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anastasiaskarsgard · 7 months

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The spit in my face song with Merk

Ok so I had to look up this song up and it did not disappoint.

WARNING!!!! Drugs language toxic relationship sex smut!!! It’s all here! WARNING!!!!

Ok here’s the lyrics:

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

This is your fault

And I don't need you anyway

Stumble out the bathroom

Stumble out your arms again

She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood

The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?

She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic

You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it

Wasted, sippin' on that liquor, you can taste it

Girl, don't touch that drink, I know you laced it

I don't know what to say except you're

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

You crush my heart and say it's nothing

You broke me down, I kept on cutting

I bleed for you and now I'm gushing

I bleed for you, but you never cared

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Fo' sho'

Tell me give it up, I'll leave everyone in the cold

All I wanna say, I'll do anything you can do

Show me heroin, I'll shoot it through my motherfuckin' bones

She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood

The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?

She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic

You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it

You crush my heart and say it's nothing

You broke me down, I kept on cutting

I bleed for you and now I'm gushing

I bleed for you, but you never cared

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

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I watched you. I always watch you. You always think I think that I’m better than you. You think I think you are obsessed with me. What a joke. You are mine. You’ll never belong to another. NEVER. I think you think if you really wanted to leave me, you could. You’re so perfect. So adorable. So dumb. You are mine. What we have is beyond love. Beyond obsession. You are a part of me, and I you. Everyone says you are lucky. Everyone envies you. Do you know that? Do you even care? You’re such a fucking cunt whore princess. But you’re mine. You’re perfect. I watched you. I always watch you.

-Mark

You hate him. You have never hated anyone or anything as much as your boyfriend. You want to send this to the media, show the whole world what a sick fuck Mark really is. Reveal the monster beneath the image of their favorite TikTok star. Show them how easily they have been fooled. How easy it is for people to buy into his bullshit. Instead, you sit on the couch, in the apartment that feels more like a cage, staring at the note in hand.

You have no idea what he’s up to with this. Was he talking out his ass, waxing poetic, or trying to freak you out? If he’s trying to insinuate something, or has just been awake too long? It’d been nearly a week since you’d seen him last.

He’d burst in the bathroom, only to freeze in his tracks. Two of the prettiest green eyes you’d ever seen, stared at you. Unreadable, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care what he was thinking. You’d had it with the games, the lies, the perfume. You looked away from him, refusing to look at him no matter what crashed or shattered. He was having another tantrum, but you were so used to them by now, you just waited to hear the door slam or feel his hands on you. He hated being ignored by you, but you didn’t care. He’d killed all your caring, hope or self preservation.

“You look so pretty when you cry. “

You hated when he told you that. You wished with all you had left, you could stop the tears from falling. They only encouraged him, and he didn’t care if you cried or how he had caused it. Except when he was thrusting his cock inside you, whispering in your ear, it made your pussy spasm. He’d smirk those perfect plump lips, and call you his pretty little whore. The toxic depravity had you screaming his name, relishing in the monster only he allowed you to see. He had fooled everyone, even you for a time, into believing he was this kind, sweet, wonderful boyfriend. Everyone was so jealous of what they thought you had, and the lie or fantasy was enough at first.

“Better not piss me off, or I can replace you.”

You got off on the envious glares, and entire forums online dedicated to why you were the luckiest girl in the world. The glamorous events, and red carpet moments splashed across countless covers of tabloids. Crowds filled with ‘ awws’ as Mark held your hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, as he answered the endless idiotic questions his “fans” wanted to know. He’d smile at you sweetly, saying how you inspired him just by being by his side. It nearly made you sick if you allowed yourself to think about it. But you didn’t allow yourself to go there. You stayed in a narcotic cloud, so you didn’t blurt out that the conceited fucker already thought he was a God. You were a mere possession, or possibly even a pet, that was lucky enough to get his attention. A simple hole to fuck whenever he got the itch, or needed that release. He didn’t think of you as anything more than a beautiful possession, you were certain. Nobody wanted to hear that about your perfect boyfriend. They wanted the lie. No one cared about you, the accessory.

He didn’t like you to have any focus besides him, so any hobbies or accomplishments were met with fury or mockery as soon as you two were once again alone. He never showed anyone but you the monster. In a sick way, you felt special, although admitting that to yourself brought the deepest shame.

