#THE GAY ENGLISHMEN

[jeena-says-hi]

So

Just listened Magnus Archives ep 159

I’m gunna need a HOT MINUTE

[moonshynecybin]

this one is for the paddy apologists

[wordswords]

I've became a hostage of myself, afraid to live, afraid to die. What's more to this feeble mockery of soul than to exist as a ghost who has not yet died, and a corpse who foolishly refuses to rot? What's more to this punishement that is my existence than letting the river of time carry me, oh so comfortably numb, chanting the tune of my own demise, just as once did Ophelia. I lie wait, as what's for me besides the waiting of death who refuses to arrive? I stand still, as what's for me besides the urgent desperation of my stillness? There's a undeniable hesitation to indulge in destruction of this flesh of mine, for what I know that the release of this self imposed shackles may never come in the bliss of this current apathy. I want to scream until my throat bleeds, I wants to rip apart this part of what's left of me that clings into naivety and hope, for as insignificant as it is, it's impossible to deny its existence. What's is this feeble mockery of life if not to exist as a denial of my own nature, living as the wind as it refuses to blow, as a river who refuses to run, as a sun who refuses to shine, and as s human who refuses to live.

[martinmynster]

hilarious how i spent 1h deciding on what new woman lead show to watch bc im tired of seeing men on my screen fr only to impulsively settle on The Terr0r.... there's no light at the end of this tunnel

[ganem-ouchie]

Yeah, yeah, sex is cool and all but have y'all ever pretended to be 1800's repressed gay Englishmen while playing chess?

[hesbianspock]

“The (Dublin Castle Scandal of 1884) took on overtones of English immorality versus Irish morality. … Hyde argues that the scandal, and belief that homosexuality was rampant in official circles in Ireland, did much to discredit the British government of the day. Irish Nationalists, especially conservative Catholics, would have been left with the image of British officials, regarded as imperialist occupiers of their island, as immoral and dissolute perverts, sexually preying on young men in Dublin” (Aldrich, Colonialism and Homosexuality).

so, upon reading this, my first thought was obviously fucking outlander.

outlander simultaneously utilizes the traditional homophobic trope of the homosexually-inclined predator and the politically useful historical impression of homosexuality as a symptom of the immoral and dissolute presence of colonizing english perverts while also plainly taking pleasure from this homosexual imperialism, from the opportunity to be voyeur to this predation and physical abuse of Virtuous Celtic Boys while denying them the chance to explore their own sexuality in the wake of such trauma at the price of an englishwoman’s temporary sexual dissatisfaction — an opportunity well-afforded to englishmen enduring the sort of homoerotic abuse and discipline rampant in the english army that undoubtedly contributed to randall’s unseen development into the character known to us.

the audience is intended not only to take voyeuristic sexual pleasure from jamie’s repeated sexual harassment and assault — gabaldon has said as much herself — but also to believe that such sexually charged punishment as jamie takes throughout his life (and metes out, once, to claire) is necessary and justifiable. jamie’s descriptions of his repeated childhood beatings at the hands of his older male relatives are not criticized nor are they even questioned by claire, who laughs at her husband’s humorous descriptions of the abuse that, when meted upon her own english body, she threatens to kill him over. randall reaches orgasmic pleasure at the lash ripping jamie’s primitive and colonized skin, claire laughs at stories of a switch bruising his virtuous body, and the audience is to thrill at the thought of both.

upon learning that randall propositioned jamie prior to these floggings, claire’s expressed horror is not at the fact that randall is a sadistic rapist — in fairness to her, she has been made well aware of that fact already — but that randall is engages in homosexual behavior. she gives no comment on jamie’s apparently relaxed attitude to homosexuality in general (“i considered it” “my father wouldn’t have given the sodomy a care”), but this can hardly be described as the result of an enlightened attitude. she describes frank — a character immediately queered by his profession as historian/antiquarian, a field traditionally viewed as the realm of the homosexual — as having “hands white and hairless as a girl’s,” an unfavorable and gay-coded comparison with jamie’s undeniable traditional masculinity. her reaction to jamie’s repeated torture and rape is one of selfishness — she is concerned for him, but her concern primarily expresses itself in relation to his resulting inability or unwillingness to re-engage her in their marriage bed. out of this desire to have him retake this traditional heterosexual role, to bend to her will as his english wife, claire deliberately triggers him with details of his rape he had confided to her. his role as the virtuous scottish youth preyed upon by the deviant english homosexual is to provide for claire, the englishwoman’s, voyeuristic and maternal pleasure — when his lasting trauma from being the subject of imperial violence interferes with her sexual desires, she chooses to revictimize him in pursuit of her own pleasure. both she and randall utilize the colony of scotland as a frontier within which to enact sexual desires considered deviant and forbidden in england on the bodies of a subjugated populace.

in conclusion outlander is not self aware about any of this and is just breathtakingly imperialist, anti-scottish, AND homophobic all at once.

