Nope 2022 - Blog Posts
The Devil is my leader
He(?) is my
Leader(?), the Universe spits in my
Face- by giving
Me breakfast: muffins.
Coward.
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Yap sesh over, I hate this country.
Idfk anymore man
GUYS TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ARE HERE AND NOW I NEED TO SCRRAM AND CRY AND THROW UP
( @thedancingclowns and @cosmo112 I'm dragging you in here with me PUHLEASE tell me you've read The Wicker King before bc omg if you haven't NOW YOU HAVE TOIKO)
"I will cast abominable filth at you, make you vile, and make you a spectacle." Nahum 3:6
If We Were Villains - M.L. Rio / Twenty-four months - Everymanhybrid / Paparazzi performed at the 2009 VMAs - Lady Gaga / Class Trial 6 - Danganronpa V3 / Ricky "Jupe" Park - Nope (2022) / christmas. - Everymanhybrid / The Wicker King - K. Ancrum
Jean Jacket (unfolded) from Nope
Made with acrylics/oil paints, I figured I celebrate the occasion of Halloween by painting a recreated screenshot of Jean Jacket’s true form. Ever since I watched the movie, I have always been fascinated by this creature, the themes surrounding it, and especially how it works. If Peele ever decides to make a sequel, I definitely want to learn more about what these things are, if there are more, and where they came from.
“Nope” and Jean Jacket belongs to Universal Studios, Monkey Paw Productions, and Jordan Peele
☁️ loved this movie and keke’s Emerald so much🤎🤎
/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...
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nothing here yet :(
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My take on a humanized Jean Jacket
She is a woman of very little words.
I also gave her a horse named Curse.
Jupe is taking the picture
There are some beautiful moments between Emerald and OJ at the end of the scene; and then they play or they do something…. The only time you see a bit of play with OJ is when Emerald gets it out of him, ya know? Because she’s the only person that can really unlock him.
- Daniel Kaluuya
Being seen can make you rageful
Being seen can make you feel loved
Being seen can be about exploitation
Being seen can be about understanding but not intruding
Being seen can be both the most wonderful and most horrifying thing to ever happen to you, and it all depends on who sees you
Nope has caused a physical shift somewhere deep in my soul and I am not ok
OK, so.
I have rewatched Nope in a quiet room with no interupptions as God (Jordan peele) intended and I have some new opinions on some characters specifically Jupe so buckle up motherfuckers cause this is all I'm going to talk about for quite awhile!
The first time I watched the movie I hated Jupe and thought he was a egotistical moron who doomed himself and everyone he loved for another chance at fame but on the second rewatch I realized that I felt nothing but pity for him.
Jupe was a traumatized child til the very end and was never able to move on from the Gordy's home incident. He had to believe he was chosen or special because if he didn't then that meant he survived unscathed for no reason other then a tablecloth and and good timing and that truly would have broken him more then the truma ever could.
From that point on that was all he was because he could never move past it to the point where he got all the pieces of his personality and brand from before the Gordy incident, because he genuinely did not know how to move away from it, so he just...didn't. He recycled these pre written parts from his past to be his future, the western theme and the over the top cowboy persona, for God's sake the costumes his kids wore were just old camera reels on monkey bodies (a detail I never would have pieced together with scrolling through the nope tag)
The parallels between childhood Jupe looking at Gordy through the tablecloth to adult jupe looking at Jean Jacket was the final moment where I decided he wasn't a character meant to be hated, he's a character meant to be pitited. He has always been a scared kid both outrunning his past and chasing it in this never ending cycle who finally found out that he wasn't chosen or special or magic. He was saved by a table cloth once, but once was all he got.
I just watched Jordan peele's nope for the first time tonight and the longer I have thought about it the deeper I love I am falling. It's a western horror reverse horse girl movie with what is most certainly the most graphic and disturbing vore scene that has ever been filmed as well as a social commentary about the abuse and down right neglect that animals and poc have faced in the film industry since the literal beginning of film. I am watching again tomorrow alone and with a much closer eye to find what I have most certainly missed
Continuing on that note I feel that there is also horror in surviving these encounters. There the death that’s awful but there is also fear in knowing that you experienced that while all others died. We live in a society we’re people are getting hurt left and right while others never can’t even imagine that pain. It hurts to know people died, or even that people live through this and we just sit here, as they do work that will probably bring us something that we won’t even think is that important, even with all the blood it holds.
changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
Agosto se fecha e com ele vêm as atualizações de favoritos do mês no Letterboxd - e a estranha chateação de perceber que os eleitos dos últimos 31 dias não têm pôsteres que ficam bem juntos.
