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Challengers (2024)

D. Luca Guadagnino

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Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).

When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".

When the boat is still being built, your say "it".

When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".

When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".

When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.

If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").

If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")

If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").

If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.

If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.

I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.

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WHAT CLASSIC YOU SHOULD READ BASED ON YOUR FAVOURITE ABBA SONG

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Snug. ☺️ From April's Kittens, written and illustrated by Clare Turlay Newberry. 1940. Source.

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kissing to get their attention for Ralph/Laurie!

It would be another long evening of writing reports and filling out forms for Ralph, Laurie thought, as he watched Ralph fuss around with the typewriter ribbon and straighten a formidable-looking pile of papers on his desk. Laurie had been as proud and excited as could be when Ralph received his long-overdue promotion to lieutenant-commander, but hadn't realized that being a naval officer entailed quite so much paperwork (and exceedingly tedious paperwork, from what Laurie could make out). There were some advantages, after all, to chucking the O.T.C., Ralph had remarked wryly.

The night after supper was a quiet one, punctuated by the sounds of Ralph occasionally muttering under his breath and clacking away on the typewriter (he had developed, over time, an efficient way of typing such that the slight hindrance posed by his injury was barely noticeable), while Laurie peacefully read a novel with his feet up on the couch and played with their puppy. But most of the time, his eyes were on Ralph. He liked observing Ralph at work, his back straight and head bent over, his side profile half-illuminated by the orange glow of the reading lamp, gravely and single-mindedly intent on the task set before him. In this form he would brook no distractions.

Inevitably at some point in the evening, however, the need for contact would become intolerable, and at these times Laurie would sidle up behind Ralph and throw his arms around Ralph's shoulders, murmuring, "Come and take a break, dear."

"I have ten more pages left," Ralph replied without looking up, his brow still furrowed in absolute concentration.

But Laurie was not one to give up easily when he had a certain goal in mind. He leaned forward, tucking his face in the crook between Ralph's neck and shoulder, and began raining soft, deliberate kisses along the side of Ralph's neck, while tugging loose Ralph's pristine shirt collar and eventually pressing his mouth to the prize of alluringly warm, bare skin that lay underneath.

"Really, Spud," Ralph admonished, in the cool, firm voice that reminded one that he had once been head prefect. Laurie almost yielded reflexively to that, until Ralph's skin under his lips shuddered, almost imperceptibly, in a way that betrayed the hard-hearted intentions of its owner.

"Mmph," was Laurie's unrepentant response.

"Spud, you are worse than the dog when he starts begging for a walk. Down, boy," Ralph laughed, as Laurie continued with his teasing conquest of Ralph's body, kissing and stroking and unbuttoning, in a surge of youthful giddiness. And yet, undeniably, Ralph's hands had come off the typewriter, in an apparent gesture of defeat.

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I would like to note that contrary to popular belief, tuxedo cats are not little businessmen!

tuxedo is formal party attire, if you wore one at a business function, you would be inappropriately dressed!

tuxedo cats are, instead, lil fancy guys, darling socialites, even

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~ MINOR SPOILERS ~

Guys!!! 🔥 RottenTomatoes has now got the first 7 episode titles in order! Oh nooo look at ep 7 we are not gonna survive 😭 What do we think of this order? Is it what we expected?

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the way irl nix simply laughed off getting shot in the head in holland meanwhile show!nix dramatically falls to the ground like AM I ALRIGHT OMG :0 while dick tenderly cradles his head like tom hanks and co made this shit gay for literally no reason

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have you considered men in lacy bralettes? consider it now

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Intermission is almost over. Take your seats and prepare for Act II. #InterviewWithTheVampire

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Magnus talking about Charles in X-Men ’97 1x05 “Remember It” | Charles talking about Magnus in X-Men ’97 1x06 “Lifedeath - Part 2”

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Immortal_amc: Intermission is almost over. Take your seats and prepare for Act II

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Cherik nation! You alright? Are we alive?