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arcanespillo · 6 months
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stills from James Dean: A Portrait (1988) dir by Gary Legon
"James observed classes but did not participate, he couldn't bear to have his performance criticized by the class, he said 'if I let them dissect me like a rabbit in a laboratory, I might not be able to produce again.' At the actors' studio he studied method acting, where an actor learns to utilize every emotion from their real life in their dramatic roles, although this line between acting and life was deliberately left ambiguous, students were warned never to confuse the two, Jimmy repeatedly violated this rule, he succumbed to what the method called the existential fallacy of confusing himself with his creation, it gave a sense of urgency and risk to all his roles"
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artist-issues · 2 years
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Wait a minute. Are people saying that Rebel Without a Cause is poorly aged because of the “if he had the guts to knock mom cold, once” line?
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What?
I swear it’s like people don’t know how to watch movies anymore.
Or listen to stories in general. Or converse. There’s no grasp of nuance anymore. Let me help those of you who took offense at that line to break it down.
1. The character of Jim is a kid.  2. The character of Jim’s emotions are out of control in this scene. He just finished screaming at his parents in front of everyone despite his later establishment as a cool, quiet kid, then finished assaulting a cop and then beating up a desk. 3. The character of Jim is drunk in this scene, and it is 3am.
Meaning: the line “if he had the guts to knock mom cold, once” is not the motto of the movie. The writer (Stewart Stern) is not trying to say to the audience “Jim’s dad’s whole problem is he won’t physically overpower his wife.” Because if he were, at the end of the movie, Jim’s mom would have said something insensitive to Jim during Plato’s death and the dad would’ve turned around and smacked her or something. That didn’t happen. 
Jim is a character who is representative of teenagers: and teenagers OVERCOMMUNICATE what they’re feeling. This character, in particular, overcommunicates what he’s thinking because he doesn’t feel understood, so why would he talk like a rational person? What he means, OBVIOUSLY, is, “if only dad would take the lead.” But what he says is born out of the long bottled-up extreme emotions he has about the situation: “if he had the guts to knock mom cold, once!”
Honestly. By the end of the movie, the dad puts his arm around his wife and gently hushes her up when she wants to snip at Jim. In the climactic love scene, Judy tells Jim she likes him because he’s gentle. Plato trusts Jim because he acts gentle and kind toward him, not because he busts into the Observatory, fists flying, angry with Plato. 
The movie condemns the kind of man that is too weak to stand up to his wife, and it ALSO condemns the kind of kid that thinks strength means tests of courage like knife fights and chickie runs and gang fights. Which of those two categories of actions that the movie warns against do you think “domestic violence” falls under? IT’S THE SECOND ONE 
Jeez. Honestly. Zoom into one tiny, in-character, realistically-humanly-messy line and you can say that ANY piece of media is toxic.
In closing, JAMES DEAN: 
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benvironment · 10 months
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On a luminous summer day there are few places I’d rather be than the Fife coast 🙂 It’s chucking it down this evening of course, but it was lovely this morning!
I took a stroll between Cellardyke and Crail, hoping to wave a Fife hello to Nick ‘Lifeafloat’ Ray and wish him all the best for the remainder of his year-long paddle around Scotland. Ended up having a right old natter on a sunny morning 🙂 What a gent! 🙂 All the best, Nick. May the wind be at your back! 💨
The weather took a turn around lunchtime, but fish & chips on the beach, c/o The wee chippy in Anstruther, was concluded before the rain advanced across the Forth.
Read more about Nick’s life-affirming paddle at https://www.lifeafloat.co.uk/lifeafloat-scotland-tour-2223
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female-padfoot · 1 year
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Thursday (04.20.23)
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I totally forgot to take an outfit picture before I left for work, so enjoy this at work photo.
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maxgreenluvbot · 2 years
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VIOLENT NEW BREED for @allornothingoffical IG
📸: @jamarybobe IG
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celebmalenude2 · 1 year
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Nick Ray
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sunsetandthemoon · 7 months
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"Is there any scientific theory that explains why we're attracted to bad people? Wait. Maybe I am stimulated by some hormones in my body? I don't think it's hormones. We are just masochists."
Only Friends (2023)
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Nick Ray - Divide & Conquer (Electronic Remix)
Nick Ray – Divide & Conquer (Electronic Remix)
Nick Ray – Divide & Conquer (Electronic Remix) (Visit Album Page on Jamendo.com)
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m4ttslvr · 3 months
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High By The Beach
sub!chris x fem!reader
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one shot: where you get high by the beach with your bff chris but things get heated when you two are left alone ;)
warnings: smut, riding, fem receiving, drug use obv
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Your guys' last day in Hawaii was coming to an end, the sun disappearing behind the slow waves of the clearest ocean you had ever seen. You, Chris, Matt, Nick and Madi had spent the day doing all sorts of fun activities- swimming with dolphins, taking a tour on a helicopter, walking all over the island visiting stores and restaurants. Needless to say, you were all exhausted from the days itinerary.