"Nope" de Jordan Peele não é a maior nota do mês, mas a experiência de ir ao cinema depois de um bom tempo encerrada dentro de casa foi, de fato, especial.
Minha lista para o ano está crescendo - desordenada e um pouco desconexa, mas queridíssima por me lembrar que muita coisa que estive postergando, finalmente estou conseguindo assistir esse ano.
Horror movie characters as tweets
rearranged the posters in my room to make space for the substance
maybe i’m just being pretentious here but for as thematically rich and layered of a film nope is once you start peeling back the layers i feel like it’s also not a hard movie to quote-unquote “get” if you use like, even just two of your brain cells lmao. jordan peele’s use of symbolism is incredibly intelligently crafted but it’s also like, not subtle at all (and that’s not a criticism i think it really works and he pulls it off really well lol) so the fact that there are apparently people coming out of this film not understanding what it’s about or thinking the gordy plotline is superfluous is genuinely baffling to me
Same (sighs) same…
I promise I understand Nope I PROMISE I understand the many rich layers to it but I am NOT articulate enough to form any of my own thoughts about it without sounding like an insane person so all I can offer you is Angel silly little man
Absolutely in love with this fan art 😍😍
everyone has been so smart and eloquent about Nope, about the spectacle and the horror & thrill of being "seen", about the "bad miracle" and all its moral implications, and I wanna faff about it too, but what I'm mostly thinking about is how we are both the animal and the technology.
that first "moving picture" of the black man on the horse, the precursor - the "ancestor" - is not just about film and art and entertainment and exploitation and anonymity, but also about the way we are both the jockey and its visual representation, because we inhabit both modes of being: we are riders and hunters, but we also project ourselves into the beyond, into art, film, pictures, technology, artificial intelligence, residing somewhere between the animal and technological. The siblings don't manage to defeat the beast by becoming it or taming it, or by outsmarting it with technology. It's a mixture of both and neither, it's something in between, it's Emerald on a bike and OJ on a horse and the tandem of nature and machine, biology and construct - just like jean jacket.
in that sense, the classical question of "who is the real alien" becomes redundant in this movie. We, all of us, are "not of planet earth", we are literally "out of this world", both inside it and beyond it, we are as strange and maddening as the creature in the sky, devouring everything in our path. our bowels are the camera obscura, and we're constantly feeding, processing, producing content, part sitcom, part horror show, we are the shoe standing up, we too are a bad miracle
i know this is just because of the specific ways in which i personally am unwell but what's horrifying to me about jupe is like. what if the only shape your life can make is a circle leading you right back to the moment in childhood you've been trying to get away from as long as you've been alive. what if you were never going to end up anywhere else. what if the beginning determines the end no matter what happens in the middle
Annoying Gothic Prick
Angel Torres x Reader
Notes: i guess i sounded very petty last time. The Ao3 fics are amazing. Go read them. But damn there needs to be more hype on tumblr. Maybe i m obsessed maybe i´m hyperfixating. Maybe i `m maybeline?! Okay ill stop. But please nope fandom write more. I’ll read everything. Love, Mai :D
Warning: bad writing, english isnt my first language, some spoilers i guess
You have been working for Fry`s Electronics for half a year now. You didnt mind the job at all. The customers were mostly friendly and the payment was alright. Obviously it could have been a lot better , but you were never someone to complain about that. You truly didnt mind going there every morning and being one of the last employees to leave in the evening. You truly, wholeheartedly liked your job, right?
It was Friday afternoon when you walked into fry´s. You just had a small meal at the diner next door across the parkinglot. You spend almost every lunch break there. The lady who owned it, already knowing your face and greeting you friendly every time you entered her place.
„ heeey! Welcome back!“ Nessie, your coworker and only friend at work, screamed running to you. She was never that excited. She was definitely planning something. Most of the time she was standing in one corner of the store ignoring the customers and playing animal crossing on her phone.
