#english pleasure

[clayjazz]

Me when I’m a horse girl

[littlelightfish]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE SAID "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Frog"

English dub explain.

[wtfduolingo]

ID: [The start of a multiple choice question in Duolingo. The question reads "The speaker likes...?". The first option is "The Game", which you just lost]

Duolingo resorting to psychological warfare on Millennials.

[patr0nsa1nt]

Movie - Dorian Gray

A young and naive Englishman man (Ben Barnes) ends up sealing the deal with the devil to sell his soul in exchange for preserving his youth & beauty and pursues a hedonistic approach of pleasure in life.

I have always been in love with the book written by Oscar Wilde, however the movie was on another level.

[neversetyoufree]

Wait hold on I just noticed something really funny.

I'm sure we all remember the incredibly gay moment of Domi quoting her father at Jeanne to talk about "enjoying her beauty:"

But! I just realized that this line was changed a bit from the real de Sade quote. The real life version that's usually quoted is this: "Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite." To be really reductive, it's essentially saying "everything is about sex."

Which like. This line as written was already a lot. But so long as there was no translation weirdness, we can assume that Mochijun picked this line out for this scene based on the "sexual pleasure" version. Hello lesbians.

[virtuouslibertines69]

"We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden itself." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[galaxostars]

for some reason I feel like having friends to whom you can come to to celebrate things you’re proud of is more precious and rarer than those to whom you can come to when you’re feeling down

[b4kuch1n]

more sk8. I think the cindereki stuff is extremely stupid but I am not immune to trying to conceptualize a princess gown in any setting

[hannagoldworthy]

Looks like Someone stole her mommy’s phone to circumvent my IP block lol. You need some attention, Domina? You getting bored under your bridge? Get used to it, because now this IP is blocked too.

Still, I have to laugh, because once again you are utilizing big words to try and intimidate me, but because you’re about as literate as a rock at the bottom of the Marianas Trench, you’re doing it wrong. Female chauvinism is an entirely different beast from plain chauvinism (also called MALE chauvinism, for reasons that should be clear to you). Next time, just cut out the word ‘female’ and call me a misogynistic sow again - we both know that’s what you wanted to call me in the first place.

Also, it’s amazing how someone who’s trying to accuse ME of misogyny just referred to two prominent female characters as objects that were readily interchangeable, with their only impact on the story being their effects on their male love interests. This is tragicfantasy-girl, folks! Voice of downtrodden women EVERYWHERE!

I love it, you completely disregard Padmé’s and Satine’s feelings on this matter. As much as I may joke about how Obi-Wan is the objectively more attractive man, I sincerely doubt Padmé would be more than passingly interested in dating him - Natalie Portman specifically said that Padmé liked Anakin because he helped her escape from her adult life into a romantic fantasy she hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge during her short childhood. Obi-Wan was not in the business of escapism, so she never really thought of him as more than a friend or a coworker.

And Satine? Satine would have ripped Anakin a new asshole, let’s be honest. She would have started gently, hinting strongly that she still thought of him as a child, wearing the dowdiest clothes in her wardrobe, maintaining a minimum distance between them, setting up a cover story as a brother and sister traveling rather than a married couple. Then, she would have firmly denied his advances, tried to set him up with her younger sister (and her nephew, when that fell through), had him sit and watch her do paperwork all day, and when he broke out the amateur-night Shakespeare monologue, she’d haul out the big guns and say “oh, Obi-Wan used to say the same things to me when we were young.” And, when she heard that he committed the war crime of collective punishment by killing Tusken Children for the crimes of their parents, she’d have reported him to the Council immediately upon seeing them, middle of a battle or no. Anatine as a concept is DOA.

But don’t let that stop you! If you really want to write that fanfic, you go on right ahead, Domina! I know you’re probably blonde in real life because you have this weird fixation on blonde female characters that makes you take any slight against them too personally! Why don’t you turn that energy into writing the Anatine fic nobody except you has ever asked for? Project your rancid personality on Satine and bone Anakin in effigy as much as you want! It’s what fanfic was MADE for!

