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flownwrong · 2 days

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chaotic ckr c6d squee propaganda (?) post

This, started half a year ago for @ds30below, was initially a general c6d short reviews post but kinda skewed majorly towards CKR's repertoire and wasn't too review-y. So I gave up on making sense and on including the non-CKR works. I don't know who the audience for this is, because I never give basic details for people who don't know about this stuff but say too much for those who do. I giffed what I could and tried to avoid what I know a lot about but haven't actually seen. Here goes.

Frank's Cock (1993)

Not much to say. It's only 8 minutes, it's beautiful and you should see it if you haven't. I won't spoil the subject, but you can likely guess. Watch it, cry a little. Then go watch some more of Mike Hoolboom's stuff, the vimeo link above is from his channel.

Two X-Files episodes (1994 – 1995)

Well, I haven't actually seen X-files since I was about fifteen and watched the like two seasons, and I remember none of it. I rewatched the two early episodes CKR appears in and they were fun. I did not watch the, the movie or whatever where he's doing the evil gay thing. But really, this one is on the list so I can show you this self-indulgent gif of him being Very Long:

Double Happiness (1994)

You shouldn't watch this one for CKR. I mean, you absolutely should see him here, looking like he's barely out of his teens and playing up the insecure act and having devastating chemistry with devastatingly beautiful Sandra Oh, but this is not why it's great. And it's really, really great. It's touching and funny and sincere. If you wanna have some feels about complicated family relationships and identity and growing up (at any point in life), you'll find them here.

Curtis's Charm (1995)

Don't regret watching it, can't recommend. Not gonna lie, I was emotionally affected. But I usually am by things as in-your-face bleak as this. Mostly, it's trying very hard to be smarter than it is, I think.

However: CKR's One Wild Curl is everything to me (see above, on the right. It was, like, actually curly. I was rendered speechless). And like two seconds of Hugh Dillon made me do a double-take, lol. Incredibly weird knowing this was shot like half a year before HCL began shooting. Feels like it must've been a decade earlier.

Hard Core Logo (1996)

I could make three separate posts about this one, so of course I have no idea what to say.

This one, you should watch for CKR, actually, he's something, but so is every single other aspect of this film. I wouldn't change a thing about it. It hits you like a 16 wheeler. Perfectly cast, unimaginably beautiful, hysterical and melancholy and disgusting and compelling.

Related recs:

A wonderfully fun article/retrospective/interview for its 20th anniversary a while back.

You should also absolutely read Hard Core Roadshow if you enjoyed the film. It's a book documenting the whole thing from conception to release. It touched me for its own sake, not just a backstage glance, full of love for the craft and the people and carrying this tangible bittersweetness about the heightened and fleeting nature of this kind of work.

(here, I feel compelled to include a quote from another c6d-related interview on Slings & Arrows, which I read after the book and went like man, it's really a universal experience isn't it.

Coyne: <...> But I also think, and this is my experience, what we were all experiencing, because we were all talking about our lives, our life in the arts — there’s something very melancholy about doing something you love, because it will never be good enough, it will always break your heart.

McKinney: Or it will be fleeting.

Coyne: It’ll be fleeting. You come together with people you feel passionately connected to and two weeks later they’re tearing down the sets.)

Quotes from the article and the book respectively include:

McDonald: So there was a kind of mutual dependency society with Hugh telling Callum, “Don’t worry, man, I got your back, I’ll tell you how high or low to wear your guitar, I’ll tell you how you should dress, I’ll tell you what you should drink…” and Callum was like, “I’ll tell you what hitting your mark is, I’ll tell you why they pull out fucking tape measures, I’ll tell you why you have to do it again, I’ll tell you about not overlapping dialogue..” and you know they clung to each other, like the other one was gonna fucking save them.

