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rachmcadams · 3 months
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Donna Reed in From Here to Eternity (1953) dir. Fred Zinnemann
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t0rschlusspan1k · 2 years
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Landis Blair, illustration from From Here to Eternity by Caitlin Doughty
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drapingleather · 9 months
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FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953) dir. Fred Zinnemann
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diana-andraste · 3 months
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Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr, From Here to Eternity, 1953
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deborahkerr · 6 days
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Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster in FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953) dir. Fred Zinnemann
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“From Here to Eternity” “Bang Bravern” edition
I cannot believe they made their own version out of this film. The meadow run trope. Two lovers running on the beach. You have Ao Isami as Deborah Kerr’s character Karen Holmes and Bravern as Burt Lancaster (Sgt. Milton Warden). And Lulu has to witness the coupling.
The happy couple finally consummated their love, strengthening their bonds (the bonfire experience: hopping over the flame), the calm music in the background.
It is so romantic it belies the cruelty on the second half of the 11th episode.
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lesbianderson · 6 months
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Classic movie kisses
From Here to Eternity (1953) // Pretty Woman (1990) // Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) // Spider-Man (2002) // Brokeback Mountain (2005) // Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) // Moonlight (2016) // Lady and the Tramp (1955)
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a-typical · 3 months
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At almost any location in any major city on Earth, you are likely standing on thousands of bodies. These bodies represent a history that exists, often unknown, beneath our feet. While a new Crossrail station was being dug in London in 2015, 3,500 bodies were excavated from a sixteenth- and seventeenth-century cemetery under Liverpool Street, including a burial pit from the Great Plague of 1665. To cremate bodies we burn fossil fuel, thus named because it is made of decomposed dead organisms. Plants grow from the decayed matter of former plants. The pages of this book are made from the pulp of raw wood from a tree felled in its prime. All that surrounds us comes from death, every part of every city, and every part of every person.
Death avoidance is not an individual failing; it’s a cultural one. Facing death is not for the faint-hearted. It is far too challenging to expect that each citizen will do so on his or her own. Death acceptance is the responsibility of all death professionals—funeral directors, cemetery managers, hospital workers. It is the responsibility of those who have been tasked with creating physical and emotional environments where safe, open interaction with death and dead bodies is possible.
— From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death, Caitlin Doughty
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boydswan · 1 year
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Nobody ever lies about being lonely.
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bygone-hollywood · 2 months
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Montgomery Clift in “From Here to Eternity” (1953)
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meet-me-backstage · 6 months
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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎈ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.
Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢��𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, nightmares, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 2.8K words.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 Bad language, bullying and Billy Hargrove being a𝐧 asshole ™
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑
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⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ⎈ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥
🦇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇
Eddie speed-walked the rest of the way to Tina's new year party, he’d been called to do quick business there and had never invited unless he had weed with him... I don’t really care anyway, the music sucks.
He looked behind him just in case you came running back to him. He felt bad for walking away, but what else was he meant to do when you were the one who'd ran away from him... the master among the 'band of weirdos’, he huffs and kicks the ground with every step towards the party.
Sure, he expected you to be freaked out by the almost accident, and a little bit by him but not to the point where you wanted to get away from him so much that you’d sprinted away with an injured leg.
She’s really become one of that crowd... one of the balls in laundry basket player's... cheerers. He didn't not like the cheerleaders, their routines are metal and require a damn lot of skill... it's the way they cheer for the assholes that hated him, made it their job to make his life a living hell. He thought that maybe the cheerleaders were just doing it because they have to rile up the crowd, but he figured that you proved otherwise tonight - that the cheerleaders, you, believed the bullcrap that the guys were telling them about the Hellfire club.
He swings his black metal box full of weed as he approaches the side entrance of Tina's house. The last time he knocked on the front door and she freaked out and told him to 'go round the back before anyone sees you', so he decided to skip another awkward situation like that with the future prom queen and walks straight through the side gate into Tina’s garden.
