#darren thomas

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Machine Movies

Darren Aronofsky: hey it's me Darren aronofsky, the doyenne of psychological horror Aronofsky: you may remember me from such innovative psychological horror concepts like Aronofsky: "what if you had some really annoying houseguests" Aronofsky: or Aronofsky: "what if a guy was really fat"

Aronofsky: but then I realized Aronofsky: why am i wasting my time thinking of ideas like a chump? Aronofsky: a computer could do that just as good as i could Poe: King: Koontz: Lovecraft: Barker: Barker: please by all means Barker: tell us more Poe: clive

Barker: ya know Barker: my favorite kind of own Barker: is the self-own Barker: like, i don't even have to say anything

Aronofsky: i was thinking about how i made that scary movie about a big fat guy Aronofsky: and then i was on deviantart and i saw there was all this AI-generated art of big fat women eating cake Aronofsky: and i thought "wow, these people sure do appreciate the horrifying psychological terror of the fat body" Poe: King: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Aronofsky: and that gave me an idea

Aronofsky: art, one of mankind's greatest achievements, is quickly becoming more popular with each passing day Aronofsky: i invite you to follow along as our scientists work to conceive of a future where art is not made by man but by machine Aronofsky: movie groups of tomorrow are made up of several entities Aronofsky: computers Aronofsky: pneumatic directors Aronofsky: humans who tolerate machines

Aronofsky: this is going to be the biggest innovation in AI-generated horror since MIT media lab invented Shelley AI Mary Shelley: what Aronofsky: well researchers at MIT invented Shelley: i fucking heard you the first time Shelley: it wasn't a clarification what

Aronofsky: see, researchers at MIT invented a mary shelley bot and Mary Shelley: [shivs aronofsky] Poe: mary! it wasn't HIS bot! Shelley: fuck that shit Shelley: if there's one thing i can't stand, it's a fuckin messenger

Aronofsky: did you see my new AI-generated movie? Barker: well i was going to Barker: but then i thought Barker: why waste time watching a movie like a chump? Barker: when i could just get the AI to watch it and summarize it for me Aronofsky: Shelley: my guy makes a strong point

Aronofsky: Aronofsky: so did you read the AI-generated summary of my movie? Barker: well i was going to Barker: but then i thought Barker: why am i wasting time reading a summary like a chump? Barker: when i could just get the AI to summarize the summary

Barker: I got the AI to summarize the summary of the summary Barker: so now I've got it down to one word Aronofsky: what's the word? Barker: one sec, i'll get the AI to summarize it for you Aronofsky: i don't need to take this kind of mockery Aronofsky: i'm Darren Aronofsky, award-winning creator of "The Whale" and "Mother!" Aronofsky: i made your childhood depressing!

Aronofsky: don't forget the exclamation mark in mother(!) btw Aronofsky: it denotes excitement

Aronofsky: great news! Aronofsky: I've got the AI summarizing things so efficiently that I don't ever have to experience a sensation ever again Thomas Ligotti: god i wish that was me

[staiyn]

More presents ⭐️⭐️

[deathlikelead]

Food Fight! Heartbreak High: S2E7 The Grapes of Voss

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 — Masterlist

A/N — With October coming up, it's time for filth, so here's a masterlist of Cillian Murphy goodness. The list will be updated as the days of the month pass. I hope you guys enjoy!

Read the warnings before continuing. I do not condone, defend, support, romanticize, or encourage the illegal actions of any of the characters throughout the story, these stories are purely written for entertainment purposes. 18+ only.

