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I was explaining Goncharov to my dad and he theorized that martin Scorsese himself decided to start this whole thing from a fake account so that he could steal our ideas and produce the film. And honestly i hope he's right because it's the only way this whole story could be even funnier
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if historians find out about the Goncharov stuff, will they believe its real and something that was genuinely lost to time? or will there be evidence of it being fake?
@gonchayas : ( as the black hound. ) thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. / accepting.
LUMINE THINKS SHE LIKES THE BLACK HOUND.
It's disgusting, monstrous, another Fatui toy that the world will be better off without — but it's also a CHALLENGE, and Lumine hasn't had a PHYSICAL CHALLENGE in a while. TARTAGLIA ONLY STILL BREATHES BECAUSE SHE'D MISS THE CATHARSIS OF BREAKING HIM REGULARLY. LYNEY'S GOT A FEW YEARS, TOPS, BEFORE LUMINE DECIDES TO RIP HIS SPINE OUT. SHE ALMOST HOPES THE DOCTOR SPITS MORE COPIES SO LUMINE HAS MORE OF THEM TO KILL. But THIS FREAK ——— !!
She feels her movements going sluggish — her body breaking, bleeding, struggling to keep up. LUMINE WON'T LOSE, THOUGH! It's a foregone conclusion! The hero can't die until the story's over, and THE TOOL HERO ALWAYS KILLS THE MONSTER!!
and while lumine may well be a monster, too, the black hound is most certainly not the hero. THEY ARE BOTH PUPPETS, THOUGH! OR WORSE!
Her next attack is slower — they dodge easily, wounds her in the effort, and she clutches at the new gash in her collarbone, atop one of the scars Childe left. Light escapes through her fingers, shining cold and sterile against her face.
"Thought you'd be lighter without all that blood," the Hound says. OH! It's playing with its food. Lumine's head tilts — Lumine's mouth splits. Making fun of her for getting slow! The blood that bubbles against his palm, against the light trying to escape the too - thin confines of this bound body, is black as pitch.
"You like my blood?" SO DOES TARTAGLIA. OR DID. THE LAST TIME THEY SPARRED, HE CALLED IT CHEATING. Lumine drops to a crouch, bloody palm falling to Festering Desire's hilt. It loves Lumine's blood. It loves Lumine's sick. "Let me show you a NEAT TRICK."
She's plenty light, now — plenty fast. Appears behind him; is gone when it turns, carried by arching, violet lightning. Her hand raises, black blood staining it, just as they turn back to face where she's disappeared — that hand slams into his helmet, hard enough it cracks. And keeps cracking when Lumine's grip tightens, even as the other fights back. Lumine's eyes glow bright, and when there's FLESH revealved beneath the hiding, her hand presses harder, CURSED BLOOD ATOP THE MONSTER'S FACE.
The monster looks like a person. Both of the monsters look like ———
When Lumine leaps back, they're swaying, ragdoll, sluggish again — not smiling. Eyes still glowing. And their blood HURTS THE OTHER, they can tell by the way it shouts, grasping at its face, PATHETIC. PATHETIC! LUMINE SURVIVES WITH THIS BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS EVERY DAY!! THIS BLOOD, THAT'S KILLED THE GRASS BENEATH THEIR FEET WHERE IT FALLS. THIS BLOOD, THAT'S SICK SICK SICK FOR THIS WORLD THAT HATES HER FOR HER BROTHER THAT LEFT HER. A cruel gift is still a gift. WILL THE ACID OF THEIR BLOOD SCAR THE MONSTER?? LIKE THIS WORLD HAS SCARRED LUMINE?
She thinks she likes the Black Hound. She likes a challenge. She likes an excuse to go all - out. MOST ALL, SHE THINKS SHE'LL LIKE SCARRING THEM UP.
Is there an instruction manual to participate in this mass hallucination?
(Also I love how so many goncharov spellings are trending, and then someone just gave up and said gonchposting)
Let’s talk about how the poem his wife has filled his house with chintz is reflected in the relationship between Goncharov and Andrey. Katya never has a direct conversation with andrey and in the only scene where he actually enters their home she has already betrayed Goncharov. The confrontation in the house between Goncharov and andrey is one of the only “real” scenes in the play (to keep it real I fuck him on the floor) and that is where Goncharov dies because of it. Especially given that Katyas role in the movie can be considered “over” at that point matching with the past tense of the poem given that she’s in the boathouse and isn’t seen again, we don’t know if she recovers, she’s no longer a part of that relationship.
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tbh i love what goncharov says about the tumblr community.
the fact that we’re all just coming together to make edits, analysis posts, fake discourse, a plotline, and movie posters for a joke that only exists because someone once posted a picture of a boot with “goncharov” on it
and just the commitment to the bit of it being an old movie that got dug up and engaging with it specifically the way tumblr fan culture does.
It’s the best example of “yes, and” that I’ve seen, I love it so much
Me after watching the entire 3hr 35minutes of Martin Scorsese’s 1973 masterpiece, Goncharov, and the subtext isn’t made into text:
Not seeing nearly enough people talking about my absolute favorite scene in Goncharov (1973).
My babygirl Al Pacino fucking killed it in this role. He deserved a fucking Oscar for this scene.
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