He hangs around the back of the garden watching some of the teens jumping into the glowing blue pool and watch the fireworks from there. Some kids say things like 'freak' or 'what is that weirdo doing here?' and his personal favorite: 'I hope he's not brought the devil here with him tonight'. He was never allowed to get involved in any aspect of the parties in case people left at the sight of him… except Tina surprisingly hands him a drink tonight, he shrugs and hums, taking whatever it is, mumbling a  'thanks' as he takes a sip, making the drink bubble and spill over the top of the glass a little.
"Whatever," she answers and swiftly leaves him alone again.
Some boys come over who he recognises from school - they weren't nasty to him, but they weren't nice either. They didn't seem to know what they are doing, but Eddie hands them a few bags regardless and they keep looking over their shoulder at some girls who are watching on... I see, they’re trying to impress them by buying from me because even coming close to me is apparently a life threatening thing to do. Eddie jokingly flashes the boys his teeth and growls, bringing his hands up like claws, the boys stumbling over their feet and run away from him with his drugs before pretending to act cool again in front of the, now laughing, girls.
No one from Hawkins High ever dared to blush and laugh at him like that. Well - just one... Tink - you, but that was way back in middle school and no longer than an hour ago you ran like hell away from him like he’d terrified you.
Tink’s changed… for the worst. He felt disappointed... she was pretty metal in middle school from what I remember. Now she’s too far gone - taken in by the popular crowd, no longer a lost little sheep.
Eddie notices Billy Hargrove, the asshole of not only school, but the entirety of the town of Hawkins walk towards him now... Billy looks like he hasn't had a great night judging by the red handprint on his left cheek, but still sported a smug smirk that made Eddie writhe with hate, "What've you got, Munson?" Billy asks, looming over Eddie, he’s big for a guy younger than him and often made bullshit comments about Eddie in every class he had with him... one of the worst things about being a repeat senior.
"I'll do you a half ounce for... uh, 30, Hargrove," Eddie manages to hide a smug smile, knowing he is ripping Billy off, "What d'ya say, big boy?" He hold the bag of weed before Billy which he examines until giving Eddie a glare at the nickname.
Billy steps closer so their heads are close and Eddie’s heart starts to pummel at his chest, making him think that Billy hadn't bought into his rip off of a deal... but then Billy turns and looks up at the fireworks exploding in the sky, "It's a beautiful display, huh?"
Eddie quickly glances at him, raising his brows and squinting his eyes before looking up at the fireworks too, exhaling in the process as he relaxes at the pretty sight, “y-yeah.” It’s very pretty... still, he’s kinda weirded out at how close Billy is to him, he couldn't completely take the beauty of the fireworks in, especially with the godawful music blaring from within the house.
Suddenly the bag of weed is being snatched roughly from Eddie’s hand, he blinks and watches Billy casually walking away, "Nice doing business with you, dingus," he calls out, briefly turning to look at Eddie, not even bothering to rush... his arrogance pissed Eddie off, made him punch his arm downwards into thin air, wishing it was Billy’s right cheek.
I’ve had enough of jocks and cheerleaders tonight... the adrenaline that pulses through Eddie’s veins control him, he felt just like the puppet on strings inked his arm, being made to walk a direct line headed for Billy, "Jesus H. - Hargrove!" Eddie chokes out now that he is stood directly behind Billy’s large frame.
Billy turns smoothly on his heel, towering over Eddie... his blue eyes like swords ready to plunge into the smaller boy’s heart and scarier than any evil Eddie had come across in Dungeons & Dragons.
Eddie stares back at him with wide eyes - his lips trembling and unable to speak even if he tried, so with his final crumbs of courage and no thought or escape plan, he chucked the half full cup of drink he had all over Billy.