WEEK ONE

Day 1. William Killick + dub-con

Day 2. Cillian Murphy + spanking, authority kink

Day 3. Raymond Leon + car sex

Day 4. Neil Lewis + grinding, semi-public

Day 5. Thomas Shelby + overstimulation, bondage

Day 6. Jonathan Crane + impact play

Day 7. Robert Oppenheimer + praise kink, dd/lg

WEEK TWO

Day 8. Thomas Shelby + omegaverse, omega!tommy

Day 9. Robert Fischer + facefucking, office sex

Day 10. William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Day 11. Tom Buckley + body worship, overstimulation

Day 12. Neil Lewis + cockwarming

Day 13. Cillian Murphy + somnophilia, dd/lg

Day 14. Jackson Rippner + CNC, roleplay

WEEK THREE

Day 15. Jonathan Crane + sex pollen

Day 16. William Killick + face riding

Day 17. Jonathan Breech + making a video

Day 18. Raymond Leon + forced proximity, outercourse

Day 19. Thomas Shelby + fingering, hold the moan

Day 20. Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Day 21. Robert Fischer + mirror sex, toys

WEEK FOUR

Day 22. Jackson Rippner + choking, anal sex

Day 23. Tom Buckley + vanilla, creampie

Day 24. Jonathan Crane + humiliation, pegging

Day 25. Robert Fischer + wet dream, sleepy sex

Day 26. Neil Lewis + shower sex

Day 27. Raymond Leon + anal sex, brat taming

Day 28. Jonathan Breech + fluffy, semi-public

WEEK FIVE

Day 29. Cillian Murphy + overstimulation, f!receiving oral sex

Day 30. Darren/Pig + mutual masturbation

Day 31. Jackson Rippner + ghostface!reader

[awigglycultist]

THOMAS SANDERS AND DARREN CRISS MET I REPEAT THOMAS SANDERS AND DARREN CRISS MET

[tuffer-thxn-srandle]

behind the scenes photos of “The Outsiders 1983”

[velvet-vox]

So, does anyone remember that so called "Doll critique" post that I've been mentioning on and off for a while now?

Well, let's just say that, over time, that project grew a LITTLE in size...

I've been writing ideas and arguments for it on and off for a while now, for almost a year, and the content for it just kept getting BIGGER and BIGGER...

To the point where I'm now making a 2/3/4 hour long video that may actually be longer than the show itself.

However, the one problem I have with that is...

I've never made a YouTube video in my life, so I could really use some help, since the level of polish that I am aiming for is around the likes of Randomalistic's 2 hour long King Candy video, although probably not as clean-cut, considering the amount of stuff I want to say and my lack of experience.

A mutual of mine told me to start with Clipchamp as a starting editing program, and I'll be sure to try that out, but if anyone else has some tips to give me I am open to hearing them out, in particular, I'd like it if someone recommended me a good microphone to buy, as I want my voice to sound good while I talk.

In general, anything you say to me could be extremely useful, as I'm an absolute rookie.

If you have any arguments that you'd like to see covered inside it, just send them to me; I'll give a shout-out at the end of the video to all the people that helped me realise this project, as well as inspired me to make it in the first place.

I'd also ask permission from some of you to use their artwork in my video, so the final shout-out will also serve as a thank you to the artists for their beautiful projects.

I feel like I have very important things to say about the subject matter, and I hope that this video could help the community get a more unified view of the character, even if not anything I'm going to say should be taken as fact.

One final thing: don't expect the video to come out anytime soon, it may take me even more than 2 years to get it out, so, if you are hoping that the release of the video may fulfill some deeply craving desire inside your soul in the immediate moment, I'm afraid that's not going to be possible.

Originally, this was just meant to be a critique of Doll's character, that had a rather bleak and depressing concluding argument that I felt was true for how the character was treated and how it was most likely going to be treated moving forward; but after some reconsideration, I realised that there was a far more optimistic view to be had for Doll's legacy, and I felt like the sad ending wasn't fitting anymore.

And as I kept writing this project's stuff on and off for a while now, to the point of turning it into a video, I realised that I didn't want this to be just a critique anymore.

This is going to be a Tribute.

An Analysis, a Retrospective, a Public Execution,

It's going to be at the very least 1 hour of Doll Talk, meant to give everybody's favourite Russian cannibal the recognition and defamation that she fricking deserves.