That's why you were all resting at the beach, sitting in a circle by the fire, recounting the days events while passing a joint around.
"And then Nick slapped the dolphin!" Matt was saying, all of you dying of laughter. Nick who was taking a drag of the joint choked on the smoke, making everyone laugh harder.
"I apologized to Mr. Squeaky!" Nick defended between coughs and laughter, "He sneaked up behind me, I didn't mean to do it!"
Chris, who was laying his head on your lap, took the joint from Nick's hand, "If I was Mr. Squeaky, I would have bit you" he joked, earning a dramatic scoff from Nick.
You giggled, Chris grinning up at you, his eyelids low. You watch him as he wraps his pink lips around the roll of weed, his cheekbones prominent as he inhales the smoke, his hair tickling your thighs, and his jawline sharp as he blows the smoke up at you.
“Hey!” you protest, falling back into the sand. “Stop that you goof!”
His head rolls over onto your exposed tummy and he looks at you with a mischievous smile, discarding the finished joint. He puffs his cheeks and before you realize what he’s going to do, he leans forward and blows a raspberry on your tummy making you laugh uncontrollably.
“Chris! Chris!” you say between gasps for air, he’s now tickling your sides while blowing raspberries. “Stop it” your hands are on his hair but you’re too weak to push him off.
He pulls away laughing with his tongue sticking out “You’re tummy was right there, I had to!” You roll your eyes. You’re about to protest when he stuffs a marshmallow in your mouth. Your protests are muffled by the marshmallow and he breaks into a louder fit of laughter.
You can’t get annoyed at his actions. His laughter is super contagious and with the weed in your system you can’t help but join him.
Your laugh is cut off by Madi yelling “I’m awake!” out of nowhere. You all watch her as she slowly falls onto Matt’s shoulder and she shoots up again “I’m awake I swear!” she mumbles, her eyes closing.
“Alright!” Nick exclaims, “time for bed!”. Matt agrees and carries Madi to the hotel.
“Whaaat?” Chris whines, sitting up. “I was about to light up my other joint!”
“You haven’t had enough?” Nick asks.
“No” Chris deadpans. “Have you y/n? Cmon back me up” he pleads.
“I could have another few more hits” you shrug.
“Alright you stoners,” Nick replies. “Have fun!”
“Niiiight Nicky” you both wave goodbye.
The fire is dying out and the breeze is getting cooler, as Chris searches his shorts pockets for the other joint. “Whoops.”
“What?” you ask.
“I…may have… already smoked the other joint earlier”
“Chris!”
“Sorry y/n!” he falls back into the sand next to you, defeated. “I forgot I did that”
You both sigh, looking up at the starry night, the fire died out completely.
You turn to look at him, his side profile stunning. You were always taken aback by your best friend’s beauty, no matter how many years of friendship you had under your belt. His wavy hair fell over his face perfectly, like a prince. His nose sculpted like a greek statue, and his cheekbones like a model’s. His dark blue eyes as blue as the ocean a few feet away from you.
Those eyes were looking back at you now. “Hey” his voice quiet.
“Hey” you smiled.
A silence settled between you. The silence usually comfortable, but right now, for some reason, you were getting nervous with his eyes on you. You felt your cheeks get hot and you couldn’t hold eye contact with him.
“Am I making you blush y/n?”
“What? No!” you quipped. It wasn’t unusual for Chris to jokingly flirt but something about how he looked tonight and the heat of his body…it was making you panic.
“You sure?” he has a smirk on his face, unaware of his effect on you.
“Yeah- yes I’m sure. I’m just getting chilly. The sun set already, the fire is out and the breeze is cool, I’m in this swim suit.” you ramble. “Can we get in the tent or something?”
“Sure” he helps you up and tucks you under the blankets, cuddling up against you.
This was okay. You were cool about this. You and Chris cuddled all the time. Best friends cuddle. Best friends share the same tent and cuddle under the same blankets. Right? Yeah! Of course. This was normal and cool.
His arm brushed your breasts as he lifted it to wrap it behind your neck. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt something flutter down there. Alright, now you were blushing hard. Like this your breasts pressed against his side and you you felt your nipples get hard. You knew he could feel them through the thin fabric of your bikini top.
“You alright?” he asked, his voice huskier than before. God, what was happening to you? Now you were noticing a change in his voice? It must be the weed in your system. Of course! The weed is the one making you think like this.
“Mhm” you hummed, your pitch high. It was obvious you were not alright. He must feel your heart beating out of your chest and your legs rubbing against each other.
“You sure?” he asks again.