[a-candle-for-sherlock]

Do you like Mycroft being a badass big brother? Holmeses being particularly gay? Fix-it fics for Reichenbach? Then do I ever have a Holmestice fic for you:

An excerpt:

A telegram. Four words only: FOOTPRINTS GOING NONE RETURNING. Yet somehow Watson's naked grief spilled from those curt words on the yellow paper.

Douglas knew all too well what it was to lose family. But he also knew better than to reach out and offer Mycroft a comforting embrace; white Englishmen were raised so differently, and so often could not bear the weight of their own hearts.

His companion's grief had clearly transmuted into pure anger. "Foolish child, foolish child! All he'd needed to do was lie low and wait. There are ways to deal with an enemy operative long-distance that don't require personal endangerment!"

Run and read the rest here!

[thenatashapulleyuniverse]

Good morning to buff working class Englishmen, Japanese clairvoyants, autistic lightbulb collecters, girls who will cause problems to get what they want, clockwork octopi, theater majors, the owls, disabled botanists turned smugglers, Gulliver, statues, lighthouse engineers who go oopsies when they forget stuff, deeply repressed gay redheads (nautical), surgeons who like to spread rumors for funsies, deeply repressed gay redheads (russian), the kgb, girls who like to wear red shoes and believe in "the ends justify the means", bald girls. and the enby martians.

[psychicbergara]

Hii this might be a lot to ask but I haven’t been able to keep up with all their content so I don’t know about most of the bingo card🤣 is it okay if you mention from which ep each thing that was crossed or like post a snippet of it? Thanks!

hi anon!! im not gonna lie i had to dive DEEP into my blog to find the reasonings behind some of the crossed out ones because i simply did not remember a lot of them since there are SO many moments and theyre just crazy in love idk what to tell you.

also shoutout to @littlekingbergara for helping me out GIVE HER ALL THE LOVE they're my boo <3

so im gonna go row by row for these reasonings!!

1. cute instastories: not sure when the date or time was, but this was when shane uploaded an instastory of him and ryan playing pool in chicago!! either that, or maybe it's another instastory and it's slipping my mind, regardless they post about each other a lot :D

2. shane "heart eyes" madej: ok so let's be real... heart eyes madej is just a constant at this point LSDKJF. but the moment i marked were these: the zoom screenshot was in a ww+ 103 and in the most recent season of top 5 beatdown!! the zoom one is so cute because ryan was ranting about annoying people in movie theaters and shane was just So Fond

3. the mamma mia mentions were in ww+ 116 :D

4. another weird thing in common: i recently marked it off it in this post right here about the butterfinger moments if you wanna take a quick look

5. blatant flirting on camera: THE ENTIRETY OF BERRY BOYS 2 EPISODE!!! literally that video IS SO MUCH I STG!!! i cant watch it again without collapsing into a million little piece it was JUST OOZING WITH LOVE AND FLIRTING LIKE WTH!!

6. ryan accidentally making a sexual joke about him and shane: WHEW this one was a DOOZY when this came out SLDKJF it was in ww+ 113 where ryan jokes about shane 'dominance humping' him in the office,,,, you read that correctly and yes it did happen DFGFJG here's the clip of that moment :D

7. denny's hug: it was in the top 5 beatdown chain restaurants episode in the most recent season when they BOTH had denny's as number one and they hugged :D

8. an adorable hug: we actually got FOUR hugs in the most recent season of too many spirits... it was so gay so like watch that whole season its SO worth it THE HUGS WERE TOO CUTE

9. they stare at each other like theyre disgustingly in love: ONCE AGAIN IM SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS THE! BERRY BOYS!! TWO!!! EPISODEEE!!! like literally that video is my life blood at this point that whole video was just them looking at each other like this:

yea... GOD anyways before i die thinking about it lets continue..

