#The King and I

[classichollywoodarchive]

YUL BRYNNER AND DEBORAH KERR IN THE KING AND I (1956)

image from turner classic movies

[hootyhoowoo]

Very self indulgent ‘The King and I’ au where Shen Qingqiu is a hired, contracted teacher for Emperor Luo Binghe’s harem children— except he doesn’t expect to fall in love with every single one of them and adopt them as his own, and possibly fall for the emperor as well.

Feat….an oc?

all bc I was listening to this on repeat one Sunday

[romancemedia]

❤️Disney/Non-Disney Couple Parallels❤️ That stupid law! This isn't fair. I love you. ⬌ Aladdin & Jasmine No one will know, til we tell them. ⬌ Chulalongkorn & Tuptim

[notfeelingthyaster]

there's always the right sounding version of a musical, and it's never the one easy to find in spotify

[wewriteletters]

Music by Richard Rodgers, Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II

[madisoncounty]

congratulations to 7-time tony award loser kelli o'hara

[thenamelessdoll]

Paused at the Right Moment, part 18

1. Thumbelina (1994) 2. The King And I (1999) 3. Cinderella III (2007) 4. The Fox and the Hound (1981) 5. Enchanted (2007) 6. Turning Red (2022) 7. Pocahontas II (1998) 8. Ferngully (1992) 9. The Swan Princess (1994) 10. Thumbelina (1994)

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17

More Animaton Shitposts  +  Paused at the Right Moment Video

[emaratygirl]

This kind of love ✨❤️🫶🏻. @romancemedia @awyeahswanprincess @theswanprincessofficial @thedisneyprincess @thenamelessdoll @jazzymarie1006 @ran94 @ran94creas @maidmarians @meril-tospen @megahra @marciabrady @mickeyandcompany @disneyyandmore-blog @fgadfanpage @nessa007 @pixiedustcaps @queentianas @queenmercurys @petitetiaras @summoneryuna @quasiimodos @amazinglyanimated @thumbelina-rose-blog @60sgroove @chiffonz @cartoon2d @capturing-kawaii @chaotictoon @fairytalegrimm @ninetiesfairydust @thorinsbeard @trreasureplanet @whippedcloudsofcream @enjollras @gingermalarkey @francissinatra @lavidadedaniela @theanimatedwonders @princessas @princessnostalgia @swan-princess-spell-blog @swan-princess-odette-blog-blog @swan-lake-princess-blog @fyeahthumbelina-blog @nondisneylove-blog @wltdisneys @kpfun @disney-gifs @disneyismyescape

[citizenscreen]

Rodgers and Hammerstein's “The King and I" premiered at the St. James Theatre on Broadway on March 29, 1951. Gertrude Lawrence played Anna Leonowens and Yul Brynner was the King of Siam.

[poppingmary]

Deborah Kerr as “Anna” in “The King and I” - 1956

Looking exquisite in Irene Sharaff’s beautiful gown

[cartoonfan21]

Underrated Animated Heroines Of The 90's.

[youreyesdontglow]

If I had a nickel for every time Yul Brynner starred in a 1950s movie that got an animated remake in the 90s, I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The King and I

Chapter Seven: Scandal at the Clarence House

Featuring King Charles III

The morning's first light kissed the spires of Clarence House, casting long shadows as James Cole's phone interrupted the silence. The message was from Queen Camilla: "James, Charles won’t slow down. He won’t do what he’s told. I need you here, now."

James understood immediately; King Charles, even amidst his battle with cancer, was as relentless in his work as ever. Dressed in haste, he arrived at Clarence House, the familiar grandeur now tinged with the urgency of a royal summons. Charles was in his study with Camilla, surrounded by work, looking as commanding as ever despite his health challenges.

"James," he greeted, his voice a mix of authority and fatigue.

"Your Majesty, you should be resting," James insisted, his gaze taking in the subtle signs of medical care around the room.

Charles dismissed the concern with a wave. "There are things more pressing than rest," he said, his tone suggesting more than just the paperwork.

It wasn't long into the conversation, that I realized why Camilla asked me here. With His Majesty's doctors still worried over his workaholic work ethic, they wanted me to keep in mind his recovery and help the king to 'slow down.' Agreeing to try and settle His Majesty down, Camilla smiled at me then looked at Charles and said, "Hopefully, you'll have better luck in slowing him down as he won't do what he's told from me."

The room seemed to close in as Charles approached, his presence overwhelming.

"But perhaps," he whispered, his breath warm against James's ear, "you can help me find some peace in other ways."

"Let's take a look at some of the new acquisitions. We'll have privacy this way." Charles said out loud for Camilla's benefit.