And:

A final gathering at the back of the tour bus with Bruce, Callum, Hugh, Bernie. We listen to the tape of HCL songs, all the way through, one last time. And we belt the words out. Bernie sings loudest, performing for Salerno's camera. Hugh and Callum sit back, looks of sadness. I get the sense that if they could do it, they'd chuck their lives and be Joe Dick and Billy Tallent forever. Callum leans to Bruce and says exactly what everyone else is thinking: "I don't want it to end."

There's much more to both texts than *gestures* the whatever those two had, but it certainly doesn't hurt.

And Xeriscape is the best HCL fic I've read. Granted, I read very few because it's not a source that creates in me a craving for fic. But this one perfectly matches the film's fucked up beauty with its language while also adding a quieter, more fraught layer of humanity that we only get glimpses of in canon and that perfectly fits John. 10/10, would recommend.

Anyway. Watch it. Read it. If you haven't. Otherwise, come scream with meeee! And go reblog my gifs or something. Idk.

Letters From Home (1996)

Mike Hoolboom strikes again, with another short. This goes into the "don't watch it for CKR, watch it because it's great" box. Yes, you will cry.

For Those Who Hunt The Wounded Down (1996)

Another bleak one! It sucked to watch, I mean, on purpose. There were a couple of very effective scenes. I really enjoyed the opening. They say the book is decent too, I haven't checked that out.

Actually, let's just switch back from coherent thought to undignified staring at his mouth with this one. What the fuck is that cigarette thing. I couldn't help myself.

Last Night (1998)

These gifs are not representative of the whole movie. There is more happening than CKR kissing or hugging people. He's also doing more than just kissing and hugging. It's all very... impressive.

Guess who's also here again? Sandra Oh! And say hi to Don McKellar, who is an absolute champion for writing/directing/starring. You'll be seeing more of him.

Another one for the "watch it for its own sake" box. Seriously, that late 90s indie stuff is banger after banger. It's so beautiful! Look at those colours! Look at those shots! It's very uneasy and charming and melanchioly and itself in the best way.

Twitch City (1998 – 2000)

Don McKellar is back to murder you with discomfort! Bruce McDonald lends a hand. Molly Parker is also here. And Daniel McIvor, who'd go on to direct, for example, Wilby Wonderful. It's a party. If you watched some stuff from above (or below) on this list, most faces and names will be familiar to you, tbh (another Hugh Dillon double-take happens).

If you liked Spaced, you'll love this. You might also love it because it commits to its weirdness with an admirable resolve and is genuinely hilarious. (Honestly, CKR's outfits alone warrant a watch.) The idiosyncrasy is definitely Don McKellar's doing 200%. It couldn't be more different from Last Night, but if you've seen one, you'll recognise the other.

Battlestar Galactica (2003 – 2009)

I don't think a person should be allowed to look this pretty in the sweaty-and-dying makeup in that light (this sentence probably looks very weird to those not under the CKR magic spell).

I don't know what to say about BSG because I really, really enjoyed early it initially, but by the middle of S2 it got... well, whatever that was. If you know you know, if you don't, still give it a go. You might get invested enough to suffer through it all, as I have been, slowly.

The unfortunate thing is that CKR got to be there mostly in the "what the fuck" years and not the "wow that's so cool" years. That, as you might be aware, is a pattern with him. But! When he was here, he was so genuinely, wonderfully creepy not in the typecast-baddy way, but in this slow, half-absent way, which really worked. You can also see him tortured a little, as a treat!! <3

Also, a wild John Pyper-Ferguson appears! If you're looking at him thinking you know him from somewhere but not immediately remembering, you'll figure it out, I believe in you. I was very happy to see him.

Wilby Wonderful (2004)

Another win for the put CKR in more good shit team!!! Guess who's here again? Sandra Oh! Also, Paul Gross. Don't watch it for him either though haha.

Another one for whoever wants to look at pushing against the weight of others' (or your own) expectations and growing into who you are or reconsidering who you are or finding meaningful connections with others even when you're kind of a mess and they are too.