10. ryan calling shane big boy: even though ryan did in one of the ghost files eps, he also did it in one of the episodes in the most recent season of too many spirits!! so watch those eps ;)

11. they go on spooky dates: *gestures at the entirety of ghost files* they also filmed alcatraz on valentines day... so thats a whole ass date if i've ever seen one LSKDJF

12. steven wishing he left watcher: ww+ 108 and 109!! if you watch those, you can so clearly tell that steven wishes he could sink into a hole so he doesnt have to see ryan and shane blatantly flirt in front of him ever again. literally he stares at the camera like he's jim from the office or gregory from abbott elementary sldfjdf

13. shane calling ryan "little guy" + hand holding: these moments were both from the powerpoint party one-off!! that video is such a gem :') while calling ryan little guy he gave him his cape (one of shane's FAVORITE things) as a blanket it was ADORABLE

14. "shut up shane" (threatening): this was from the we try spicy chicken sandwiches feat. korean englishmen video!! ryan says this when shane is sitting on the side relaxing while theyre all dying eating spicy sandwiches DFGLKG

WHEW!! and that's it :D i sure hope we get bingo by the end of this year or i will lowkey riot ngl salskdjfsdf

[crystallizedkingdoms]

if its alright to ask, whats your opinion on The Terror (the show)?

Hope you have a nice day, and feel free to ignore btw!

Okay this is going to be something i am even more insistent in making sure that this is my opinion only. I have never talked to another Inuk who watched the Terror other than my dad so i do not know what the general consensus is with Inuit fans.

To start off with the good: I enjoyed the show. It’s very well-written, and it never shies away from the fact that the men were colonizers that got what was coming for them (and no one lecture me on their “humanity” ill gut you like a fish). I enjoyed Silna’s place in the story, and though it is always going to be questionable to show white men enacting violence on an indigenous woman, this is definitely not the worst among them. I laughed really fucking hard when Goodsir was like “Englishmen are supposed to be gentlemen” or whatever and Silna gave him the meanest fucking look lol. I wish that I didn’t have to be glad that, at the very least, there’s no sexual assault but that’s how it is. I was incredibly impressed by the level of detail in portraying accurate clothing and dialect, and it made me incredibly happy to see it.

But just by the nature of the story the show is trying to tell, and more specifically the fact its an adaptation of a terrible book, it was never going to be even close to outstanding in my eyes. The main physical threat of the story aside from the white men themselves is a crude, fantastical interpretation of angakkuit helper spirits. It’s portrayed as savagely uncontrollable, and the fact that it was meant to protect the Inuit community that created it inadvertently portrays Inuit resistance as a horror. Basically every aspect of Inuit spirituality is portrayed as a horror, from the fake ritual including mutilation and the masked angakkuuk men, using us as scary props. Meanwhile, the Christianity in the show, even including the stark difference between Catholicism and Protestantism, is kept perfectly intact.

And, maybe more personal and feelings-driven than the rest of my issues, I simply could not connect with the white men than the person who recommended the show to me and the fandom as a whole. Even when I recognized the beautiful writing and characterization, every time I recognized the show was trying to make me care about them, I just remembered, these men hated my people more than they cared about survival. They were forces of violent colonialism, and their disappearance not only caused more violent racist white people to probe our land, us attempting to help them out killed us through diseases and ruined our oral histories’s credibility for CENTURIES. We were ridiculed by the British for telling the truth of their story, Charles Dickens famously called our stories “the chatter of a gross handful of uncivilized people”, and not only called us savages, but wrote a play portraying us as PART of the downfall of the expedition. Those stereotypes STILL persist today and, in a way, live on in the show. So, forgive me for not really caring if they wrote these men to be gay and multifaceted while the one indigenous woman was treated like shit.

Okay so um. That was long and I got heated. Despite my issues with the show, I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy the underlying story and revelled in their end. But the reasons I wrote above ultimately leave me in a place of “I wish this was about literally anything else,” so I could enjoy it without feeling gross.

[bookfanfic]

Letter from 1914 (world war 1 - imagine scenario)

Summary: Felix is a 25 year old, German soldier from 1914. He's never done anything in his life, for his mom to be proud of. And since his dad died (9 years ago), his mom have treated him even worse. He has an 11 year old sister (Lily), and a 32 year old aunt, Elise. When the war comes up it's super obvious for Heidi (Felix's mom) to send him to the war "to have something to be proud of for once". Little did he know that he would meet the love of his life during his time there.

