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tvandfilmconfessions · 10 months
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Ron Perlman Calls Out Studio Exec Who Said Strike Will Cause Home Losses: ‘Be Careful, Motherf–ker’
Actor Ron Perlman expressed his strong disapproval toward an unnamed studio executive who suggested, in an interview with Deadline on Tuesday, that the WGA strike should continue until union members face financial hardships and lose their homes.
Perlman mentioned being aware of the executive’s identity and residence, cautioning him to exercise caution.
“One thing, before I get off this… the motherf–ker who said we’re gonna keep this thing going until people start losing their houses and their apartments, listen to me, motherf–ker, there’s a lot of ways to lose your house. Some of it is financial, some of it is karma, and some of it is just figuring out who the f–k said that — and we know who said that — and where he f–king lives. There’s a lot of ways to lose your house. You wish that on people, you wish that families starve, while you’re making $27 f–king million a year for creating nothing? Be careful, motherf–ker. Be really careful, ’cause that’s the kind of s–t that stirs s–t up. Peace out.”
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🔮 not my poster 🔮
"Lo que debe pasar, pasa. Y luego, ya no existimos." 🥺💗
Me gustó muchísimo y la disfruté mucho más de lo que pensé honestamente, la recomiendo mucho 💖
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sweaterkittensahoy · 10 months
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Some dumbass: LOL, Ron Pearlman isn't on the side of the union! He's worth 8 million dollars!
Me, who knows how money works: Bob Iger made a SEVEN FIGURE bonus in 2022, taking his salary from $3 million for ONE YEAR up to 26.9. Even if he hadn't gotten a SEVEN FIGURE BONUS, he'd still have made Ron Pearlman's ENTIRE WORTH in less than 3 years.
And you know how Ron Pearlman made that 8 million? Several decades of taking any role he could get. Some of them have been great (Vincent, Hannibal Chau, Hellboy). A lot of it has been whatever fucking job he can get. Because that's what being a working actor is.
It is very important to understand that Ron Pearlman's 8 million has come from decades of work on his part, taking on whatever role will pay the bills and let him put a little in savings. Bob Iger's yearly 3? It comes with a SEVEN FIGURE BONUS AT LEAST.
Don't let anyone tell you Ron Pearlman's cash is the same as Bob Iger's. It's bullshit. Ron Pearlman isn't getting a bonus for jack fucking shit.
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strangenocturne · 5 months
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started watching Beauty and the Beast from 1987 and it’s cheesy as all hell but I’m a monster fucker so I love me a monster man lol
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docgold13 · 10 months
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Profiles in Villainy
The Lich  
An ancient cosmic being who is the manifestation of the inevitable death of all things, the entity known as The Lich was deposited on Earth by a Catalyst Comet millions of years in the past.  It laid dormant for millennia yet came into physical being near the end of the Mushroom War.  A mutagenic bomb detonated during the war enabled the Lich to possess a human after they had been severely mutated in the explosion.
Following the war, The Lich ran amok until the creature was hunted down and defeated by the great hero, Billy.  Billy managed to trap The Lich in a prison of amber within the ancient tree of the Candy Kingdom.  The Lich remained trapped for many years until ultimately escaping.  Following further mayhem and carnage, The Lich was defeated and seemingly destroyed by Finn the Human.
Yet it turned out the creature’s essence maintain and returned once again to continue its effort to destroy all life on the planet.  The Lich was stopped perhaps for good when the Guardian of the Citadel transformed the creature into a harmless giant baby. The baby was then entrusted to Tree Trunks and Mr. Pig who named him Sweet P.
Actor Ron Perlman provided the voice for the Lich, with the villainous creature first appearing in the twenty-fifth episode of the first season of Adventure Time, airing on September 20th, 2010.
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rayslittlekitten · 6 months
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via primetimeappearances on IG
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zouabar · 9 months
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Gouache sur papier Juillet 2023 — Zouabar
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eatommo · 2 years
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Rebuke [h.]{kd6}
Underwear/tentacles
Day 6!
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A/N: This is unlike anything I've ever written, I'm also going to add a dead dove tag here, this involves sentient plantlife, and also could be seen as very dubcon or even venture into noncon. There is no active penetration but there is references to it, and there is sex pollen involved, please continue at your own risk. This is also heavily inspired by @beskarberry with her amazing din fic and @absurdthirst for getting me into sex pollen in the first place, and creating this amazingly challenging kinktober lineup!
C.W: Dubcon/noncon, live plants as bondage, sex pollen, firearms, reader fall unconscious and wakes up missing clothes, theres a (poorly written) undertone of horror here, mentions of succubus, some religious references, this man is half demon, keep that in mind.
Working with the B.P.R.D. had its moments, you’ve witnessed exorcisms, dealt with baba yaga on more than one occasion, and now you were dating your closest friend.  
Red had sent you down into the historical gardens, in search of a medicinal plant that would help banish the succubus living in a White House bathtub.  You were strumming your finger over a flower covered in thin purple dust when your phone starts meowing at you.  
“Any luck? Myers is getting his dick sucked in there.” The deep timbre of his voice doesn’t portray a hint of worry, but on the inhale you take he lets out a soft chuckle, “Not literally, but we’re having no luck here.” 
Your lips pull into a small laugh, “Nothing I’ve found, Abe is already sending me after something else, but just keep the sage burning for a little while longer.” 
“That’s not gonna work, I’ll just have to come to help you.”  He sighs into the phone through a smile.  He was hard to shake, and since the two of you have confessed your feelings for each other, albeit when you both thought the world was going to end,  it's been difficult to spend seconds apart. 