“Yes Chris I’m alr-“ you stop mid sentence when your leg slides up his body and it hits something hard, causing a low moan to escape Chris.
You both freeze in place, both of you shocked at what just happened. You had just felt Chris’ erection on your leg and clearly heard him moan.
Chris is the first to move, sitting up and hiding his face in his hands. You sit up next to him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry y/n, I don’t know what happened” his voice muffled against his hands.
“It’s okay Chris, don’t worry about it”
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, i’m sorry”
“I’m not uncomfortable Chris” you reassure him. “I’m actually…feeling…the same.”
Your feel him tense under your hand. You can’t believe you just admitted that. You just admitted to your best friend that you’re as turned on by him as he is by you.
He slowly lifts his face from his hands, turning to look at you. You see a hunger in his eyes that you’ve never seen before as he scans your face, his gaze lingering on your bitten lips. “R-really?”
You nod slowly, shuffling closer to him. Your body was acting on its own, as if by a magnetic pull. You wanted nothing more than to be pressed up against him again. You wanted to be the cause of his moans again. Now that you’ve had a taste, you were starving for more.
You leaned forward and kissed your best friends lips. They were softer than you thought and you tasted marshmallow. His lashes tickeled your cheeks as you deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding on your bottom lip. You pulled him closer, your fingers in his hair. You parted your lips, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue. He hear him moan for the second time tonight and the sound goes directly to your pussy, making it throb with yearning.
You guided his body down to lay on his back, his eyes locked on yours. You could both see in each other’s eyes that you both thought this was crazy, you had been best friends for years now, nothing more. But you could also see the fiery desire in your expressions and that overpowered any other reasoning.
You lifted one leg over his body and he quickly guided your hips down to his groin with his hands. You could feel every inch of his growing erection against your wet heat, making you both moan in unison. He felt big which didn’t surprise you, but it did make you instinctively grind against it.
“Fuck y/n” Chris groaned underneath you, his head tilting back in pleasure. Your tummy did a flip, desire growing hot inside of you. It was intoxicating to be the reason he’s making those filthy noises.
He gripped your hips tighter, his biceps contracting, grinding your hips against him. “More more more” he pleaded. You had never seen this side of Chris, so needy and whiny. Every sound escaping his mouth was heavenly.
His cock was rock hard now and your bikini bottoms were soaked. “Enough grinding” your voice breathy but your tone stern. His eyes wide and expectant. “I’m dying to ride this cock”
“Mmm yes please” Chris whimpered, his hip bucking up as you slid his shorts down. “God y/n, youre hypnotizing” he mumbled, lifting himself on his elbows to admire you. Your ass was up in the air, back arched, and your teeth biting down on your lip to keep from drooling.
His boxers were wet at the spot where the tip of his cock was leaking precum. You leaned your head down toward it, licking through the fabric. Chris inhaled through his teeth, his eyes rolling back.
You reached over to grab his hand and place it in your hair, “pull it”
He quickly obeyed, wrapping your hair in his long fingers and pulling. You moaned against his clothed cock, the vibrations making his dick twitch. “Holy shit” he groaned out.
You wrapped your lips around his hard cock, tasting his precum through his boxers. He was watching you in awe. You took in every expression he made, looking up through your eyelashes.
“y/n?” he moaned as you started palming him.
“Mhm?”
“I…..I-I've dreamt of tasting your pussy for the longest time y/n, can I please? I promise I'll make it good, please let me taste you on my tongue” he begs.
You're hypnotized by his string of pleas. You quietly crawl up to straddle his face. He takes your ass in both of his big hands, pulling you down quickly onto his mouth.
Your back arches in pleasure as his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your folds. Your head falls back, your eyes in the back of your head. “Fuck yeah Chris,” you moan, riding his face.
He’s making all sorts of porn-like noises into your wet pussy. “Just like that Chris, fuck yeah, right there”
He is assaulting your hole with quick jabs of his tongue. It reaches impossibly deep inside you. He folds it in a way that scratches that sensitive bundle of nerves, making your legs shake.
You feel pleasure pool in your belly and you lift off him. He whines at the loss of contact.
“Need your cock now” you shuffle down to straddle his lap and align his memeber with your pulsating hole.
You sink down on his cock, balls deep. His jaw hangs open, his body washed in so much pleasure that the only noise he’s able to form is a small squeak. “You like my tight pussy taking in your entire cock like this, hmm baby?
He nods, another small squeak, his jaw slack, his eyes in the back of his head.
You start bouncing on his cock, sliding all the way to the tip and slamming back down to the base. His girth is spreading you wide open and his length is hitting you just right. “Your dick’s so big, making me feel so good baby,”
“Mhm,” his grip on your thighs tightens.
“Am I making you feel good baby?"
He nods fast, his hair sticking to his forehead.
“Tell me how good”
He moans louder, biting the sheets at his side.
