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Victor Buono and Vic Morrow being tourists in Istanbul during shoothing of “Target: Harry” in 1967.

#like his casual clothing? the camera around his neck?? #mentally i'm holding his hand taking a romantic walk in 60s istanbul.......

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By Judy Miller, one of Vic's female plus size friends (like his bestie Peggy Kellner):

i wish he would make fat sex jokes about me

#no i can hear him laugh

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THAT GIRL IS LITERALLY ME especially when i gush about Vic even in his more unattractive roles

#no but seriously all the roles he played and they let him have rizz in this one #i wish i could be mad

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A slide from the archive of the Los Angeles Public Library. This photo of Victor was taken on November 16th, 1962. He looks SO young and handsome!

#he was just a baby

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(Evening Tribune 1966-05-07)

He was so cute...🥺

#if i saw him with kids i'd combust #he was such a genuine sweetheart

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“He graduated from Saints something like 15-20 years before me, but its a small Catholic all-boys school, and Victor was remembered very fondly. The one thing everyone said, teachers and priests that had been at the school for thirty years, was what a good-hearted, even wise person he was. Drama was a big deal at the school even when I was there even all those years after he’d graduated, so Victor fit in just fine. “ -David

Victor's family lived on the bay itself just north of the roller coaster. It was some time before we actually met but I do recall seeing him. He was just huge. I don't mean obese, he was just huge. And very mature. For one thing, he was always very well dressed. I never saw him in shorts or jeans. When you saw Victor he was wearing dress slacks, a white long-sleeved dress shirts and leather dress shoes - black or brown. Even at our first meetings I never thought of Victor as a kid, but as a mature adult.

The 1950's were trying times for Victor. His father, Victor F. Buono, a former San Diego police officer, and the owner of a prominent Bail Bond agency, was arrested in a flamboyant and highly-publicized prosecution for smuggling parrakeets and other exotic birds from Mexico into the United States. St. Augustine's was a small school then, around 350 students, the press coverage was lurid and sensational, and the students were unspeakably vicious and cruel. Poor Victor! Every time he walked into a classroom some student would chirp "Polly want a cracker?" and the room would explode with derisive laughter, Victor never responded . He simply sat in stony solemn silence, his ears reddening in rage and humiliation until the din diminished - then life resumed. Press coverage on his father was relentless. Victor commented with the black humor that so typified him: "Above the dates on my father's tombstone, it will read 'Victor F. Buono, 50, former San Diego policeman and bailbondsman.'" I think his dad was convicted and served time in jail in the smuggling case. In the late '50's Victor's father was arrested again and charged with the robbery and murder Tony Mirabile, the top Mafia Don for the City of San Diego. He was convicted and went to prison.

(...)You’re correct about Victor’s reluctance to let people come close uninvited. In that instance, or when someone attempted to bully him Victor would just freeze them out. Obviously, given Victor’s size, nobody tried to bully him physically, and Victor had a stare of icy contempt that triggered an instant desire to be someplace else — anyplace else.

He was a frequent guest at our home. I never saw Victor drive a car. Somebody would drop him off sometime after school, either by himself or with my brother and me. My mother was very fond of Victor and he would ply her with his considerable personal charm. My father usually arrived home about seven and we’d have dinner, followed by Scrabble. It would be my parents, Victor, David and me, and occasionally, our older sister, Carol. The smaller children, Eileen, Charles and Thomas did not play but hovered at the edges. They were enthralled by Victor’s bulk and by the friendly wit with which he engaged them. The games were always a delight. When one of us was slow to make a move the others would proffer stage-whispered comments such as “He doesn’t know any words,” or such suggestions as “CAT — ‘C - A - T.’” My mother had two round chairs (I think they were called “Captain’s chairs), and Victor usually used one of them. When the evening was over, Victor would be stuck in it. When he stood the chair came up with him, and the smaller children erupted with mirth. Victor laughed as hard as they did. It was a humorous event directly related to his size but there was nothing about it that was at his expense. Obviously, he could have precluded it by simply choosing a different chair, and it happened every time, so I was convinced that he was very much a part of the game. - John Farrell

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he was so fucking pretty

#i think he had such a delightful face #i love all his features

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Victor performing at Blackburn College in Illionis in 1971.

#big teddy bear ❤️

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thinking about this again GOD i wish i had the problem of having a Vic sized crater in my bed :(

#calling him cabot during foreplay

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Victor Buono in a press photo from 1966.

#what a specimen *twirling my hair kicking my feet*

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hot magical assassin with an excessively long name

#i cooked here he looks hot

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“a community without romance risks being brutish and crass, superficial and brittle, cruel and even muderous. . . i don’t mean just romantic romance. i don’t just mean erotic romance. . . i mean the romance that allows us to soften our voices when we see each other.”

maya angelou, 1998

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we should be getting iced coffee and going to creepy and musty antique stores together why must we be separated by our screens…

#some of my beloved mutuals #we should be weird girl irl together

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do YOU love your big strong wife??? 🫵💞🐉

#omg #shrek

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“Dead Ringers” (1988)

dir David Cronenberg

#i'm not ok #dead ringers

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Chang died of a stroke in the middle of the night. He was always the sickly one. He was always the one who drank too much. When Eng woke up beside him to find that his brother was dead… he died of fright.

Dead Ringers (1988) dir. David Cronenberg.

#dead ringers