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enigmatic-feral-being · 1 year

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Just some funnies y’know

#horror films #French extremity #early 2000s #horror meme #horror #dahmer 2022

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youcallyourselfafilmcritic · 1 year

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I'll forever love that Lucile Hadžihalilović and Gaspar Noé are a long term couple

You get done watching Irreversible to your horror and someone turns to you and is like "Hey you should see his missus-her films are less extreme but also way weirder and somehow more disturbing!"

#lucile hadzihalilovic #gaspar noè #french extremity #french film #earwig #innocence movie #evolution movie #La Bouche De Jean-Pierre #women in film

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petrichormore · 8 months

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yknow a moment from today that I feel is really under appreciated and kinda highlights the difference between the people q!Bad trusts and the people he doesn’t?

(this is about the characters obviously. You cannot make me use q! on long analysis posts. None of you can make me.)

Aypierre was showing Bad the room he used to capture and question Fred, and built into the only entry into the main room was an inventory scanner.

An inventory scanner - the thing Bad was hesitant to use to save Forever because he was scared of the islanders knowing of its existence and turning it against him. He did it anyway obviously because he cares about Forever but it’s clear he knows this is the one thing that could remove all his carefully built up protections in an instant. And the only way into the room was through it.

So Bad stops, of course, and Aypierre (who already walked through it first) notices and goes “I’ll just give you your items back, come through”

And Bad says “Ehhhh no, I…”

And Aypierre reassures him “You can come through. Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry.

And Bad repeats “Ehhhh no…” And then “Forgive my paranoia, can you disable it? Or make an opening for me?” He asks it very politely too, as if he believes it’s a hard ask (it’s not).

And Aypierre does. That’s why I think this moment is underrated. Bad asks for forgiveness for his paranoia - a paranoia that has been built up and rewarded and reinforced by his experiences on the island - and yet Aypierre doesn’t treat it like a burden. He doesn’t complain about it, he doesn’t tell Bad he’s overreacting, and he certainly doesn’t try to guilt-trip or otherwise insist Bad go through when he’s clearly uncomfortable. He just… makes another opening, and Bad walks through that, and the moment of hesitance, of distrust, is left behind. Not just left behind, but accepted. From Bad’s perspective, Aypierre has essentially communicated that “I can see you don’t trust me fully, and that’s okay, I understand why. It’s not a big deal, and I can move on.”

And I think that acceptance is why Aypierre has managed to gain an impressive amount of Bad’s trust so much faster than other islanders. I think that’s why when he told Bad he put cameras in his house, Bad didn’t get upset.

A lot of islanders, even islanders that are Bad’s friends, would not have reacted the way Aypierre did to Bad not wanting to step through the inventory scanner. And it does make a difference.

#and this isn’t even the first time q!Aypierre has been considerate of q!Bad’s paranoia instead of dismissive or disparaging #I’m reminded of the time q!Bad was hesitating on entering the art museum so q!Aypierre offered to walk ahead of him in case of traps #it’s just. interesting #q!Bad does not have many people who are so nonchalant about his extreme trust issues #it’s probably refreshing for him #qsmp #qsmp liveblog but late #qsmp aypierre #q!aypierre #qsmp badboyhalo #q!badboyhalo #q!bbh character analysis #bebou and the French stay winning

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comradeboyhalo · 2 months

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ive kinda been burnt out of watching qsmp atm even for q!bad cause i cant think of a satisfying reason for dapper either dying or leaving him. pomme yes i like the hcs of her choosing to leave with her french parents but the thought of both of them leaving bad alone makes me feel so sick 😭 what a horrible end to a character whos whole arc was based on finding love as a father. especially after he just recovered. idk. its angst no matter what.

#im just venting #ik the plotline isn't our biggest issue #neg #all the posts abt dapper leaving with pomme and the french make me so upset #so they would just leave their dad? after he battled an extreme chronic illness? after he died?

