The main critique I've seen leveraged at Saltburn is that is falls short of its message of "eat the rich". But like...I never saw it as as that. Saltburn (to me) is steeped in a specifically English class context of nobility. There is this gap that cannot be bridged. Oliver throughout the movie has this deep frustration that he does not permanently belong in the sphere of Saltburn. Multiple people specifically goad him with this fact. Oliver is privileged by most people's standards, but it isn't enough. It's not eat the rich as they're all terrible its eat the rich as consuming them, absorbing them, licking the plate clean. The film came across as less a class critique and a hornier knives out but rather a psychological horror story about desire and not being able to have what you want the most. Oliver will never belong truly at Saltburn. Oliver despite worming his way into the family never has physical intimacy with Felix. It's not skewering the rich, it's commenting on the deep desire to inhabit their skin.
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all ill say is that its very funny for monsieur trances to say ''i got called a cryptoterf just for saying homestuck was racist :('' when like three months ago he and his merry band were accusing me and maia fucking crimew of being part of a top-secret pedophile friendgroup making coded statements of support for toonimals, a guy ive literally never spoken to. baby parakeet behaviour. total lack of object permanence. Did You Know: people remember things you did in the past
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Ah, Kyle Garrick and his filthy mouth.
You'd never expect it, really. A man with such a collected demeanour, silent but lethal and always so put together, to open his mouth and get your panties transparently wet within seconds.
The moment he'd pick up your weakness for his mellifluous voice, he'd take advantage of it. It would be shameless and obscene how he wouldn't care who was around or if you were in public. A perfect balance between praise and degradation.
He'd get off of the idea that he could get you squirming and desperate in plain sight, trying your best to appear nonchalant to his hypnotic timbre dripping like honey in your ear and yet always failing to conceal it from him.
It would always start with a sweet compliment, a hand on your waist to keep you close, his fingertips playing with the hem of your dress, like a predator messing around with his prey before finding the perfect moment to attack.
"You look so beautiful tonight, love. Can't wait to have that lipstick smudged all over my cock later on." He'd take his sweet time, caressing your bare thighs and trail his hand higher and higher until he could feel the slick soaking up the soft material.
All the gasps and whines for him to be discreet would only fuel his desire even more, chuckling and mocking your attempts at keeping it together like it'd be a contest of who would break first.
"Ah, don't act all shy now with me, darling. Afraid your colleagues will find out what a good, obedient little slut you are for me?" It'd be the gentle touches, really. He'd take his sweet time covering every inch of naked skin before him, feeling your skin all hot and bothered under his touch, soft kisses on your neck and his eyes swallowing you whole.
"You know what you have to do, baby. Just say the word." Please. That's all it would take for him to drag you to the nearest bathroom and bend you over the sink so he'd have you staring at your reflection in the mirror. Hair dishevelled, your tits bouncing out of your dress and Kyle with his hand around your throat, pounding into you merciless.
The movements would get too intense, too fast. All because he'd take your attempts to keep quiet as a challenge. "Too much- Kyle-" Too skilled for your own good. His long fingers stroking your clit, his hand occasionally leaving your neck to pinch and massage your sensitive nipples and hips slamming against yours to ruin what took you almost two hours to put together.
"It's not too much if you can still talk, right angel?" That would be his favourite result. Your inability to think straight, just incoherent words falling out your mouth while you taste the saltiness of the tears smudging your mascara. He'd relish in fucking you dumb.
"Now, fucking take it like the good little whore you are."
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everyone always talks about That One panel of Trigun: Multiple Bullets, but i havent seen anyone talk about how fucking BATSHIT INSANE the surrounding fight is
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Vash & Wolfwood fighting back-to-back, both using the punisher as a shield
(the rest under a readmore bc this accidentally got LONG...)
Vash seeing the shots coming from behind & purposefully not moving bc he knows if he does, Wolfwood would get hit
Wolfwood getting injured too, but not moving from Vash's back. the way he's stanced, it looks Protective. he's doing what he can to keep Vash out of the direct line of fire.
even when he's getting shot up for it, he Doesn't Move. (this also seems to be the moment he got hurt, which leads into the panel later)
& throughout this whole scene, we are only seeing Wolfwood's reactions.
until the girls give them an opening, and they burst out with THIS:
Wolfwood injured, so he can't properly aim the punisher... and he gets around this by sticking one of the leather straps in his Mouth
and then we FINALLY get to see Vash's face again as he grabs the punisher (with a "GAN" sound effect, so he fuckin SLAPPED that metal hand on the punisher).
Wolfwood trusts him enough to just do what he says in the thick of battle, so we FINALLY get to the iconic panel:
which brings us to the aboslute insanity of what Vash is actually Doing.
"DON DON" -> two shots fired for two missiles launched. he literally manages to TURN THEM AROUND MID-FLIGHT (interesting to note that they seem to have internal propulsion, rather than simply being fired by Wolfwood. how many of these does Wolfwood have? they seem heavy.)
he manages to avert the third missile from hitting the dude directly, and instead makes it land Behind him. then the other two missiles, he rests his arm on Wolfwood's shoulders to hit them and direct them behind the other two enemies
Boom.
killing no-one, but showing an INSANE level of fine control AND teamwork.
and in the end, Wolfwood's arm is in a cast, Vash seems either unhurt or hurt but unbothered by it (typical Vash). And Life Goes On.
(forgot to mention before, but all panels are from @trigun-manga-overhaul! thank u for the beautiful pages)
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Grabs you by the arms
Did you know? Did you know Hector, with his handsome face and brow clutched his son? Did you know that he removed his great helm to press kisses to the boys crown? Did you know Hector told his lovely Andromache, go to your handmaidens and do your weaving, leave all men to their fate at the call of the war, me especially? Did you know she mourned him as he walked the great streets of troy for his fate was sung long ago, to die for the city he so loved? Did you know he gazed into the eyes of his foe, godlike Achilles, and asked only for his body to be returned to his high father Priam to be buried? Did you know he faced the best of the Greeks bravely even when he swore his skin would serve as feed for his dogs? Did you?? Did yo-
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rewatching the final fifteen again and crying as always but holy shit it's so sad how crowley waits for him outside the bookshop
he's just staring at aziraphale and the metatron the whole time, so desperately wishing for his angel to come back to him
waiting until the very last moment when aziraphale enters the elevator
crowley is an optimist, and this scene conveys it perfectly
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new law passed by the court of Me if you pass a homeless person on the street and they ask you for money you MUST verbally acknowledge them even if just to say ‘sorry, mate, got nothing’ and if you just ignore them totally and keep walking youre killed to death with a steel beam that hits you hits you hits you
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