I hope to have interested someone in the idea.

Also, here's a drawing I wanted to show off.

Originally, I was going to put it at the end of said post, but since the project has been canned in favour of a video, I'm putting it here instead.

[two-entire-bits]

The Outsiders Extra Material Scans 3: Making the movie

(The scanner I used isn't the most high quality, so transcriptions are in image IDs)

[merchantphoto]

our upscaled and enhanced photo of (clockwise) C Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio, Patrick Swayze, Leif Garrett, and Darren Dalton on the set of The Outsiders (1983)

[danbenzvi]

On The Jukebox: "Sinners (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)"

Track listing:

Miles Caton, DC6 Singers Collective & Pleasant Valley Youth Choir Of New Orleans - "This Little Light Of Mine"

Don Toliver & Ludwig Goransson - "Flames Of Fortune"

Cedric Burnside, Sharde Thomas - Malloy & Tierinii Jackson - "Wang Dang Doodle"

Miles Caton - "Travelin'"

Bobby Rush & Miles Caton - "Juke"

James Blake & Ludwig Goransson - "Seance"

Hailee Steinfeld - "Dangerous"

Miles Caton - "I Lied To You"

Jack O'Connell, Lola Kirke & Peter Dreams - "Pick Poor Robin Clean"

Tierinii Jackson & Cedric Burnside - "Can't Win For Losin'"

Rhiannon Giddens & Justin Robinson - "Old Corn Liquor"

Lola Kirke, Peter Dreams, Brian Dunphy, Darren Holden & Jack O'Connell - "Will Ye Go, Lassie Go?"

Jayme Lawson - "Pale, Pale Moon"

Jack O'Connell, Brian Dunphy & Darren Holden - "Rocky Road To Dublin"

Jerry Cantrell & Ludwig Goransson - "In Moonlight"

Buddy Guy - "Travelin'"

Alice Smith & Miles Caton - "Last Time (I Seen The Sun)"

Rod Wave - "Sinners"

OG DAYV & Uncle James - "Troubled Waters/Homesick"

Brittany Howard - "Pale, Pale Moon"

Miles Caton - "I Lied To You (Radio Edit)"

Geeshie Wiley - "Pick Poor Robin Clean"

[pedroam-bang]

Black Swan (2010)

[stuff-diary]

Been rewatching Heartbreak High to prepare for season 2 and, while I love the show as a whole, I have to say the Ca$h/Darren storyline might just be one of my favorite queer stories ever. I'm so excited to see what they do with these characters next.

[deathlikelead]

Heartbreak High: S2E4 Legs Open Hearts Broken

[d-criss-news]

melizaj: Things he loved.

Miles 🫂 Rainbows 🌈 Video Games 🎮 Pasta 🍝 Reading (everything!) 📚 Adventures 🏕 Water 🌊 Sports ⚾️ Meat Sweats 🍖 Beautiful Jobsites 🎭 Community 💙💜💚❤️💛 Taking pictures of me while I slept (always) 😴

[darlingsfandom]

Okay okay okay!

I’ve read the stories where Jackson and Crane are like long lost twins or brothers, so we get they could be related but out of the rest of Cillians characters ..

What other characters could be related to each other ??

Personally I think Jackson, Crane and Neil could be triplets but obviously Neil would be the weird one.

[sweetangelofdesirex]

Fix me-Release me: Chapter 4 (There's Something in the Rain)

Notes: I am so so so excited for this chapter. I am starting to really love writing it, especially since this is my first fic since middle school lol.

Summary: It's been a long time since you've talked to Runt, and finally you guys are getting to hang out. Unfortunately, there's more on the forecast than rain.

Word count: 2.6K (It's a long one)

Warnings: Eventual smut, Slow Burrn, It's about to get bumpy. it's getting there and I would like to thank you for reading.

Another note: You are Spider, It's explained in Chapter 3: Charlotte's Web. Also Please feel free to check out the other chapters to this series.