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infantinplastic · 1 year

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INSIDE · 2007 +/- Dir. Julien Maury & Alexandre Bustillo

#inside #inside 2007 #french horror #extreme horror #infantinplastic #horror #horror films

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starberrydreamx · 2 months

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Am I the only one that was so fucking surprised to find out that Martyrs (2008) was directed by a man? Like that movie to me is the definition of women and sapphic love through the female gaze, how tf was a MAN able to portray that so perfectly???

#extreme horror #horror #martyr #martyrs 2008 #French extremity

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Sanji might be a lightweight and a painfully honest drunk, but Usopp is so careless when he drinks. Not a worry in the world. Zero anxiety. He's even more dramatic than usual and dances like everybody is watching but doesn't give a fuck. And while Sanji sits in a corner, being overly emotional, he watches Usopp acting like the idiot he is. He catches a glimpse of his carefree smile and the way his cheeks are a bit red from drinking. He notices Usopp doesn't know what to do with his hands either. The way he takes Nami to dance or starts bothering Zoro without even thinking about the consequences. He doesn't look at Sanji, but the cook can't fight the dumb smile on his face when he stares at Usopp from across the deck. He hopes nobody asks, because he knows he will tell the truth if they do.

So Sanji thinks Usopp isn't watching him, but he does. He takes little glances at Sanji without him noticing. He likes the red on his whole body and the way he laughs at everything Robin says, even if it's not funny at all and just probably dark. He likes the way he holds his glass of wine, with both hands, as if somebody might take it away from him. He looks silly. Without realizing he isn't covering his laughter the way he always does and talking a bit too loud. Usopp likes this Sanji because he's honest, with himself, he means. And it's not like Usopp is going to approach him just like that, he still has some common sense even when drunk, but he lets his usual stare last longer than usual. He lets himself get lost in Sanji's eye. And somehow, on these nights, it is even brighter than usual.

At the end of the night, everybody goes to sleep, but Usopp doesn't like it. He isn't fond of his headache the second his body hits the bed and needs to sober up a little before actually trying to sleep. He isn't Zoro. Besides, Sanji is still there, curled up on the floor, in a corner of the ship, sipping on an empty wine bottle and hoping for more alcohol to come out. He looks tired and a bit nostalgic. When nobody's looking (or so he thinks) he seems... Sad. And perhaps that's what being honest with himself also means.

Usopp's shame, at this point of the night, has disappeared completely. And he still has some cocktails and beers on his body to not care about what he's doing. Especially since they're... All alone. On deck. Under the stars. He's starting to feel a bit dizzy, even if Sanji is only paying attention to the waves cradling the ship and nothing else.

With a nonchalant, quick move, before Sanji can even notice he's there, Usopp sits right next to him and rests his arm over the blond's shoulders. It doesn't perturb him in the slightest, Sanji just leans closer to him absentmindedly and Usopp feels that saying: "Hey, man." Trying to sound flirtatious has failed because his voice falters the second Sanji's head brushes his cheek. Maybe he was going for the shoulder.

But Sanji doesn't seem to notice or care about it, and Usopp's self-confidence comes back because the dizziness is enough to make him forget within seconds. Besides, Sanji seems too out of it to notice Usopp can't speak properly. His words are not connecting to his brain. Or mouth. Or maybe his brain doesn't control his throat. Whatever- He- he can't think. It's okay. Sanji is cute.

He doesn't expect the cook to have such a shitty balance, but he ends up falling on Usopp's lap, resting his head on his legs instead of his shoulders. Usopp's heart skips a beat, and it takes his breath away for a few seconds. It seems like an eternity. He's not choking, but damn, he does feel like it for a while. He probably will if he keeps staring at Sanji (drunk and red and bright and dizzy and pouting in the most adorable of ways) right on top of his legs.

The blond doesn't pay much attention to him, and Usopp guesses he might've forgotten he's the one there. But then, Sanji speaks, holding the bottle tighter to his chest and trying to squint his eyes at the hole. Perhaps that way he might be able to see the bottom of it. "Somebody- Someone- Uh- No wine."