[burningvelvet]

"To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort — no struggle; but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flowers covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress: delirious with his love half my time — for he would — oh, yes, he would have loved me well for awhile. He did love me — no one will ever love me so again."

— Jane Eyre (1847), Charlotte Brontë

[originalaccountname]

for @kyouka-supremacy, with apologies for being a LIAR because I apparently remembered the second time Dazai sings his stupid song wrong. They're not that different. With notable work to take into account the new words but not ~completely~ different like I said. (always double check yourself before making claims on the internet kids)

I included the original before for easier comparison. The OG song is more noticeably different because they're trying to fit one thousand syllables in a very short time.

[artemlegere-art]

Lamia

Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849–1917)

Genre: Mythological Painting

Date: 1905

Media: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tāmaki, Auckland, New Zealand

Early in his career Waterhouse painted Graeco-Roman subjects in the manner of Alma-Tadema. However, he was later drawn to the romantic Pre-Raphaelite style, painting the Arthurian legends popularised by poets such as Tennyson. Lamia (a second version painted in 1905 is privately owned in London) was inspired by Keats' celebrated poem of 1820, about a bridegroom who discovers on his wedding night that his bride is a monstrous half-serpent who preys on young men. As such, she is a classic femme fatale.

[funcrimescene]

i know harvey’s only mentioned it once in an instagram caption, but i much enjoy the fact that guillermo canonically uses tiktok.

i’d like to think he very openly posts about working for vampires n stuff but everyone thinks he’s just committing to a bit really hard, vis-à-vis gentleman.gasmask.

his followers are like “lmfao the detail in this arg is insane, that dead body in the background looks so real”

[virtuouslibertines69]

"Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Greta II by René & Radka Photography

[myrosae]

Reader taking care of drunk(?) Bachira

I think i made it GN. alcohol and brief mention of dubcon

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Earlier that day, Bachira had contacted you to join him and a few friends for a Karaoke night. Although you usually would never pass down a chance to spend time with Bachira (or any of the guys, that were as much his friends as they were yours), you were hesitant. You were not in the mood for alcohol at all, and even though you knew none of your friends would ever force you to drink if you didn’t want to, you were worried of being a burden, of dragging the fun down. Instead of dwelling on it alone, you shared your concerns with Bachira, which when thinking back on it might not have been the best idea : he’d always manage to make you forget any concerns you had about yourself and to make you spend time with him, whatever the situation. Your other friends were definitely not simping for you as hard as he was. But you weren’t even a couple (yet).

Bachira did manage to dispel your concerns after a short call. 

“ So, you’re hesitating because you don’t want to drink tonight ?”

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t wanna be a drag.” At that, you heard him scoff through the phone.

“That’s so dumb. Nobody’ll ever think of you as a drag. You’re always so goddamn fun to be around.” He stopped for a second, thinking. “But hey, how about that : you come to the karaoke tonight with your car, you have fun with me - us all night, and then you can drive me home safely, taking care of me !” You could hear his grin. He was unashamed.

“ Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea !” Besides, none of the guys were crazy drinkers, especially not for a karaoke night with friends. Your mission would be to drive a few tipsy friends home. And yes, you were glossing over the fact that Bachira had came up with the idea with only the both of you in mind, not counting your other friends.

“But that won’t be an excuse to drink yourselves away !” He’d heard you counting your other friends as well but didn’t comment on it.

“Of course not, Angel, I wouldn’t wanna bother you too much !” He was teasing you but also sounded sincere. 

And as such, you agreed on this plan. He gave to you the meetup adress and hour. There was a car park right next to the place. Before ending the call, you asked him if he wanted you to come pick him up at his place, a bit excited as you had never been there. Weirdly enough, he refused, not even explaining why. 

“Oh no don’t bother ! Thanks for the offer though <3″

And with that, you both said goodbye and the call ended.

