#he’s made it 60 slutty slutty years

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Some birthday majimer doodles (pretend I actually posted this on the 14th) 🎉

[crepesuzette2023]

Hi! Because someone just asked me, I'd love you hear your Top 5 favourite McLennon fics!

You made my day! Nothing could have made me happier than this ask.

I'm not going to evade your question. I will post my top-five, even though it hurts to choose. But you inspired me to finally write a longer (okay: very long) post about some (not nearly all!) of my favorites, which will be under the cut.

(Sorry for not knowing every writer's tumblr, by the way. Please feel free to let me know, so I can tag authors where appropriate. Thank you!)

My Top 5:

MIRACLE WORKER by @scurator. What can I say. Every time I need my heart broken and to feel an inkling of what grace truly means, I go to this masterpiece about Paul and Robert Fraser finding each other again at Cavendish in 1981.

COAST STARLIGHT by bookofapril is "Miracle Worker's" cosmic twin. The sun to its night. Paul and Robert Fraser on Fire Island in 1974. Nothing I can say will do it justice, so I won't try. This is the "other world" conjured in "Tug of War," so powerfully and joyfully imagined, it's real. (I'm always thinking of this story, but I did so extra hard when I came across a prompt recently: 'They aren't each other's first love, but they're each other's true love'.)

SAME AS IT EVER WAS by RedheadAmongWolves. My favorite Outsider's POV. An ageing newsstand owner from Liverpool remembers John and Paul as boys and young men. There's something magical about the relationship coming alive in these glimpses. A story filled with tenderness that reminds me to always look closely.

AN ORGASM OF SOUND by @pauls1967moustache. The insanity of John and Paul in 1967 got the tribute it deserves. I sleep easier since I read this story. It feels cosmically right that it exists.

PLANT A SEED by @eveepe. Paul in his slutty sailor outfit in Miami. He and John are into each other, and happy, and fuck slowly. Afterwards, Paul has an idea for a new song. That's it. Tender, glorious, hot perfection. Apply at least once a week for best results.

For more thoughts about some of my favorite stories, sorted into very much defined-ad-hoc categories, read under the cut.

Young Love:

I love the myth of their first meeting, and stories that speculate about the sexually loaded creative fireworks/gritty jealousies/tentative hand-holding/topping and tailing during the first years. Here are some faves:

Paul finds music, and John, and his life is changing. In STREETS OF OUR TOWN (@with-eyes-closed) you can taste the upheaval and promise of first love and growing up. Deeply sensual, even without on-page sex. The shaky, sweet, and all-consuming fire of John and Paul’s first kiss is immortalized in ALL I KNOW SINCE YESTERDAY (RedheadAmongWolves). In NON NOBIS SOLUM (@downtothe-lastdrop), art student John simply has to know how far grammar school boy Paul will go to please him. But Paul matches him play-by-play. In THE CAST IRON SHORE (@m1ssunderstanding) Paul earns extra money through music and sex. John finds out. They fall in love, and hide their mutual pining behind transactions—but in the end, they man up to pair up, and get their band back on track. (The first part is finished; I can’t wait for part 2.) John and Paul’s ’61 trip to Paris has been honored in fiction many times; WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG THEY ASSUME YOU KNOW NOTHING (@lilypadd23) is a slow-burning, blessedly long story that blossoms sweetly. DON’T THINK ABOUT IT is the concept by which Paul measures both his pining for John and their deeply satisfying (but surely not really queer?!) sex life. Perfectly realized Paul POV by @merseydreams. Finally: I NEED YOU DARLIN’ (verse) (by @beatlessideblog) would have fit many categories, but I put it here, because in the end, it’s about young John and Paul becoming friends, making music, having sex, and falling in love. No more, no less. Embedded in a late 50’s/early 60's Liverpool omegaverse in which there's a place for their bond. But, surprise (?!): It’s still complicated. I can’t overstate how charming and satisfying and funny and hot this work is.

Old John and Paul:

Is there anything as lovely as imagining John and Paul growing old together?

In HERE TODAY (@herspecialagent), John and Paul found happiness with each other in Scotland. On 8th December 1980, they invite friends for a party, and fight an inexplicable sense of doom. A reminder that our other lives can be closer than we think, and to keep our loved ones even closer.

GROW OLD WITH ME (@inherownwr1te): Old farmers and husbands John and Paul enjoy domestic bliss, deal with a broken arm, and make sweet love.

HAVING COFFEE (@feathersandblue): John Lennon and Paul McCartney, “one of the most iconic gay couples in history,” look back on their early love, the Beatles, and being outed in the 80’s, in this oh-so-glamourous, well-written 2020 portrait…

Magical re-tellings of J/P and/or the Beatles Story:

No matter where you come down on the blessed vs. cursed continuum—they were living through something magical.

In KISSING THE BLARNEY (@zilabee) the Beatles draw love and music from kissing Paul, and each other, until the stupid world interferes. But fear not, all ends well. How to tell the truth through whimsy: this story demonstrates it.

In WE ARE ALL TOGETHER (also by @zilabee), John and Paul switch bodies. It helps.

I WAS A YOUNGER MAN NOW (THEN) (POST HOC) BY @fingersfallingupwards: Paul is a time traveler and braids his life together with John’s, out of order, through the years. And yes, they do grow old together—but not without losing each other first. I’m in awe of this story.

A darker time-traveling story is A MATTER OF TIME (D12Fan), in which John and Paul love each other, over and over, and never manage to make it work—but Paul won’t give up.

FOR THOUGH THEY MAY BE PARTED (@downtothe-lastdrop): The misery of the 'Get Back' sessions and memory-stunting technology imported from “Severance” are not enough to kill off John and Paul’s attraction and longing for each other. Again, this is basically what happened, so.

John and Paul without the Beatles?

Yes, please! Sometimes, the best way to dissect and celebrate (and fix?) this mesmerizing and exasperating partnership is to lift it from its context and drop it elsewhere. Anything goes.

WHATEVER FATE DECREES by @dailyhowl: A gorgeous, finely spun, securely handled, self-contained vision of how John and Paul could have worked as artists in love, without a band to 'legitimize' and constrain their bond. I love this homage to their deep and complicated love that needed trust and breathing room.

1967 by @walkuntilthedaylight: What if John and Paul had gone to Spain together and not come back? This story not only explores their relationship layer by layer, it also dives into the the feelings of those who knew them 'before' and who now meet them again, as a couple. A fascinating alternate history. Not a fluffy one.

TOMORROW I'LL MISS YOU (@pauls1967moustache): Paul abandons John in Hamburg—or John stays behind without bothering to write, depending on who you ask. This "Before Sunset"—AU reunites them, years later. They ride a bus and write a song, and the love and tension are sweet and painful.

DOUBLE FANTASY (by @javelinbk): Modern AU in which John and Paul meet at John's flower shop and manage to ignore and creatively re-interpret their feelings for one another for a surprising amount of time, before fate has mercy. I love how their sweet, well-matched eccentricity makes the world a warmer place for both of them.

WE ARE STARDUST (Unchained_Daisychain): AU. John and Paul meet at Woodstock, fall hard and fast for each other, and have to decide what to do with it: Paul's life is back home in England...except...

Angst, darkness, and courage:

Pain, fear, grief, and other dark emotions are part of the real J/P story, so it makes sense to honor and harvest them in fiction. One of my favorite brands of McLennon angst is the one triggered by their feelings for each other, and the thing they become once they're together™. When they're scared of how much they need each other, and of what will happen next.

ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE and MANAGING EXPECTATIONS (both by @pauls1967moustache), for instance. The first is a terrifying threesome with Yoko (at John's instigation, of course), in which trust is never rewarded and sex resolves nothing. The second is Paul wondering, in thoughts both messy and crystal clear, whether he exists independently of John. He turns to Brian for answers. They fuck. It feels like a human thing compared to what is going on in Paul's mind. Just astounding.

SUNDAY DRIVER (@boshemians) dives into the theme of Paul and John being afraid of themselves in the aftermath of Paul's accident (moped, sexual) with Tara Browne. This one, like "Managing Expectations," ends on a lovely grace note.

MACABRE (@dovetailjoints). Lennon and McCartney go too far.

OPEN HEART (@paisanas). Paul drinks John's blood. John lets him. But Paul starts to hate himself for how much he needs John, which John feels as rejection. I love how this story ends on Paul embracing his need. You can see the painful, bare bones of their malnourished love under the lush sensuality of the vampire sex. Raw and rich.

SILENCE (@ohjohnnysblog). Short and piercing. If there is someone you love—tell them. Don't wait.

THE LATE, GREAT JOHNNY ACE (@midchelle). Reeling with grief, Paul is recording an album in 1981. George and Ringo are there. John is not. But in the end—he is. And they touch. I've always admired Paul's resilience in the face of having to perform or "prove" his love of John in public, and this story showed me, without sugar-coating, where this resilience comes from.

Light, hope, and fixing things:

There is also much lightness and brightness in McLennon, because John and Paul were ridiculous, and horny, and weird. And also: they deserve a laugh. They deserve the fluffiest of happy endings. They deserve high-quality, life-affirming smut. They deserve silly, because silly is what they were. You know their names, look up their number.

1980. John is in BERMUDA (@scurator), Paul visits. Paul comes prepared, John just comes. Sometimes, it can be this simple. This story always leaves me in such a good mood. Paul is the (more) experienced one, and it...really works for me.

GOT TO GET DOWN (@eveepe): In praise of John's obsession with Paul's...precious. His small and perfect prick.

ADVENTURES IN TOTAL HONESTY (@merseydreams). Pithy and sexy, and, I quote from the tags: #Excessive Margarita Mixing.

ANINUT (@pauls1967moustache): The Beatles heal, together and separately, after Brian's death. Once more, I quote the writer: "The Beatles did not follow any of the Jewish mourning traditions, and frankly, they should have."

The unhinged weirdness of the Mad Day Out, with John and Paul escaping and Francie, Yoko and Mal not missing them...much, is rightfully celebrated in one of the insaner stories I read: JOHN, I'M ONLY DANCING (@skylikeaflame)

FAIR'S FAIR (@javelinbk): John and Paul are being silly during a press conference, resulting in acute arousal requiring John's skilled intervention. I love the unexpected care and tenderness in this one!

WHERE THE POETS WENT (RedheadAmongWolves): Tender and enchanted story in which Paul and John go to a bookstore, where they're not as famous as everywhere else. As delicate as the chiming doorbells and the pages murmuring around them.

TAKEN AWAY (@crumblingcookies) Extraterrestrial Intelligence intervenes to reunite John and Paul.

CAN I TAKE MY FRIEND TO BED? (manhattanvalleys). Paul fucks the band in sequence and gets off in the end, as is his due. This is a story like Prince's KISS. No filler, all effect.

THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY (@ohjohnnysblog). Warm and nostalgic phone sex in the 70's.

KEEP THE LIGHT WE'RE GIVEN (@backbenttulips). Amidst the rise of Beatlemania, Paul and John expect their first child. This is Paul's 1962 diary.

More Outsider POV's:

STILL MATES (@pauls1967moustache): in 1968, Peter Asher takes the leap to act on his feelings for his sister's spiraling ex fiancé. This isn't about Paul as much as about Peter, and who he wants to be. Gutting character study. It made me love Peter.

ANOTHER GIRL (@boshemians): Astrid reunites with the Beatles during the making of AHDN and registers their words and deeds with the same stark objectivity as her camera. I love how she seeks the shelter of obscurity while they are being dragged into the limelight. But she sees them, wherever they are. J/P in this story feels incredibly real to me.

WHY BUY THE COW (RedheadAmongWolves). The milkman sees everything on his early morning rounds: the arrival of a nice new family, the McCartneys, the mother's illness, the sadness after her death...and the arrival of a new love in the older son's life. He shouldn't approve—should say something, in fact. But a small inner voice holds him back.

SLEEPLESS IN WALES (thinkpink20). Mike overhears Paul and John whisper in bed. He doesn't understand everything they say. I do. Adorable.

Not each other's first love, but each other's true love

THIS YEAR'S FOR ME AND YOU (@skylikeaflame): After a long life, after deep and loving partnerships with other people, John and Paul, encouraged by their grown-up children, finally meet their mutual love head on. A festive story about waiting the perfect amount of time.

THERE ARE ALWAYS FLOWERS (tarenas): The Beatles are in the past; John and Paul's love is in ashes. Paul, who is fragile and bereft, lives with George, who is content. The four ex-Beatles unite for the second wedding of Mike McCartney. At times, the aching grief in this story is almost unbearable. But the love between George and Paul is unusual and real. This is unfinished. I'll keep waiting for the final chapter.

Beyond J/P

WANT ME WHEN I'M NOT THERE (@backbenttulips): Linda catches Paul cheating on her with John. She divorces him. Finally: a story that puts her most likely reaction front and center, with no mercy for the messed-up geniuses.

In the Rebecca-AU LOVE LIKE GHOSTS (@backbenttulips), Yoko becomes Mrs. Lennon. Soon, she discovers that her husband is haunted by the ghost of his first love. It's pleasing how well this re-telling matches the events as they (alas) (almost) happened. The ending is chilling. Genuinely horrifying. I love seeing Yoko as the sensible one and as the focus of empathy.

THE BASS LESSON (@aquarianshift). Paul and Stu fool around without letting go of their mutual resentment for even a moment. And it works. "Let's never do this again." I don't think so.

TELL ME ALL MY LOVE'S IN VAIN (@midchelle). Forget about quote unquote platonically obsessed male rock stars: This about about Maureen and Patti through the years. The web weaving continues.

SPOTLIGHT ON JOHN AND STU (@dailyhowl) A love story in letters—too brief, like Stu's life, but sounding as if the writer transcribed their dictation. Some of the best descriptions of what it must have been like to play on stage with the Beatles during the mania are in NO I IN THREESOME (@with-eyes-closed). George finds himself in the beam of attention between John and Paul, and nearly loses his mind. But he's determined to stay and become part of them. Paul is daddy and "fucks like music" as seen through George's eyes. The whole story is vicious and hot and uncomfortable—until there's the love and quiet at the eye of the storm.

Not for the faint of heart! WHAT THE CIGGIE CARTON SAW (@waveofhand): Paul McCartney having his way with cigarettes.

This is getting out of hand...but I'll stop here. There are so many more stories I love. And I can think of many other categories that would deserve their own post.

So, who knows: To be continued?