Usopp frowns, but chuckles at the way Sanji slurs his voice. "What're you talkin' 'bout?"

And suddenly, Sanji feels like he's about to start crying. "Somebody drank my wine..."

He pouts, about to place the bottle on top of his eye. Usopp takes it away from him before he can do something stupid. "You-" He can't hold back his laughter when Sanji tries to reach out for the bottle and manages to place it to his side where Sanji can't see. He will forget about it in seconds. "You drank it."

Sanji frowns as if thinking about it, a bit offended by the statement. "I did not I- I didn't... I didn't drunk."

"Drink."

"Huh?" He makes the funniest of faces. Usopp notices his tie is messy and his aquamarine shirt is unbuttoned to the point of his collarbone being a bit visible if Usopp tries to look at it. He wants to bury his head there.

He shakes the thought away to respond. "You mean drink, you didn't-" But Sanji isn't even processing his words, because he keeps getting lost at something on top of Usopp's head. Idiot. Idiot. My idiot. He wishes. "Actually, you did drink. So. Uh- Doesn't matter."

Sanji hums under his breath and finds one loose strand of Usopp's hair that rests on his shoulder and falls on his chest. Sanji takes it in his hand and starts playing with it. He almost looks like a cat, although Usopp has always said he's more of a dog person. Maybe. In reality, Sanji isn't either of them. The guy likes rats. Fucking- Fucking rats. It's something precious to Usopp, because Sanji has only told him. Or so he said.

The sniper stares down at Sanji, who keeps getting lost between the strand of hair and the buckle of Usopp's new overalls. Tapping on the metal every now and then. It seems fun for him, so Usopp doesn't say anything. The weight of Sanji's body over him grounds him more, he figures, because he's still dizzy but he certainly can think better than Sanji. His mind might not be connecting the words correctly but... But he can think. Kind of. Better than he usually does when Sanji is around, at least.

His eyes travel to Sanji's bangs, covering his right- Left? Usopp's left. Sanji's right. He thinks. Yeah. Because the eye he can see is deep blue, and that's Sanji's left. The other one is clearer, with green undertones. He knows this because he remembers thinking it looked like seaweed once. Sanji almost hit him when he said so, but it was a compliment. Idiot.

It's a shame it's covered, he thinks, and before he can process his actions, his hand moves on his own to move the bangs out of the way. Usopp rests his hand on top of Sanji's head, staring intensely at his eyebrows. The sniper doesn't smile like he usually does, because he finds them extremely cute. This time, Sanji just looks... "You look handsome like this." Oh. Saying out loud stuff he doesn't intend to now, huh?

Sanji doesn't blush and runs away the way he would've probably done sober. Instead, he starts laughing like a lunatic, as if Usopp had told the funniest joke of the night. But it's not- He's not laughing at Usopp or even at himself. It's a smile of pure joy. It barely is a laugh, though. He's giggling. Usopp just hears it louder. Sanji's voice always resonates louder in his heart. "You look handsome every day." He says, out of breath, blushing and never looking away from Usopp.

Normally, the sniper would go into cardiac arrest for something like this. Now? He just wants to hold Sanji closer and never let go. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Sanji resumes his laughing. Usopp thinks he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "You're-" Suddenly, he can feel the grass under them everywhere. He wishes he could do the same with Sanji. Feel him everywhere. All the time. In his skin. Inside. His heart. "You're so regretting this tomorrow. Idiot."

Because he knows Sanji won't like it when he wakes up. The flirting. The touching. He won't do it then. He hides in between bottles of wine and starry nights. And he's painfully honest, but it's better than sober lies.

Sanji doesn't seem like he's listening to him, though, as he keeps playing with his hair. He leans his head closer to Usopp's stomach. "Did you like the cocktails?" He asks, his voice muffled by Usopp's body and one of his arms moving to hold Usopp's waist closer.

