Anyone got suggestions for creepy documentaries im in the mood
here you go
not scary scary but its unsettling
What the fuck
Im watching this immediately this looks freaky as shit thank you
I saw this documentary at Sundance when I was working the festival, and every single screening of this film had heightened security, as well as bag and pocket checks before entering the theatre.
Why? Because earlier on in the festival, one of the people from Jane O’Brien Media (the company behind the “tickle cells”) was in the audience disrupting the screening.
At other festivals people from Jane O’Brien Media were kicked out for bringing recording devices into screenings with coffee cups and for continuously attempting to sabotage festival screenings. They hijacked the Q&A at a screening in Los Angeles, where they spent the Q&A portion threatening legal action against the filmmakers.
Not only a great “the truth is stranger than fiction” doc, but an absolutely crucial film to watch in an age where digital media has the power to be used for coercion. There’s a reason why those profiled didn’t want this doc getting out.
Watch it! It’s fucking fascinating and really really weird. I’m not going to spoil anything but the bottom line is it’s fucking amazing what a person can get away with when they have lots of money.
“Cats don’t comfort you when you’re feeling down.”
What a load of crap !!! One thing for certain… cats don’t give a rat’s ass what B.S. you tell about them. They refuse to care less, either about what you think of them, or about the people they love.
“Cats don’t miss you when you’re gone” is a ton of bs. Whenever I leave to go anywhere, I can hear my cats meowing at the door within moments trying to find me. They sit in the window watching for me to come home and they are at the door to greet me almost every single time.
Cats also grieve. This cat watches a video of their owner who had passed away and he tries to cuddle up with the phone. The look on his face when they zoom in on him brings me to tears every time.
One of our cats comes and sleeps next to me when he sees that I’m not feeling well. If he’s in the kitchen when I come down for food with cramps or with a cold, he’ll follow me back upstairs and lay down on me and purr.
Cats are aloof animals who don’t put up with nonsense, will defend their boundaries with claws, and sometimes like to push things down to see what happens, but they aren’t jerks.
THE GRIEVING CAT MADE ME CRY
When I was a kid, our cat used to walk my mum home whenever she visited our neighbours. He would literally wait outside their house and walk home with her.
Dimension!hopping!Rose meets Kilgrave. Not shippy by any means. (AKA I’ve finally written my first teninch fic and it’s bloody Kilgrave XD)
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Her right hand slides into her pocket, closing over the cannon and pressing the initiation trigger. It’s almost charged and ready to go. Ten minutes.
That’s when she sees him.
It’s the Doctor in a different suit.
Rose’s heart stops beating for a moment in the salty New York night air. It’s tinged with something not quite right, but she can’t say what that is. When she moves her lips to call out his name, several times to no response, the tight feeling in her stomach turns to lead. Intuition nags at her chest, warring with hope and determination, and she shouts again, with more desperation.
It’s as he turns, slowly, head tilted back, that she realises she’s made a mistake. Her breath stutters, misty vapour forming in the air, and through it she catches his gaze, cold and bored.
Excerpt from [ Slate.com ] article below with an interesting breakdown of Kilgrave and the Tenth Doctor:
The villain in Jessica Jones is the utterly repulsive Kilgrave (the “Purple Man” from the comics), played by geek hero David Tennant, best known for his tenure as the Tenth Doctor on Doctor Who. The Doctor, as portrayed in the modern-era Who
canon, is pure geek wish fulfillment. He’s unapologetically eccentric,
always snappily dressed, going to great lengths to satisfy his eclectic
tastes and burning curiosity. He takes delight in sticking out a like a
sore thumb, never adapting to the dress code or etiquette of the strange
places he finds himself in, forcing them to adapt to him instead. He’s a
hit with the ladies, picking plucky young people—almost always
beautiful women—to be his sidekicks, the adoring audience to his genius
showman act.
Most of all, he is free. He’s ageless and very hard to kill.
He has access to TARDIS, a device that lets him go anywhere in time and
space at will; his sonic screwdriver lets him unlock any door. There is
no barrier that can stop him from going where he wants and doing what
he wants. Even in Doctor Who, there’s a quiet menace lurking behind the Doctor’s jovial façade—we can envision the tyrannical “Time Lord Victorious” he might become if he breaks his own moral code.