[satelliterayne]

eddie diaz is a secret swiftie and he has a playlist full of songs that make him think of buck and he cries every time he hears Best Day bc it makes him think of chris growing up and whenever he posts on instagram (literally once every three months) he uses taylor swift lyrics that he keeps in a note on his phone as the captions (he doesn’t know how to lock the note so it’s labeled “grocery shopping”) and when he and buck fight/argue he tries to see how often he can sneak a taylor swift lyric into the conversation. buck surprises him with a set of all her cd’s for christmas one year and tickets to the eras tour. (yes eddie still uses cd’s he insists they sound better) chris loves listening to his dad serenade buck in the kitchen with taylor swift when they think he’s asleep. after the All Too Well (taylor’s version) (the 10 minute version) is dropped the entire family refuses to watch any jake gyllenhall movies. eddie saw the headlines about taylor swift and joe alwyn breaking up and made buck text taylor kelly to see if she could confirm if it was true.

buck is an edm fan and a huge raver bc the beep boop noises help his adhd. he’s PR’d like 7 times listening to subtronics in the gym. he and chris make kandi together and when chris hands him a “rave dad” kandi he cries. he drags eddie to a lowkey rave and they take chris to another smaller one before they’re convinced to take a week off and take chris to lost lands once he turns 13. eddie volunteers his time as a medic to festivals in LA while buck runs off and makes tons of friends. buck wears mesh tops and body glitter while eddie wears a dj shirt with shorts (“why are the inseams on these like 3 inches buck?” “you have to be a little bit slutty it’s a rave!!”) chris loves being on bucks shoulders to see the stage and with most festivals being accessible and chris being cute they oftentimes make their way to the rail and can headbang together. chris falls in love with the scene and surprises his dad and his buck with a 60 minute set of taylor swift remixes for their anniversary after they get him equipment one year for his birthday.

Idk man sometimes i think and this is what happens

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 113 (Jan. 23, 1988) - “Angel One”

Written by: Patrick Barry Directed by: Michael Rhodes

The Breakdown

The Enterprise picks up on a distress signal from a freighter called ‘The Odin’ that went missing a few years back, so they decide to check out the nearest M-Class planet (ie, capable of sustaining life) to see if the survivors made it that far.  It turns out they did, but the problem is the survivors all happened to be men, and the planet they landed on is run by a matriarchal oligarchy that objectifies the males, and believes they should accept their place as slutty-play-things-without-rights.  Naturally the Odin survivors (being enlightened federation folk) take issue with this on-the-nose-metaphor, and go public with their opinions, resulting in a social justice movement (which we are told about but never actually see). 

Beata (The ‘Elected-one’ aka the ruler), agrees to let the Odin survivors go, since that would silence the dissenters, but not before getting Riker to spend the night with her, which he’s all-too-happy to oblige (she may be a misandrist, but Riker will not pass up on some perfectly good… diplomatic relations).  While Riker flounces around in a pretty little get up (all an essential part of the diplomacy), Tasha and Deanna talk to the survivors who refuse to leave since they have families now.  Their unwillingness to leave results in a death sentence, to which Riker is like, “Fuck this, lets just beam everyone out of here”.  Unfortunately the Enterprise is having it's own issues.

Back on the ship, a nasty virus has broken out, which has incapacitated most of the crew  (There’s also some stuff about Romulans, but none of that really amounts to anything) Anyways, since beaming everyone to the Ship is out of the question, and the executions are imminent, Riker makes a nice little speech to Beata about how “evolving world views are necessary for any civilization and maybe don’t be so mean to your men?” Somehow that works, and Beata decides to stay the executions on the condition that the survivors-and-their-families all go far away to a less pleasant continent (where they’ll be too busy surviving to worry about human rights). She reasons that if she can’t stop change at least she can slow it to a crawl, and everyone is like “Yay, what a progressive sentiment.” The end.

The Verdict

I’m not sure sure where to start with this episode, but I guess I’d have to say that the script just seems clueless. We’re shown a sexist matriarchy that is seemingly meant to mimic our own patriarchy, but it’s so broad that it fails to capture any nuance whatsoever. It’s also pretty telling that the feminine coded men of Angel One are all written as vapid, jealous, emotional, and devoid of any real agency; not unlike most of the women characters from this season so far. It’s well known that the women cast struggled with how their characters were portrayed, especially during the earlier seasons. I don’t know if ‘Angel One’ was one of the offending episodes, but it certainly throws its weight towards confirming the pattern.

1 star (out of 5)

Stray observations

Remember folks. It’s okay to hook up with a brazenly sexist dictator if they’re hot.

Tasha thinks Riker looks sexy in his skimpy-frilly-outfit and states it outright. Now I’m not one for kink shaming, but that’s not a very professional thing to say to your commanding officer.

Geordie gets to sit in the Captains chair. Nice.

Season-one-Worf is kind of adorable, like a pitbull. He’s big and strong looking, but just a teddy bear deep down. His scenes with Geordie on the bridge are so wholesome.

The prime directive sure is confusing. I thought the rule was that any pre-warp society is off limits, but Angel One is said to be equivalent to our mid-to-late 20th century. Apparently, the federation made contact with them 60 years ago, and that was okay because it didn’t involve a starship? I feel like the Prime Directive must have been a concept the writers were still figuring out. Then again, the Federation does seem to have some fairly arbitrary rules.

[faithinhome]

Neighbor Next Door- Stephen Strange / Female OC

18+ | Minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 1: 60 Seconds, Only

"you put a halt to an entire party because a 40 year old man told you to turn it down a little bit?" sam raised a brow, shaking his head.

anna crinkled her nose and shook her head, "why did he and now you, bring his age into this?"

"because, you're acting ridiculous" sam rolled his eyes. "what do you think he's gonna do? fall in love with a 25 year old girl while he's married and also 15 years older than you?"

"look, i never said i wanna be with him" anna sighed. "i can't help that i like him. he's just so hot"

sam opened his mouth to talk but shut it right up. he couldn't argue with that. the man was definitely hot.

"all i'm saying is" anna continued. "i'd just like some attention once in a while"

"fuck no" sam protested immediately. "no way. he's married."

"i said some attention. like distant looks and whatnot. i'm not asking to fuck him."

"still no. emotional cheating."

"that's bullshit" anna rolled her eyes. "you've never had a crush on anyone else outside of a relationship?"

"never strong enough to act on it" sam countered. "it's in your best interest to drop it"

"who’s asking anyone to act on it? that’s my whole point. passive attention isn’t acting on it."

“still no.”

“okay, prude” anna rolled her eyes.

"don't make me say it" sam warned and anna playfully smacked his arm.

“call me a slut, i don’t care.”

"can't you find someone your own age?" sam asked as they made their way to the bookstore.

"what? like jeff passed out on my couch last night?" anna asked pointedly. "sure. because guys my age are just so delightful"

sam was running out of arguments so he just changed the topic. he knew anna wasn't a home wrecker so he decided not to stress on it too much. she hated cheaters. she also talked a lot of shit that she really didn't mean pretty much 99% of the time.

...

so, sam wished he'd continued trying to put pressure on anna to keep it in her pants because her slut o' meter was about to break anytime and sam blamed himself.

it all started when sam walked out of her room one day while they were hanging out, watching anna frantically undress and put on a pink skimpy swim suit and grab a spray bottle, spraying her hair and body.

"uh, are we doing a photoshoot?" he piped up, causing her to jump. "perhaps, pre-wetting ourselves for the beach?"

"ew" anna crinkled her nose. "no, shut up. we got strange and palmer's mail, im gonna go return it to them"

"and then go join them in their pool?" sam raised a brow.

"no". that was the only explanation anna provided as she checked herself out in the mirror, fixing her hair.

she knew she couldn't just show up in a bathing suit acting like this is just how she dressed. so instead, the sheen liquid on her hair and body was going to give the idea that she'd just come from the beach.