Hearts beating in sync, loud and wild. There’s this need that aches with every touch. He grabs me, I scratch him, he rips a kiss from my lips, desperate and hot. I try to push him away, but he pulls me closer.

“Let me in”

His hand cups my face. He so close, head-to-head, eye-to-eye, heart-to-heart. He knows me. His eyes follows his thumb as it traces my my cheek down to my lips. There’s a tenderness that warms me, a candle flicker. His other arm wraps around my waist pulling me deeper into his embrace. I can feel his chest rising and falling with mine. The flicker has now become fire, blue and feral, threatening to consume us both. I know this is wrong.

“Please spider.”

His voice is a soft pleading whisper, and in an instant the fire surrounds us. The heat makes me want to unravel myself, for him to have all to himself. I want to taste him, my lips brushing against his-and.

I startle awake, my lungs sputtering for air. I search around my room for anything out of the ordinary. It felt so real, to me it was real. Melancholic blue washes over the empty room, and I can’t help the feeling that hitches in my throat. I know it’s just a matter of time.

Pig’s eyes fluttered opened, the silence of the city greeting him along with the grey-blue sky. He pressed his fingers to his lips.

‘So close’

He looked up at her apartment window

‘and yet so far away’

The sweat on his face chilled as the air breezed by, but he was on fire. His skin burned for her touch, and he ached to be inside her. Running his hands up his chest and neck, the burning was insatiable.

‘Yes’ His breath deepens at the thought of his name leaving her sweet honey lips. Her moans with every touch of him in her. He’s so close, and yet

‘It’s not enough’

It wasn’t enough, how long had he dreamt of her? He was tired of using his imagination. He stood up in frustration, and quickly regretted it. Bricks were not the best mattress, and what was he supposed to do? He wasn’t suppose to be here. Shit. He would be in a fuck-ton of trouble if his parole officer found out.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He whispered gently towards her window. It wouldn’t matter to him as long as it meant you were his, and he was yours.

The days before this were sterile, filled with white and grey walls with nothing to do but to dream of her-of their time together. She played in his mind for hours upon hours. At times when he descended into nothingness, she would be waiting for him there. Her tears welling in her eyes, slowly mixing with the blood on her cheek.

“I really can’t fucking stand you.”

The words rung like a church bell in an abandoned town. Thunderous, merciless, and uninterrupted. That fucking night! That goddamn fucking night! Pig slammed his head against the brick.

‘Stupid fuckin’ pig.’ He swore at himself. Red plagued him, it’s subtle laughter mocking him into madness. Once again, he was haunted by her in red. Sorrow tightened in his chest and throat. He knew he fucked up.

drip

A wetness touched his skin pulling him from the dark just in time to see Spider rushing to the bus stop. Her hair obscuring her vision as she frantically fumbled through her bag.

‘Go easy now. Pig, he’ll make it all up to you. promise.’ This is what kept him alive when the darkness was a sweet whisper- a gentle warm hand on his shoulder, he thought about you waiting for him still standing at the very spot where you said those agonizing words. You never left even when you turned your back on him and walked out.

Time passes but I am frozen within it, waiting. I watch as cars cut each other off eagerly rushing to their warm comfortable homes.

5:30

A woman is on the phone cussing on about her cheating boyfriend (hopefully soon-to-be ex) to her bff. Her tears are are masked by the rain, still hurt speaks louder than she.

5:37

I lean against the street lamp for stability, my feet aching from standing all day. My coat is so drenched you would’ve thought my umbrella had holes in it. Each drop of rain makes a difference, a ripple in a puddle. and the umbrella?

5:43

“Spider?” A kind voice comes from behind along with a few gentle taps.

“Runt!-long time no see.” I turn to see Runt, drenched head to heel. The umbrella is nothing against the down pour. “This weather’s a bitch”

“oh yea it’s gettin’ real desperate. Sorry I’m late, My gobshite boss is completely useless, better off workin’ for a rock .” We laugh a little

” ’Stead of goin’ to that pub, y’wanna go somewhere closer?”