„ you wont believe what happend when you were gone“
You rolled your eyes. You could already imagine what had happened. A customer's pants had slipped down, someone had tried to steal a huge high-tech TV set, or Angel had gotten on Nessie's nerves again with stories of world conspiracies.
Angel.
Angel was the bane of your existence.
You did really like your job. In the beginning at least. But after your first few weeks you got promoted and changed to a different department in the store. And your supervisor wasnt as motivated and friendly as the one you had in the beginning. Your supervisor and therefore boss who was able to let you do everything he wanted, was a overworked, constantly rambling conspiracy theory believer. Angel.
You truly didnt believe you hated him. You were just constantly annoyed and irritated by him. He practically ignored you for the first week or so and then started suddenly interrupting you while you worked. You just knew he didnt like you. And so you decided you weren’t gonna like him.
„Angel for sure has a crush on someone.“
„What?“
Nessie laughed. „Oh so nowwww your interested. You were staring at him again. If i didnt know that you hated him, i could assume you were kinda into him.“
„ Nessie! Shut up.“ you whisper shouted and nudged her arm. „ I could never like him. He is so load and obnoxious, talking about his stupid alien shit and why is he always doing that thing with his hair when he is nervous. Its so dumb. And i mean look at his shirt it’s definitely to small for him. He is probably just wearing that to show of his massive bizeps.“
you knew you were the one who was rambling now. But you couldn’t stop. You just loved to talk about how annoying he is.
Angel saw you guys staring at him. He looked irritated and was doing that thing with his hand again. He would do it everytime he got nervous. He rubs with his hand through his bleached hair always making a mess out of it.
„ Can you two please stop standing in the middle of the store gossiping and go back to your work.“ He teased. „ Or do you wanna share your story ?“
Nessie gave me a wink and said something like „go talk to him about your problem with his shirt“, before she walked away into another isle probably playing on her phone again.
„ and do you wanna tell me something gorgeous ?“ he fake flirted with you. You cringed at the nickname, turning around he was now standing next to you, leaning on a refrigerator that was on sale. He was taller than you, his body towering over you. You looked up only to regret it instantly. He did have a pretty face. Even you could see that. You took a step back almost crashing into a customer who was looking rather stressed. You looked back at Angel, who wasnt looking as confident anymore. Before you began walking away going to your work, you made sure to answer his question quickly.
„Nope“
Several hours later, the sun was beginning to set, you already talked to the last customer. The afternoon was really quiet. Normally fridays were full of people and it was loud and hectic. Today was different, there wasnt a lot going on. Just some minor Angel incidents. How Nessie always called them. One happend shortly after your arrival. You bumped into him while hiding from a creepy old dude who wanted to ask you on a date. An hour later you saw him illegally observe the security camera of two customers that you saw in here the other day. You had a small fight over it, but you didnt really had a chance against his absurd alien arguments. The last thing was more about Nessie, she told you about her theory again that Angel definitely had a crush on someone. She told you how he was staring into the distance and getting all nervous when she asked him about it.
You couldn’t really say that the idea of Angel having a crush didnt make you a little angry. It was confusing. You couldn’t stand him, right? Him with his stupidly handsome face. And that small smirk. And his soothing voice telling unbelievable story’s . And his dumb muscular body and…
stop! You could not stand this man. That’s how its always been. It should stay this way.
He wouldn’t like you back anyway.
The store was closing in half an hour. You were beginning to clean up some things and began walking towards the break room. The room was already dark besides the lighting of the drinks dispenser. Nobody was spending time in here besides in the lunch break time. But the room was to small for all the employees so most of them spend their lunch break rather outside or the diner next to fry’s.
„What are you doing in here?“ of course it was him. You weren’t gonna turn around. You headed towards your locker and grabbing your clothes and purse.
„ you know, i actually wanted to change out of these work clothes here“ you explained while pointing down at the shirt you were wearing. „ but now that you are here, i can forget about that.“
„Oh you know i wouldn’t mind at all“ Angel was grinning. And you started to get angry. You couldn’t believe it. Why was he bothering you all the time. You just wanted to go home and not think about the man for like three hours. You could feel your body getting heated.
„ of course you wouldn’t.