“Do you think mastering such simple tasks is an accomplishment? Do you want a medal for the bare minimum?”

Your fists would clench, and your eyes would cast down. You’d bite out a backhanded insult, or downright ugly truth; something to make him feel just as small as he made you feel. His face when it appeared as if you just might have chipped a little ice off that frozen heart, made the bruises you’d receive worth it. Sometimes you’d be so high, you wouldn’t feel any of the harm he was inflicting, and you’d laugh. Laugh and laugh, until everything went dark. You’d make up later with a splitting headache and ringing in your ears. It was okay, though. The memory of the shock and pain, on his beautiful face, before it was consumed by rage, was always worth it. Even when you’d wake up hurting in other places, he hadn’t violated when your been conscious, but you were sure he had when you were not, you told yourself it was all worth it. If you escaped him, he’d just show his monster to another unsuspecting girl. And maybe she wouldn’t have certain coping mechanisms, that made him more bearable. He’d break her. You were already broken and had no desire to be fixed. He hadn’t been responsible for some of your issues, but he sure as shit didn’t help any. He even gave you a few new ones. You’d never been much of a fighter, you’d always gone with the flow. Who were you to rock the boat?

“Without me, you’re nobody. Where do you think you can go where I won’t find you? I don’t need you, but you’re mine mine MINE MINE!

Your relationship wasn’t always bad. It started pretty exceptional. You had met him at a animal shelter, you used to frequently volunteer at. He had been there looking for a small pet for his little sister. You had been nearly struck dumb when he asked you to help him choose one.

His dark jeans and simple white t-shirt, somehow brought out his devastatingly good looks even more. Gorgeous green eyes, full pouty lips, adorable dimples, the cutest nose to ever grace a grown man’s face, perfect complexion, slightly unkempt soft chocolate hair, fit trim body, on a very tall frame; you couldn’t have chosen his best feature at gunpoint. He was that beautiful. You’d once made a joke that he was more beautiful than all the women you knew too. You’d gotten a hard backhand slap for making that little joke. You’d forgotten his sense of humor was nonexistent when he wasn’t high. You learned pretty quickly, not to make that mistake again.

“It’s all your fault. Why do you always love to argue? You make me so crazy.”

Or maybe it’s the ninth rail you just took to the dome. Who can stay sweet and calm when they are coked out of their mind? Of course it’s your fault he’s like this. Why he’s so angry and sad all the fucking time. Because everything in his life is everyone’s else’s fault. Never him. He’s always the victim, or innocent bystander. Nothing he does to you, is his fault. You bring it all on yourself.

One time you actually did try to escape him. Back in the early days of your relationship, before he was famous, and just starting to get a following. Back when you could go places together and no one recognized him. He’d been in a particularly shitty mood and shoved you into a wall. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been violent towards you, but it’d gotten your attention for some reason. Standing in the bathroom, staring in the mirror, watching your skin turn shades of black and blue, you’d decided you were going to ghost him.

And for awhile you did. You blocked him on every social media platform, blocked his phone number and gotten a new job and apartment across town. He had tried to call from a few random numbers, but you never answered your phone anyways, so that was unsuccessful for him too. Then you’d run into him at the mall of all places. He’d looked amazing as usual, and he’d embraced you and whispered in your ear…

“I’ve never had feelings for anyone before, so now that I have them all for you at the same time, I don’t know how to handle it. You crushed my heart and say it’s nothing. I want you so bad right now I feel like I’m bleeding. I want to have you writhing in ecstasy, and gushing, please tell me you care.”

He had looked so vulnerable, and so earnest, you bought it. Hook line and sinker. You’d gone with him to his place, where he’d ripped your clothes off, and thrown you on his bed, before fucking you so good you thought he was a God. He’d worshipped your body like you were a goddess yourself, and your name from his lips had sounded like a prayer. Sex was always out of the ordinary with him and you still liked to think it was only that way for him to. Lying to yourself or making assumptions in your favor, had always been one of your favorite past times.