"this.. might be a bit too slutty to show up at their door" anna murmured to herself.

"ya think?" sam joked.

anna grabbed a long, sheer chiffon from the floor and put it on before grabbing the envelope. "that should do.”

"yeah, that definitely helps" sam responded sarcastically but his friend was out of the door before he even finished the sentence.

anna rang the bell without a second thought. she didn't quite feel nearly as confident as she looked.

but she'd learnt from a young age to fake it, and now it came a lot more naturally to her. except for maybe when an insanely charming neighbor was involved.

when the door opened, she was met with soft green eyes and a polite smile.

"oh hey there, ms. palmer" anna flashed a smile, a little sad it wasn't stephen that opened the door.

"hi" christine smiled, appearing a little confused.

"oh um, i got your mail by accident, i guess" she started as she handed her the mail.

"food's ready babe" anna heard a lower register come up from behind christine and she felt her stomach flip.

heat flushed her cheeks as he showed up behind christine, his eyes falling on anna.

"oh thanks, love" she smiled at stephen. "she was just dropping off our mail."

anna waved a quick hello at stephen.

to ensure this visit wasn't short lived, she added, "and im really sorry about the party last saturday night. i'll remember to keep it down more often. and uh, thanks for being so nice about it.”

stephen quickly scanned anna as he gazed between the two. quick enough for her to not have noticed. almost as if to compensate, he wrapped his arms around christine, smiling over at their neighbor. "no worries"

christine just smiled and nodded in response and anna figured it was time to get out.

"have a good day, you guys." she smiled and backed away. "see you around"

"thanks for the mail!" christine smiled before closing the door.

"wish i could go to the beach today" christine said as she put the envelope into a small tray with the others, deciding to open it later.

"i know" stephen cleared his throat as he set the table for breakfast. "but duty calls."

"sadly" she smiled as she slid into her seat. "thanks, love.”

stephen was still a little smitten from the little interaction he'd had with their neighbor.

he was always respectful of women and he really didn't want to think about why anna had showed up at their door... looking like that.

was it just in his head? was he just being a sexist dickhead? or did she definitely have some reason behind showing up like that, especially after how their interaction went last night?

either way, stephen was definitely slightly turned on. just slightly. no one could do it for him like christine did. and he knew that the moment he glanced over at christine and a soft smile grazed his lips.

the two did some lovemaking before they left and stephen could definitely admit to himself that he imagined it was his neighbor beneath him, just for a small minute.

60 seconds, only.

...

sam should have also said something when wanda came over to bake some cupcakes and anna offered to take them to their neighbour, under the pretence of her starting to learn how to bake.

but wanda didn't protest, and so sam decided maybe it wasn't a deal big enough for him to say anything.

besides, anna was dressed in a cute yellow sundress. she didn’t look like she was dressed for seduction.

anna didn't want christine to grow suspicious for everytime she showed up at their door looking like a slut. besides, she did not want to be a homewrecker or make christine feel uncomfortable. she just really wanted to see stephen but she barely ever got to see him.

however this time, it was stephen who was shirtless when he opened the door. and what's worse? his body was sheen with sweat.

heat flushed to anna’s face the moment the door swung open.

and her eyes shamelessly dropped to his chest, her mouth going dry at the sight before her.

"oh um hi, doctor" she spoke softly, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

he had a small smirk on his face. fuck, had he noticed anna’s demeanour change? was he... proud of himself?

anna shook off the thoughts. she was reading too much into it because she was so insanely infatuated.

stephen honestly wondered if anna ever wore a bra? every interaction that he's had with her so far, he’d always been able to, see things. it’s not like he was ogling all the time. they were just always…there.

he also shook away those thoughts. that was none of his business. and he was probably just being a jerk to ponder over that.

"hi, neighbour" he smiled and nodded. "how's your thursday going?"

"great!" anna smiled. “um, so i recently started baking. and uh, well, sam's always going on about how i need to stop being a hermit and socialize more so i decided to bring my neighbours some of the cupcakes i baked?"

totally innocent visit and here stephen was, thinking like a fucking perv. he nodded with a soft smile and reached out to grab the tray from her. "those smell incredible, thank you so much. christine loves cupcakes."

anna smiled, her heart beat picking up. "oh wait, um, do either of you have a nut allergy?"

she felt so stupid now for not having thought about it before.

"nope" stephen smiled. "we're pretty much clear when it comes to food allergies. got lucky that way"

anna chuckled softly and nodded. "you sure did. hope you enjoy the cupcakes!"

once they said goodbye, and stephen closed the door, he began to think about what it was that drew him to his neighbour.

sure, objectively, she was definitely hot.

but it was just the sheer confidence she radiated, that always really got him. he liked strong women. that's why he ended up with christine.

besides, she was always incredibly sweet.

stephen wasn't too bothered by his feelings of attraction though.

it was just a harmless crush. maybe not even that. just a harmless infatuation. that's all. that couldn't possibly be a crime, could it?

...

sam realized he'd really fucked up when him, wanda and anna ended up at a party that stephen was also present at. and he realized anna was downright flirting with him. and he knew he had to pull her away before she acted more and more like an idiot.

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a/n: chapter one’s here!! guys!!!! i cannot fucking believe the positive reception this fic got from the prologue. i’m so excited that you all are also just as excited for this fic. chapters are gonna be getting longer and have more stuff happen so get excited!

also, i personally use the word slut as not a derogatory term, but as a simple word. i don’t see being slutty or being a slut as a flaw. which is why i use it so freely. but if that’s not for you, i acknowledge that.

but if you still wanna keep reading and want to be on a tag list, let me know!!

also, i forgot to add a 18+ warning on the prologue so any of you that started reading from the prologue are minors im so sorry i love you all but please dni 🫶🏼

anyway!! thank you guys so much for your support 💞

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

If you were gonna design a Riddler to be played by Alan Cummings, what's the general direction you would take for him?

Riddler Design based around Alan Cumming

So, someone who knows me definitely sent this. Though it isn't exactly a secret, there's only a select few people who know my actor crush on Mr. Cumming. He's a stunning, talented actor with whom I could probably listen to his voice for an obscenely long time. That in mind. Several things.

This riddler is around the same age as Alan Cumming irl (late 50s, early 60s) so a riddler that's been in the game a while. That being said, I would like this Riddler to look the part. He's been around a bit. Banged up. Facial and body scarring- doesn't have to be a lot. Just evidence that the man has been fighting for years. Plus, scars are sexy and visual storytelling. That and he's either leaning harder into the cane OR OR....... This art by worri-wort has me in love with the idea of him having a prosthetic leg of some kind as well. it would of course be extra as hell. Something he designed himself. There is also this rad as hell art by lucasoliko portraying him with a leg brace which I would also be down for!! Basically multiple ideas on HOW to visually portray his long years of fighting heroes, you get the gist.

For personality- verbose, lyrical and charming. Little bit slutty. There's a social awkwardness there that he tries to hide behind a silver tongue. Inspo from Zero Year and Batman #452-453 (where he tricks batman into doing the supernatural ritual and gets excited over a danse macabre) where he's fairly delighted by what he does. A joy and smug pride, if you will, by his own cleverness. Yet when he becomes menacing, it's a sharp and strong heel turn. Distinctive and cold-blooded.

In terms of clothing, I think it's fair to say that Alan Cumming can pull off many different fashions and not only in suits.