About 1700 words.

Author's note: I had a school assignment where we were supposed to write like we were any person from 1914, from their POV, and I thought it would be fun to post it here. Btw, it is a gay couple in the story fyi (I can write both gay and straight couples so you know).

Hope you like it <33

Hello, Aunt Elise.

It's me, Felix. The war isn't like we thought at all.

You know Mother Heidi wanted me to participate in the war so badly, so she could finally have something to be proud of. And since it was obvious to everyone we would win.

But it wasn't that simple...

We are at war on both the Eastern and Western fronts now, which is where I am right now (The western front to avoid any confusion).

War is not what we thought it was.

It's bloody and cold. And I nearly died once. But a French man saved me.

His name is Nestor and he is only a year older than me.

He has dark hair and a mixture of blue and gray eyes. He could have chosen not to save me, since he could have received huge punishment for it.

When he bumped into that soldier who was about to shoot me.

The trenches were cold. Especially now during the winter.

It's so sad that everyone has to be here during Christmas. Think of all the families waiting for their father, or brother, or husband to come home again.

But anyway.

This Christmas was not as bloody as the rest of the war.

We in the German army started singing Christmas carols.

And despite the cold.

The bloody, silent cold. It felt like home in Germany for a moment.

After a while the French- and Englishmen started singing along.

It was a man from each camp who met up in the middle, between the trenches, and decided that we should have peace. At least during the Christmas night.

We all gathered in the middle after a while, and some people even played soccer. But not me though. I've never been much for soccer, as you know.

And then I met him again.

Nestor.

He also sat on the sidelines, while the others played soccer. And I sat next to him.

It was a little awkward at first. Because I didn't know how to thank him, or because of all the fine details in his face that I couldn't notice from such a distance before and that made me a little nervous now, I couldn't say.

I saw more detail now up close.

His hair was dark, like a crow's feathers. And his eyes, like two storms out at sea.

He seemed so brave and mature in the way he observed everyone during the soccer game. As if he had been through a lot, even though he's lived barely a year longer than myself.

But he also looked a little lost. As if confused. Or perhaps miserable.

He was also quite thin. From the slender shoulders to his slim stomach, and legs. It didn't look like he was sick, but..

It just felt like it wasn't enough, in a way.

When I realized that I had been staring at his figure a second longer than I should have, I cleared my throat and looked at the ground.

I was a little ashamed. But he didn't seem to notice. Or care maybe.

We talked for a while and he was actually very nice.

He told me about his family. About being an only child, and all the pressure that came with it.

After he finished talking, I told him about mine.

He felt oddly relatable though he's in the opposite family situation compared to me.

But it felt like he understood.

All the pressure that came with this particular war. What would happen if we didn't win? And what would happen if we did?

I got a strange feeling of nausea when we talked about who would win the war.

What if we won, and he died? Or vice versa?

The thoughts were too much at that moment, so I chose to push them away for the time being.

As the soccer game was coming to an end, Nestor looked much happier.

I told him some of your infamous jokes, and he loved them.

His laugh sounded so genuine. So inviting and warm, despite the cold night that surrounded us.

There was something about him that felt different.

Like home. But different from back in Germany. Like another kind of home. A kind I never knew existed before.

Like he filled a void in me I didn't even know I had. A void I didn't know needed to be filled. (please don't do me dirty here)

When the soccer game was over, everyone gathered in the middle of the field again, including me and Nestor.

I met some of Nestor's friends. He had to translate, though, since his friends and I didn't fully understand each other. But it went well.

Then we saw a cat pass by.

It was apparently a cat that had been in the trenches. The other German soldiers had named it "Felix" because they thought it looked like me (the same green eyes and blonde hair). But those in the French army had named it Nestor because apparently he was the one who found the cat in their trench.

Neither I nor Nestor thought it had to be named after ourselves. Nor that it had to be such a big deal.

We were a little embarrassed by their quarrel, to be honest.

So in the end Nestor and I decided to name the cat Felix as it's first name, and Nestor as it's last name. I actually wanted Nestor's name before mine since it sounded much more proper than mine. But Nestor insisted, and I couldn't deny that.

Besides, he looked so pleased after we decided the order of the names.

And he smiled that smile that spread a warm, slightly tickling feeling in my stomach.

