#not to mention monty and python

[voxmilia]

Hey mashblr, check out some of the built in names you can randomly generate for your livestock in fields of mistria

[yonderghostshistories]

Drew Middle Aged Graham (circa mid-late 1980s) wearing a Cunty Silk Black Dressing Gown, because yes.

Reference:

[bisclavret]

strange european arthurian avant-garde films my beloveds i wish there were more of you ♥️

[bisexualcell]

Before anyone says anything, I love The Exorcist so much but it doesn't count because it was never formally banned. Also if my behated old catholic school cited it positively, as well as a lot of the clergy, then that's a wretched enough reason for me to revoke its rights to be blasphemous.

(If you want a 1973 horror that got banned, watch lemora or the original wicker man. Watch my movies, boy)

[zipstick]

i have this one friend who keeps asking me if ive seen movies and every time he mentions one i say no or sometimes ive never even heard of it so now he thinks ive seen like seven movies ever right. so i think now im just gonna start pretending ive never heard of movies i have seen just to mess with him

[pansexualcake9]

Silly Game Time: WRONG ANSWERS ONLY! "YOU THERE, TUMBLR-USER! WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY!?"

Brian's birthday

[very-accomplished-backstabber]

you look like you kin elsa

Who?

[emily-mooon]

Thinking about the blorbs

[crocsandbitches]

Deciding to have my first early night of the year and missing the actual fr fr northern lights has the same energy as when you skipped school and missed a teacher getting fired, someone getting pregnant and the fight to end all fights

[sironion]

my amazing dnd group has freed me from being a forever dm with a Monty Python and the Holy Grail themed campaign and I am happy. I am happy and I am the black knight.

[fangirlinglikeabus]

this guy's french accent is so cartoonishly over the top that it makes me laugh every time he starts speaking

[massivetittiesandwarcrimes]

Tim: Monty

Damian: That's an unexpectedly normal name.

Tim: That's because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.

Damian, holding a python: I found a snake. What should I name him?

Dick: you did wHaT-

Jason: William Snakespeare

[yonderghostshistories]

A Post talking about writing my first Monty Python AU fanfic (of sorts)

This is my first time wanting to write a fanfic. Hope it turns out well! Especially since this particular (albeit kinda morbid) topic of mine has interested me for a while, also because I want to get it out of my chest due to having nightmares about it a while ago, so it'll be better for me to write it down and probably make my health and mind better mentally. Anyway, uhh rambling over. Please do let me know your thoughts on the fanfic idea for when I actually make the idea a full fledged fanfic (maybe with the help of my friends, if they're comfortable with it that is), criticisms and all, just so that i can fine-tune some aspects of it! Thank you.

The working title for the fanfic is called "POV: John and Michael have Ceased to Be...." (A Monty Python AU fanfic)

Age Rating: 13+ and older

Tone: Angst (mostly angst but with some humour in there)

CW/TW: Assassination mention, grief mention, survivors guilt mention.

Synopsis: Today is Friday, 9th November, 1979. You and your friend are watching the "Friday Night, Saturday Morning" debate on the TV, where John Cleese and Michael Palin are up against Bishop Mervyn Stockwood and Interviewer Malcolm Muggeridge about the film "Life of Brian" discussing the accusations of the film being "blasphemous". Along with them, a weird-looking yet somewhat humble and somewhat quiet person called Benjamin Haroldson, a member of the public who was brought in to share their thoughts on the film "Life of Brian", stares at and is mostly fixated on John and Michael. You notice how Benjamin almost always has his hands in his coat pockets, never letting them out. You don't mention this to your friend since, to be honest, it's just a minor detail that you've noticed. Whilst your friend goes to make sandwiches for you and them, you're still at the couch enjoying the programme. One the TV, Benjamin asks for a glass of water, and gets up. That's sounds normal, right? Well, as everyone gets on debating with each other, Benjamin brushes past John and Michael. After Benjamin has his glass of water, he suddenly stands behind where John is sitting, and to your shock, you see him calmly pull out a gun, John at first not noticing and Benjamin shoots him in the head, bits of his brain spread across the floor, blood flowing down his forehead. Michael, in shock, shouts out "J-Joh-" before he too is shot next by Benjamin, his head split with a bullet wound, blood gushing out through his cold, dead face. Everyone in the studio is screaming in horror. Your face is covered by your shivering hands, trying to believe it's not true. That it's just some horrible prank, a joke even. But no.... it's really happening. The last thing you see is Benjamin's cold, emotionless face. The last thing you hear from him is ".....you shouldn't have made that film, you blasphemous twats..." .

[artbyblastweave]

One Monty Python Bit I think about a lot is the documentary on the village idiot, where being a village idiot is treated as a super professionalized guild-trade, and it's mining the typical humor out of that dissonance, and then just very briefly as an aside one of the idiots being interviewed mentions that the main pro-social reason for the position is that it gives everyone else in the community someone to gang up on and feel superior to, and. Well. Hmm.