Pardon my poor sketching- I am in no way a designer of any sort. But here is a general idea of what I've had in my mind. Inside of the coat/back of the vest is black with the question marks being gold. Dress shirt under all the layers is black. Mask, gloves, ribbon on bowler and tie are matching purple.

All question marks are either solid metal gold or metallic gold thread as on vest and coat. Dark brown almost black fashionable but functional boots. "Pocket watch" that is actually a long range pinpad/remote for his devices. Cane is dark metallic made to look like wood besides question mark. Bowler solid green matching elements of the outfit.

In terms of main coat/vest/pant fabric, I'd actually love to see a Riddler with some texture. I was thinking either the outer coat having a marbled green OR front of vest and pant marbled with outer coat solid matching green OR just front of vest marbled. That is something that would be the result of different sort of experimenting to see what looked best. These are just several example fabrics to give an idea of direction.

I could also see this riddler in particular in a skirt/more gender ambiguous clothing design such as this 60s riddler art by ciriceart!

If he's working on something, he likely has old t-shirts and canvas pants that he doesn't mind if they get ruined :)

[rubsjuice]

hi! who and what is the guy that made you forget greek mythology exists!

Hi, thank you for asking

(first image by @gh0stbreath second I drew over a meme)

his name is

Icarus

Also I tend to write characters more on the natural/realistic side so I hope you're not disappointed he's not a wretched fantastical beast or a dude with super cool powers he's just a guy. He could be your neighbor for all we're concerned. Read more bc I can't shut up about him

He just. Looks very normal. He's a tiny gay loser car salesman from Boston with a husband and children, negative credit score, 30k in debt and in the sights of loan sharks because he's too stubborn to get through his head that his dream of being self made and successful is never gonna be realized. He also has a penchant for religion, although he stops going to church to get more time to try to make his business work. His dream is to have a successful job, a beautiful family, and being a pillar of community – he's the guy the American Dream is marketing itself to, and the kind of guy who's most let down by it

He gets tied up in some mafia business when they put him as a front for their own business in exchange of letting his debts go and leaving his family out of it, and he promptly uses it to abandon the aforementioned family, get filthy stinking rich, invest heavily in advertising and become one of the most well-known faces in New England & the East Coast in general because his face would be in almost every ad running on TV at the time. He also had a huge liking of fashion and apparel in general so he had a bunch of clothing lines, perfumes and accessories named after him. He also developed like 5 different mental illnesses from it because by the time he was famous he was also in his 40s and he experienced the most hardcore midlife crisis ever trying to keep up with the socialites and rich kids he'd surround himself with.

Then when the mafia drops him and it turns out most of his fortune was inflated by an overcomplicated money laundering scheme he sort of starts to experience the Horrors as he starts getting increasingly desperate to keep his life afloat due to all the mental illness he's accumulated, and after a particularly bad trip on LSD where he sees every version of himself from the past and future and beats the shit out of himself he decides he needs to shape up and let this life go for his own sake. So he calls his (now ex)husband and asks to go back into his life and he goes through this whole 20 year long healing arc with a lot of therapy and finds a new and exciting gender for himself (guy who is a mom)

Some other random facts about him is that he's catty, physically fragile, lowkey slutty and loves to overindulge himself. He can be very blunt and says the most insane things. As an old man (around 60) he has a tumblr blog where he ends up being like a B-celebrity. He enjoys serious and artsy media and his favorite book/movie of all time is American Psycho. He relates to Patrick Bateman because he believes him to be the sort of guy he could turn into if he let himself stay in the rich life for longer without seeking proper help, and being able to look at that guy and go "lol glad that's not me anymore" makes him feel Normal

As you can tell if you squint, his life story more or less mirrors the tale of Icarus, with the exception of the healing arc bit (he was saved from falling in the ocean!!), plus with his whole religious theme he also gets a "fallen angel" sort of motif that fits very well. There's more stuff to his life that makes his name and theming more interesting but I don't wanna keep you here all day

Here's his playlist organized chronologically also it's full of bangers

So yeah with all these themes you can tell every time someone talks about the myth of Icarus I just go "ooooo just like my blorbo" and forget that I made him close to the myth on purpose

You can also find posts I tag as him [here]

[blanketempress]

HI. QUASTIONS. 💙

1) Which vampire of yours has your favorite "how they got turned into a vampire" backstory?

2) Who is the mother of Arzel's daughter?

3) What inspired each of your vampire characters? What gave you the idea for them?

Thank youuu <3

1) embraces

They all have interesting embraces, it was planned for a long time for Arzel and Lorenzo, so they got out of it kind of shaken but not completely shattered

Arzel served his Sire as a ghoul for 60 years, McAndrew had the idea pretty quickly that he would make a good Childe and slowly prepared him accordingly through the years. They grew to have a decent father/son relationship though still kind of distant bc Victorian era

Enzo's Sire is his aunt Gina, which is a little frown upon within the Giovanni family/clan but nobody really cares too much to say anything. She absolutely HATES Livia (her sister, Lorenzo and Matteo's mother) and she was delighted to find out that Livia hated one of her sons. She made sure Lorenzo would get the attention of the family, giving him the right nudges until she was allowed to embrace him. Lorenzo exceeded all of her expectations so she's very pleased. Livia is absolutely enraged, and now has to stay a ghoul for a long long time before it's her branch of the family's turn to have someone turned into a vampire

Anton was a blood doll, his Sire got a little carried away and felt bad about killing him just for long enough that she decided to embrace him. Then she got kind of bored of him and ditched him

2) Ruth's mother

As I said Arzel was a ghoul for a looong time, and he was persuaded like every other ghouls that ghouls can't have kids. So yeah, he wasn't the most careful. He didn't have his completely carefree slutty attitude yet, he still had stable-ish relationships. Esther was a Nosferatu ghoul he befriended, they had a lot in common. She hid her pregnancy, hid her daughter even from Arzel who was away at that time, so Ruth was already into her twenties when Arzel met her. Esther was killed a few months before Arzel came back to London, he never got to see her again

I wouldn't say that they were in love, but they had a great relationship, he was sad to hear about her death, he had hoped she was just hiding from him bc he's not a ghoul anymore

3) Vampires inspiration

All my OCs spring fully formed from my brain

Though I have to admit I grabbed some cool concepts and mostly I REALLY wanted to go "fuck the lore"

Anton is a Malkavian who can't use the two main powers his clan is known for + I thought the concept of the church of caine was cool

Arzel is a Ventrue, the Blue Blood clan, but he grew up on a farm and was a sailor for a while then a thug + the concept of Ventrue warlords bringing him closer to the Brujah clan at first glance

The Giovanni family is reactionary (lol) so I was like, I'm going to make a trans gay ace Giovanni and nobody can stop me. Then I was like hey, what if the Giovannis actually acted like a fucked up family with country side levels of european family drama and it went downhill from there, the clan is a (very) dark comedy telenovela now