The Christmas celebrations eventually ended and everyone would go back to their trenches.

I could see large masses of soldiers disappearing in three different directions, heading back to their camp. I looked at the German camp, and then at the French. But couldn't find Nestor.

I was afraid that I wouldn't have the time to say goodbye before the war would begin again. But then I found him.

He was standing a few meters away, and I got that feeling in my stomach again.

There he was, his head looking in every direction in a matter of seconds. Almost as if he was looking for something.

I walked up to him before he could notice me, and gave his back a hug. He was taller than me so my arms were under his.

He made a surprised squeak as he turned around to stare at me.

At first he was a little confused, but it only took a few seconds before he looked more comfortable and hugged back. He was so warm. A contrast to the winter air.

I told him how much he mean to me and how happy I am that I have met him. Despite the short time we spent together, it felt like we'd known each other our entire lives. And everything about him just felt…

Right.

He was quiet for a while. And I don't know if it was a trick from the night, or if his usually pale cheeks got a little color. But the red shade suited him. It complimented his features.

And then. He closed the distance between us, his lips on mine.

They were soft and gentle. It felt like he kissed me for an eternity, until the second it ended.

When he backed up a little, the red color had traveled all the way to his ears.

Almost as if he had been slapped hard across the face. Or as if his cheeks got so cold because of the temperature, and that that would be the reason for his cheeks to turn into this hue of dark red.

But it wasn't.

I knew that. Because his cheeks were warm.

He said he hopes we win the war and that he hopes I'll be fine when I get back home afterwards.

He hugged me one last time, extra tight. And that was when I realized how strong he actually was, though he was pretty skinny.

He almost crushed me. But it felt good in a way.

Like a proper "goodbye", unlike the one I got from my mother when I left. The look she gave me. The disgusted look. And at the same time a warning that if I screw this up, it's over for me.

He then hurried to his friends in the French camp, and I felt the warmth disappear with him as he left.

When I went back to the trenches that night, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

How he hugged me. Kissed me.

And how I would never get to experience that warmth again.

A week later, when the war was on again, I saw Nestor. But it wasn't the same warm and tickling feeling that I had experienced before, that now filled my body.

Now it was pure panic.

I made eye contact with him for a few seconds. But then he was shot by someone from the German army.

He looked into my eyes as he fell dead to the ground.

I couldn't help the tears that flooded my eyes, down my cheeks the second his eyes closed.

His soft cheeks against the hard, dirty ground.

I hid my head behind the path of the trenches and wept as I had never done before.

It hurts so bad.

And not like a wound that goes away after a while. Not like the wounds mother gave me every time she got ashamed of me.

This was something much deeper, and that hurt a thousand times more.

This was an indescribable pain.

The reason I'm now writing to you Elise is because I don't know if I'll live another month, another week, or even another day here.

You're the one who's been there for me the most during my time in Germany after father died. And the one who understands me.

I don't want to die without you knowing what happened. And I want you to be able to explain all of this to Lily one day if I don't come back.

I wish for you to say hello to Mother and Lily, and for you to tell them that I love them.

So much. And that I always did.

Even though she hasn't treated me very well, I will never stop loving Mother Heidi.

Nor you.

Thank you for always being there when I needed you. Take good care of yourself and the rest of the family.

Be well, much love

// Felix

Author's note: This is my first story and I hope you all like it. Idk if it's good or not. I tried to have some facts in it like the peace during Christmas and the cat, but idk.

Lmk if you'd like it from Nestor's POV or if you want me to write it as if they are living it, and not as it was written now (like a letter).

Thanks <33

[zisurru]

vomshit anon again yeah… and ANCESTRAL HOME in the cotswalds oh i’m sure. also yes so many uhh uncharitable comparisons between louis and david, even if it’s not explicit atm…so something interesting with david in chapter five (shock!) -

‘That’s what sends us Englishmen into the tropics. We have to get away from all this propriety, this tradition — and immerse ourselves in some seemingly savage culture which we can never tame or really understand.’