Mark always fucked you like he was trying to make you a permanent part of himself. He would praise you for being the perfect pillow princess, or tell you how pretty your pussy looked as it took his cock. How perfectly your body took his. You were always watching his face, watching your body. Then something in him would shift. Become different as if he’d flipped a switch, and he’d start pounding into you like a man possessed. All praise and gentle kisses gone, replaced with firm grip, bites, and punishing thrusts of his thick cock pummeling your insides, hitting that one spot. As soon as you’d fall apart on his cock, he’d tell you what a dirty little cock whore you were in a thousand different unique ways, only he could make sound so filthy.

And you loved it. Adored being his dirty little whore, and welcomed all the rough treatment and how he’d say the most possessive, depraved things as he emptied himself inside of you. It was a mockery of lovemaking, and more like an unhinged fuckfest between two damaged beasts. You’d fuck all night, only stopping to take another hit of whatever your drug of choice was that evening, or to use the restroom. By its end, you both were covered in marks, bruises, cuts and various bodily fluids. It was manic, it was all consuming. It proved to be more addicting than any of the substances in your systems, fueling these fuckfests.

You thought it was love. The screaming and arguing, the broken phones, the ruined meals, the items thrown, the holes in walls, the bloody noses, the need to make up excuses when people saw your marks, saw his. No one would understand you two, you were both too fucked up. No one could possibly relate to being or loving an addict, a whore, a liar, a slut, a sadist, a masochist, an abuser, a victim or a monster. You understood it though. You had become his punching bag but it was to protect him and all the girls that would fall victim to his looks and charm if you walked away. You were a martyr and for awhile that was ok. When he really hurt you a few times, he’d be all apologies and make a million excuses.

“You have no idea how stressed out i am. Everyone watches me now.Everyone expects so much from me! “

The broken finger youd gotten that time didn’t hurt that bad. Not as bad as the first time he’d come home smelling of sex and victoria’s secret perfume. You’d snapped. Smashing his television by tomahawking his new laptop into the center of it. You clawed and scratched, and screamed till your voice cracked and your vocal chords strained, and still you didn’t stop. You shouted every hateful thought you’d built up over the past year, and every single thing you knew would hurt his inflated sense of self he possessed. You told him how he’d turned into everything he hates and everything you could never love.

“If you ever try to leave me again, I can’t be held responsible for any accidents that happen to your friends or family.”

You never had hated someone so much as you hated him in that moment. You should have killed him where he stood, but instead you locked yourself in the bathroom doing lines, and carving designs in your flesh with a razor blade. You’d never understood why people cut themselves, and you still didn’t, but you thought you’d give it a try.

Anything to make your heart stop hurting. He’d busted in the bathroom, prepared to likely drag you out, but froze at the sight of your bloody thigh and hands. You heard the door slam and that had been the last time you’d seen him. You looked down at the scabbed over cuts healing on your inner thigh. Absently you wondered if you’d ever be able to wear a bathing suit again, without receiving uncomfortable glances and questions. Getting up you made your way to the bathroom.

Now when you looked in the mirror, you hardly recognized the face staring back at you. So empty. So broken. A shell of the person you once were. He had successfully made you feel helpless. You weren’t you anymore, only an extension of him. You looked tired. Lost in your self contemplation, you hadn’t heard the front door open, or the footsteps down the hall until you turned around and he was standing right there in the doorway. Unsure of his present mood you just stared back at him, until he finally approached you like you were a wild animal, and slowly dropped to his knees before gently embracing your legs and pulling you towards himself.

Even though he was on his knees, his head still was at your stomach. Slowly, tentatively, he started to pepper soft kisses across your stomach, working his way down to your scabbed up inner thigh. Curious to see what he’d do, you remained passive, not saying a word or pulling away. Gently, ever so gently, he kissed every scab, every slash, before gently pulling your underwear down to your ankles.

You knew you should stop this, but gazing down at him, you couldn’t help but feel happy he was home. You’d started to doubt he was going to return yesterday, and you’d been surprised by how devastated that had made you feel. How lost. Just then, He’d attacked your core, like a man starved and brought you to your peak more times that night than you could recall. All previous contemplations were lost to his actions.

You’d watched him like that for hours. You’d laid in bed, memorizing every line, the arch of his brow and the curve of his lip, hoping he didn’t wake to find you staring at him. He snuggles into your side, blocking your view, and you tried to give in to sleep, but you needed to pee. Carefully removing yourself from the bed, you quietly crept out of the room and over to your bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, you see all his clothes strewn about with yours, and suddenly hear a vibration. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, you check to see he has a bunch of missed texts and calls, but it’s locked so you can’t see who they are from, or what they’re about. Seeing he has enabled Face ID and changed his passcode, you become suspicious. You knew you would never get any sleep unless you saw who was texting at such a late hour.

