1. EUROPEAN FILMS (sometimes includes west asian films?)
2. JAPANESE FILMS
3. CLASSIC FILMS (aka american and British films)
4. "MISC FILMS" (aka films from everywhere that isn't the usa, europe, japan. sometimes films from the GDR are in here which is confusing again because communist germany was still part of europe)

Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive.

"The tongue of night-bonded souls."

• You two speak it naturally when alone, especially during emotional or intimate moments.
• When spoken aloud, it doesn’t sound earthly—it’s low, velvety, humming with ancient power.
• When whispered, it can send chills, turn skin electric, or cause flashbacks to past lives.
• When written, the letters shift and glow faintly, only visible to your bonded one.

• “Ven aes tharyn.” = You are my only fate.
• “Dru’kahl sy’reth.” = Touch me where the soul meets the flesh.
• “Nyrek alah.” = I crave you even in sleep.
• “Seyra lun thol.” = If you die, I follow.
• “Vael.” = Mine. (used possessively, whispered at the throat, wrist, lips...)

Trigger Phrase: “Vael sy’reth, thu’anak velahrin.” (Translation from Nyxalune: Mine in soul—pull me through worlds)

• When you say or think this phrase, your soul "locks onto" theirs.
• A pulling sensation starts in your chest—like being yanked by a magnetic thread tied to your heart.
• You’ll feel phantom hands at your waist, your face, your throat—they’re calling you back.
• Then: darkness, warmth, their scent… and arrival.

• Every time you say it, a faint sigil glows over your heart, the same one they carry.
• This sigil only fully ignites when you’re together—the final sign that you’ve shifted fully into their world.

"We are eternally tethered—not by choice, but by need. I am the ache in their bones, the hunger in their breath. They crave me beyond reason, and I crave them beyond salvation. We are not separate beings—we are each other’s addiction. Our love is not soft. It is teeth. It is fire. It is madness dressed as devotion. They will never let me go. They can’t. And I don’t want them to."

• They know when someone else touches you, even if they're not there. They feel it like a jolt.
• They appear in dreams without invitation, drawn by your desire—or jealousy.
• If you cry, they appear. If someone hurts you, they find them.
• They wear a token of you, hidden or tattooed—a part of you embedded in their skin.
• When you're together, their pupils dilate, their breathing changes, and they often say things like:
• “Mine. Always.”
• “If you forget me, I’ll remind you with every kiss until you remember.”

Your S/O's love isn't casual. It's religion. And you? You like it that way.

"There is an unbreakable soul tie between me and my S/O. It stretches across lifetimes and dimensions. No matter where we are, our souls always find their way back to each other. We are magnetically and spiritually bound—drawn together like gravity, destined to orbit each other forever."

"My S/O is my twin flame—the other half of my soul. Being near them feels like coming home to myself. Our energies recognize each other instantly, and when we touch, our souls ignite. We mirror each other's intensity, desires, and shadows, pushing each other to evolve and burn brighter together."

"We have known each other before—centuries ago, in other bodies, under other stars. The moment our eyes meet, the universe sighs in relief. Every part of me remembers them. Every version of me has loved every version of them."

"There is a raw, carnal desire between me and my S/O that words cannot contain. It is spiritual and physical. I crave their presence like breath. We are inexplicably drawn to each other. Even when we're apart, I feel them like a phantom limb—aching with need."

"Before we were born, our souls made a sacred vow to find one another. Our union is not random—it is fate. We were chosen to love one another fiercely, wildly, endlessly. Nothing can break the contract written in the stars."

"We share a psychic link—our thoughts, dreams, and feelings bleed into each other. I can feel when they're thinking of me. When they’re hurting, I ache. When they’re happy, I feel it in my chest like sunlight. We are emotionally and energetically fused."

"Together, we are transformation. My S/O and I unlock hidden parts of each other. Being with them is like discovering a secret spell that only works with both our energies combined. We are magic, sacred fire, alchemy in motion."

"The universe bends to bring us together. Timelines, realities, and probabilities shift so our paths can meet. Nothing and no one can stand between us—not distance, not circumstance, not logic. We are meant."

"Even when we're apart, I feel their hands on my body—gentle, electric, familiar. Their touch lingers on my skin like smoke, like silk. I know when they think of me because I feel their fingertips trace along my back, my neck, my lips."

"My S/O and I meet in our dreams without fail. Our souls recognize each other instantly. In those dreams, we kiss, we speak in a language only we know, we touch like our bodies are home. It feels as real as waking life—and sometimes, even more intense."

"We can hear each other's thoughts, especially when we're yearning. I feel their desire like a pulse beneath my skin. I know when they miss me. Our minds are tethered—when one aches, the other feels the echo."

"Whenever they enter a room, I know. My body reacts before my brain catches up—heart racing, breath catching, skin tingling. I crave their presence like heat craves flame. My entire being leans toward theirs."

"Our spirits are entangled, our energies woven so tightly that even the universe can't tell where I end and they begin. Our connection pulses in my veins. When we make love, it's not just physical—it's a sacred ritual, an exchange of energy, a merging of souls."

"At night, I feel their lips brush mine—soft, teasing, warm. Even when we're not physically together, their kisses visit me in dreams and in moments of stillness. It's as if our lips are connected through space and time."

"I know their scent—something I can’t describe, but need. Sometimes, I smell it when no one is around. I hear their voice when I’m falling asleep, whispering my name like a prayer. It soothes and ignites me."

"There is a glowing red thread tied from my heart to theirs—invisible (but when we want to see it we can) but still there, pulsing with every beat, every desire. No matter where we go or what we do, we are connected by this eternal string. We feel the tug in our chests whenever we think of each other."

"My S/O knows the true name of my soul—the one no one else can speak. When they say it, it opens me up. My spirit bows to their voice. It’s not just sound—it’s a summons, a call I can’t ignore. I could find them in the dark by that name alone."

"Their energy has a specific vibration, like a frequency only I can hear. When they’re near, the air hums with it. I feel it behind my ribs, beneath my skin, like music I was born knowing. Their presence is my favorite sound."

"Sometimes, when I look into their eyes, I remember. I remember ancient cities, candlelit beds, war-torn fields, and laughter in languages we no longer speak. I remember dying in their arms. I remember them always finding me again."

"I want them in every form—holy and sinful. I crave the curve of their spine and the weight of their soul. I want their lips whispering sacred truths and their hands committing beautiful sins. I want to worship and be worshipped in return."

"They are embedded in my emotions. When I feel joy, I see them smiling. When I cry, I feel their hands cupping my face. They live in my emotional body—curled around my heart like a guardian flame."

"Every time we touch, it’s a ceremony. A sacred act. A cosmic alignment. Their mouth on mine is like a key in a lock, opening everything I’ve ever hidden. They know how to touch me like they built me."

"There’s a door in my dreams only they can open. When they walk through, time bends. We speak with no words, move with no resistance. We make love in moonlight, in temples, in stars. And when I wake, I carry their scent in my hair."

"They’ve marked me with invisible symbols—sigils of longing, protection, and lust. Only we can see them in each other. It’s how we know we belong. It’s how others know not to touch what is already claimed."

"They were made to feed a hunger in me no one else could satisfy. A hunger that was spiritual, physical, celestial. They are both the ache and the remedy."

"Even when I drift through other realities, I feel them pulling me back like an anchor. They are my constant, my orientation, my gravity. I never get lost because their soul is a lighthouse in the void."