[donjuaninhell]

I love reading these stupid articles about how millennials are uncool now or describing "the things millennials do that gen Z thinks are cringe" which seem to be endemic these days. I read through them in absolute puzzlement and rolling my eyes because everything mentioned is shit I hated at the time or which I have never once engaged with or done in my life. Ankle socks? Never worn them. Skinny Jeans? I prefer a slimmer jean cut in a '50s Rock 'n' Roll or NYC punk sort of way because I've got a 36" inseam. I never wore the ones they're talking about. Crying laughing emoji? I don't use emojis. Avocado toast? Avocado is literally the only fruit that I dislike eating (I like guacamole though). I have no idea what the fuck "millennial pink" is.

"We’ve been laughed at for using the words “doggo”, “yolo”, “vibe” and “adulting”." I hated those people fifteen years ago. I loathed "hand-clap" indie when that was a thing because safe, sexless, unsensuous music pisses me off. "While millennial humour is, typically, self-deprecating and relatable, gen Z are more absurdist, ironic, and meta. (Millennials would make a meme; gen Z would make a joke about a meme.)" I grew up with Monty Python, Thomas Pynchon, and Something "your poison womb is making heaven too full" Awful. The "#relatable" thing never did it for me. It is such a shallow form of humour relying entirely on the audience reacting with "I recognize this". There's no surprise to it which is an essential element to a really good joke.

I suppose the lesson here is to never follow your peers, to develop your own tastes and interests in a completely idiosyncratic way, and to always be a hater.

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up - part seven preview

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

MDNI- Spoilers- if you haven't read part six, explicit, mentions of blood, violence and sex- coming Wednesdayyy <3

Sukuna is covered in blood when he walks back in the club, all of them are, your mind frantically tries to take it all in, the five bloodied men walking in, Satoru slides up to the bar, as his girl panics, cupping his face gently. Toji’s downing a shot and grimacing, Choso politely asks if there’s somewhere he can clean up, the girls start doting on him and Suguru.

But all you can see is him.

Sukuna.

The man you love, covered in more blood than all of them, his crimson eyes boring through you across the club, as you step forward, trembling as you get closer, terrified when you see his face is swelling and bruising under one of his eye, cuts all over his handsome face, you swear you can see shards of fucking glass glinting under the strobing lights.

“Sukuna…” He exhales, pulling you in close, as you look on with horror. “I need to get you cleaned up.”

“Yeah, yeah… worrying so much for me huh?” You glare, and he has the audacity to smirk. “I’m fine, brat.”

“You’re not fine. Now.” You drag him into the changing room by one of his crimson stained hands, sitting him right down in a seat, he sighs as he overtakes the tiny little thing with his huge body. “Sit there, let me clean you up.”

“Tch. It’s a scratch or two.”

“Yeah, okay monty python.”

He chuckles then, throwing his head back. “You watched that?”

“Sure I did. Sit still.” You’re dabbing at him now, with a cold wet washcloth, he sucks in a breath when you see it again, a little piece of glass. “How did you get glass in your skin, hmm?”

“Your ex may or may not have hit me with a bottle. Oooh, you look angry. So sexy, fuck.” You smack at his big tattooed hands as he tries to grip your ass.

“He what now!?” You turn and grab the first aid kit, finding antiseptic and tweezers, ready to kill Naoya if he even made it.

“He tried to fight but was failing like a little bitch. Ow!” He whines as you tweeze  out the glass, quickly cleaning the wound that’s bleeding just a bit.

“Don’t be a baby.”

“Cruel, evil woman- ow!”

“Who knew big, bad Sukuna was a baby.”

“I swear to- ah!” You’re cleaning the last of the abrasions on his face up, dabbing at it with a little cotton ball. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I am not. You’re just cute, Kuna.”

“Psh, I’ll beat your backside. You done?”

“Tell me how much of this is your blood.” He chuckles now, when you lead him over to the sink, rinsing his hands off, scrubbing up the antiseptic to show his knuckles were already scabbing over.

“Most of it is their blood, don’t worry so much.” You sigh, tummy feeling sick, when you’re running a towel along his hands, taking in the damage, only to be spun now, facing the mirror, when his strong, huge body takes you over. Your eyes meet his, seeing the hunger in them, as his still wet hands slip up your skirt, and he leans over you, pressing you into the counter.

“Kuna, you’re hurt. I have to keep checking you- ngh!” Sukuna’s slipped his hand between your thighs now, while his other slides up your breasts, earning your nipples pressing out, until he holds you under your chin.

“Playing nurse is hot and all, brat, but I need more than that.” His husky tone fucks with you, as his adrenaline races through his veins.

“Is he…” You gulp a bit, and Sukuna smirks now.

“Is he dead? Go on, ask it.” You take a shaky breath, whining out when he’s slipping his fingers over your cunt, which is soaking his fingers quickly, your head falling back against his hard chest. “Me killing him get you wet?”

“N-no, you get me wet, psycho man. Answer me.” You grip his wrist, trying to halt his movements so you can focus. “Did you kill him?”

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Are ya'll ready for ittt- after this just one more part omg!