Making your way back in the room, you hold the phone in front of his face to unlock it. Finding success on the second try, you make your way out to the living room to see what he’s been up to. There is a part of you that just wanted to put the phone back in his pocket and save yourself the heartache, but curiosity got the best of you. Scanning through the texts, you were pleased to see they were all from male friends and then some type of app results. Opening that message, you click on the link for results of some poll he had made.

A page opens and reveals your name with a 68% score. Confused, you click on the link to the original poll question and your stomach drops when it finally appears.

Who should I keep?

Your name

Your friends name

Your coworkers name

His ex gf name

Under each name were a couple nude photos of said girl. You were aware he had taken pics of his ex like that, but you were devastated to see your two closest girl friends included on the list. You weren’t sure who you were more mad at; them or him. And to make a poll! Seething in rage you look at the coffee table and see his weird note from earlier. Snatching it up, you read it over a few more times, trying to gather your thoughts. You were so mad, you were shaking.

Rising to your feet, you went into the bathroom and did a line. And then another. And another…. And then it hit you. You had never been so sure about anything in your life.

Ok so just for fun…. What do you guys think she should do? You can send me asks with your ideas or even pick up from here and write part 2. It can be as fluffy, dark, twisted, or crazy as you see fit. People’s choice!!!!

#my writing #assassination nation #mark #bill skarsgard mark #bill skarsgard

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adamwatchesmovies · 11 months

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Assassination Nation (2018)

Assassination Nation is stylish and modern. The colours are bold, the ideas are fresh and there’s no mistaking it for anything else. It’s a wildly exaggerated, violent and provocative story that’ll leave even the most open-minded viewers a little shocked. You’ll either love it… or loathe it.

In Salem, Massachusetts, Lily Colson (Odessa Young) and her best friends Sarah (Suki Waterhouse), Em (singer/songwriter Abra) & Bex (Hari Nef) are delighted when the mayor’s personal files are leaked on the internet for all to see. The hacker responsible is just getting started. Soon, half of Salem’s dirtiest secrets are released and the town loses its mind.

The film opens with a montage of trigger warnings telling you how bad things will get for our characters. Right away, you know you’re in store for something different. Is it telling you that what’s coming up will upset you so you can brace yourself, or is director Sam Levinson just being ironic? It’s hard to say. Many of the characters in the film behave as though they’re comments from Internet forums made flesh-and-blood. They say outrageous things they can’t possibly believe - that would be crazy - and you’re not exactly sure if you like any of them. Our four protagonists, for instance. They make fair points about many subjects but at the end of the day, they’re eagerly judging others and don’t even think about respecting anyone privacy once the hacker releases files they know will destroy people’s lives. It’ll turn many people off but that’s exactly the intended reaction. You’re not accustomed to being confronted the way you are while watching Assassination Nation. It’s uncomfortable and scary but also unexpectedly refreshing.

From a visual standpoint, there’s a lot to love. A party scene that follows the quartet would be a joy to watch even with the sound off and no idea of what’s happening. There’s a home invasion scene towards the last act that features long tracking shots that slowly reveal all of these enemies gathering outside. It's so intense, i’ll have you on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Even if you don’t like the characters, the movie is so unpredictable you have no idea what to expect next. Hand The Purge franchise to Sam Levinson right away.

It’s frenetic and stylish, makes no bones about what it wants to say and yet… Assassination Nation still pulls its punches. When characters attack transgender Bex, they always refer to her as “her”, which makes their hatred unconvincing. Numerous times, we’re reminded that Lily is over 18 but when she sends dirty pictures to the mysterious “Daddy” she’s always texting, she never actually shows anything. It makes the attacks she suffers when her pictures leak utterly bewildering. Of all the people in Salem, everyone is jumping on the girl who send PG-13 pictures over the phone? Even in this movie, in which the characters are more embodiments of ideas than characters, that doesn’t make sense.