“Alright big boy, see you down here.” You smile into the phone.  Gods, if the professor was still around you’d both be in for it.  
You wonder further into the gardens before coming to a roped-off mausoleum littered with overgrown ivy, and near-rotted caution tape.  This has to be the right place, caution tape was typically a beacon in your line of work.  
You light a flashlight, only to see a trail of steps leading into a dark abyss, great.  You let out an exasperated breath, and let your tired feet carry you down until the light from the garden dissipates.
A few minutes of slow exploration leads you to a giant vine about the width of your arm, it has gatherings of a bright orange flower pearling off of smaller vines like a chain of bells.  You bend over, lowering the flashlight to get a better look at the bulbs.  
You lift a bundle of delicate petals closer to your face, the bead-shaped flowers have an iridescent quality to them, embracing the first light it has likely seen in ages.  A rock a few steps down the hallway startles you as it skids across the hallway and stops with a sharp clack.
Your head on a swivel you bend down to reach for the flashlight in panic, you feel pressure just underneath your ass, and you take a deep breath relieved, “Red, you scared me.” 
The silence, and then the tightening around your leg lulls you back into a panic, and you yell a plea a little louder, praying this is some type of sick joke, “Please? You’re scaring me.” A few agonizing beats of your heart, nothing except a loud rustling sound near your other foot.  
“Fucking hell.”  The two tendrils furl around your legs with astounding strength, as they begin pulling you closer to their source.  You strain against the pull of the vines, digging your heels into the cement until you feel your bones grind together.
You scream and scream for the man who had said he was coming to help you, hoping by the small chance he's somewhere close.  To your horror, another piece of the plant nudges into your back and the second you lurch away it tightens around your abdomen and pulls you against the stock of the plant with a wet crunch.  
A sickeningly sweet yet bitter smell fills your lungs, like over-sweetened coffee.  Immediately your skin feels hot, and sweat beads on your brow and you feel the thick tendrils of it snake further up your body, expertly securing you to itself.  Offshoots of the plant, a hair thinner than your finger trails up your face and edges itself into your mouth.  A rush of the bitter liquid has you blackening out the second it hits your tongue.  
You awake to the sound of gunfire, and flashes of an all too familiar muzzle blind you as you attempt to rouse yourself completely.  Your man raises the Good Samaritan after a slight pause and a bullet zips past your head and sinks into the stalk with a sizzle.  
There's a coolness running down your back, but at first, you are scared it could be blood.  Then you realize your shirt is missing, and your pants are being worked down your legs by hair-like fibers.  
A piece of your brain screams and thrashes against the bonds, but your muscles are lax, and there's an ebbing pain in between your legs.  
With another flash of the muzzle, a chunk of the plant above your head falls free, dripping a wet glob of gelatinous sludge onto your face.  Instantly your body is on the precipice of erupting into flames.  
You turn into a moaning mess and the commotion stops, two flashlights are shown onto the mangled mess that is your captor.  
When his eyes scan over you, it takes everything in him not to smite this place to the ground.  The skin of your torso is flushed and bare, the swells of your breast being smothered against your body by the tight grip of this hellish vegetation.  Your pants are around your ankles, and he watched with bated breath as these thin fibers toy with the white cotton of your underwear, working the fabric down your hips seductively slow.  
He feels like his brain is being rearranged to accommodate nothing but feral and impure thoughts.  His fear is replaced with something carnal, and the beautiful sight of his woman strung open and covered in something so potent to make his cock jump out of anticipation?  That’s a hard moment to pass on for even a man from hell.  
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wack-ashimself · 3 months
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Ron Perlman, acting like a man child
in 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' is the best metaphor (and most hilarious) for being a married couple with a kid. Like, he doesn't 1/2 ass it; he acts like a kid and goes full in. And tho he looks like a white ape, he still pulls it off. His temper tantrum after not getting a cigarette is unforgettable.
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motionpicturelover · 2 months
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"Drive" (2010) - Nicolas Winding Refn
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Films I've watched in 2024 (22/?)
Full film on Archive.org
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mrsfilipchibstelford · 3 months
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the-gershomite · 1 year
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Hellboy: The Golden Army (comic covers)
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iliketigers · 3 months
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randomrichards · 1 year
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PINOCCHIO (2022):
Classic children’s tale
Set in Fascist Italy
Del Toro strikes gold
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tea-mew96 · 2 years
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So about Peter Cullen not voicing Optimus in Earthspark…it’s basically the same shit, different day. Others have already beaten me to many of the points I would make, so I'm gonna say one warning that I have yet to see other people make:
As a fandom, the worst thing we could do right now is be unwelcoming and cold towards newer VA's for the Optimuses like Jake Foushee, Ron Pearlman, or the recently announced Alan Tudyk.
Even if you're not a fan of them, at the very least start giving them props for trying their best. Whether you like it or not, Jake, Ron, and Alan have earned their roles of an Optimus fair and square, just like Peter Cullen, Garry Chalk, Neil Kaplan, and David Kaye did before them. We need to start treating these newer VA's with the respect that we've shown to the others, we need to stop blaming them for things that they don't have control over, we need to start viewing them as part of our very large and connected community.
I know it may not feel like it right now, but we need these new VA's. Don't push away the people that will help us transition through an unavoidable future that each and every one of us fears and dreads.
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nerds-yearbook · 2 years
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On July 19, 2003, the highly regarded "Teen Titans" cartoon premiered. It featured the villain Slade Wilson (Deathstroke) sending some new recruits from H.A.E.Y.P./H.I.V.E. (Gizmo, Jynx, and Mammoth) to battle the Teen Titans (Robin, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire). ("Final Exam", Teen Titans, TV, Event)
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