“Yesss, my feet are fucking killing me.” I look down at my now ruined suede heels. Money down the drain. “and I could really use some wine-fuck a margarita- 5 shots of whiskey- ”

“Fuck, the whole bar then.” She laughs at the suggestions and then she’s hugging me. A tight hug, and I know just what she means to say. ‘I’ve been so alone.’

“I’ve really missed ya pal.”

“I’ve really miss you too.” She pulls away just enough to peer into my eyes. ‘Which world are you in now?’ That’s what she’s thinking. ‘I don’t know anymore’ I really don’t know.

“Are you ready to fuck shit up or are you gonna keep being cheesy with me?” Her cackling melts away the uncertainty and it’s as if everything is back to the way it was-almost.

“Let’s fuck it up, so. We’ll drown away our sorrows with booze and more booze.”

“and food”

“booze and food.”

Arm-in-arm we go, on the hunt for booze and food and maybe the answer to that question, our heels stumbling over puddles and dying of laughter over the stupid shit that’s happen in our lives.

“Oh, how about here-’Pompeii Pizza-I read on a blog that this place is da bomb.” I said stopping us in our tracks.

“Bomb? Pizza so good, you’ll fucking explode?”

“Exactly!” We crash into the pizza parlor, seeking shelter from the ruthless down pour. Our laughter is cut short but the bright fluorescents flooding the blue and white themed restaurant. It looks like it hadn’t been updated since the 90’s*.*

“Y’sure this is the right place?” No, I must’ve gotten the name wrong, it’s a dump. I shake my head

“Oh well, it doesn’t seem too bad.” I shrug hesitantly. The only saving grace is the beer in the outdated soda case whirring and clanking through it’s endless shift.

‘Turn around’ A sudden charge courses up my spine and through my veins. Why all of a sudden is this happening to me? There’s no way in hell, unless he was following us. I turn to the door, anticipating for it to fly open.

“Can we get a large-y’want pepperoni or cheese?” I turn to Runt, my eyes shifting from the door to her and back. I keep my eyes on her while bringing the beers to the counter.

“Cheese, and these too.”

The door doesn’t open, but the feeling intensifies and I feel my eyes pull to a booth by the window. Runt can tell and she follows my gaze. How is this even possible? Out of all the places? He keeps his head down, eyes fixated on the pile of fries he’s picking at, but I know he knows we’re here. It was always like this.

“£17.83**”** I could rush out, say “Nevermind Runt, let’s hang out some other time.” I could leave back to America, act like this part of my life never happened like I’ve done for these past few years. Sometimes, therapists aren’t always right, but Runt’s face says enough. Etched in her eyes is a girl, frozen in time, held on by the past, not of this world no matter how hard she tries. Just like me.

Her words from the day we met up for the first time, 2 weeks ago, played in mind.

“It was tough, y’know, after that I just…felt like a shell. All numb so. n’ then you were sent back to America…and I was there stuck in that dorm room. I thought I was only goin’ that one time, just a visit. y’know?” She picks at her fingers, anxious and embarrassed by her confession.

“It’s fucked up, I know. At the time, he was the only one I could turn to, as stupid as it sounds. It started to feel like old times-” What was I to say? They were born on the same day at the same time. They had always found solace in each other, maybe…maybe I would’ve done the same.

“Out of 20.” I quickly hand him the cash in hopes that rationality would not reach me in time. The anger, the curiosity, the longing, the heartbreak, the why… Like why am I sitting in this booth with him? In trying to outrun myself I land in a trap. I look at him fussing at the same fry.

lift, drop, lift, drop

“Long time no see, Pig.” There is an icy chill wrapped around each word and peace in the rage between us. Another drop in the puddle.

“Hey Pig” Runt’s voice is a little more vibrant and warm. She’s the buffer between us, and slowly he lifts his head.