But you know what, i would rather get eaten by a shark, or spend a day in a room full of spiders or i dont know climb the Mount Everst , than have you see me change out of my shirt.“ and again you were the one rambling and talking stupid things. Why didnt you have some better shit in your mind than that come back.
„i can’t believe i never noticed it before“
he was walking closer towards your locker. His hand in his hair again. So was he nervous?! Why would he be nervous…
„Noticed what?“
„ i really didnt believe Nessie at first, but you do like me.“
„ What the hell are you talking about. You are the most annoying gothic prick.“
You truly didn’t had the best responses. But your brain just seemed to stop working whenever he was around.
„ You know you are kinda hot when you’re angry. This could potentially be one of the reasons i love to piss you off.“
You really didnt care about changing anymore. This was stupid. He was playing with you. Nessie probably gave him twenty bucks to say something annoying like that to you. You would definitely kill her later. She was probably sitting in front of the door laughing or hiding somewhere else. You grabbed your stuff and went towards the exit door. On your way out you made sure to bump into his shoulder, not caring at all. You felt tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t gonna cry in front of him.
Angel noticed how your chest rose and fell a lot quicker than before.
„Honestly fuck you, Angel.“
He grabbed your arm towering over you. You were looking into his eyes. He was suddenly very close. Has he always been that tall? You could smell his aftershave and the nicotine of his last smoked cigarette. He was leaning down. Almost whispering.
„Would you?“
You definitely didnt plan to ever do what you did next. You definitely hadn’t thought about it every time you wanted to shut him up. You closed the distance between your lips and he moaned into the kiss. His hands were grabbing your waist as yours where grabbing onto his short hair. „ i hate you“ you where kissing him again. „ i hate you more“ you gasped while he kissed down your neck holding you tightly against his chest. He was lifting up your shirt and tossing it on the floor while you were grabbing on his biceps and kissing his lips again.
It was a full on make out session and you weren’t sure what would have happend afterwards until someone opened the door. Nessie was standing in front of you both. Angel jumped back and mumbled something like „ she was just about to change „ as he left with a red face and tighter pants. Nessie was just laughing and clapping.
„ I fucking knew it“
Angel Torres x reader
Notes: hey guys. I waited like over two weeks but because almost nobody else is interested in writing some nope fanfictions, i’ m gonna do it. Be aware, my writing is Not Good. And if your also waiting for nope ffs pls Write some. I look at these tags daily!!!! These characters deserve some love! Maybe if I‘m not totally depressed again, I’m gonna write another one.
Warnings: english isnt my First Language, blood, spoilers, some swearing
„Fuck“
Dust and sand had mixed with your tears. Once again you rubbed your eyes and looked up.
No matter how many times OJ had told you that you should not look up.
Jean Jacket was no longer visible. In front of you was only a cloudless sky. In another context it would have been the perfect day. Blue sky, nothing but space.The sun was shining in the afternoon heat. But right now you only felt fear.
Slowly you began to stand up. Your ankle hurt. You remembered that while running you had tripped over one of the wires. Weeks ago you wanted to help the Haywood siblings to remove the wires behind the old barn. But there had always been too much to do at the horse ranch. It had only been 6 months since Mr. Otis Haywood had died in a strange way. It was still unexplainable. He had taught you to ride as a child. He was a kind man and a good teacher. His children always following him around, trying to help as much as they could. You remember OJ standing on the edge of the gate laughing. You hadn't really been very skilled. Emerald, who was only two years older, was standing next to him. She knew how difficult some horses could be. She started cheering you on. While her big brother just rolled his eyes.
Even today, the two had a similar dynamic. Em was loud and cheerful, she loved to play pranks with you on the other farm workers, but especially on her brother. Often you would stay with her long after work hours and you would cook together and sing loudly in the kitchen to Mr haywood's old records. She has always been your friend but you two got really close after what had happend with her father. She talked about it, when it was just the two of you sitting on the porch drinking a glass of wine on a Sunday evening.