Jessica Jones takes the menace a lot further. Kilgrave—who
talks like the Doctor, acts like the Doctor, picks out Jessica to be his
“companion” the way the Doctor would, and even dresses kind of like the
Doctor (albeit with a purpler color scheme)—is a complete monster. His
power is to ignore social boundaries rather than physical ones, to
automatically obtain consent for any demand he makes, however ludicrous
or destructive, because his mind control literally makes it impossible
to say no. With this power, he demonstrates the old adage that as fun as
it is for nerds to dream about having absolute power, in reality
absolute power turns you into an absolute asshole.
i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”
I will never, ever, not reblog this.
*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.
I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.
“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt
I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.
Mine does.
His name is Robert Downey Jr.
You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.
It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.
I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.
I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?
The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.
I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.
We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.
We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.
The volume of blood was staggering.
I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?
Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.
He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.
He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.
She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”
He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”
He was a movie star, after all.
Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.
We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.
I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.
But I didn’t.
Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.
I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.
I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.
He remembered.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”
He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”
OH MY GOD………………………..
reblog forever
This man has been my inspiration for more years than i can count.
He and I were in rehab just a few months apart. He helped get me through the dark times before and during my addiction, and he helped get me through my darkest times. In fact, i can safely say that he has saved my life on at least 1 occasion.
I owe this man alot.
We’ve never met properly but if i ever get the chance, i want to thank him for everything. He continues to be my inspiration because if RDJ can hit rock bottom then make it to where he is now whilst still being the caring, loving and compassionate person that he is, then so can i.
And so can you.
For Nonny!
Forever Reblogging this.
Goodmorning everybody I’m crying and this is a friendly reminder that Robert Downey Junior is an angel descended from the heavens, picked out by God himself, to make Earth a better place.
💜💜💜🙌🏼👏🏼🙌🏼
I remember reading about this from a magazine. Could be the original post.
One of the best parts about this scene is that it calls back on the trope of the “power fantasy” that is present in pretty much every superhero story, but twists it from the male power fantasy we’re all used to into a uniquely female survivor power fantasy.
So many comics, movies, and shows about superheroes have scenes designed for young male viewers to imagine themselves as the hero and feel that sense of power or empowerment in the most ideal and extreme ways. They get to be huge and muscular, they get to be stronger than their enemies, they get praise, they get to save cities of people from terrorists, criminals, the insane, those society is against.
Jessica Jones is designed for female viewers, especially female survivors of violence to imagine themselves as the hero and feel that sense of power or empowerment in the most ideal or extreme ways. We get to own our narrative of what happened, we get our friends, family, and society to believe us, we get to overcome the manipulation, we get to trust ourselves, we get to forgive ourselves and place the blame squarely on the abusers who were responsible. We get to save people from those who society supports most- wealthy white male abusers with power and influence.
Most importantly, we get the chance, through Jessica, to hold abusers accountable. In this scene, she makes him acknowledge what he did to her. When he tries, as most abusers do, to redefine and minimize what happened, she doesn’t let him. He tries to call raping her “making love” and she electrocutes him. It is a powerful reminder to survivors everywhere that abusers do not own memory, and that they don’t get to decide what ‘really’ happened. There are not simply two, equally valid, points of view on what happened in an abusive relationship. There are wrong answers.
Some viewers who are not survivors have been confused by this scene. I’ve seen people ask if we’re supposed to feel sympathy for Kilgrave, or why no one stopped Jessica. They do not ask these questions in other examples of power fantasy, and the reason why is that the target audience of Jessica Jones is specific and intentional. They don’t understand the significance of these moments because it is not a power fantasy for them. It is a power fantasy for survivors everywhere, and it’s so, so important.
My obsession with Kilgrave comes to an end with my final post about him: a linguistic character study.
I will link you to the document on Google Drive because I am not going to make an 8-page long post here on Tumblr. You might already have read my former posts on Kilgrave; this study takes elements from them and go way beyond them.
I. Kilgrave and the linguistics behind mind-control
This is what you may already have read (here and here) but I develop them a bit further. I discuss there two very different and mighty interesting implications of his powers: the fact that Kilgrave can actually mind-control anyone he speaks to, regardless if they understand English. This hints at a possible theory that human brains encode all languages the same way. This would tend put the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis in question then. Because if languages are managed the same way by the brain, it entails that languages do not act as a filter on our understanding of the world.