‘I only left Rio finally, because I knew if I didn’t, I never would. David Talbot the Englishman would have been no more.’

so obviously ties between male homosexuality and anthropology, but also european imperialism and homosexuality. (accompanied here by the usual about ‘going native’ lmao) like the ways the colonies were viewed as a site of relative freedom for white / european male homosexuals….forgoing married life for complete immersion in a foreign culture and homosocial (+ sexual) relations with foreign men, the desire 2 leave bourgeois or aristocrat life and envisioning escaping to these places and living as like a gay primitivist.

ofc through these actions they were mostly just upholding british imperial rule and further entrenching the systems they felt they were rebelling against or escaping from.

but then this falls kind of flat with david anyway as he seems completely unaffected by any real feelings of alienation, his travelling is framed as an escape for him but just from ‘propriety’ and ‘tradition’ lol. no fear no alienation, nothing internalised. he was a young man in the 30s and 40s! homosexuality and ‘homosexual acts’ were illegal here until 1967! also no real tangible connection another person lol. like he mentions an affair with a brazilian boy but it seems unimportant to him in comparison with his occult experiences that follow. but i am soo curious abt his ‘sophisticated gentlemen’ friends…idk im just spewing.

also while i do love mojo the dog i was referring 2 was louis. forgivable misunderstanding skdjddf. infamous waitress scene! noted

“also no real tangible connection another person lol. like he mentions an affair with a brazilian boy but it seems unimportant to him in comparison with his occult experiences that follow” yeah fr, this whole storyline mostly seems to focus on valorizing david as this swashbuckling raconteur, and in a way that invokes some really ugly colonialist imagery and implications. like, the mother of the boy david has an affair with in brazil is completely correct to be upset that david, an older man, wants to pull her son out of school and put him in danger. but she’s the one who ends up eating humble pie with david being a natural talent as a candomblé priest 🤨

i should have realized what you meant when you specified his little shack…also because louis is a snarly little purse dog while mojo is a big beautiful beast…

[thesylverlining]

oh god FINALLY someone discovered the Frogwares new-Holmes series on my dash 😩 Those traumatized englishmen are so fucking gay 😭 And also I'm especially a fan of how Awakened refines the Lovecraftian stuff Frogwares were playing with in Sinking City. It's so fucking good

YES. YES OH GOD I've played every Frogwares game so far (except for the literally unplayable first one with the mummy lol) and I ADORE IT. They just get BETTER AND BETTER *every single game,* and I do not care what haters think, their Chapter One new version/timeline and Awakened remake are absolutely incredible, and would be great even if the studio hadn't made them *while actively being fucking bombed.*

Just holy crap, yeah I am INVESTED in both these characters and Frogwares as a studio and I want to play all their things and give them all the money I reasonably can lol. (Also i would give SO MUCH for a remade Arsene Lupin game at least OH MY GOD. and like give these 2 a FUN BREAK. LITTLE A NO-TRAUMA, AS A TREAT?)

....and yes im fine yes i miss Jon like a physical heartache, its all good

[orbitalpirate]

Richard totally has piercings, he has his lobes, a helix, tounge, spiked nose septum and a left lip piercing

(All in black because he's gay)

He doesn't wear them during the season because it's annoying to be constantly taking them on and off, so during break he basically repierces himself to wear for less then two months. And the team goes out clubbing during the break and see the stud in his tongue and the nose and they're like WTF RICHARD and Richard is confused bc he didn't realize it was a big deal. OH and it's prejanchard so Jan sees him with all the piercings and nearly has a heart attack because be doesn't have crushes those are for middleschoolers and englishmen but Richard is so hot and has an effect on him.

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#5

I actually really love how sweet the Dracula Daily crowd is about Jonathan and the vampire ladies, when I have seen several unrelated sources call Jonathan a pussy or a prude or make jokes about repressed Victorian Englishmen because, in essence, he didn't want to bone down with the hot vampires

Like, the reading comprehension on this website often leaves something to be desired, but good on y'all for correctly identifying that Jonathan's perfectly in the right for a) not wanting to cheat on Mina, b) not feeling comfortable with cavorting with the baby-eating vampires harassing him and keeping him trapped in their castle, and c) correctly deducing that, in fact, these vampires actually just want to eat him

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Gene Roddenberry said DICKS OUT ON RISA

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Film bros: 8 paragraphs of analysis of what Goncharov says about the human condition

My gay ass watching it no thoughts head empty: Wh. when... when Sofia puts on the cocktail dress,,,, 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

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I can't believe the first time someone in this book says "vampire" is Quincey Yeehaw Morris talking about his horse

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[kashilascorner]

I started reading the Master and commander novel and I feel so sorry for Stephen being tricked into becoming ship's surgeon by this random guy he likes for some reason