Not nearly the first time CKR's gotten to play a queer character, but man, this one really is the heart of the in-universe community, and, through that, of the film. A rare chance to see him so far out of the prickly persona! He's just so solid and calm and there for others in this one and, and soft, ough. It's awesome.

By the way, if any of you have the commentary track or know someone who has, please drop me a line here or on discord (emotionalrisotto), I really wanna hear that.

Supernatural (2005)

I love Supernatural a lot. It was a formative experiences (albeit a very late one) and I owe a lot of my favourite stuff about fandom-ing to the buddies I met through it. I can't believe I'm telling you this (because who hasn't seen it, not because I'm reccing it), but you should really try it if you haven't. It's pretty rad.

I had no idea who this guy was when I saw that episode (the second ever one!), though. I simply cannot fathom what @nigeltde-fic felt when she first saw it. I think I personally got very lucky she didn't combust on the spot. It would've been unfortunate.

On a sillier note, CKR's character has weird tension with both Sam and Dean in this episode, which is par for the course. I personally think they should've... no, I shan't say it. You can probably imagine.

Californication (2008 – 2013)

I haven't actually seen it, lol (and I suspect I won't enjoy it, but I'm very curious and also CKR looks really really good).

The real reason for this one on the list is to share a fic rec. Really, it's a due South F/K fic featuring Lew Ashby. It's ridiculously hot and very satisfying in its romantic resolution, too (but then, I'm kind of big on selfcest. And consensual voyeurism. And pretend relationships when done like this. And sublimated yearning. Erm.)

Shattered (2010 – 2011)

I wish this never happened. I badly, badly wish this never happened. I can't turn back time, but I can warn those luckier than me: do not go there. Yes, even for this dude. You'll sleep better not knowing just what it is he was the EP on. And the only important part — the mascara — can be seen above (yes, the show does look that bad, it's not just the gifs).

Just kidding — I watched it, didn't I? You'll have fun hating it! Just prepare for industrial grade cringe, lower your expectations (No, lower. No, still lower than that. And just a bit more.) and you'll have a great time!

Star trek: Discovery (2024)

Or, as I call it, Star Trek: The Mediocre Show. Discovery S5 was... what it was, but it was a wonderful viewing experience — mostly thanks to the gang (@kittkatk and @feroxargentea especially!)

What a joy it is, to follow a show week by week, yelling and laughing and discussing the whole time. And giffing, too. I was very happy to contribute to the Disco fandom from my own little obsessive corner, and I was glad to see people adoring Rayner, haha.

He's a pretty neat character — very much a stereotype, yes, but with CKR's usual twist of odd vulnerability and weirdness. Also, I loved the ears. I miss the ears. The ears were great.

I even wrote a fic! Although it's not within my usual range to write for canons and universes I don't know well — and back then, I'd only seen S5 of Disco. It was a lot of suffering, and a lot of fun.

Closing thoughts

I'd really love the dude to get a better agent. And possibly better taste, but I realise that's a tougher ask. Seriously, it's been too long since he was in something majorly cool. I'm grateful to him, at least, for not making terrible music on the side. And I still have a lot of his back catalogue to get through, some of it even good, so there will be more insanity. Until then!

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blossom-hwa · 3 months

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last night | y.jh, j.ww

pairing: Jeonghan x gender neutral!reader x Wonwoo genre: angst, god!au (?) warnings: implied sex (nothing graphic, but it's kind of obvious what happened) word count: 1.8k notes: — inspired by the title track for jeonghan/wonwoo's new album, 'last night' :) — rn this is mostly just vibes with a semblance of plot, but I hope to develop it at some point into something bigger! please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear your theories about this and the mv <3 Two gods walk in your dreams, and invite you to dance.

Seventeen Masterlist

I appeared in your dream last night I sang in your dream last night Sweetly, at times passionately I carefully knock on your door

That night, the moment your head touches your pillow, you dream.

The room is dark, filled with the humid musk of sweat. People chatter unintelligibly over music filtering from the stage, a guitar melody over a Latin beat that sounds hauntingly familiar. Everyone seems to be dancing, but no one turns as you push through the crowd, looking for someone you don't yet know.