The other very important result is that the field of pragmatics is made completely irrelevant when someone is put under Kilgrave’s spell. Pragamtics study how phrasing and context can influence meaning and understanding of certain utterances. But because of Kilgrave’s particles, the victims are no longer able to perceive other, figurative meanings. Every word that Kilgrave addresses to his victims are taken literally. Context in which utterances are made have no longer an impact in the victim’s understanding of speech.
II. As Above, So Below: Kilgrave
through the biblical lens
A fascinating facet of the character is how Kilgrave remind us of biblical and literary figures. Kilgrave’s speech is actually an example of performativity. What he wishes to happen, it happens. It might not happen all on its own but through the actions of his victims, but it remains nonetheless a type of performativty as his words make things come true. It changes the order of the world. Kilgrave’s verbal prowess are reminiscent of God’s “Let there be light”. But Kilgrave’s abilities are also on par with that of the Devil. Kilgrave, just like Lucifer, is able to corrupt by using words. Kilgrave corrupts young and innocent women like Satan does to Eve, for example.
Kilgrave is also worthy of a comparison with figures like Iago, in Shakespeare’s Othello. Iago is the arch-enemy of Othello in the play; he manages to instill doubt and fear in the mind and heart of Othello. His mere words are able to bring down Othello and drag him through a gauntlet of emotional ordeals. Kilgrave’s powers have the same impact as he emotionally scars his victims once they are free from his influence.
III. What makes Kilgrave scary: disrupting
social order
One of the most interesting things about Kilgrave is looking at him through a socio-linguistic lens. Kilgrave can order people around thanks to his powers but in real life, orders can only be given in certain specific situations. The right person has to show signs of authority in the right context for his “speech of authority” to be understood. However, Kilgrave does not obey these laws; his powers allow him to disregard the criteria necessary to give orders. There are social expectations and codes that individuals have to respect but Kilgrave does not. This is why in this regard I call him a social order disrupter.
IV. Kilgrave as a symbol of
Anglo-Saxon linguistic hegemony
Finally, another interpretation of the character we can make is how Kilgrave embodies Anglo-Saxon cultural dominance. The fact that Kilgrave can mind-control and be understood anyone regardless of the victims’ language is a testimony of how the Anglo-Saxon culture has been imposed (linguistically, culturally, diplomatically) on other societies. This trait is rooted in the origins of the character who was created in 1964 by two men who worked in New York City. The character’s origins in the series have been revamped to make Kilgrave a Brit named Kevin Thompson. In the series, Kilgrave is a pure product of Anglo-Saxon linguistic hegemony since he fits the stereotype of English-speakers who only speak English and nothing else and who can get away with it since the world has adapted to them by learning English. This is very much in tone with what we have seen of Kilgrave in the series where he invades and imposes his presence in other people’s homes.
Me: capitalism is bad i think im a socialist lets see what thats all about
Every anti capitalism post on here: dont even breath near me if youre a neo trotskyist can we talk about how joe burger uprooted the primemedicalist structure of the early 1800s Soviet union or is that too tankie anarcho maoist
Me, now sobbing: please sir im a dumbass
Hey comrades! If you want to learn about socialism, I HIGHLY recommend these youtube content creators. Not only did I learn about socialism through engaging visuals, I was also comforted by the gaze of someone looking into a camera…. ❤
Badmouse (on private property, what to each according to his need means, and more) he has great visuals. I would reccomend a brief history of anarchism too, it’s great.
Mexie She talks about environmental issues and the environment, and brings current examples of the material reality of capitalism today, it’s much more pragmatic and relevant than reading theory alone, i think.
Philosophy Tube has a little series on Marxism AND ANOTHER on Liberalism, which is what a lot of leftists talk about nowadays…
I used to be a newbie, I didn’t know the difference between socialism and communism, and so on… but after watching a lot of youtube videos not only do I feel I have a greater understanding, but I’ve become acquainted with the language and the sort of gist of it, so I’m very confident and comfortable with beginning to dive into some of harder texts, like Lenin’s Imperialism, the final stage of Capitalism, Capital by Marx, and so on and so forth.
If you’re advanced in your knowledge, but haven’t read Capital, I’d reccomend David Harvey’s series on reading Capital —- very helpful to me, as I am a social learner
Jab loves robots 