feature length film to drop where they go from (one-sided repressed) enemies to lovers as they mend both the bullet wound and their relationship while out on that desert ranch

#like i fuck with the length fr fr #strange way of life #ethan hawke #pedro pascal

[cc-tinslebee]

the dramatic shift between Arthur “only owns two (modest) outfits” Harrow and the diverse wardrobe of Albert “titties out” Shaw

#going through the drafts LMAO I was into something here #Ethan Hawke plays two villains consecutively with two VERY different vibes #man FUCK albert shaw (no not like that-) #ethan hawke #arthur harrow #albert shaw #the grabber #the black phone #moon knight

[diasphoriaaa]

so was anyone gonna talk abt pedro pascal and ethan hawke starring as old cowboys in love in a western short film by legendary director pedro almodóvar as a response to / reimagining of the ending of brokeback mountain, a film that he declined to direct bc he felt like the script wasn’t physical and raw enough, or was i just supposed to find out because IT WAS AN ARTICLE GOOGLE RECOMMENDED TO ME. HUH????

like what the fuck is this!!!! what the fuck!!!!!

#guess i have to FUCKING WATCH NOW #WHAT THE FUCK #pedro pascal #ethan hawke #i just #i mean listen #i have reservations and Thoughts already but also this seems like such a great collaboration and i’m #excited by the way the director was talking abt it

[inahallucination]

oh guys did i tell u the good news ?????///

after over a year of obsessing over todd anderson, i've actually gotten good at recognizing ethan hawke

#some one liked my who the fuck is this ethan hawke post #and i was like i know who the fuck that is now

[divorcemotif]

FINALLY A HAMLET 2000 TRUTHER

VERY NICE TO MEET YOU I AM OBSESSED WITH HAMLET 2000. my friend and I put it on on a 3 am whim intending to make fun of it but the further in we got the more we were turning to each other like "wait is this good? is this actually good though?? holy shit?? why does this go off?"

#some may argue that the blockbuster scenes or the faxing or the painfully 90s outfits date this movie but I #enlightened #am here to argue it was actually ahead of its time. #its time hasn’t happened yet or anything ofc but it Will come #hamlet #ask #every day I think about his stupid fucking hat. #also that uncomfortably long shot in 1.2 of hamlet and claudius talking reflected fuzzily in the half rolled down car window while a #sharply in focus gertrude beams up at them over the rim.. like. she's so.... #+ the commitment to utter unaesthetic-ness: hamlet’s super cluttered depression apartment & cars honking on the new york street #& 4.3 in the LAUNDROMAT— ham 2000 is the 2d production I've seen where hamlet kisses claudius after 'man and wife is one flesh'' #a concept I like a lot more than the traditional gertrude kiss bc it's kinda in line w how he's been fucking with claudius the entire scene #(though ethan hawke kisses them BOTH. a choice I am OBSESSED with. get it I guess) #as a pretty subdued unenergetic hamlet I def wouldnt say its my fave performance but there are like. so many fascinating choices #the action movie motif.. the airplane motif.. biker horatio.. marcellus as his girlfriend who's just silently in the bg for all of act 5?? #also BILL MURRAY POLONIUS and actually all the ophelia stuff was such a Take. #that intensely uncomfortable scene with the king & queen where hes telling them about her relationship with hamlet as she slowly wanders #along the edge of the pool... it's SO visceral like that's. that's exactly how being a kid feels. #no agency.. your parents telling people your personal shit while youre just There. and zoning out to cope #anyway I'm tired but so much abt the framing & symbolism is so oddly compelling I can't go through all of it #a lot of it I just didnt know what to think of too loll like setting the ros & guil scene in the club.... #them having to yell to be heard over the music is such a specific and awkward vibe as to be intriguing #but also they cut the most interesting part of that scene lol I was disappointed #+ they cut the gravedigger which is.. in line with how little they showed hamlet's sense of humour and odd bursts of energy and such :( #but anyway it's undeniably a fun watch with a friend #I'm definitely forgetting some stuff there was a Lot

[taramaclaywasaterf]

Maya Hawke is literally so hot that she’s got me saying “maybe nepotism is good sometimes, actually…”

#like there would BE no robin without maya #and there would be no maya without uma thurman and ethan hawke #and a world without lesbian robin is a world I do NOT want to live in #so like….nepotism good sometimes lmao #also trevor was friends with her nanny so liiiike I don’t know how that’s relevant but it is ok??? #the same nanny that her dad ended up marrying lmao #like maya baby I got daddy issues too girl hit me up we can bond #and by bond I mean I will worship the ground you walk on and treat you like the literal goddess you are lol #sorry folks I’m fucking Thirsty right now #I had a date that got canceled cause she got covid and now I’m just like…..help 🙃

[mydreamysummerstudio]

i’m still passed out from the news of the ethan hawke and pedro pascal western film this morning, anybody else??

#literally i have been swooning all day #especially after reading that quote from almodovar that was like brokeback mountain couldnt have those 2 guys fucking cause its hollywood #SO SIR IS YOUR WESTERN GOING TO HAVE THE TWO GUYS FUCKING? #because omg please #ethan hawke #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #i cant take it

[slider-i-barely-know-her]

Sometimes I forget that the same man who motivated me to invest in my high school biology class also showed me the beauty and pain of poetry. . .high school me was stealing this man's personality every day.

#these movies made me think I could do anything #they also depressed the fuck out of me #why are the movies I watched in high school the SHIT #like my teachers deserved so much more credit #gattaca #dead poets society #ethan hawke #todd anderson #vincent freeman

[cinewhore]

It’s always such a difficult thing (in some ways it’s not) to support people who become mutuals with those who have harassed you to a certain point of no return because it’s like- where does the loyalty lie? Should loyalty even be questioned? Should i be upset?

No matter how many times i say things it always gets turned into “well this person is my friend and they’ve never treated me this way so” and it’s like they can’t hear themselves or worse, they hear you clearly but don’t care.

#yes this is personal #but this is also in light of p*dro being casted in almodovar’s film #cause dude supports Roman Polanski with his full chest and that’s some shit i can’t get down with #like why on earth is everyone in Hollywood fucking creepy #and why is it that other people know that (and if there’s someone excusing not knowing at this point goggle is fucking free) #but don’t care and will continue to work with them #and no i don’t want to hear ‘well he needs to work’ or something else that coddles him and excuses his behavior #cause folks do that shit all the time and it’s annoying #another reason why y’all have GOT to stop putting folks on pedestals #Ethan hawke has been on my shit list too #but anyways #back to your regularly scheduled posting

[brainjuicey]

money is the only way to escape being powerless in the system, money is the only way you can buy your way out, but you better pray you never run out of money

#those people who pay like 250k a year in child support waht the fuck that's literally insane but also ? #um ya maybe if that person is raising your children and you make millions thats fair #i wonder if val kilmers kids have ever had jobs or if they just do projects and get financed by daddy #that's the dream right i wish my parents financed me through being a charming socialite who suffers no real consequences of life #id love to be professionally delusional id love to have 0 responsibility id like to be able to chose every single aspect of my life and #make mountains out of every pothole the way ethan hawke does #that guy really said my cringefail firstborn did not fulfill the family life i fucked up so im trying again but also get over yourself #not to totally invalidate rich peoples problems but um like you chose to be a celebrity you chose your life decisions #you dont get to say oh but its so hard afterwards #and like maya hawke talking to the press all the time about her struggles growing up is just vapid #i love people who decide i want to do this thing super passionate about it decide this is the person im meant to be with and then #completely fail by the time theyre mid 30s i think thats a good time to fail and start again #or mid 50s #unfort for val he got that cancer instead but you know hes living his best life #i would also love to have an art studio ngl.....

[the-birth-of-art]

Kris Kristofferson vs. Toby Keith, 2003, as told by Ethan Hawke in Rolling Stone.

STANDING BACKSTAGE AT THE BEACON Theatre in New York, leaning against a crumbling brick wall in the dark, I could barely see Kris Kristofferson standing to my left. Willie Nelson was in the shadows to my right. Ray Charles was standing beside Willie, idly shifting his weight back and forth. A bit farther along the wall were Elvis Costello, Wyclef Jean, Norah Jones, Shelby Lynne, Paul Simon and respective managers, friends and family. Everybody was nervous and tight. We were there for Willie Nelson’s 70th birthday concert in 2003.

Up from the basement came one of country music’s brightest stars (who shall remain nameless). At that moment in time, the Star had a monster radio hit about bombing America’s enemies back into the Stone Age.

“Happy birthday,” the Star said to Willie, breezing by us. As he passed Kristofferson in one long, confident stride, out of the corner of his mouth came “None of that lefty shit out there tonight, Kris.”

“What the luck did you just say to me?” Kris growled, stepping forward.

“Oh, no,” groaned Willie under his breath. “Don’t get Kris all riled up.”

“You heard me,” the Star said, walking away in the darkness.

“Don’t turn your back to me, boy,” Kristofferson shouted, not giving a shit that basically the entire music industry seemed to be flanking him.

The Star turned around: “I don’t want any problems, Kris – I just want you to tone it down.”

“You ever worn your country’s uniform?” Kris asked rhetorically.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘What?’ me, boy! You heard the question. You just don’t like the answer.” He paused just long enough to get a full chest of air. “I asked, ‘Have you ever served your country?’ The answer is, no, you have not. Have you ever killed another man? Huh? Have you ever taken another man’s life and then cashed the check your country gave you for doing it? No, you have not. So shut the fuck up!” I could feel his body pulsing with anger next to me. “You don’t know what the hell you are talking about!”

“Whatever,” the young Star muttered.

Ray Charles stood motionless. Willie Nelson looked at me and shrugged mischievously like a kid in the back of the classroom.

Kristofferson took a deep inhale and leaned against the wall, still vibrating with adrenaline. He looked over at Willie as if to say, “Don’t say a word.” Then his eyes found me.

“You know what Waylon Jennings said about guys like him?” he whispered.

I shook my head.

“‘They’re doin’ to country music what pantyhose did to finger-fuckin’.”

(source)

#kris kristofferson #toby keith #ethan hawke #rolling stone #willie nelson #i've never killed a man but i've read many an obituary with a great deal of satisfaction

[apocalypse-boogie]

The Black Phone is on Peacock!!! Ahhhh!

Spoilers:

It was so good!!!

Tell me why the shit had me screaming and crying. For what?

I have never emoted that hard, in the sorrow/release way, in my life. My god. Whew. Like, I was really in tears at some points, and some things did genuinely scare me and put me in suspense and shit.

All the kids did an amazing job, may their careers prosper after this, and Ethan was such a good horror villain. The payoff from The Grabber’s death was *chefs kiss* and Finney fighting had me cheering the boy on like crazy. Robin and Finney’s friendship made me cry so hard too. Gwen was fantastic also, her character was great. She was taking names and I was fully supportive.

Only thing I wasn’t the biggest fan of was seeing kids get beat, especially Gwen, that stuff never brings up good memories but it’s fine.

Overall: I’m going to watch it again. Bye.

#I’ve been waiting for this to come to Prime so I could buy it #but this was so much better #fuck yes #I love me some Ethan Hawke #oh god I hope I like this #I saw top gun with my friend over seeing this in theaters okay #I’ve been waiting #I been excited for this thing since the trailers ong #today was a good pick me up day I’m general even though my life’s still falling apart #but this made it even better #cooked myself a good meal and had a fun time on the kitchen #finally got my laundry done #(it was about damn time btw) #and now a movie I’ve been waiting for is how I get to end my day #lovely

[marvelfilth]

Jealousy (18+)

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, bike sex (?), anal fingering, possessiveness, jealousy, mommy kink, pet names

Summary: Sam finally has enough of Ethan's bullshit.

Masterlist

The engine rumbles under you with a twist of Sam's wrist and you moan loudly, the noise almost unnoticeable behind the rev of the engine.

"Think you can come like this?" Sam taunts, pushing you against the vibrating metal with a firm grip on your hip.

Another twist of her wrist and you arch into her, grinding your hips against her bike.

"Y-yes." You don't even bother trying to hide the tremble in your voice, clutching her jacket in a vice grip as you buckle in her hold, whimpering against her chest. The vibrations send jolts of pleasure up your body, making your clit ache deliciously.

You're sure your makeup is ruined and your dress is all wrinkled, but you don't care as long as she keeps doing that.

The engine growls in quick succession, and you come with a cry, burrowing into her neck.

She hums, kissing down the side of your face. "You did good," she praises, "but the dress has to go." Her tone leaves no room for objection.

You wince. "We're already late, I can't go back to change."

She bites down on your neck, and twists her wrist again. This time you rise to your tiptoes, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. She firmly pushes you back, her deft hand pushing under your dress to cup your ass possessively.

"I don't want him seeing you like this." You can tell by her tone she's barely holding herself back.

You sigh, letting her fingers disappear under your panties to push inside. You welcome her eagerly, spreading your legs, knowing it'll help ease her jealousy.

You don't even know why she's so sure Ethan's into you. He's one of your closest friends, and has been for years before you met her, but lately she's been drilling holes into him whenever you hang out together, watching his every movement like a hawk and making sure to never let him get close to you. For someone who's adamant about keeping your relationship a secret she's been acting too obvious. You're sure Mindy already figured it out.

"Sam, he's just a frien-" You try to reason, swallowing back your words when she pinches your clit. "Fuck, Sammy." You throw your legs over her hips, grinding against her palm.

"He wants you." She hisses, thrusting and spreading her fingers inside your clenching pussy.

You claw at her shoulders, trying to keep up with her pace. She's hammering into you, making you ache in the best possible way.

"Only want you," you whimper into her mouth and she relaxes slightly, "I'm yours, only yours."

She exhales, pulling you in a heated kiss. "Come for me," she orders, "Now, princess."

You come with a loud moan, your eager pussy swallowing her fingers, wanting her to stay inside forever. She doesn't try to pull away, leaving kisses all over your face before nuzzling into your neck. "I love you."

You hum, straightening your back. "Love you too."

She smiles and untangles from you, kneeling in front of her bike and pulling your legs on her shoulders.

Your breath hitches. "What are you doing?"

She grins, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. "Cleaning you up," she says before licking a long stripe up your slit, drinking in your wetness. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, closing around her head, but she doesn't seem to mind being squished between your thighs, moaning at your taste.

She stays true to her words and doesn't go further, placing a chaste kiss to your clit before pulling your panties back up. "Come on, we're already late."

You're sure she chose a route with the most speed bumps on purpose. You cling to her back the whole ride, swallowing back moans and praying you'll get there quick. You wanted to ask her to turn around at least five times, but it's Ethan's birthday and you can't just ditch him like that. Soon enough his house comes into view and you exhale in relief.

The music is so loud it makes your ears buzz, but you push through the discomfort and follow Sam as she tugs you inside by your wrist. The house is full of people and you're almost hundred percent sure they're all Chad's friends. You love Ethan, but there's no way the nerd knows that many people.

"You came!" A loud voice reaches your ears, and Sam abruptly stops just as Ethan's arms circle your waist to pull you in a bone crushing hug.

You huff out a laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. "Of course! I wouldn't miss it. Happy birthday, loser." You grin and take a step back to Sam's side, nudging her with your elbow.

She grunts, but pushes out a tense smile. "Happy birthday." She mumbles, shooting daggers at the younger boy.

The party goes swimmingly after that, with a minor hiccups of Sam occasionally shouldering the birthday boy on her way to get you more drinks. You take it in stride, knowing she's holding back for your sake. Mindy's eyebrow keeps jumping up every time that happens, and you pray she won't say anything, at least not tonight.

"Soooo, Y/n, little birdie told me you're still single after all this time." Chad starts after you settle in the living room, a shit eating grin on his face, and Sam immediately tenses up, looking at you. "Is there a reason for that? Perhaps you're waiting for a certain someone to make a move?" He drawls, his glance at Ethan not subtle at all.

Mindy chokes on her soda, spewing it all over the floor before hiding her laugh behind a pillow. Tara looks between them in question, a confused frown on her face.

"Chad, don't," Ethan hisses quietly, a blush overtaking his face.

You have no idea what to do.

"Can't she just enjoy single life? Single doesn't mean miserable, you know." Anika rolls her eyes, and you want to crawl over to her and smother her with kisses in gratitude.

"Not when there is a certain someone who's perfect for her." Chad says, lifting his bottle.

Sam places her hand on the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder. "And who would that be?" She asks, her jaw grinding in annoyance.

"Me," Ethan speaks up, seemingly gathering all of his bravery to utter a single word. He meets your eyes, before looking down at your outfit, appreciation shining in his eyes.

You regret not going back to change like Sam wanted. You glance at her and you know she noticed the look in his eyes too, because she's livid. "You?" Sam gritts.

You want the ground to open up and swallow you.

You put a hand on her thigh, not caring at this point about anyone noticing. "A perfect friend you mean." You try to ease the tension, your eyes full of hope as you look at Ethan.

It's impossible to miss the way Mindy doubles over, wheezing. Anika sends her an annoyed look, elbowing her harshly. Tara just looks like she wants to disappear out of the room.

"Look, Y/n, I've been thinking about it for a long time and I think it makes perfect sense, you know? For us to be together. We're so close it's almost like we're dating already." He hurries to get his point across, his hands shaking. Chad nods approvingly and you know he was the one to give your friend a pep talk, with the way he mouths along to some of Ethan's words.

"Almost is the key word, Ethan." Sam's words are full of venom, her eyes so dark you struggle to make out any color.

"I'm not talking to you." Ethan barks, annoyed by her intervention.

"Hey!" You exclaim. "Don't talk to her like that."

He has the decency to look apologetic.

"Can we just speak in private?"

"No." Sam says at the same time as you do, and plants her hand firmly on your shoulders and pushes you into her side. "She's not going anywhere with you."

"I totally don't want to be here for this." Tara abruptly stands up and leaves the room, disappearing between dancing bodies. Anika follows a second later, trying to force Mindy into going with her, but the short haired girl only gets more comfortable on the couch, munching on some snack.

The tension is so thick you're not sure even a knife will cut it, you'd need a chainsaw for that.

"Just give him a chance, he'll charm your pants off." Chad smiles at you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

How can men be so fucking blind?

"I can totally do that." Ethan nods eagerly. "I mean, not on the first date, but in the future, of course. I've been reading about that a lot. You know, the sex stuff."

You groan, hiding your face in Sam's shoulder. You don't know if you're more disappointed in Ethan or yourself. All this time Sam was right, and you were too naïve to notice. Was he ever your friend or was he always hoping for more, waiting for the opportunity to act on his feelings?

Sam's chest rises quickly with each breath she takes and you feel her heart drumming against her ribcage. Her hands slid over your waist a long time ago, tugging you over her lap, but it doesn't feel like enough to get a point across. She tenses up and you know she's ready to get up and punch him square in the jaw.

Ethan is ripped under all of his plaid shirts, but Sam is fucking brutal when it comes to protecting what's hers, she'll rip him to shreds. You can't let this escalate any further.

"Sam, let's just go home," you whisper, praying she'll listen.

"Wow, you're just gonna let him steal your girl?"

Fucking Mindy.

Sam jumps up and Ethan follows, not caring about you trying to push them apart. "Sam, please." You plead, pushing against her chest.

She doesn't even spare you a glance, her knuckles clasped in fists. "Outside. Now." She hisses at the boy and he visibly blanches, swallowing nervously.

Chad intervenes, pushing Ethan back on the couch, finally sensing that he might've… miscalculated.

"Get the fuck up," Sam growls, taking a step to him.

Ethan rises back on his feet at the command, agitation rising in his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't get a say in this."

She chuckles, looking at you for a second before pinning him down with a withering glare. "I don't get a say in this? Her taste is still on my tongue, Landry. She's mine."

You freeze, holding your breath as the room grows eerie silent. Mindy slaps a palm over her open mouth, Chad blushes deeply, looking at the ceiling.

Ethan blinks, looking at you. "What?"

"Ethan-" you start before getting interrupted by Sam.

"You heard me. Back off or I'll make you back off."

Ethan falls back, eyes wide and terrified.

"Let's go," she gritts, tugging you harshly into her chest.

You barely keep up with her pace, stumbling on the pebbled driveway as she tugs you into a shed. She pushes the door closed with her foot and bends you over the closest horizontal surface, pushing your face into the dusty wood.

"A friend, huh? A fucking friend." She fumes, nudging your legs apart and then grinds against your barely concealed ass, your short dress riding up even further. You grip the edge of the table, biting back a moan, when you feel the outline of her strap. "I don't think about having sex with my friends, do you?" Her palm lands on your bare cheek with a loud smack.

"N-no," you whimper, arching back into her.

"No what?"

You quickly realize your mistake. "No, mommy."

She slaps your upper thigh, making you buckle against the table before pulling your underwear down, drinking in the sight of your slick dripping down your leg.

"Fucking slut, already soaked," she grunts, fingers teasing your entrance.

You hiss when she spanks you again, this time harder, leaving an imprint of her hand on your soft skin. "F-for you, mommy."

"That's right," she punctuates her words with another spank, making your tears drop. "You're gonna take my strap and you're gonna scream my name like a good girl." Her pants pool at her ankles and you feel the tip of her strap nudge against your slit.

"Yes, mommy," you moan, hips buckling back against her.

"I want everyone to hear you, got it? Everyone. Don't make me take you back and fuck you in his fucking room," she growls and snaps her hips, filling you to the brim.

You quickly realize she chose her biggest strap today, when you feel the pain at the stretch hitting you in waves. You cry out as she ruts into you like a wild animal, making the feeble table creak.

"Mommy! Fuck, Sammy, please- ah!" You scream, blindly clawing behind you to pull her flush against your back.

"Look so good when I fuck you, princess," she pants, quickens the pace.

The wet sounds of her slapping into you overlap with your desperate cries, making it crystal clear to anyone passing by what exactly is happening behind the door.

"Louder, baby." Her hand sneaks around to circle your clit, making your legs twitch.

"Yes, yes, yes- Sam!" You moan, clenching around the silicone shaft.

"Who do you belong to?" She places her other hand on your ass, tugging to grant her a better view.

"You, mommy, I'm yours," you whine.

"That's right, you're mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love." She changes the angle, hitting your sweet spot. You do your best to try and bounce in time with her thrust, but she doesn't let you move an inch. "This sloppy cunt is mine," she says, pinching your clit. "This tight little ass…" she trails off, resting her thumb on your puckered hole.

You bite down on your lip, feeling a gush of wetness escape your pussy when she spits on your tight hole. She's been obsessed with the thought of claiming you in that way, but never tried to act on it. Until now.

"It's mine, isn't it?" She taunts, circling it, timing the movement with the one on your clit. Then she dips the tip of her thumb inside and you break, the joined pleasure pushing you over the edge.

"Yours! All yours, mommy." You scream, feeling her whole finger enter you.

Your vision blacks out as you come, legs jerking in Sam's hold, but she doesn't stop, each of her thrusts harder than the previous one as she fingers your ass.

You're a mess of tears and sweat, pathetically clinging to the table as she continues abusing your holes, drawing another orgasm out of you.

"Please," you whimper, pushing back.

"Please what? You want more?" She asks, pushing another finger in.

And fuck does that feel good. She's ruining you in the best way possible, spreading both of your holes wide open for her own enjoyment. Each of her thrust brings you closer to your high as she makes a mess out of you.

"I asked you a question," she hisses, and fists your hair, tugging harshly and making your back arch.

You don't remember what the question was, you're not sure you even heard it, so you just nod, "Yes, mommy."

She chuckles, and kisses the side of your face. "That's my good girl."

"S-so close," you whimper, your salty tears falling down on your chest. Your body boils with the need to come, your senses focused only on Sam.

"I know you are, baby, but you're not allowed to come." She coos in your ear and your heart falls to your stomach.

Her thrusts slow and her fingers slide out of the tight ring of muscle, the emptiness making you cry pathetically. "No, please," you whine, "please, mommy, please."

She tuts, a smirk on her face. "We'll continue this at home, princess."

She pulls out of your pussy, leaving you to sob quietly and clench around nothing. She hums and there's shuffling of fabric, before you hear a click of a camera.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it safe," she says.

She helps you stand, taking most of your weight as she leads you back to her bike.

Fuck.

#sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter x reader #scream #melissa barrera x reader #melissa barrera x you

[bagofbonesmp3]

well if you had to ask me to make a romantic cowboy short film starring 90s romance darling ethan hawke and 2023's hottest average looking bachelor pedro pascal I would've made them fuck nasty on screen 4k huge. like c'mon imagine getting that chance and missing it

#yo.txt

[pencileraser1]

things i noticed/thoughts about most recent rewatches of dps (plus laserdisk deleted scenes):

whenever theres a group scene i've started watching the characters that the story isn't focusing on to see what they do and i've been having a fun time with that. pitts and cameron specifically seem to almost always be doing something interesting in the background.

hopkins!!!! my favorite minor character who somehow got character development despite having like 2 lines!!!! the last guy to stand on the desk but he did it!!!

sometimes i do like to think about what the rest of the students thought about the dead poets society, esp in alternate timeline neil lives dps keeps meeting universe. like yeah theres this guy in their class whose one of the most credited students in the school and we think he maybe started a cult. idk though. but that group runs out into the woods every few days to do god knows what and one of them keeps talking about "dead poets honor" whatever that means and holy shit welton star student neil perry started a cult.

i watched the movie with headphones. and maybe it's because ive seen this movie Far too many times and mabe i'm listening too hard but it was Really obvious sometimes when audio was added in post production. llke in the sweaty toothed madman scene when you can hear laughing and to be fair the camera is behind their heads. but it does Not look like anyone's laughing. my favorite is at the end of the phone call to chris scene where knox is like i'm gonna seize the day!! and runs up the stairs and the poets are cheering him on and neil is sort of yelling "carpe!!!!" and i could be wrong but i'm like 75% certain that the person singing is Also rsl so now neil is just speaking two times at once somehow. anyways it didn't ruin the experience for me or anything it was maybe just a little bit funny to notice but very sorry if this did ruin anyone's viewing.

people talk a lot about how rsl and ethan hawke really made their characters what they are but i have to add dylan kussman to that list. I get the impression that older versions of the movie didn't really give as much depth to cameron and watching dylan kussmans performance is like. he Knew who his character was so fucking well and it shows!! like the deleted scene of them getting clubs assigned. like i could tell So Much about cameron from that scene

for how little she actually appeared, there is an emphasis put on the fact that neil's mom smokes pretty frequently. and i think that's interesting considering neil is one of two poets shown actively smoking. neil's mom doesn't appear for very long in the movie but during that time it definitely seems like the movie is intentionally making parallels between the two, particularly in the last argument with neil's father. neil and his mother are both sitting for almost the whole time, which contrasts with his father who is standing. they are both almost powerless in this scene. they stand up at almost the same time. anyways there's a couple different possibilities for what this could mean? that i've though of? 1. to show that neil's mother is in a similar situation to the one neil is in in regards to neil's father and 2. maybe a stretch here but the theory that neil inherited his mental illness at least partially from his mother. i'm pretty sure 1 was fully intentional on the directors part, not entirely sure about 2 though

unmanned flying desket scene: it's probably cause he and ethan wrote the scene themselves but the way rsl talks in this scene feels more like the way he talks in general than the rest of the script. like briefly neil perry is talking in rsl's voice. one of my absolute favorite scenes though the sarcastic dialogue is so good.

the light of knowledge at the first shot of the film vs. todd standing on his desk at the last shot of the film paralel

#there was a whole additional part of this post that was about knox and charlies relationship with their parents #but it ended up being half of what i wrote here and i still had more to add so i'm making that a separate post #that should be posted in a few days i'm not a fast writer #neil perry #richard cameron #gerard pitts #todd anderson #dead poets society #dps #hopefully coherent