[minglana]

truly what ive heard from my friend is crazy. he flirts with one of the kitchen staff (the only one whos conventionally "hot" ig and also bc shes suuuper nice and has just an overall super bubbly open personality. i love her) and he flirts with all the cleaning ladies. coincidentally the cleaning ladoes call him "el pajillero" aka "the masturbator" (but in a jerking off way. so like. the jerker off or something like that). when he works at the dorms he makes comments abt the "slutty" girls (THEY ARE MINORS. SOMETIMES EVEN JUST 13-14 YRS OLD). another time my friend (who respectfully has a board for a butt) was bending over a desk and i saw how he coulnt stop looking away and oggled her for like 2 minutes straight. he has made innapropriate comments to the uni guys (when there were abt 5 or 6 of them) abt having sex w us (2 uni girls). he has also explicitly said how women will never be equal to men in any way ever and he doesnt understand why women even try because they are 1. different and 2. less than men. another time my friends and i were in a room past curfew and he knocked on the door of the room we were in and when he saw us (three girls sitting on the bed, two more sitting on a chair on each others laps. the 5 of us dykes) the first this he said was "everyone go to bed. god knows what yall were doing in there". not to highlight AGAIN this issue but at least 2 of the people there were minors, one of them 16. literally why are you, A 60 YEAR OLD MAN, making these comments

like how this man is still walking around with a job. ESPECIALLY ONE AT A SCHOOL is astounding to me. im not exaggerating when i say that firing this man is the least we fucking deserve

[dostoevskybignaturals]

i hate feelings because i have to feel them

this morning, after i responded to my mom's texts in defense of her support for trump, a dove crashed into our balcony door. it was fine. it sat on the rail for a moment and then flew off. about a half hour later another dove crashed into the balcony door again. this one was also fine, sitting in almost the same spot as the first dove on the rail before flying off.

i pay attention to omens like that. i looked up what it could mean and there were some sources that said doves can represent spreading your wings and taking flight, and birds crashing into your window but flying away unscathed can mean ending negative cycles to embrace positive change. a friend confirmed this when they said that both of these birds represent my relationship with my parents.

i feel like this is an uncomfortable time where i'm finally being honest with myself about how my mom's choices have effected my mental health. i don't think she's a bad mom, per se. i think she's done fucked up shit, and she's mostly owned up to it. but i've also not exercised boundaries with her very often or very firmly, and it's time i acknowledge that she's ignored them before. i know she doesn't mean to hurt me, but she has. i need to stop tip-toeing around her and be honest about this. it's been a long time coming.

she used to cry a lot. she tried to hide it usually. i remember a lot of tearful "family meetings" where my mom tried addressing my dad's behavior but it always turned into an argument with me in the middle. i learned to be cautious about my behavior and communication because i didn't want to make things worse. i thought that i could avoid my dad's unpredictable moods by being well-behaved. and if he was in a good mood then my mom would be happy too. they never made me feel as if it was my responsibility to support them emotionally, but i was an only child and i didn't have many friends. for years, it was as though my only relationships were with my mom and dad. i called her my best friend for most of my life.

we converted to catholicism when i was nine years old. she thought that religion might convince my dad to be kinder and gentler. i was not welcomed by the community there. i was excluded by the other kids because i was a convert, i guess. my mom homeschooled me with a catholic program for two years. i was taught that god could read my thoughts and that even thinking about sinning was just as bad as sinning. i beat myself up for my intrusive thoughts. i was taught that the pain i endured as a girl was deserved, a debt incurred by eve that i could never repay. my mom made me stand with her outside of an abortion clinic and pray. i remember someone drove up to us and said we were doing something bad. i didn't understand at the time. my mom voted for bush around that time because she thought he would ban abortion.

i know for some time she looked for religion elsewhere and she voted democrat. but she would make off-hand racist comments often. i don't know that they're any different from someone of her generation. she taught me tarot reading and astrology. i don't think she ever understood how much christianity fucked me up. she still apologizes for not leaving my dad sooner, but i don't think she understands how much her christianity instilled me with deep shame and fear long before i ever knew i was queer. it didn't help that she would always say bisexuals are just slutty because they're willing to do it with anyone. it didn't help that she invalidated me the first time i tried to communicate with her that i wasn't a cis woman.

she defined my sense of reality for so long. that ended a long time ago. i don't know what i was hoping for. maybe some part of me hoped that she was right and that i had nothing to worry about regarding my right to exist in america. but her perspective will always be that of a white woman in her 60s. i have always had to figure out my own way. it's my hope that i can do so now with complete confidence.

i can acknowledge that right wing politics preys on the vulnerabilities of her generation. but also i need to acknowledge that she's the kind of person who can't see beyond her own perspective. how much empathy did she really have for my autistic immigrant father?

even today she continues to be dismissive of my feelings. she has recently called me sensitive, asked me to explain my perspective on things but did not take it to heart. i can only believe that her love for me is genuine, and maybe i'm wasting my breath, but i'm not holding my tongue to protect her feelings when she so blatantly disregards mine.

[frecklystars]

Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoyed the Oscars performance of I’m Just Ken, I was wondering what you thought of it! This may be obvious and I’m just not picking up on it, but what were the implications you mentioned in the notes of Ken mimicking a knife stabbing him in the original performance versus shattering a glass and stabbing himself with that in the Oscars version? Did you mean that the difference is meaningful? I am interested to hear your thoughts! Apologies if it was something obvs tho lol 🐢

HI TURTLE ANON!!!! MY FRIEND TURTLE ANON!!!! HIII!!!! 👋

OHH I just meant in a literal sense that he's implying/mimicking he's stabbing himself in the chest with something pointy bc he's in THAT much pain when I went "the implications!!" hehe. this isn't the first time I phrased something in a weird way, and it shall not be my last :) sdlkfhdsfhdklsf I do want to say I like when there's that kind of thing in choreography! Mimicking you're stabbing yourself in the heart when you're emotionally wounded... ugh I eat that shit up. The Jabbawockeez (my favorite dance group) do that move all the time and it's-- UGH IT'S SO GOOD. Implying that you're so wounded from someone's words/actions that you feel as if you are physically bleeding to death from a stab wound piercing your heart is mmmmMMMYYYYY FAAAAAAVORITE!!!!!!!! 💘💘💘💘💘💘 I've actually been meaning to do Ken fanart of him stabbing himself with a glowing cupid's arrow ever since the movie was released in theaters. On opening night I was like "oh. I am drawing that at some point" and it's been, what, three quarters of a year? Haven't drawn it?!! I gotta get ON that

BUT ANYWAY AHH THAT'S MY FAVORITE PART!!!!! I like the difference between them too now that you mention it I DO wanna say something about that :3c I feel like........ Ken stabbing himself in the heart with a knife in the movie version showing how hurt he is dealing w/ his unrequited feelings/disrespect from the doll he was Made For, how it's a very slow feeling that festered within him for 60 crotchless, slutty years... his expression isn't an enraged sort of anger but it's just. bitter! he's tired and bitter and heartbroken! WAIT I made gifs hold on--

VS the Oscars version when Ken (we'll pretend it's Ken taking possession of Ryan Gosling's body for 3 minutes and 14 seconds) takes a champagne glass, is so hurt that it just feels like... an intense depression from a heartache that won't go away,,, total, utter desperation within the moment,,,,,, not something building up over time, but rather all of his resentment kind of simmers until it feels like it's breaking him, like his sadness is burning like acid eating him up from the inside out. You see all of that rage and anger put into every Ken that mimics smashing the glass on the staircase, and that anger melts into total despair when they're stabbing themselves. Taking a champagne glass, something that is not meant to cause harm, shattering it with such force until it becomes a weapon, and stabbing himself in the heart with the jagged shards -- and not even just stabbing himself with it, but the way he curls his body a little, then taking a pause, a breath -- OOGH. GOD it just!!! really accentuates his pain. Movie!Ken is in a dream ballet dance number, all of his feelings are in every move he makes. His bitterness and resentment is all in his expression as he keeps walking forward and continuing the choreography.