Billy's arms lift from his sides as he examines his now soaked shirt before glaring at Eddie again, his eyes dark, with his infamous twisted grin, "Shit," Eddie mumbles shakily, completely frozen with the glass still in his hand. Eddie is quick to hop back into action, jumping on the spot and sprinting away, almost falling into the pool as he pushes past some of the partygoers.
Eddie chucks his glass onto the ground, making it smash and shards to scatter into the pool, onto the patio and on Billy’s path stopping him momentarily from chasing Eddie.
"You'd be dead if I didn't have all your stock in my hand, freak!" Eddie hears Billy's voice and laughter as he hops over the side-gate, he continues to sprint from territory he didn't feel welcome in... and didn't ever want to be a part of.
Eddie slams his box of weed on his bedside table after muttering 'shit shit shit shit' all the way to his uncle, Wayne’s empty trailer.
I really need to find a quieter place to deal because I am not setting foot at a party again. Not even to make a couple bucks. "Never again," he thinks aloud as he lets himself fall onto his bed, making the headboard thud against the wall, "Shit," He mutters again and jumps off of the bed, "How could I forget, goodnight sweetheart," he kisses the palm of his hand before placing it on his beloved electric guitar.
Eddie stares lovingly as if he’d received a reply like - 'I'm always here for you, Eddie'.
His chest is heaving, completely and utterly out of breath from running back to the trailer through the woods... he’d tripped over some tree vines and roots on the way which left grazes on his hands, which looked pretty badass... until he remembered the reason for them being there. He laughs sarcastically to himself at the thought that, just like you had ran away from him, he had ran away from your people. He sniffles and scrunches up his nose... we both ran from what the other stood for and our will would never ever collide.
"I know you are, you don't run from the freaks," he jokes, hurt in his voice, "And for that - I'm gonna play you so good this Friday, your beautiful curves will melt," he strums her strings while she's hung up against a mirror and he smiles at the sweet sound, like a lullaby to soothe him before he throws himself back onto the bed on his front.
I need to sleep. "Tinker-fuckin’-Bell? More like - Stinker-fuckin’-Bell," he groans into his pillow.
🦇 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇
Eddie hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last few days, he felt like he was constantly being shaken like a rattle since what happened at that party. Billy fuckin’ Hargrove, this stupid school can go to hell once I graduate... He has his head tucked into the 'welcome back' booklet he’d been handed on his way into the cafeteria of Hawkins High.
"This is not my year," he sighs before letting the booklet fall from his fingertips onto the floor. He treads on it and hangs his head low while walking to the 'Hellfire' table, where Gareth, Jeff and Travis were already sat - they look excited to see him because he’d promised them that he’d have a Dungeons & Dragons campaign ready on the first day back.
When Eddie doesn’t return the excitement their faces fall. He sits himself down at the head of the table, the designated dungeon master seat... which he doesn’t feel he is doing the role justice right now, "It's not ready,” he admits immediately.
"What do you mean it's not ready? You told us after the gig that you had something," Gareth questions, letting his hand fall with a thud almost as loud as when he plays the drums.
Eddie scratches his head, forcing himself to look away from the disappointed faces, "I know I did - I was full of shit," he states matter-of-factly, “I’m sorry," he sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead, the coldness of the rings he’s wearing soothes the burning frustration... if I weren't so exhausted I'd jump onto the table to let loose, tell the entire cafeteria how fucked over I felt by everything.
He could see in his peripheral vision that Gareth is sat back, his arms crossed. Jeff and Travis' eyes are darting back and forth between Eddie and Gareth during the dead silence, "Is everything okay? You've been acting kinda weird since the gig?" Jeff asks, concerned. Out of the boys at the ‘Hellfire’ table, Jeff is the most calm, he resolves conflict, broke up bickers and fights between the others... his voice is smooth and low, it’s like metal music to Eddie’s ears.
Gareth’s face lights up again, "And that too! I'm glad you mentioned that Jeff because now I can say it - we played so badly because your singing was totally off!"
