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breelynnxoxoxoxo · 15 days
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Bare Your Soul To Them! 😍😍😍
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khaosritual · 9 months
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teffiebell · 10 months
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"I need privacy, not because my actions are questionable, but because your judgement and intentions are."
My response when people say "if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear."
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random-xpressions · 1 year
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Nudes can wait, but first, undress to me that mind...
Random Xpressions
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izayoichan · 1 year
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Flynn: Well.. we did live somewhere very similar for three years, and even before that I just liked the place. After all those years with Fannar and Arlo, it kinda feels like home more than anything else. -looked at Emil in his little familiar form- It's also a calm nice place, and yes, the veil feels thinner here, so hopefully it means I can figure out how to visit. 
He was hoping to find a way, to make visitations between them easy as he missed and worried a lot about his twin. He especially feared that his twin would be lonely sometimes, if Arlo would do that thing where he seemed to just escape into his own world for a while. It hadn't happened in a while before they left, but it was a small worry for him that it could leave his twin "all alone". 
Flynn: Besides, what would  you do if I lived too far away, you'd miss me! 
River chuckled.
River: I’d just portal my ass there to give you a puntastic weekend, and you know it. So we wouldn't be away. 
Emil chirped listening to the two and finally they flew off Flynn's hands, landing on the floor as they slowly reverted to their form. They flexed their fingers and then placed a hand over their chest, trying to listen, to focus, as they felt it, the heartbeat, not their own, but Flynn. They smiled.
Emil: It worked. I can feel you! -and they smiled brightly at Flynn, taking his hands and kissing them- River: Good to know! Now, how about you cover your butt? Without a tail there's nothing left for the imagination.
Emil blinked at River who grinned playfully. Flynn was about to answer his father when he noticed Emil change, and he was happy to hear them say that they could now feel them. He could sense Emil too, so it seemed the bond was as it once had been. 
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Nothing to Hide    [trailer]
During a dinner party, seven friends decide to play a dangerous game. The attendees place their cell phones on the table and agree to make all texts, messages, and calls public in an attempt to prove that they have nothing to hide.
Despite the different international name, this is another adaptation of the Italian movie that's generally known as Perfect Strangers. By now there are more than twenty versions and counting, just like different stagings of a play. It's probably the most adapted movie of all time.
The best reason for country-specific versions is to use popular, local actors, it's also what attracted me to the French iteration.
As should be obvious to everyone, to take part in the game has a very hihgh chance of relationship and friendship suicide. But it's an interesting premise and makes for an entertaining film.
My memory is far from perfect, but this variation felt more confrontational, more dramatic right from the start. And it uses a somewhat different ending. Which is amusing, but it's the game and the revelations that are the most important and those are largely the same. Overall, another interesting variation.
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jemswrld · 2 years
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plenty nights it was me & u i was screamin F
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lightpost · 5 months
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Dear man with the voice who saves my life, I miss you. everyday since December 9, 2012 has been about surviving, surviving to just make it back to you. Surviving just to hear your voice again. I've been surviving never truly living. I can't live without you. I can't get back to myself without you. I miss you I regret not running after you that night but I was frozen at what had happened with your voice, I was taken out of body and floating in the universe because of your voice I touched truth I touched the stars because of your voice and I was taken out of body by the impact of your voice. I want your voice in my life but more than that I NEED your voice in my heart I need to hear it vibrate through my body again I need to live and the only way I can do that is your voice. Hearing it hit my heart hearing it ring my ears will bring me back to life bring me back to Divine bring me back to myself bring me back to you and love and everything life was meant for. I need your voice I need you I want to hear your voice never stop talking never stop listening to you heart to your voice. I want to soak in your sound. To be held by your sound to be surrounded by your voice. I want to bathe in your voice. I need to. I need your voice. Your voice is all my heart wants my soul needs. Your voice is my choice. Please come back to me. I miss life. I miss you.
