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east-coaster · 3 months
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Men with big fat tits. A man with a chest so big his shirt strains over it.
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pygmyharmoset · 17 days
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Ewan Mitchell has the chance to do the funniest thing ever - just show up at the premiere (s?) covered head to toe. Not a single peek of boob 💀💀💀 not even an ankle.
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mythoughttherapy · 5 months
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“I understand now that I'm not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, 'For the same reason I laugh so often- because I'm paying attention.'”
—Glennon Doyle Melton
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 9 months
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I really think Azriel just loves a good cardigan, you know 💅🏻
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drippydumdum · 1 year
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yes you're a good listener but are you Perry The Platypus listening to Dr Doofenshmirtz tell his childhood trauma patiently before stopping his evil plans good listener?
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fell-contract · 1 month
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An inevitable byproduct of 'unplugging' that I think doesn't get discussed enough is how it can immediately isolate minorities, especially those in more rural areas. There are social platforms like F*cebook that usually consist of the same people you know irl but platforms like tumblr and reddit are generally self-curated experiences that lend to connections one might never experience otherwise. It's an opportunity to adopt a persona, sure, but it's also an opportunity to be authentic in spaces where people are similar in everything but geographic location. As someone who wasn't comfortable being 100% out even once I left my hometown for college, my online footprint was where I learned how to present a version of myself I could be proud of. I wouldn't be where I am without the friends I've made here and in other online spaces, and those have been my most fruitful connections even as I've become more comfortable being myself offline. Making friends is fucking hard and while the internet can be a hellscape it can also be a sanctuary of understanding.
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neenaatyvm · 1 month
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Reflections part 3 (R&J)
A number of those who’ve had the good fortune of having seen the play this week have spoken about the goofy/dorky/playfullness of Tom’s Romeo.
To preface, we know very little about these people we follow, but from what we’ve seen in candid moments, it really felt like Tom was channelling a lot of himself in those light moments. I don’t think I’ve seen so much of his authentic self in any of his other roles so far.
It’s why he works really well in the character. He can turn on that boyish charm, have the entire theatre invested in his pursuit of Juliet.
On the flip side, we know he’s a great dramatic actor and can turn those waterworks on at the press of a button. I’ve mentioned before, but the banishment scene is a highlight for me personally (for reasons other than the arms). It just works and sucks the entire theatre into Romeo’s psyche, his distress, his anger, his pain.
I just wish the direction for the death scene allowed both Francesca and Tom to fully show their dramatic chops. You’re waiting for that crescendo after the 2 hour build up throughout the play, to then have a very anticlimactic demise for both leads. It just leaves you wanting in the end, which not sure how I particularly feel about.
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bitter69uk · 11 months
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The weekend starts NOW!
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gingerxstranger · 1 year
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Everyone is obsessed with physical appearance, but remember: true beauty lies in your boundless, untamed fury at the absurdity of existence.
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sacredthethreadgvf · 7 months
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The way that Jake pronounces “touring” scratches an itch in my brain 🥴
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ecoledesvixens · 1 year
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friendly reminder from the universe today
make time your best friend
make time your ally
thank time for making herself available to you
set limits, boundaries, priorities and deadlines
protect sacred time for family, relationships, health, self-nurture
abundance is not just about money, since time=money
living in abundance means living harmoniously with the musical timing of your life
mantras:
time is my friend
i have more than enough time to accomplish my goals
i can easily switch timelines if i take a wrong turn
my time is valuable and i decide how i use it
i trust in divine timing
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kfedup · 1 year
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In lieu of couch snuggles and making out, I bought myself four cupcakes from the new cupcake cafe downtown. One lemon drop, one birthday cake, one triple chocolate, one vanilla vanilla. The buttercream frosting is spot on. I’m not sharing them with anyone, though on second thought, I might be willing trade bites for kisses with the right person.
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mythoughttherapy · 1 year
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gloriousclio · 9 months
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waiting for a pizza and the twins game to start (and hopefully beat the storm) we're one (1) win away from clinching our post-season spot, and we won't immediately have to play the yankees.
i'm a little worried, they also won't have home field advantage at any point, which is always a Concern.
but i have tickets for tomorrow's game! I'm hoping I'll be able to buy a homer hanky.
some other stuff:
-out of town friends were supposed to come visit this weekend. then one got exposed to Covid. I'm so sad. We're tentatively rescheduled for May.
-I have concerns about all the candidates for my new supervisor. Real concerns.
-otherwise work is fine, it's a few weeks before my teaching sessions start. my friend starts October 2!
-got my covid booster (and flu shot) Tuesday. The next day felt like a hangover, but my arm doesn't even hurt now
-Taskmaster is back. it's gonna be a good good good season.
-Grandpa called me the other night. He wanted me to watch Datta tomorrow. I've been very much in denial about my loveliest grandmother's decline. And him calling, asking for a babysitter has kinda fucked me up. Apparently she can't even follow a football game anymore, not really. And she loves the Vikings more than I love the Twins. I'm heartbroken, and I don't have therapy for another three weeks.
-My m*a*s*h fic is a fun diversion. I rewatched Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, which I remembered two minutes in was not Cary Grant's best work (to say nothing of how their Black housekeeper is treated and then exploited. Ah, America). Might watch That Touch of Mink later to cheer myself up, even if the vibes are opposite. Doris Day is my hero in that flick. Have you ever heard of Upper Sandusky?
-speaking of writing, I don't think I've ever told you but Grandpa has had a western in his head for literal ages, and last year I bought him a notebook, after secretly recording him telling me all about it. "It's like a Zane Gray book, do you know who that is?" I have two grandfathers who adore westerns, of course I know who that is. Anyway, when I bought him the notebook, I printed a bunch of railroad maps for him, and some other relevant research I thought he might need. He says he's going to try and write it this winter while he's taking care of Datta. I hope he does. I hate westerns, but if he asks me to read it, I will.
Going to throw my whole heart into the post season to distract myself. I will immediately have my heart broken, but I'm with my boys of summer until the bitter end.
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whatmathgodwrought · 1 year
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The Second Coming
By William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Also, Andreas Katsulas as G'Kar crushes the delivery in this slightly abridged version.
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bitter69uk · 1 year
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The weekend starts now!
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