Eddie’s mouth opens to speak, but instead uttered a strained alien noise because you’re walking past his table with Chrissy and Jason (Billy's number one fan). You have a pink bow in your hair and wore a 'tigers' t-shirt under your cheer jacket. Your t-shirt, rather than being the usual white that he saw others wear around school, it is a mix of pink and red... she must've dyed it herself.
You sheepishly look at his table, not at Eddie, which he notices... then your head quickly turns to Jason, who must've told you and Chrissy a joke because you both laugh with him.
The sight of you walking with them, with him - Jason, Eddie scoffs and frowns, feeling his heart sink further. So... Tink’s ok. Dyeing clothes, laughing with Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, buddies with the rest of the popular kids... clinging onto Billy Hargrove by his locker like her life depended on it - that’s why why she ran, she didn't want anyone to see us near together in case I'd damage her reputation.
"Where are you, Eddie?" Jeff's voice knocks him out of his trance caused by you.
"Billy’s girl - the little miss keg queen - whatever they call her?" Gareth interrupts, stumbling over his words while following Eddie’s gaze before leaning forward... Eddie had Gareth’s undivided attention now, which he found weird because usually Gareth hated talking about those higher up on the hierarchy of Hawkins High, "Did you talk to her?"
Eddie huffs a laugh, "Talk," he snorts, twisting the ring on his middle finger... which gave him the sudden want to flip the bird towards the table you are sitting at, "Somethin' like that.”
Jeff, Gareth and Travis are watching Eddie greedily, it made him chuckle, just minutes ago they were pissed off at him.
"Okayyy - m' gonna say this once," Eddie clears his voice, "I was on my way to do some - uh," he looks up, "Business - when I saw her... I pushed her out of the way of a car, I might've pushed a little too hard but I panicked and she freaked out on me - ran off... you know, the usual," he shrugs his shoulders, breaking eye contact with his friends, band-mates, the people he’d run through Mordor for... they knew that there was more and they are still looking at Eddie like they are in the middle of an intense campaign, "I spilled drink over Billy Hargrove at Tina's new year party - really mixed in well with that crowd," he nods his head towards the popular kid's table without looking.
His friends are completely engrossed, their mouths agape... probably still processing the information because usually they spoke of familiar territory at lunch, like D&D, Lord of The Rings or Corroded Coffin.
"It's a lot, I know," Eddie raises his brows and fiddles with his rings again, "I'm surprised they’re not inviting me over there right now with open arms and a varsity jacket," he chuckles and again, nods at that table - your table.
They all exchange looks between each other, excluding Eddie, and suddenly he feels left out, as if he’d missed out something from his own story.
"You rescued little miss sucker punch?!" Gareth blurts loud enough for your table to hear... Jeff nudges him while Eddie shoots Gareth a glare - he raises his hands, "Sorry - it was just pretty badass," he lowers his voice, now using hand gestures to show his enthusiasm.
"Badass?" Eddie mimics Gareth’s voice, leaning towards him with his hand flat on the table, "On a scale from Jimmy Osmond to Iron Maiden - she falls somewhere between... Dancing Queen aaaand - Super Trouper by ABBA right now."
Gareth blinks, "That's kinda harsh - she sucker punched Billy - asshole - Hargrove, something all of us have dreamed of doing and she just... did it," he rambles passionately while the others, aside from Eddie, nod. Gareth notices Eddie’s confused face and rolls his eyes, "What I'm trying to say is, she may not be the hero that this shitter of a school deserves, but she's definitely the hero that it needs."
Eddie blinks back, his mind completely blown, "She - she - sucker punched... this is the princess of Hawkins High you’re talking about?" He began to laugh in utter disbelief, "That's the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever heard - and I've heard a lot of bullshit."
"Dude - everyone's talking about it," Gareth falls back into his chair, "Worshipping her for it - look!" He whispers, tilting his head in the direction of you. You’re still sitting amongst a pool of green and mustard yellow varsity jackets, a few other students had walked up to you and offered you a high five - you are smiling as you lift up your hand and slap it with theirs.