Whether Assassination Nation is exploiting its 21st-century teens, questioning their sanity or doing both at once, there’s no way you can ignore it. Certainly not after its pitch-perfect finale. The best scenes aren’t just good, they’re amazing and even when things seems a little half-baked, it kind of works. Your senses demand that you stop and examine everything you see, meaning it’ll stick with you long after it’s gone. (On Blu-ray, February 21, 2020)

#assassination nation #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Sam Levinson #Odessa Young #Suki Waterhouse #Hari Nef #Abra #Anika Noni Rose #Colman Domingo #Maude Apatow #Bill Skarsgard #Joel McHale #Bella Thorne #2018 movies #2018 films

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #clark #billskarsgard #assassination nation #memesbillskarsgard #meme #netflix #teens in movies

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woman-with-a-movie-camera · 1 year

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Assassination Nation (2018)

#Assassination Nation #2010s #moral doubts #meh #bill skarsgard

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irtifuck · 10 months

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #bill nation

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rhube · 4 months

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Controversial opinion: I don't mind this casting.

I am saying this as a non-binary person.

Should you try to cast non-binary people in non-binary roles? Yes, of course!

Is Alexander Skarsgard non-binary?

I have no idea and neither do you.

Listen: I have known people who have had to out themselves because they were criticised for working on LGBTQ+ things when people assumed they were cis and het.

I've also had the unpleasant experience of being possibly the only out non-binary person in a business, meaning that the business refused to report on salary equality for non-binary people because the sample sizes were so small that it would be possible to identify the people involved from the comparison. Given that it was me who forced HR to have non-binary as an option, I am fairly sure I was the first non-binary person to be recorded. I also knew several non-binary or questioning people on staff who were definitely not out and certainly hadn't talked to HR about it.

There are faaaaar more non-binary people than you think, and my experience has been than most of us aren't out.

To my knowledge, Alexander Skasgard publically presents as a cis man*. But he works in an industry where that works massively to his advantage - especially because it means he gets to be a leading man. There's no Oscars category for best NB actor.

Sure, he has strong paradigmatically male biological characteristics - he's very tall, broad-shouldered, and square-jawed - and I'm sure a lot of people were hoping for a more androgynous look. But I am agender and I could not possibly have more paradigmatically female biological characteristics. It does not mean I am feminine. It just means I'm short, have huge boobs, an hour-glass figure, small shoulders, a vadge, and a soft face.

If you only ever have androgynous-looking actors play non-binary characters on TV, it means I'll never be represented.

True, Murderbot is described as being 'generic human' in appearance, not clearly gendered in any way, but it's also a fighting machine and personally I imagine it being fairly tall.

I recently saw a Mastodon poll asking people if they imagined Murderbot's voice as 'male' or 'female', and it made me so angry! Voices AREN'T male or female. They are high or low or middling. There was no option for middling. You could even phrase it as baritone, tenor, alto, or soprano, but they didn't.

I have a high soprano voice, by the way. Several times I have been in choirs where I had to sing alone because I was the only one who could reach the notes.

Still agender.

Would it be great for Murderbot to be played by an out non-binary actor? Sure! Name one! No Googling!

[This is rhetorical, please don't reblog this post with names; I know they exist, the point is about numbers and general visibility.]

And yeah, there are almost certainly great non-binary actors out there - I used to act! I was in the National Youth Theatre! I think I was pretty good.

You wouldn't cast me as Murderbot, though. Regrettably, no one is ever gonna mistake me for a killing machine.

So, what is the pool of actors you have to draw on if you limit yourself to casting from out non-binary people? Even supposing you're open to complete unknowns.

It's pretty small.

Probably equivalent to the percentage of people who were willing to tell HR they were non-binary at my work.

And almost all of them probably put down a gender on forms for agents and casting directors because that is how you get work as an actor - there is Far More Pressure for that in acting than almost any other field I can think of.

I don't know how they did the casting call and it may be that they could have done it better than they did (or they may have tried very hard to find an NB actor who was right and failed - I don't know!). But that doesn't mean Alexander Skasgard is wrong for the role.

It definitely doesn't mean he should be hounded about it, so do not fucking do that, OK?

There is a very high chance that you know a lot of people who are non-binary that you don't know are non-binary. Especially among people in their 30s and 40s who are therefore old enough to have had an established acting career. As I've mentioned many, many times, most people in my age group were deliberately barred from knowing non-binary was an option until they were already adults and reasonably settled in how they'd decided to handle the gender nonsense that was the background radiation of their lives.