You were the last to arrive to the karaoke place that night. Bachira, Isagi, Nagi and Chigiri were already there. Chigiri was going through the karaoke song selection screen, and the other three were seated and chatting away. As soon as you entered the room, Bachira exclaimed excitedly “There you are !” He got up and dragged you to the sofa, taking your hand. “We were talking about the mass production of super-hero movies and we need your opinion.” He pushed you on the sofa, forcefully sitting you down. “That is sounding too intellectual for you.” “Isagi was explaining it to me !” He was still standing in front of you. You looked up at him and laughed. He was buzzing with excitment. “Alright then, Isagi, grant me your wisdom !” You turned to the man in question. Him and Nagi had a knowing smirk on their faces. You decided to ignore that. 

As the night went on and as the boys were chucking down their drinks, Bachira was getting clingier with you. Bolder. As you were cheering on mainly Chigiri and Isagi who were passing the mic back and forth, Bachira was moving closer and closer to you on the sofa. At first, he would just be leaning over you to speak with Nagi, hand supporting himself across your legs. At the end of the night, he was flat out trying his best to sit on your lap, whining loudly every time you pushed him to the side in a feeble attempt to preserve the few pieces of your mind that weren’t begging you to slam your lips against his pouty ones. He would immediatly climb back up on your legs, laughing loudly at your groans. At least, he was facing Nagi, not you, you thought. 

Yeah, you should’ve tried to not let that thought come through your mind. Because now, you were daydreaming about it. As if having Bachira on your lap was not already enough, you were imagining him, facing you, hands locked around your shoulders, with his big fucking grin, slowly inching closer to your mouth while looking you in the eye... 

“Hey ! Are you listening to me ? You there ? Come back !”

Bachira broke you out of your daydream by taking your cheeks between his hands and dragging your head close to his. You could actually feel his hot breath on you. He was twisting his hips, body still facing Nagi. “Oh C’mon ! Get a room you two ! Poor Nagi is third-wheeling over there!” Chigiri shouted from across the room. “ I feel like I am witnessing a canon event.” Nagi followed. You were bright red and hoping that none of them could see it. Bachira did definitely see it. 

“C’mon, Meguru, let me move a bit, I have to go to the bathroom...”

“Nooooooo ! Don’t abandon me ! What if they hurt me while you’re not there ? You have to protect me !” It took a lot of fighting to get him off of you. He was clinging on to you even when standing up, like a koala. You managed to get him off with the other guy’s help and made your way to the bathroom. 

You used this alone time to compose yourself  and your thoughts: yes, it would be fucking easy to steal your first kiss with Bachira tonight. He was being extra expressive and affectionnate, and you weren’t dumb enough to not get the clue. And you liked him a lot too. You liked him so much. You wanted to kiss him so damn bad. But he was drunk. And you’d rather die than ever feeling like you’ve ever taken advantage of a drunk person. Yes, his advances have always been rather obvious, even when he was not  drunk. But you didn’t want your first move on him to happen when he was not completely in control of himself. And as such, you decided that you would endure his fucking teasing ass for the night. Maybe you’ll invite him over your place in the week, to make up for that. With that, you splashed yourself with water and made your way back to the room.

It was 2AM when the 5 of you decided to end the night. You volunteered to drive home every last one of your friends. Nagi and Chigiri lived fairly close to each other. They managed to write their adress on your GPS and you got them home safely. Bachira, who was sitting in the seat next to you, wished them goodnight cheerfully. You dropped Isagi at his place and he knowingly waved the both of you goodbye from his doorstep. 

You were left with only Bachira, who was behaving surprisingly well since the start of the ride. He did not speak at all aside from wishing goodbye to his friends. He seemed tired, his eyes were drooping. “So, where do you live ?” “Hmmmm...” He smiled at you. You asked him again, once, twice, thrice, getting more worried each time. You were holding his head between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks hoping to ease the blur in his mind. He said he didn’t remember. “Just... take me to your place. You wouldn’t do anything to me, right ?” He was nuzzling his face against your hands. You huffed and put your hands back on the steering wheel. It was probably safer that way. Who knew if he hurt himself while drunk in his house ? Better be safe than sorry, right ? 