Her brother was different. OJ was quiet instead. Most of the time he watched situations rather than get involved in them. He was the silent observer. But never in such a way that it was uncomfortable. He was more like a protector watching over you. A big brother. It was difficult for him to open up. He didnt really talk about what happend. But you could see it in his face, he was thinking about it all the time. And when we all found about Jean Jacket. He didnt want to run away. He wanted to face the animal that killed his father. And he was gonna protect his horses, his home, his friends and his sister. That's why he was so annoyed at first that you and Em wanted to be part of the whole Jean Jacket plan. He thought it was too dangerous. But the farm and the horses were his whole life. And it had always been a second home to you, so it was clear that you would do anything to make the plan work.
You freed your foot from the wire and took a closer look. It was smeared with blood and your pants were torn open, but it probably looked worse than it actually was. You could still feel your foot. It hurt when you started standing up. You tried to move slowly. The house in front of you still red and bloodied. The remnants of the previous nights lay around the porch. You tried not to look too closely, the fear of catching parts of your friends on the roof above the door was to big. You had not yet been able to think further about what exactly had happened. The crazy movie maker that was Antlers Holst had run right into Jean Jacket's arms. That was the last thing you could consciously remember. After that you ran and woke up unconscious next to the horse paddock. A horrible feeling spread in your stomach. "What if... no. I can't even think like that."
Angel was safe. You were sure of that. No one had as much useless knowledge about alien attacks and UFOs as Angel. If anyone could survive something like that, it would be him. You couldn't think anything else. Tears welled up in your eyes and the nauseating feeling spread throughout your body. It almost felt like your throat was closing up. Angel couldn’t be hurt. You wouldn’t know what to do. Last night you had been talking to him. He was afraid and still he didnt think twice about helping you. You wished you could have just grabbed his stupid face and gave him a kiss. Maybe this could have been the last chance to do so. But you were too nervous. The handsome man with his way to goodlooking smile would never be interested in you. And maybe he was dead now. You didnt see him after all that happend. Jean Jacket could have eaten him. That was the new life you had to make sense now. The guy you had a massive crush on got eaten by an alien that looked like a fucking eye. You were sure you wouldnt find a support group for something like that. You started crying even more. The tears were running down your cheeks. He needs to be alive. Everything around you started spinning. You were ready to puke but instead you collapse in front of the Haywoods door.
Its about two Hours later when Angel finally reaches the house. Its already dark outside. The aching pain in his Body is distrecting him from his enviroment. He doesn’t remember what truly happend. Stuff was laying around and he was trying hard not to trip over it. A small Body was laying on the Front portch. He would recognise this face anywhere. It was in his mind and in his dreams for the last weeks. He wanted to shout your name but his voice was to croaky. He reached the porch and sat down next to you. His hands were cold and sprinkled with his own blood. He reached up to your head and started stroking your hair. He let out a rough chuckle. Even though you just fought an alien and survived you still looked really nice. You always looked nice. And pretty. He had thought about telling you before the whole plan, but somehow he was too nervous. Normally he was outgoing and loud,often annoying the people around him. He really liked talking and so he was doing it most of the day. But every time he spent alone with you he didnt know what to say. He was suddenly quiet. His mind was racing at the same time trying to come up with the perfect thing to say. And his hands where fidgeting with the nearest object. You were also smart and interested in the things he was rambling to OJ and Em about. And sometimes you looked at him. It felt like you could truly see him. Looking through him, into his soul. Finding his deepest darkest secrets but not being able to look away. Angel knew he adored you the first time he saw you walking towards him. And now here you where laying in his arm. But not exactly in the way he had dreamed about it. Your hair was soft against his chapped fingers. He saw your eyes open.
„ hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?“
The first thing you saw where his bleached hair and that handsome smirk. His arms where wrapped around you, securing your weak body. One hand was caressing your cheek the other was holding you tightly against his chest. His body was covered in bloody wounds and cuts. It was probably hurting him holding you that way but he didnt really seemed to care.
„ i thought i lost you.“
You started crying. He was alive.
„ that stupid fucking filmmaker. He could have gotten you killed.“
Angel was trying to hold it in, but started quietly crying too.
„ I am alright. We both survived. We will be alright.“
Tears where running down both of your faces. Your hand was touching his cheek. You were leaning into him. His eyes were darting to your mouth. And before you could really think about it your hands where both cupping his face and he closed the proximity between you too. It was a short and soft kiss. You were pressing your foreheads against each other. Softly mumbling with closed eyes and a lowered voice.
„Yes. I think so too. We will be alright, Angel.“