Since the Oscars version of this Ken is doing a performance based more on feeling (and, well, something built for live TV rather than a movie with a million camera shots and multiple takes), him sitting on the steps to pierce himself in the heart with his own champagne glass just seems so much more... what's the word i'm looking for. somber? just so utterly depressed and disconsolate... the way a movie version of just this one single line can be so different from a live TV version bc the choreography is different, the Feeling is different, the expressions and urgency within his movements are different!!!! ughhh so good!!!!!! It's my favorite part in the dance number, so seeing him not just mimic stabbing himself with a knife, but rather SHATTERING a GLASS to stab himself with the jagged shards??? UGHHH THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. That was Just For Me. I can't stop thinking about it....... I'm utterly obsessed.............

I'm really bad at phrasing things but hopefully I made SOME sense here heheh///// thank you for asking btw :D

[falsebooles123]

Finding The First Gay Kiss - Diary of a Big Ole Gay 1/14/23

Hey Whores, so first some good news. I may have a new job. Its tenous but I should have some breathing room and at least some part time stuff so thank god for that.

Second, um can we talk about M3GAN?

(yass qween slay)

So I just say it in theaters and its great and its about like parenting, and grief, and adulification and also the robot does a silly dance for no reason. Because she fucking can and its like this perfect encapsulation of this dicotomy between Innocence/Danger and Child/Adult. IDK Good Shit.

So as always sluts lets get into the Good Stuff

City Lights (1931) dir Charlie Chaplin

This is one of those films thats included a lot in general discussion of absolute kino. Not only is this one of the last silent films and the last of Charlie Chaplins films its also considered a favorite not only by the director himself but a lot of the later autuers that have graced the silver screen.

My opinion is that its .... alright.

Don't get me wrong this is a really great film, its enjoyable and I enjoy the vibe but I don't get the hype for it. The main reason why this is on the list is because the tramp basically has a sugar daddy in this. So Theres this Drunk Millionaire who whenever hes drunk he basically just wants to give the Tramp Money and kiss him on the mouth, and sleep in the same bed as him.

Basically what I'm saying is that the millionaire is tramp-curious.

Side Note: So random guy at the bar called himself "Bi-flitatious" and I kinda love that for him.

Besides that this movie is very straight and the Tramp gets up to a variety of antics.

Some LIke It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder

So if you know anything about this film then you know that at the end of the film the guys goes, "I can't marry you I'm a man" in which his fiance says "Well Nobody's Perfect"

(honestly that line is raw, we stan)

I think I also summerized the queer aspects of this really well on letterboxd and since I'm having a lazy day I'm just gonna Copy & Paste this shit there.

"This cross-dressing comedy is more like the 60s and 70s ones were these filthy men are invading womens spaces!!!!

thats a joke, anyway this film of course has ride or die Osgood Fielding III who likes "Pobodies Nerfect". at the same time the bottom in the relationship is honestly kinda gender fluid in this to the point where hes just perfectly comfortable marrying a man and living with she/her pronouns so like thats a thing."

This is also to the best of my knowledge the last of the "Role-reversal" comedys which is ironic since this is also a movie so slutty it broke the hays code, (though I just watched the "Sadian Trilogy" and that was only a few years later and they were so god damn slutty).

Its hard to pinpoint why the role reversal comedy fell out of favor my best guess is that the lavender scare and the general culteral hatred for those filthy queers eating donuts. Thats not to say that there is not any drag comedies moving forward but the next resurgance I can think of in mainstream popular culture is in the 90s and 2000s and obvously in our modern decade drag queens are once again becoming popular. Its been an intersting experience within this niche genre because its always fascinating to see how different eras constructed gender.

Suddently, Last Summer (1959) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz

Ok there are a lot of great clips from this film but you just know I had to show a clip of Elizabeth Taylor being STUNNING.

so this is one of several adaptations made by GIANT GAY Tenessee Williams which deals with homosexual subtext. Along with Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, and Rebel without a Cause or something.

This film follows hot doctor, Montgomery Clift, (also gay), who is being ara ara between Katherine Hepburn and Elizabeth Taylor and its this amazing southern gothic vibe of incest and insanity and just being horny on main for the surrogate of your gay ass son.

There is definetly a subtext to the play that deals with the mental healtcare of the past and its hard not to draw the comparision between Taylor's threat of a lobotomy with the way that many queer people with lobotomized during the time. It should also be noted that Williams sister was lobotomized in real life so there is definetly a personal aspect to this story telling.

Also on the BTS Big Gay Time, Gore Vidal, Famous Bisexual, wrote the script for this film.

This film is textually about Elizabeth Taylor hanging out with her cousin who may or may not be paying the locals to suck his dick. Its very colonalistic. Anyway , Spoilers, he does get cannabilized by the locals like its a kenneth anger film.

Subtextually this film is just CAMP AF and so it also has this amazing amount of divas chewing the furniture. It is amazing.

Vampry (1932) dir. Carl Theodor Dreyer

Vampry ... Der Traum des Allan Grey , (ugh you know I have to say the full ass german name because I AM AN ASSHOLE). is just this random ass vampire movie made by Dreyer I think after he did his religious epic with that one saint the lesbians like.

(ok I also love Joan of Arc, who doesn't she was a bad bitch)

this is on this list because according to Dreyer he based this off of Carmilla and also so like super random short story he read. This film is a lot like Nosferatu in the sense that the tropes for vampires wern't solidified and this is super artsy. A lot of these early non Dracula Vampire films were just doing the most and while this movie is probably the least gay vampire film i've ever seen it was v v cool.

The Blood of a Poet (1932) dir. Jean Cocteau

So basically Jean Cocteau, (Gay), was talking to his rich friend who gave him a bunch of money and was like. Hey whore I want you to make the artsiest art film, just whatever goes throught that gay gay gay GAY gay gay brain of yours.

So this film is giving us Eux d'artifice vibes but at the same time this movie is not gay enough for me needs to be gayer. That being said there is two more of these films so I expect symbolic sucking and fucking in the sequels.

Also Tonight I'm watching some of Julian Eltinges Filmography. A lot of his work is lost so if your gonna watch twitch tonight ge ready for Isle of Love and Madame Behave. anyway Sluts and Slanterns you have a good night.

[at-artemis]

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OUR DEAR FRIEND

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RIP Mrs. Westenra. She died doing what she loved… making it easier for Dracula to get to her daughter

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Guess it’s time to bang out some more tunes or something

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Thanks Dr AVH for bringing it back one more time

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Julius Caesar has been dead for 2066 slutty, slutty years

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Congressman 'GT'

Featuring U.S. Representative Glenn Thompson

Last week, I had the great pleasure of interviewing Congressman Glenn 'GT' Thompson for my university's paper. When I arrived at his office, I was a little nervous. I studied Congressman Thompson when we sat down. Your typical older white male in his early 60s. He was bald with greying hair. Nice and thick, from head to toe and I was willing to bet a thick cock too. Not too bad, he had a cute quality to him, someone I could have some fun with. I always had a thing for older guys. Anyway, we discussed the legislative branch and responsibilities of a U.S. Congressman and his 3 decades in rural health care before Congress.  

When the interview was over, we talked about everything from my school to life in general. He told me how he was a volunteer firefighter with over three decades of service, an Eagle Scout and 30+ year veteran of the Juniata Valley Boy Scout Council and about his wife and three adult sons. By now, my cock hardened at the thought of him and I having sex on the desk. I got up with my cock semi hard and walked over to a wall with his accolades. His eyes locked onto the slight bulge of my pants. He turned slightly in his chair and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him. He sat there, not knowing what to do next. I guess it was up to me to do most of the heavy lifting in this "deal." I walked over to him and I joked, "Do you want me to take care of that?"