A hand tugs your wrist and you turn around, coming face to face with the man you fell asleep next to. Jeonghan's eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you to him, spinning you into the figures of a dance. There's no space in this dark room but he leads you with impossible ease, weaving in and out of the other couples on the floor, his chest almost pressed to yours as you spins you under his arm, round and round as your loose pants spiral out around you—

A different hand catches your waist. Dips you gently, then pulls you into frame before you even have time to catch your breath. And you don't catch it. Because it isn't Jeonghan who holds your hand now, leading you to the melody of this haunting guitar, but Wonwoo, who holds you with a softer grip, his palms rough against your skin but nothing short of gentle as he draws you close, close like he's afraid the crowd will swallow you away.

It doesn't. But he sends you out in a spin, your arms raised above your head, and when you stop whirling around it's Jeonghan who has caught you again, Wonwoo's face morphing into his.

Dark hair shortens and lengthens, turns darker and lighter under the room's neon glow. Rough skin grows smooth, sliding like silk against your waist and neck, and breath pants hot against your face and skin as you dance with two men and two gods, full lips and dark eyes almost meeting yours when—

"Got you now."

Jeonghan smirks, his thin lips curved teasingly as he pulls you flush against him. One arm snakes around your waist and with the other, he grabs your hand. "That was fun, wasn't it?" he murmurs. He spins you under an arm before you can answer, catching you in a dip that shouldn't be possible in this dark room of sweat and dance, but the crowd seems to have parted just for you in the center of the floor.

"Tell me," he whispers silky smooth into your ear. "Tell me you like me more than that upright, uptight, annoying truth-teller of a god."

You match his smirk. "I could tell you that," you reply softly. "Do you really want me to?"

"Depends." His smile widens. "Would it be a truth, or a lie?"

Laughing the way you know he likes, you wrap your arms around his neck. "Now where would be the fun in telling you that?" you croon.

He laughs, then—not his usual mischievous giggle, but a full-bodied laugh that sounds at once so much more innocent and so much more dangerous. "No wonder I like you so much," he says, and for a moment, you think he'll pull you up. Instead, though, he dips you lower, letting his hair dangle over your face. For a moment, you stay there, staring at each other, as the guitar sings soulfully from the stage.

His free hand rises, brushing softly against your face. "Why don't you stay with me?" he whispers, and you're not sure if it's his voice or his fingers that caress your cheek, wind soft, butterfly light, silk smooth. "All day, all night—I'll love you, you know. You'll never want for anything in your life." He leans in, those eyes cast down to your lips.

Your arms tighten around his neck.

The ghost of a smile curves his mouth. You shiver in his hold, precarious, stable, safe and dangerous and threatening—he will never let you go, it's true, but if he does, he'll push you into a void with a laugh and you will

never

stop

falling.

Fae eyes, so disarmingly gentle like the silk sheets that swallowed you as he took you last night, dark hair falling over his face when he finally collapsed next to you on the bed, panting into your skin as you whispered his name into the bare curve of his throat. He'd held you, then. Held you like you were everything he ever wanted. Everything he ever needed.

The girl's words from earlier suddenly flicker through your mind. Who wouldn't want to go with him?

But even in that hold, you still knew that you could fall.

His voice shivers across your skin, lips just brushing against yours. "I'll make all of your dreams come true," he whispers.

For a moment, you almost believe that he's telling the truth.

You allow yourself to smile, one hand dragging along his smooth neck, tugging through his hair before coming to rest on his cheek. "Jeonghan," you murmur, and his eyes flutter—like that one word weakens him, his name from your lips.

The room, dark with sweat, dark with lust, dark with memories forgotten in the fog of dance and drink, blurs in your vision. You press your forehead against his and gaze into those fae eyes always looking, always searching for something and someone you will never know, and he will never find.