I'm happy Murderbot is getting a TV series. Alexander Skasgard is a great actor that I can see being pretty well-suited to the role in terms of acting range.

I have no reason to think he is secretly non-binary, but I also have no reason to think that he isn't. Always question what illicit gender stereotypes you're drawing on when you assume you can 'tell'.

Point is: this 'shame people until only those who are out as having that exact identity can have those roles' game is a dangerous one that hurts real people.

And also I don't want people shaming ME for thinking it's cool an actor I admire will be portraying my identity.

WE DON'T HAVE TO BE A BUMMER ABOUT FINALLY GETTING SOME PROMINENT NB REPRESENTATION.

See also: non-binary people are not where binary trans people are in terms of representation. We're more like where trans women were in the 80s and 90s. You know, back when getting a big male star to play a trans woman was actually a big risk and a show of support for the actor. Thankfully, there are now quite a few prominent trans women actors. It's still not easy, but if you wanted a big actor who was also an out trans woman, you would have far more options than you do for out non-binary actors.

Also, I don't think there is an exact equivalent to Murderbot's gender identity out there in the human world. I reckon agender is pretty close, being a complete lack of gender, but I do not have the same feels about the relationship between my body and my lack of gender that Murderbot does. My body was not manufactured and it has (as mentioned) pretty clear sexual characteristics that Murderbot lacks.

You will not find anyone who can authentically present Murderbot's experience as their own. And as a non-binary person the equation of my identity with non-humans and robots is pretty uncomfortable anyway.

I sure do hope they have SOME non-binary actors among the human cast, though. Given quite how many human non-binary people there are in the books, there is a broad opportunity to at least try to do acting calls that are open to non-binary people. Characters who are sketched much more loosely in the books than Murderbot.

Like, maybe it will turn out to be a complete cluster fuck, but we don't know enough about the production to say that it will be yet. I want to feel happy about this. I don't want to feel shamed because I think 'actually, I think he could be pretty good'.

And above all, the culture of shaming people until they prove their LGBTQ+ creds has to stop.

*And we should respect that. This post should NOT be read as speculating on his gender identity. Entirely the reverse!

#murderbot #non-binary #agender #alexsander skasgard

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ellicler · 1 year

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yes yes skarsgard’s speech was epic but i bet you every modern dictator on the planet thinks about himself that way. or he would if he had a fraction of the imagination. and intelligence and self-reflection. certainly that’s what their propaganda machines love to tell their nations about them. the giant that stands alone and apart and sacrifices himself to build our collective future for us.

#andor #s01e10 #luthen

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filministic · 7 months

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Assassination Nation (2018) dir. Sam Levinson

#Assassination Nation #2010s #movie #нация убийц #Odessa Young #Abra #Suki Waterhouse #Hari Nef #Colman Domingo #Danny Ramirez #Joel McHale #Maude Apatow #Bill Skarsgard #Bella Thorne

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Going to work for the next 7 hours! Send me your naughty thots and I’ll answer them when I’m home

Chris Evans + Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Mr.Freezv, Ari Levinson

Pablo Schreiber

Henry Cavill + August Walker, Walter Marshall

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Sam Wilson (He's not my favorite, but you'll see him sprinkled in)

Bucky Barnes

Sebastian Stan

Chris Hemsworth + Thor

Bill Skarsgard + Pennywise, Roman Godfrey, Mark (assassination

nation)

Dylan O'Brien + Colin, Mitch Rapp

Alexander Skarsgärd + Perry Wright, Charlie Venner

Negan (twd)

Idris Elba

Dominc Fike + Elliot (euphoria)

Fezco (euphoria)

Nate Jacobs

#chris evans #chris evans smut #dark!chris evans #dark!steve rogers #bucky barnes smut #dark chris evans #dark!bucky barnes #marvel #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber smut #henry cavill x black reader #chris evans x black reader #dylan o'brien

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Watching battleship right now and it got me thinking about ur post wondering how maverick and ice would react to current recruitment methods like e-girls and I just have to wonder what their thoughts would have been about this movie. It's more focused on the ships and not so much the fighter jets, obviously, but still...just a giant ad for the Navy. Also Rihanna which is perhaps the most important part of it all.