The tour was a mere facade for solitude, away from prying eyes, especially those of Camilla. Charles led James through the opulent corridors, each room a testament to centuries of history and secrets. They ventured into a less frequented wing, where the walls seemed to whisper of hidden desires.

"Your Majesty, you're supposed to be resting, not showing off art," James remarked, the concern in his voice palpable, knowing the tour was a pretext.

Charles chuckled, a sound that was both dismissive and inviting. "Rest will come, James. But first, there's something else I wish to explore."

The atmosphere changed; the air thick with anticipation as Charles drew closer. His presence was overwhelming, his hands finding their way to James's belt, his fingers deft as he began to undo it.

"I think you'll find this exhibit particularly… engaging," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper.

James, torn between duty and desire, allowed Charles to proceed. The King knelt before him, a sight of royal submission, his eyes never leaving James's as he took him into his mouth. Charles's lips were warm, his tongue skilled, moving with a precision that spoke of long-practiced intimacy. The sensation was electric, Charles's mouth working James with an intensity that was both surprising and exhilarating.

James's hands found Charles's hair, guiding him, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret. Each movement of Charles's head sent waves of pleasure through James, his breathing becoming ragged, the room filled with the soft sounds of their clandestine act.

"Fuck," James said as he struggled to get his head back, to keep it from spinning.

"Look. We don't have time for both. Either you can suck me off or I can fuck your ass, but we gotta be quick."

That's when Charles looked up at James, the dangerous twinkle back in his eye and said, "Then fuck me."

Charles stood, leading James to a nearby room where the bed was draped in rich silks, a stark contrast to the severity of their situation. Keeping in mind his recovery, James thought of Camilla walking around, and thought of an alternative. James gently pushed Charles onto the bed, his head hanging over the side, mouth open. James relish the image of His Majesty, prone before him, his mouth desperate for him. Fully clothed, even. It was a delicious sight. James took the time to run his cock head over Charles's lips, teasing him, letting my precum wet his mouth.

Charles, with a need that seemed to defy his illness, envelope James' 8' inch cock in his mouth him once more. James watched the 75-year-old King's apple bounced down and disappeared as his cock hit it. James kept my cock there, letting him get accustomed to its girth. For a moment, anyway. Then, when his gagging started to die, James fucked. Hard.

Then, when his gagging started to die, James fucked. Hard. Looking down Jame could see his face turning purple. Charles struggled, but James pushed farther in, bottoming out. He gagged, and James felt pressure around my cock, wondering if he was trying to vomit out his girth. Wanting something to look at, James unbuttoned his shirt. Charles really had a nice body, hairy chest and muscled in a tight way. James tweaked his nipple as I pulled out briefly.

For the next five minutes or so it was almost wrestling. James pushed Charles further up on the bed, his knees on his arms. The bend wasn't as smooth, but James continued fucking his throat. Eventually James had reached a place where all the pain Charles felt had given way to pleasure, his mouth returning to its task with a fervor that belied his health.

The man was nothing but a toy now, reduced to a flesh Jack. Powerful once, but nothing now without the cock in his mouth. James owned him. He was breathing through his nose when James pulled back, but that was his only function. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, the sounds of their breathing, the rustle of the sheets beneath them.

"Almost there, Your Majesty." James said as James patted his cheek, fucking him for another few minutes. James felt his orgasm brewing, pushing up through my balls. And where else to deposit it?

James came, panting and breathing hard, deep into Charles' throat. James doubt he could even taste it, as it traveled straight to his stomach. Pulling out, James watched him, his face purple and oxygen deprived, slowly coming back to life. He regained color, and somewhere along the line as he gasped for air James saw his eyes suddenly widen; Charles looked up at James, tears stinging his face, and his hand went to his crotch.

Jame realized what happened then. Somewhere between his orgasm and his breathing His Majesty had experienced his own, shaking, earth-shattering orgasm. Without touching his cock or ass or even James, he somehow managed it. James watched him seep his man juice for several long seconds, almost a full minute of quivering orgasm.

"Come on, Your Majesty," James said. "Your wife will be wondering where you are."

"You must rest now, Charles," James whispered, his voice a mix of authority and affection.

"And I will," Charles replied, his voice soft with promise, "but only after ensuring everything is well in hand."

Their encounter was a dance of power, desire, and the delicate balance of scandal, all under the guise of royal duty within the secretive walls of Clarence House.

Note: This narrative is entirely fictional and it does not suggest or reflect any real-life behaviors, events, or relationships between King Charles, James Cole, or any individuals associated with the Royal Family.

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + Disapproving Parents

[operaqueen]

Angela Lansbury - The King & I.

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by Annette Marnat