"I don't think my wife wouldn't appreciate that." He chuckled before later remarking, "Are you serious about sleeping with me?"  

"Sure. Why not?"

He froze upon hearing that with only his lower lip seeming to quiver a bit. As if words were trying to be formed, but my now sexual presence was suffocating them. I step forward, adjusted his tie, I looked into his eyes and whispered, "GT, does your wife suck your cock every night and morning? Does she make you feel good?"

I slowly shook his head no, smiled meekly, putting my hand on his chest before I kneeled in front of him. I licked my lips and said, "GT, do you want me to suck your cock."

With his lips still quivering, he nodded yes as I slid my hands up and down his thick legs. I put on my most sincere face and thanked him while my hands slid up his body and down his legs again. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt so I could undo his pants. I slid them down and was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 7 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. I took in his musky smell and it felt so erotic.

GT gripped the arms of his leather chair as I slid my tongue up his cock, slipped my lips over his manhood and went to work. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him. His glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him.

I moved my mouth over the top and with a pop, his cock sprang free from my lips. I slowly stroked his cock as I kissed my way down it until I got to his balls and lightly licked them. A moan escaped his mouth as I continued to lick and stroke him. I slid my tongue slowly up his shaft as my hands went to caress his balls as I continued my oral assault on him. I sucked him off for everything it was worth.

Suddenly, I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breathe. I was feeling real slutty, so I looked at him and asked, "You're wife doesn't suck your cock like this does she."

He shook his head as I slapped his cock against my lips and then my tongue. I bobbed down again to get some of his precum in my mouth. I let his cock free of my mouth again and spat on it to lube it more as I stroked him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

He answered with a breathless, "Yes please..."

I quickly I stood up, jerked my pants and shorts down. My fat cock sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. I definitely wanted GT to fuck me, I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. But I paused long enough to pull a tub of KY out of my pocket.

"Here put some of this on your cock." I told him before I leaned over and grabbed the desk, jetting my butt in his direction.

A moment latter I felt his slippery dick head pressing against my asshole. I could feel his hot precum on my hole as he pushed the head into my hole. I relaxed as best as I could and gasped as the head pushed past the ring of muscle and into me. He stroked slowly, working the whole 7" into me till his hips pressed against my ass. He gripped my hips firmly and began to stroke in and out of me. Still slowly at first. He pulled out till the head almost slipped out then thrust it smoothly back in, each entry into me made me catch my breath and made my chest tight. His rhythm began to pick up speed and he grunted with pleasure. I gasped out loud with each thrust into me as his grip tightened.

"You like that huh?"

"Yes."

"Tell me how bad you want my cock in your ass! Beg me to cum in your ass!"

"I love it, I need it. I need it SO bad. Fuck my ass, own it!" I said as I was pushing back against his thrusts enjoying the sound of skin slapping together and that hard dick pounding my ass. I felt my balls tighten up to my body and my cock felt like there was an electric charge running through it. The smell of musk and sex filled my senses and it was intoxicating.

All this, spurred him to pump into me faster and harder forcing more moans and gasps from me.

"GOD YES! Fuck me GT, Fuck me!"

He thrust fully into me digging his fingers into my hips and grunted holding himself deep in me. He began spraying my insides with his hot cum. I could feel it in me. The thought that I was just fucked by a United States congressman was wild and I came on the floor. My knees gave out and I let the table support my body. When my head cleared and I could think again I realized that GT still had a grip on my hips and had lifted them slightly and was still smoothly pumping my ass. His cum was a super lube and he had shrunk just a bit but that still hard member was working my hole like he was working up to come again.

"God damn, do you have an ass on you." He said as he pushed that wonderful cock back in me as far as it could go, sending a shiver through my balls and up my dick and through my chest.

"Thank you GT."

[sun-to-my-luna]

M.V  Records

Tape  2. A : The BIG Bang

For most of you that don’t know Mav**** Records used to be a part of Warner Music Group (WMG) and not (s***) SMG.  The one and only Madonna was head CEO of  Mav. Records.  In 1992 Madonna and Time Warner Inc. announced a contract that could’ve been worth 60 million dollars, to form what once was a defunct failure of a record company,  now turned artist management agency that we all know and love. Madonna had a recording contract at the time with Sire Records a WMG owned label.

Madonna

in 2016 Madonna gave a speech at the Billboard Women in Music event.  She said, "I stand before you as a doormat. Oh, I mean, as a female entertainer," Madonna said. "Thank you for acknowledging my ability to continue my career for 34 years in the face of blatant sexism and misogyny and constant bullying and relentless abuse." She continues by saying, 

"I was of course inspired by Debbie Harry and Chrissie Hynde and Aretha Franklin, but my real muse was David Bowie. He embodied male and female spirit and that suited me just fine. He made me think there were no rules. But I was wrong. There are no rules -- if you're a boy. There are rules if you're a girl," Madonna said.

Among those rules: "If you're a girl, you have to play the game. You're allowed to be pretty and cute and sexy. But don’t act too smart. Don’t have an opinion that's out of line with the status quo. You are allowed to be objectified by men and dress like a slut, but don’t own your sluttiness. And do not, I repeat do not, share your own sexual fantasies with the world. Be what men want you to be, but more importantly, be what women feel comfortable with you being around other men. And finally, do not age. Because to age is a sin. You will be criticized and vilified and definitely not played on the radio."

"This was the first time I truly understood women do not have the same freedom as men," she said.

“What I would like to say to all women here today is this: Women have been so oppressed for so long they believe what men have to say about them. They believe they have to back a man to get the job done. And there are some very good men worth backing, but not because they're men -- because they're worthy. As women, we have to start appreciating our own worth and each other's worth. Seek out strong women to befriend, to align yourself with, to learn from, to collaborate with, to be inspired by, to support, and enlightened by," she urged.

In this photo by “Everett Collection” we get a clear look at how over-sexualized she was throughout her entire career.

In this part of her Documentary,

She’s talking to Freddy about how the 2 front rows at her show were only full of industry men that had their arms crossed, not having a good time and how that made her feel extremely uncomfortable and would throw her off.

Brittany Spears

She has been managed by Larry Rudolph for a really long time.

Let’s start with the most recent incident.

In 2019, #FreeBritney spread like fire throughout all of social media.

Michelle Branch

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/why-michelle-branch-almost-quit-205953

[pilvimarja]

I see your post about sexualizing caramelizing that old man. but you have three old men noora so WHO IS IT WHO IS THE OLD MAN

Oh wow, anon, you're right and you pointing that out made me realize that I'm now sexualizing and caramelizing two 60 year old senior citizens! I love my life and my choices 🥳

I think my favorite old man blorbo to sexualize has to be Billy/Johnny. He's just so 🥵 And he's got the whole package of tits and ass and a beautiful aquiline nose and the build of a former beefcake with visible strength under a layer of softness and squish and he runs on the beach in slow-mo like he's in Baywatch. I mean, we have no choice but to sexualize!

Ralph/Daniel basically does all the heavy lifting for me and sexualizes and caramelizes HIMSELF with these slutty, slutty outfits.

And I think I'm still in the process of calibrating my brain to compute that I'm into old man Maverick/Cruise now 😅🤯 But every day I look at him and feel more and more of that special blorbo fondness in my heart!