im no whitemanologist but if ice & mav are anything like my dad theyd probably think it’s some pretty sick shit

full disclosure: had not seen battleship until just now, when i watched it so i could answer this ask. thoughts: man, what a waste of jesse plemons! actually the whole cast is kinda stacked: liam neeson COMPACFLT (fuck yeah), Rihanna, alexander skarsgard….. woof. and yeah, it’s a gigantic fuck-you ad for the navy, but even i got a freedom boner when they hopped on *that ship* at the very end (70-year-old ordnance notwithstanding). like, i get it. that kinda whipped ass actually.

as recruitment material it’s very interesting. *guy who has only ever seen top gun watching any other movie* WOW JUST LIKE TOP GUN!!! no, but seriously, all these pro-Navy pro-mil movies are pushing a characterization of the military & the people in it that is laughably absurd. Our main character is always some guy who’s quietly very talented but outwardly a huge asshole who never plays by the rules & stays in the institution that gives him power only by the skin of his teeth. These movies are about *belonging* and push a message that even the most screwy of screw-ups can find their place in the military with a little patriotism and perseverance (maverick voice: “just wanna serve my country and be the best fighter pilot in the Navy, SIR”)—when that’s clearly not true. so, yes, in Battleship hopper is our asshole persevering main character who does everything (EVERYTHING) wrong until he just happens to do one thing right (read sun tzu I guess?) & gets a command of his own. The message is, join the navy, doesn’t matter how much of a fuck-up you are in real life, you too can excel & be recognized & get the outrageously hot chick & lead other men & have immense power….

…when we get invaded by aliens. cause that’s always the other part of these movies that kinda confuses me: unless it’s a historical movie (black Hawk down, american sniper, SPR, hacksaw ridge etc) in the modern age of pro-mil movies we have to make up an enemy to propagandize. TGM’s “fifth-gen fighter” advanced nation, for instance. Not Russia and not Iran and not DPRK, some other shitholistan that isn’t made of real people so we can drop fictional bombs on them without feeling bad. And these fictional enemies are always more advanced than us, because we are perpetual underdogs (& have been since the AmRev war, it’s part of our historical DNA). But… that discrepancy doesn’t reflect reality, obvi. If Tom Cruise hadn’t wanted to film inside real planes, TGM could’ve been a 5-minute short film of an F-35 dropping a precision guided bunker buster from 40,000 feet. like, we have the logistical/materiel capability to execute pretty much any mission we want with little to no actual struggle. But that makes for poor propaganda storytelling. So… aliens it is

It is also worth engaging with Top Gun: Maverick as a recruitment text in and of itself, and I don’t mean like “oh planes cool = people want to join the navy” I mean, this is a movie where the CORE EMOTIONAL TENET is that a kid who wanted to be in the navy got shut out & is still pissed about it. The central emotional tenet of TGM is Rooster trying to finally prove to Maverick that he IS ready to join the Navy. The whole movie is built upon the assumption that the Navy is someplace You Want To Be. It’s not just a recruitment text, it’s a recruitment story. And again, it’s asshole-rule-breaker Maverick who juuuuust manages to stay in because he’s actually super talented all along and not actually a fuck-up, and the Navy legitimizes him as a person (in my reading, as a man) at the end… warlock voice: “You’re where you belong.” Is he, though? All the evidence seems to suggest otherwise!

#ice & mav walking out of the TGM theatre: …well that was fucking stupid #’how come rooster didn’t just do NROTC in college it would’ve taken just the same amount of time’#’how can an O-6 who makes 80-90k a year afford a 4 million dollar plane’#’how come they didn’t wait another 30 seconds to fire the tomahawks so the time limit could be 3 mins instead of 2.30’#i think it’s like #you know how doctors can’t watch scrubs/any other medical drama #I bet that’s how it is for military personnel too #‘that would never happen in real life’ etc etc #so maybe ice & mav wouldn’t think battleship was sick shit after all #i liked the aliens’ goatees #thank you for the ask & thank you for thinking of me :)#sorry i turned it into an essay #asks #top gun maverick #top gun meta #?#i take my ‘mav is incredibly ooc in tgm’ opinion extremely seriously #wait i might be wrong about the nrotc i maybe meant to say OTS #u know what i mean

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