Eddie now notices the mumbling about you amongst all of the tables. This is pretty metal. A grin tugs at his lips, thinking about how you’d disrupted the entire high school regime... everyone including me would never talk badly about Billy, let alone lay a hand on him... now that had all changed and he had no idea because he hadn't even bothered to show up today.
Eddie looks around in admiration until you catch his eye again. He expects to see you smiling still at the mass of attention you are recieving, the attention he thought you craved, but your shoulders are hunched, the smile that you wore not minutes ago is wiped completely off of your lips. You are looking down, miserable… empty - then you quickly look up and muster up a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes at another cheerleader who'd said something to all of the occupants at your table.
Your eyes trail away from your friends, catching the eye contact that Eddie is giving you from across the room.
Eddie’s breath hitches for a moment at your attention before his lips twitch upward into a reassuring, dimpled grin, though in response you sheepishly look away from him. Your own breath hitches and you focus on Chrissy, who is giggling uncontrollably at something Jason had said.
You force yourself to mirror Chrissy’s actions, giggling as if you hadn’t just zoned out and found yourself drowning into the eyes of Eddie Munson.
In that moment you looked so lost and Eddie figured that perhaps you still are still a lost little sheep who is an expert at hiding it. Eddie knew it all from experience, what it looks like to pretend everything is fine when it is pretty damn far from it... and he realises that he’d just poured fuel onto the flame by talking about you like you really are just ‘little miss sucker-punch’, the ‘keg queen’, the ‘princess’... the main character of a story told purely for entertainment to make being at school bearable.
Eddie gulps, feeling extremely guilty.
The only similarity between me and Tink seems to be the way that we cope with shitty situations.
Eddie recalls refusing to face the truth too, feeling like he didn’t belong anywhere. He resorted to spending months and months in the one bedroom of the trailer, that Wayne had given up for him, because all he wanted to do with his time was learn how to play the electric guitar while trying to cope with losing his mom and having a ‘dad’ who enjoyed spending time in prison more than being with his own son.
Eddie huffs a laugh as he remembers learning the entirety of Black Sabbath’s debut album on his beloved electric guitar, which earns him a 'what's so funny?' look from Gareth.
Eddie shakes his head, "Nothing, man," he mumbles and shrugs, looking down at his hand. He frowns at the many doodles that are beginning to fade on his palm.
Eddie then hunches his back and moves his head closer as he grabs a pen from his black metal box. He minds his own business, delving into his own world of doodling on the space between his thumb and index finger while his tongue sneaks out of his mouth in deep concentration... he desperately tries to ignore you from across the room, the thoughts of you that linger and spin around his head.
He roughly drags the pen across his skin, enough to send a sharp pain up his arm.
She was mean.
She hates me.
She wants nothing to do with me.
Why should I help her?
Eddie’s head shakes subconsciously while his friends talk amongst themselves. His brain itches as his caring, nurturing side for the lost sheep of the school battles with his opposing thoughts about your reaction to him after he’d saved you. But then he remembers how you were the first girl he’d ever spoken to, the first one who hadn’t been mean to him… not to mention that you also loved Black Sabbath.
His brown eyes trail in your direction again with his head still bowed, facing his now frozen hands. He feels like such a creep, staring at you, just like he often did in the hallway on his way to class in middle school because he was too nervous to approach you after your encounter at the talent show audition.
I wonder if she still has that Ozzy Osbourne picture tucked away in her locker?
Eddie’s eyes now widen as an imaginary lightbulb floats above his head, he looks back down at the faint doodle on his pale skin.
I’ve got an idea.
⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎈ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑
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FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953) dir. Fred Zinnemann
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design for the track ‘fall for me’ by sleep token | whale fall | from here to eternity, caitlin doughty | midtnight mass, mike flanagan | the amber spyglass, philip pullman
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