You whisper, "You yourself don't even know what you want to find."

He is beautiful, even in his sorrow, in his anger, in his fury—fire burning in his eyes and in the pale skin smooth against your gentle palm. "And do you?" he asks, each quiet word a gunshot against your ear.

You don't have an answer.

His smile widens. And it continues to widen as it meets yours in a soft kiss, lips pressing against yours with a deliberate gentleness. Light as the wind. Warm as a fire. A man’s promise, and a god’s threat.

His lips taste salty. Like the oceans he crossed to find you, only to learn that your face was one he could no longer recognize.

"Damn." He frowns suddenly, pulling away. You blink in confusion as mock disappointment writes itself lightly across his face. "It looks like I've been found. Such a shame." In a moment he's pulled you up out of the dip, spun you around to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. "I'll be waiting for you, my little bird," he murmurs against your ear. He smells of the sea, the sun shimmering on its placid surface. "Treat that as a promise."

"A promise, or a threat?"

You hear his smile even if you don't see it. "Whichever one you'd like."

Something rips him away, then. A gust of wind slashes your face and suddenly you're on a rooftop, facing a very different man. Jeonghan is nowhere to be found.

Wonwoo gazes at you, his expression impassive as always. Hair frames his eyes, dark as night, and in the pale glow of the moon, he looks exhausted.

"Wonwoo." His name slips off your tongue. It feels so right, coming from your voice. The problem is, Jeonghan's also feels right, but in such a different way.

He looks at you, and you see it in his eyes. He knows. Knows what you did last night, knows whose arms you fell asleep in, knows who kissed you just now, even in a dream—

Knows who you let through your walls, even for a moment, in a way you have never allowed him in.

You tilt your head, looking into Wonwoo's dark eyes. Despite the shadows that follow him, he seems softer than Jeonghan, an impression only furthered by the fullness of his lips.

You've kissed Jeonghan. You wonder what it would be like to kiss Wonwoo instead.

"Y/N." Wonwoo's voice rasps your name, low and gravelly and achingly gentle. His arms slip out of his long, dark coat, and as the wind whips your skin he steps forward, draping it around your shivering shoulders.

You remember him earlier in the club, spinning you across the floor. You remember your hand in his, effortlessly leading you around other dancers to the beat. You remember the roughness of his palm compared to the softness of Jeonghan's, and you remember how he looked at you, a strange longing etched into every line of his face before Jeonghan took his place again and kept him away.

Wonwoo doesn't shiver despite the lack of a coat. But when he collapses into your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like the lifeline of a drowning man, he feels so cold, like not even the sun could ever hope to warm him.

You hold him close, because you are not the sun, and you won't give up even when hope disappears.

Jeonghan lies. It is in his blood. He does it well, and you indulge him, because he is charming, he is handsome, and he is an old god who believes you are his.

You have never been Wonwoo's, however, by his word or yours. What some don’t understand is that you are no one’s to give or take. Nor is he.

"Y/N," he whispers again, like a prayer on his tongue. Like your name is his truth.

"Wonwoo," you murmur in reply, because to you, a mortal, his name is your truth.

He pulls away quietly but takes your hand. You look at your clasped palms, then back up at him. "It's time, isn't it?" you ask, a tear prickling your eye, lips almost curved in a smile.

That hand in yours lets go, and rises to your cheek. Wonwoo's fingers are cold but they begin to warm against your skin. "I'm sorry," he says, and there are tears in the rasp of his voice. He doesn't smell like salt, though. He smells like rain in a storm, grey clouds pouring clean and cold on the ground.

(A storm is what it is, but the sea always hides threats under its skin.)

"It's okay," you whisper as he leans in. "It's always okay."

His lips meet your forehead, as though in benediction. You close your eyes. The night sky disappears and so does he.

You wake up tangled in silk sheets, alone, your clothes tossed on the floor.

The press of Wonwoo's lips on your forehead still lingers softly on your skin.

Reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed this, and have a lovely day :)

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