“Tell me how good Chris”
“So fucking good y/n/n, you're fucking me so good”
Your hips stutter at the mention of your nickname. He usually ever only called you that when he was being serious with you. In this context, it only motivated you to give it to him harder and rougher.
“Yeah baby? You like my pussy slapping down on your balls like this?”
“Yes yes yes, you're riding me so well y/n/n" he said between gasps for air, "your pussy feels heavenly y/n/n- ah just like that mhmm”
You take his hands placing them above his head as you arch your back so your clit is rubbing against his groin. His attention is now completely on the feeling of your pussy grinding down on his cock. He’s moaning and whining incoherent praises, his eyes shut closed.
You wrap your free hand around his jaw making his eyes widen, “be a good boy and fuck up into me” you pant into his open mouth.
His breath hitches and a beat later he’s slamming his dick up into your pussy, making wet sounds reverberate inside the tent. You are both panting hot air into each other's mouths. Chris starts whimpering when you swivel your hips in small circles. You take his bottom lip between your teeth, “want it to last”
He slows his movements, pumping slow and deep into you as you grind down into him. “Yes y/n/n, whatever you want”
“You're so good to me baby, doing everything I say”, your legs start to quiver and your elbows fall on either side of his head. This pace is excruciatingly pleasurable and you feel your cunt clench around his full member.
“Make me cum sweet boy” you whisper shakily in his ear.
He wasted no time pumping fast into you, his hands flying down to your waste, slamming your hips down into every thrust up of his hips. Your hands grip onto his hair as your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you in a string of loud moans.
He spurts hot cum into your pussy with a couple last hard thrusts, coating your walls and groaning deeply in your ear. The mix of your juices with his cum drip out of you coating his balls and your spent body drapes over him.
He stays inside you as you both come down from your highs.
“Loved every fucking second of that Chris” you whisper, lifting yourself to look him in the eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, a sweet smile on his face.
“Yeah” you replied, elated.
“Me too y/n/n” he kisses your forehead and you smile, resting against his chest. You both drift off to sleep at a beach in Hawaii.
a/n: my first chris smut 😵‍💫 i’m feeling things !!!! hope u enjoyed<3
— LEV ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
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firelise · 7 months
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Nick, aka President of the SandRay Fanclub
"Are you and Ray going out? You two talk all lovey dovey like you're a thing." "Kiss him! Kiss him, man!" Only Friends (2023)
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thatgirl4815 · 7 months
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You know what absolutely kills me about this? Sand doesn't even look surprised. He isn't teary or wide-eyed. It's a look of pure disappointment. The kind that says he knew this would happen from the start, and he's utterly powerless to stop it.
While seeing Sand breaking down in tears would have been devastating, there's something very achy about this reaction. It's hard to put into words.
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raypakorn · 8 months
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Um....probably. It can be the start of some kind of feeling.
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odd-one-advocate · 7 months
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only friends x text posts never end part 2
check out [part 1] | [ part 3]
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female-padfoot · 1 year
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04.22.23 12:23 AM
Being 23 with credit card debt sucks. I can't go out and do or buy the things I really want because most of my money goes to paying the debt off. What really sucks though, is working a part time job that cuts your hours weekly and barely pays above minimum wage.
Granted, I've been told I'm the best employee, and I do get more hours than the rest (who have other jobs), but it's still not enough. I'd love to get a second job, but I am unable to at the moment.
My parents just bought a house an hour away, and we're in the process of renovating it for us to live in, so by the time I actually got another job in my current city, I'd have to put my two weeks in.
And I can't get a job out there just yet due to my car. It's an old 1997 beater that I don't trust to make an hour trip daily without dying on me. I'd love to sell it and get a better car, but I can't due to the fact it looks like crap and has so many issues. I'd also love to fix it up, but all the parts for it are crazy expensive, and junkyards don't have the car(s) I can take parts from, which seriously sucks.
I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place at the moment and it's horrible. My coworkers don't see this side of me. They only see the girl who's always happy and smiling and seems to have no problems in the world, but in reality, I'm stressing over everything.
Thank you for letting me rant, and if anyone reads this and you need to talk, please feel free to message me. It might take me a while to respond, but I promise I will. You can find my other social media links in my masterlist.
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nongnaopat · 7 months
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Sand and Nick in EP7 of Only Friends
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fandomfairyuniverse · 7 months
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The journey of this sex tape is so unhinged like nick records the audio. Uses it as torture porn for a bit. Then he plays it for sand. Sand also doesn’t tell anyone for a while. Sand then gets particularly pissed off at top so he concocts this whole plan to acquire the tape so that he can give it to ray because he knows ray will tell mew about it. Ray gives it to mew. Mew then uses it to give top a heart attack while pretending they’re going to have sex. It’s like a demented game of hot potato.
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