You arrived at your house after a 10 minute drive. Bachira had stared at you, eyes half lidded throughout the first half of the ride. When you arrived, he seemed to be sleeping. You parked your car and got out, opening the door to Bachira’s side. He opened his eyes and extended his arms to you.

“Seriously Meguru ?” “Yeah, I can’t stand on my own.” That was probably bullshit, but you didn’t really care. He scooted closer to the end of his seat and you picked him up bridal style. He seemed surprised. He was probably expecting a back ride. “Gotta treat you like the spoiled princess you’re pretending to be, love.” He seemed to be waking up at your words and actions. Your were walking up the stairs to your appartment. “Noooo, you’re supposed to be the princess ! Not me !” He nuzzled closer to you. You were calmer than you thought you would be. “Then you gotta make up for it tomorrow. Can you open the door for me ? The keys are in my hand.” He grabbed your keys and unlocked the door for the both of you. His movements didn’t seem weak to you. He seemed fairly in control. You chuckled to yourself. 

You decided that you would let him sleep in your bed, and you would sleep on your sofa. At your entrance, you put him down so that he could take his shoes off. You took his coat and hanged it. Although he managed to take his shoes off just fine, he immediately leaned his whole weight dramatically against you. “I can’t walk !” He whined. You could indulge him one last time. So you took him in your arms, he giggled and you moved over to your room. You softly dropped him in your bed. 

“Alright, that’s it. I know you’re doing alright Meguru so don’t get all whiny on me. The bathroom is on the left, there is a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. If you need me, i’ll be in the living room. Okay ?” He looked at you with genuine confusion in his eyes. You were still at eye level with him, so he grabbed your head. 

“No, no ! Stay with me ! I still need you ! I’ll- I’ll make room for you in the bed ! I won’t be a nuisance ! I promise !” You chuckled lightly. 

“You’re never a nuisance Meguru. I just don’t want to sleep next to you for the first time when you’re drunk. That wouldn’t sit right with me.” 

“I’m- I’m not drunk !” With that he blowed his breath into your face. And he actually didn’t smell of alcohol one bit. Now that you’re thinking about it, he never ordered a drink from the whole night. You were just too distracted to even notice. He was looking at you, excpectantly waiting for your response.

“So you pretended to be drunk aaaaall night, just to get my attention, you embarrassed me in front of our friends, you hid your adress from me so that you could sleep here and you pretended not to be able to walk ? What a spoiled brat. And you’re even trying to get me to sleep next to you. How shameless.” You were speaking softly, as if you were talking to a sleepy child. His cheeks became red. He tried to stutter an answer. You reached for a streak of hair and put it back behind his ear. He trembled. 

“I indulged in you during the whole night. Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and sleep well. I’ll see you again tomorrow morning and we’re gonna talk about it. Okay ?” He hid his face in your pillow and answered an “okay” back. As you were leaving the room, he called out to you. 

“I- I wanted to - I tried to - I wanted to have a kiss tonight. Can I have a kiss ?” You turned to him.

“No. You will wait. Good night, Meguru.” You could hear him whining as you were closing the door.

The next morning, you woke up with the smell of toast in your nose. Bachira could see you from where he was in the kitchen. He rushed over to you. As you were slowly rising from the depths, he asked you : “I’ve been making you breakfast. Can I have a kiss now ?”. He was grinning. You rubbed your eyes, yawned, and took a look at his puppy eyes. “Only if you apologize for what you did yesterday.” “I’m sorry ! I’ll make it up to you, promise !”. And with that you leaned in against his lips and gave him a peck. He seemed to burst with excitment and followed by kissing you all over your face. You just sat there, appreciating the attack. 

And a few hours later, you and Meguru had officially become a couple.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

okay i was curious where that quote that laura reads in s2e12 from carmilla's book was from ("those who prefer their principles over their happiness refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness") and unsurprisingly it was camus so i downloaded the book it's from and ctrl+f'd through to find the quote and havent found it yet but did find this one: