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diana-andraste · 2 months
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Untitled, Jaroslav Vávra, c. 1960s
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blackvelvetofnight · 10 months
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commanderfreddy · 6 months
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im like 60 pages into Annihilation and whatever this thing is i think its the same species as the [house] (from Leaves) and they should have crazy extradimensional gay sex
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extraordinary-heroes · 9 months
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Annihilation: Scourge - Alpha (Cover art by Alex Garner)
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forbiddentaako · 1 year
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idk if you guys know this but the way an autism diagnosis works is that you have to face an incomprehensible horror that used to be a lighthouse keeper and if you pass his vibe check and survive you’ve got autism congrats
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raurquiz · 2 months
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#happybirthday #oscarisaac #actor #poedameron #starwars #theforceawakens #thelastjedi #theriseofskywalker #resistance #moonknight #xmen #apocalypse #spiderman #acrossthespiderverse #dune #exmachina #suckerpunch #annihilation #thebournelegacy #amostviolentyear #insidellewyndavis
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g0ldlockchen · 1 year
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comfort movie when I'm dissociating
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Annihilation [dir. Alex Garland]
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percheduphere · 3 months
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GET TO KNOW ME TAG: Top 5-10 Favorite Movies
In no particular order ...
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The Fountain / Us
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Tar / Sympathy for Lady Vengeance
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Amelie / Your Name
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Midsommar / There Will Be Blood
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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse / Annihilation
Format however you like; no gifs required.
No pressure tagging: @loki-us @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @sunflowerdigs @samsayswhatever @nabananab @mysticcollectionbee @mobius-m-mobius
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ladyapril1 · 7 months
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The biologist: what do you know about area x?!?
The psychiatrist:
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betterboxd · 15 days
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IMAX Early Screening of Civil War directed by Alex Garland and starring Kirsten Dunst, Cailee Spaeny, Wagner Moura and Stephen McKinley Henderson and distributed by A24.
I just saw Ex Machina for the first time last month in IMAX at the same theater which included a teaser for Civil War. Turns out it was the opening scene to this movie, which makes sense and it establishes a bleak, dystopian near future where America is going through a civil war with several states attempting to succeed and overthrow the US government. While little information regarding the actual war is provided in the movie it sets a backdrop for an intense and jarring film about bipartisan journalism. Watching these journalists travel 800+ miles for the story of a lifetime while dealing with their disjointed and disconnected view of society. We see a war hardened journalist played by a spectacular Kirsten Dunst whose detached and distant from everything going on around her which cracks and fades through out the film and we see a newcomer played by Cailee Spaeny whose own journey mirrors Dunst’s. The heart and soul of McKinley Henderson’s Sammy and the enthusiasm of Wagner’s Joel are shining spots in the movie. Although Alex Garland isn’t American he captures some distinctly American tropes, men who have just been waiting for some chaos so they can live out their power trip fantasies and those who would rather just “stay out of it” or “pretend it doesn’t exist”. The actual politics are vague and tip toed around without making any actual stands but the story remains intense and jarring regardless. The use of cameras, photography and sound/music to create the most tense moments is masterclass. Rob Hardy deserves a nod for cinematography.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5/5
In theaters everywhere April 12th.
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nicklloydnow · 7 months
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“Fascism is not so much a symptom of political desperation, as of libidino-religious numbness, a kind of anti-poetry on the streets. Like all policy-obsessed behaviour patterns it is rooted in the humanist dead-end characterized by hysterical struggle for autonomy: self-determination, national self-management, master-races, autarky . . . all attempts to seal the blister from within, to hide from the ocean. The thought that there might be a political response to fascism makes me laugh. Shall we set our little fascism against their big one? Organize ourselves, become disciplined, maybe we could make ourselves some smart uniforms and stomp about in the street? Politics is the last great sentimental indulgence of mankind, and it has never achieved anything except a deepened idiocy, more work, more repression, more pompous ass-holes demanding obedience. Quite naturally we are bored of it to the point of acute sickness. I have no interest at all in groping at power in the blister. What matters is burning a hole through the wall.” - Nick Land, ‘The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism’ (1992) [p. 196, 197]
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fantasyqueen502 · 4 months
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Violet
Summery: A little drabble after the events of Annihilation.
Rated: PG-13
Relationship: Kane x female OC
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Scuffling through the halls. In nothing, but PJs, Crocs, and a pink pea coat. The quickest items she had at her disposal in her sleep daze. Peering down a hall to a line of chairs doctors and nurses scattered about and a familiar face.
Then
Seemed like forever ago. Rookies on base blabbering about what drill sergeants were hard asses and who were chill.
And they said highschool was behind us.
I've only seen him in passing a handful of times. Dark eyes, dark hair, that shined like a raven's wing. "Tall, dark and handsome," she vividly used to describe to her closest friend, Lena.
"Really, Shelby." Words dripping with condescension. "He's definitely a dude bro." She scoffs, shaking her head in disapproval. Raising her brows following her eyes to where the man in question hooted and hollered obnoxiously among a table of men playing some form of finger football. "You can do better."
Now
He sat in one of the chairs along the wall. He faced forward. It took until now to realize she hasn't seen the man in person since that day she saw him descend down her porch steps.
With an arm full of groceries she froze at the sight of Kane.
"Hey." He greets catching sight of her.
"Hey." She awkwardly returns.
Side stepping him to face my door. Searching my pocket his determined brows and eyes burning through the reflection in the glass of the door. I gulped locking eyes with the reflection praising the gods jamming the correct key into the lock pushing the door open.
"See you later." She says quickly over her shoulder to slip inside.
"Is Lena cheating on me?" He interrupts hand holding the door, preventing her from closing it. Focusing my eyes to the ground, his boot wedged between the door and frame as well. Tears well up in my eyes hearing the desperation in his voice. "Tell me the truth Shelby." He begs, removing his hand. "Please."
His eyes were rimmed red crying. He hasn't shaved and hair is messy. She may have thought it was handsome if not for the circumstances.
She meekly nods knowing that words would fail her.
Freeing his bottom lip from his teeth. "Oh…" he breaths shuttering. Eyes watering. Inhaling deeply "Thank you, Shelly." He nods descending down the steps marching his way next door where their home reside.
Shaking the memory from her head. He didn't seem to notice that she sat beside him.
"Kane." She breathed not wanting to startle him. Taking the time to take him in. His hair looks longer combed back perfectly, not even one strand of hair out of place. Clean shaven his lips slightly agape as if he was going to speak any moment. She would have found his appearance picture perfect.
It was off putting.
"Kane!" She says a bit louder. Placing a hand on his shoulder seemed to reach him in his trance. He slowly turns his head to her. His eyes void while looking at her-- passed her. "Kane?" She coos hesitantly reaching out, giving him time to recoil.
He doesn't.
Holding his cheek attempting to read his eyes that told her nothing.
"Are you OK?"
Stare
She sighs and scolds herself. "Of course you're not ok. I'm so sorry."
He lifts his hand holding her cheek. Mirroring her gesture.
"I need you here." He says. The deeper than normal gravel. "Shelly."
She snorts a laugh of a nickname only he used. Taking his hand from her cheek holding it tight.
“Would you like to see her?”
Her heart stopped for a moment unsure if she was mentally prepared to see yet another friend, comrade---
“Our daughter.” he adds with a soft smile as if reading her mind.
Sitting in a small room where preemie babies were held. With the help of a kind nurse Shelby held the tiny baby connected to wires and tubes.
“She's beautiful.” She coos the tiny bean winking up at her. “Look at those eyes, never seen such a blue.”
“Violet.” he sighs.
"Yeah." the woman chuckles. A few moments ticked by until Shelby found her voice. “I’m here if you need anything, anything at all. I’ll be just a call or knock away.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Lena would want me too.”
He smiled. Must have been a trick of the lights. Shelby could have sworn his eyes shimmered.
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blackvelvetofnight · 10 months
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thinking about how the place that the Biologist felt most connected to the world was the abandoned pool ecosystem in her backyard as a child and that the place where they found Ghostbird outside Area X was standing next to an abandoned lot. I will find a place shaped like home inside you
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poetfromthevoid · 1 year
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Alejandra Pizarnik, Diarios (1954-1971) // Alex Garland, Annihilation (2015)
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areaxborne · 1 year
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“There came an incandescent light. There came a star in motion, the sun plummeting to Earth. There fell from the heavens a huge burning torch, thick flames dripping out behind it. And this light, this star, shook the sky and the beach where he had walked a second ago under a clear blue sky. The scorched intensity of the sudden object hurtling down toward him battered his senses, sent him sprawling to his knees as he tried to run, and then dove face-first into the sand. He screamed as the rays, the sparks, sprayed out all around, and the core of the light hit somewhere in front of him, his teeth smashed in his mouth, his bones turned to powder. The reverberation lived within him as he tried to regain his footing, even as the impact conjured up an enormous tidal wave like a living creature, aimed at the beach. When it fell upon him the weight, the immensity, destroyed him once more and washed away anything he could have recognized, could have known. He gasped and thrashed and hurt, dug his tortured hands into the shocking cold sand. The sand had a different texture, and the tiny creatures living there were different. He didn’t want to look up, take in his surroundings, frightened that the landscape, too, might have changed, might be so different he would not recognize it”
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forbiddentaako · 10 months
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Drawing the annihilation au continued
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