“Hey Runt.” He looks just like the boy I remembered, hesitant when he knows he’s done wrong. I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it or what I was expecting, but he’s looking at me. Straight at me-

“Long time, Spider” He smiles softly at me, and what am I to say? What do I do? I just sit and stare at him, and I wonder ‘Did you ever leave that world?’

“What’re you doin’ ere boy?” Runt says trying to break up whatever this is. I pick up a fry from his plate to remove the taste of beer.

“Ew. It’s cold.”

“Lemme try-egh. Pig! How long have you been sittin’ here?”

“Don’t know.” He shrugs at her. “Jus been sittin’ere waitin’ for the rain to stop.” He laughs and suddenly I am awakened. He’s here in front of me, and I can see him clearly, and he’s looking at me. He can see me.

1 lukewarm beer becomes 3 lukewarm beers. No one wants to poke or prod, so the talking is surface. Work and bills, Runt’s stupid boss who really can’t do shit right. With each story he loses more credibility.

3 beers become 6 beers-maybe 7 beers. The seat is more comfortable, and the laughter is easy. I talk about business marketing, and how much I fucking hate it.

“What about fashion? and-” He swipes his lips as if he putting on-

“Make-up?” Runt finishes. Sometimes, I forget that they knew the girl that I was, but not the death of her.

“Parents.” One words says enough. “They know best.” The words taste bitter.

More lukewarm beers down

“And you? What about your mom and brother? How are they?” His mother’s face pops up in my mind, she was a very kind woman. She was there when I need her the most.

“Good, good…yea. I’m livin’ with her for right now.”

“Really? do they still live next to Runt’s parents?” We need more beers for this, and god knows how much we’ve spent.

“Yea-no. New place, ‘bout 2 hours away?”

“Jeez, fuck that’s far.” How did he even get here then?

However many fucking lukewarm beers it takes to get in a jokey-laughy mood.

“Oi pig, look” Runt balances a bottle on her forehead, and we both applaud.

“Bravoooo. Absolutely brilliant, fantastic, amazing Runt does it again.” The trick is amusing, pure entertainment.

beep-beep, beep-beep

“Alright, I wanna try-”

“CLOSING TIME!” The annoyed cook/cashier/owner shouts out. Which is completely rude.

“Gasp, What time is it?”

beep-beep, beep-beep

I check my phone, 2 missed messages from - I ignore them.

“10:45!!-Oh my god.”

“What?! are you coddin’ me?” Runt is rocking side-to-side slurring away.

“Coddin?”

“You fuckin’ with her?” Pig translates.

“No! Girl it’s time to gooo!” I laugh taking the last swig of my drink.

The owner is practically pushing us outside, when lighting surges through the cloudy night.

beep-beep, beep-beep

“Still fuckin’ pouring, my fuckin’ god-” Frustration lingers in her voice. No matter how much it rains it seems the earth can’t get enough. I know.

“Spider?” Runt, I know what you’re going to say. Look I played nice, it was a great time.

“Hmm?” I can feel Pig’s eyes on me waiting to see the reaction to the question we both know she’s going to ask.

“You-your-?” Jesus how many beers did she have? I look to Pig, his sculpted face illuminated by the dim street light. I look back at Runt who’s now leaning on my shoulder.

Finally, We reach the threshold in which the unforgiving down pour meets peaceful familiarity. At least it would be peaceful, if it wasn’t for Pig. If he wasn’t here in my apartment holding the other side of Runt. We plop her on the dining room chair.

“Runt-just sit here for a sec-let me get you some dry clothes.” I turn around to find Pig waiting behind me, rain dripping down his forehead into his eyes. His gaze is soft, a blue fire flickering within. I never thought I would come back here. I never thought I would see her or him again. So much to say and just when I think I found the words-

“Babe, is that you?” The voice comes from the living room, but Pig doesn’t break contact with me.

The frost is melting, and time is starting