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Excalibur (1981) dir. John Boorman

#.text #I LOVE YOU PATRICIDE AND FILICIDE <3 #excalibur 1981

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jaime lannister wishes he had this (glitter and fagmother included) level of cunt. of glorious faggotry. to be perfectly honest

#.text #excalibur 1981

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Morrissey has no need of sex with people so long as he continues to have it with his audience. Each stage performance is so obviously a sexual release -- one of the things which makes his concerts so memorable and so sublimely, indecently unprofessional. If the yelps and yowls and the desperate, ecstatic falsettos on tracks such as "This Charming Man," "Barbarism Begins at Home" or "Maladjusted" hint powerfully at an orgasmic release, onstage they turn into a form of musical pole dancing -- a protruding, curling fleshy tongue, a salacious smile, a sadistic whipping of his mike cable, a coquettish swing of those magnificently inhibited hips, a tempting spasm of his shiftless body, a golden sparkly shirt torn from his back and flung into an audience which, as one, pounces on it and renders it to the tiniest, dampest, most fragrant fragments, while the curious love-object himself lies on the stage writhing around in ecstasy-agony or on his back, legs akimbo airborne or draped over a monitor in an obliging gesture towards his audience.

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

after the 2000s we really saw a sharp decline in hard cutting journalism asking the big questions about the eschatological implications of a twink's sex life or lack thereof

#.reblog #the only thing I'm certain of is that he wrote this paragraph with one hand #magnificently inhibited hips you say!

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As Oscar Wilde put it, celibacy is the only real perversion; and in Morrissey's eyes, this was a good enough argument for practicing it. [...]

Many of Morrissey's fans however recognize his celibacy as a saintly gesture and continue to believe in it rather like Catholics believe in the virgin birth (which is to say: "I know very well that ..., nevertheless ..."). [...]

In order to be above sexuality, the prophet of the fourth sex had to be above sex. And in a world which can only, on a good day, conceive of two and a half sexes, the prophet of the fourth had to "take the vows" (and marry not Jesus but himself) to avoid being enmeshed in a dreary, mundane, mind-numbing parochialness. [...]

In publicly eschewing the consolations of coupledom, perhaps the only remaining religious faith in the Western world, he once again displays his genius for turning a powerless, frustrating situation (rejection) into an extremely powerful and satisfying one (rejecting)

we need to remember what we have lost

after the 2000s we really saw a sharp decline in hard cutting journalism asking the big questions about the eschatological implications of a twink's sex life or lack thereof

#.reblog

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In February 1969, French spectators witnessed the dual première of Pré-papa and Et si on aboyait? (“If One Were to Bark?”), two absurdist pieces what were originally conceived by Gómez-Arcos in Spanish, translated into French by a friend, and then staged in French under his direction at the Odéon. Their successful run of seventy-one performances led to the publication of Pré-papa (a futuristic farce about a pregnant father-to-be) inthe bimonthly theater revue L’Avant Scène.

(introduction to the carnivorous lamb by sharon g. feldman)

the one inalienable desire of the homosexual is to see a man pregnant for real

#.text #the fact no one mentioned the mpreg stage play.....okay 👍🏻

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tbh yeah i find heathcliff so hot. i get it. he literally digs up the earth to get at his dead beloved's body. that's hot.

#hard as a brick thinking about it tbh

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not to read the omens in the flights of birds and the delays of trenitalia, but i think the day needs to be wrapped up. fuckass mortal coil

#.text #2h delay going in....at this point fuck it we ball i wanna go home.......

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#can somebody gently shake her by the shoulders and tell her. hey luv. you're in your 30s come on....stand up.....

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UNPROVOKED???

#.text #where's that post about jaime lannister....

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vladimir nabokov’s first letter to his future wife, véra (26 july 1923)

#can't lie it hits somewhere in the kokoro

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i don't know why but occasionally my pussy spins the wrong way and somehow i don't like gin tonic anymore for like 6 months. then it's fine again. sad!

#.text #i call it my 6 months of princess drinks bc for whatever reason i spend half the solar year being like ummmmm i want my mojitos instead sir

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theres those bi-seasonal events when a new series drops and the essays-by-post community is kicked into high gears and the extent of their insight is usually somewhere in between 'did you know....that its amazing when the picture moves in front of your eyes 🫨🫨' and some banal milquetoast understanding of some social issue. and you have to endure it with stoic acceptance 👍🏻

#.text #ameeeee ma state serieeeeee aooooo

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taylor: *deleting one concise phrase to add three competing images that overcrowd the song and don't leave her space to breathe or let a moment land* do you think the tiktokers will keep calling me emily dickinson

jack antonoff: *cranking up the brightness on a synth that sounds like sharpening a dull blade on a wet stone* you're so fucking smart

#LMAO

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at least sukuna ate his twin in the womb. we dont have much, but at least we have that

#.jjk #kinda funny when 2 years ago i floated the idea based on the maki arc and now im right but it means fuck all #and its a fuckass yuji storyline so tbh idc

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dont know much about the firesucking cockfighting show but i do appreciate seeing angela bassett showing off arms sculpted by the gods

#.text #need her to benchpress me sexually to be quite honest

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(english butler voice) Will you be making an attempt on your life this evening, sir?