Usopp wishes he could have this every day and not whenever Luffy says it's time to party for no reason at all.

But it's nice. It's warm. Usopp can have this tonight.

He gets hold of Sanji's cheeks with only one of his hands and squeezes slightly, making him look up at his eyes. "How could I not?" And he decides to rest his palm in between Sanji's chin and neck. Sanji looks a bit lost. Usopp thinks he does too, probably. He sighs. "Everything you make is good." It's something he always says, but never in this way.

Never wanting to reach out and kiss him. Never actually considering to do so.

The cook does something he isn't expecting, though. He grins. A huge smile decorating his face. And it grows, ever so slowly, until it turns into the brightest of expressions Usopp has ever seen. Sanji's hand grips on his waist, as if he was holding back an excited scream. "Used your favorite fruits!" He turns his head to the side to kiss Usopp's palm. "I like thinkin' 'bout you when I cook."

He thinks about how easy it would be to kiss him now.

But Usopp only smiles back at him.

No amount of alcohol can take out of him the fear of Sanji pushing him away.

#it's been a long time ever since i got drunk. i miss it. somebody take me to a party already. i can't do this (<- has to work)#have some drunk sanuso bc i find drunk prompts extremely romantic bc this is how i started dating my partner #this got angstier than i thought it would i apologize they're pining idiots and sanji doesn't know how to communicate sober #little repressed bisexual french #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #one piece

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laurasimonsdaughter · 6 months

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Most translations of the Grimms' Kinder- und Hausmärchen leave out the author's notes on the fairy tales. Margaret Hunt's does not and I am very grateful to her, because it means I do not have to translate this variant of Snow White myself:

A Count and Countess were driving past three heaps of white snow, and the Count said," How I wish I had a girl as white as this snow! "Soon they came to three pits filled with red blood, and again he spoke, and said, "I wish I had a girl with cheeks as red as this blood." Finally, three black ravens flew by, and he wished for "a girl with hair as black as those ravens." When they had driven a little farther they met a girl white as snow, red as blood, and with hair as black as the ravens, and this was Snow-white. The Count at once made her come into the carriage and loved her, but the Countess did not, and thought of nothing but how to get rid of her. At last she let her glove fall out and commanded Snow-white to find it again, but in the meantime made the coachman drive quickly away. And now Snow-white was alone and came to the dwarfs.

Sadly the Grimms do not record whether this version also ends up with her surviving poison and waking up as soon as the apple is dislodged from her throat, but I personally would not even doubt this girl surviving a knife to the heart.

If I suddenly saw a mysterious child white as snow, red as blood, and black as ravens - after first encountering three pits full of blood and three ravens - my first instinct would not be to order her into my carriage and drive off with her.

The dwarves were probably delighted to meet her, as she's obviously not human either.

#I'm extremely tempted to follow this beginning to a conclusion and just write my own version #snow white #laura babbles #german folklore #might as well be french considering the grimms' sources but you know #it was german by the time they got to it

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max-nolastname · 2 years

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when the old guard was like “heres a group of functionally immortal warriors, hundreds, thousands of years old” and then it was like “btw, they can die anytime, still! they will always bounce back until one day, seemingly at random, they dont” and then it was like “what if you came into your immortal life alongside another? they are your partner in every way you dont know immortal life without them but you understand that one day you might just have go on for another thousand years without them” and then it was like “what if an immortal was imprisoned in an environment where they die every minute again and again for hundreds of years with no relief” and then it was like “what if an immortal had severe depression”

#the old guard #2old2guard #tog #i watched tog 7 times in one month #u guys are extremely lucky i didnt start up this tumblr during that time period #the incoherent meta posts i would have been chugging out daily would have been insane #i have been rattling andy quynh joe nicky booker nile in my silly little head for over a year #theyre... they are a lot #nile came into the scene and was like wow you guys are a lot #also some of the fanfics in this fandom are insane bonkers #like wow you really broke down the human condition in a 100k+ fanfic about a youngold depressed french man opening a bakery

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