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astraystayyh · 10 months
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They have since left four premature babies to decompose on their beds. They have since kidnapped, stripped, tortured civilians and tried to frame them as Hamas fighters for their propaganda. They have since shot people at refugee camps execution style. They have since targeted academics and poets and directors. They have since killed 86 journalists. Still no ceasefire.
psa: i know that many of us did NOT doubt this for a second, neither did i. this is targeted at the people who educated themselves for the first time about this genocide and discovered the absolute horrific things that Israel is capable of doing to Palestinians, with the unwavering support of its allies.
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cowboygranta · 8 months
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umblrspectrum · 5 months
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i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character
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maybeasunflower · 9 months
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banktothesky · 9 months
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bopinion · 1 year
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Definitely a lie
It is not what it looks like!
I don't remember, I don't recall!
That's a completely different thing!
Okay, excuse me, you are perfectly right!
There will be progress soon!
Nobody told me that!
This time I promise!
I've got nothing to hide!
That wasn't me!
I swear!
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Put On Your Raincoats | Nothing to Hide (Spinelli, 1981)
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As charmed as I was by Talk Dirty to Me, thanks to the strength of the lead performances by John Leslie, Richard Pacheco and Jesie St. James, and the chemistry between them, it unsurprisingly did not do much to challenge the pickup artist mentality of the Leslie character. Certainly, in the movie his view towards women doesn’t seem as toxic as such types can be in real life, and you can see the genuine attraction he feels towards St. James over their shared love of classic movies, but ultimately she is a conquest. What’s impressive about Nothing to Hide, the unofficial sequel to Talk Dirty to Me, is how it retains the best qualities of the prior movie and expands on them while interrogating its shortcomings. (I understand there are a number of official sequels, but I get the impression none of them are as good as this one.)
This time around, the friendship between Leslie and Pacheco is strained when the latter falls in love with Tigr (introduced in a meet cute where she bumps into him while on rollerskates), which creates a rift between the cynical, objectifying mindset of the former and the desire for love of the latter. I think a lesser movie, and certainly a mainstream movie made today, would either paint Leslie as an obvious villain or excus his behaviour entirely, but what I think makes this so effective is the affection the movie has towards him and that he has towards Pacheco while showing how callous he can be. The rift in their relationship isn’t just because of Leslie’s own insecurity, but because of his protective nature towards Pacheco. I remember listening to a Rialto Report interview with I think Nina Hartley, who described Leslie as very nice but a bit old fashioned in his masculinity, and I think this movie captures that essence.
This is a movie where small gestures speak volumes, like Leslie helping Pacheco wipe his face after the latter eats a donut, or Pacheco running his foot over a pinup while Leslie has sex in the next room, or how Tigr offers her sweater to Pacheco and he offers his hat in return and they admire how they look. It might be tempting to say that this would work better as a mainstream movie with the sex scenes trimmed or excised, but I think the hardcore porn element is key to understanding how far apart Leslie and Pacheco have drifted, with their scenes playing like two completely different movies. The former is in the kind of movie where he can pick up Erica Boyer in the park for no strings attached sex, or where Misty Regan shows off her ass in red tights (an image used for the poster). The latter is in a movie where he plays baseball with himself (not a euphemism), where he shares a sweater and a hat with Tigr, and when he and Tigr finally make love, it’s slow, awkward but also tender. When the movie reaches its conclusion, it feels genuinely emotionally rewarding, because of the affection the movie has for all its characters.
A few additional notes:
I would 100% watch a spinoff with Anthony Spinelli and Holly McCall bicker as they run their snack stand. "Cup of coffee for the American Gigolo, coming right up!"
I laughed harder than I should when some asshole dumped a bucket of water on Pacheco. “Go play in the zoo, you animal!”
It’s implied that Pacheco’s and maybe Tigr’s characters have learning disabilities. While I can’t speak firsthand about the accuracy or sensitivity of the depiction, I think the warmth the movie shows these characters and the warmth with which both actors play these characters goes a long way.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Pat Manning as the wedding planner, who wears gigantic glasses and a dress in colours that would likely inspire acid flashbacks.
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