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Truth Or Dare aka In Bed With Madonna (1990)
#andys gifs#things#truth or dare#in bed with madonna#90s#women in music#queen#madonna#queen of pop#queen of everything#documentary#music doc#boy toy#mood
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top ten first watches of 2023?
I assume you mean films, right? Anyway, top 10 in no particular order.
Crash was a long time coming, but it took a podcast I used to listen to weekly to finally get to this Cronenberg classic. Bodily modifications? Violent eroticism? Body as a machine? Death & eroticism? It has it all and much more.
For those of you in your 20s and 30s (or even older) who feel alienated in the urban landscape, surrounded by crowds whilst feeling lonely and yearning for any type of human connection, this film is for you.
It's no secret that Brian de Palma wanted to be Hitchcock since he was a baby (I assume, but it sure does look so). You can see it in so many movies of his and Body Double is a perfect example. It even has the misogyny down to a T. But it's also really good and I'm a fan of voyeurism in cinema (from a critical position mostly). This is like Rear Window and Vertigo mashed together, but with 80s hair.
Now this was probably the highlight for me this year. Editor by day, sex worker by night, Kathleen Turner is a force in this film, alongside Anthony Perkins, the perverted priest. But if that is not enough to do the trick, the cinematography and that anal sex scene might do the trick 😉
Who knew Joan Crawford had such a big issue with wire hangers? Not me, but I sure found out in that crazy scene that has one of the most memorable meltdowns in cinema. Every shot of Faye Dunaway screams "I want that Oscar, god damn it!"
Fedora is the late 70s version of Sunset Boulevard and it has the same director. Not as good as that classic, but my god, the clothes! I'd watch it again just for the clothes, particularly that white suit Fedora is wearing in the garden of her villa when she receives that honorary Oscar.
I don't think there's any Paul Schrader film that I didn't like. It wouldn't make sense to call him underrated, but he's better than others from that 1970s gang (cough *de Palma* cough). In Hardcore, a father finds out his daughter went to Los Angeles and started acting in porn. He gets the confirmation when he actually sees her in one film in some shady movie theater. It's a weird and very uncomfortable scene and by comparison, not much, knowing how it will unfold later.
Of course Madonna is always in control of her image and what she allows to be seen or how she comes across. But that doesn't mean there's nothing genuine there, on the contrary. And the camera captures that. The backstage, the everyday conversations, the relationship with the dancers. Real people with real emotions and the more darker parts are allowed to slip in through the cracks. On top of that, it has footage from her tour in 90-91, a reminder of how Madonna is one of the best performers out there, making me wish there'd be a time machine so I can see her live during that time.
For anyone who is a fan of Sex and The City, how about a late 1930s version? Fast pace dialogue, outfits to die for and a cast made almost entirely of women.
The second Cronenberg on the 2023 list. I watched M. Butterfly after seeing Madame Butterfly at the opera. The film is slightly different and it deals with some of my favorite themes in fiction and media lately: gender identities, criticism of colonialism, orientalist fantasies that obscure realities and so much more.
#m thoughts#top 10 films in 2023#crash david cronenberg#m butterfly#body double#hardcore 1978#fedora billy wilder#mommy dearest#women 1939#in bed with Madonna#crimes of passion#vive l'amour
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In Bed With Madonna 🎬
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Classic
#madonna#singer#songwriter#actress#movie director#diva#queen#90's#classic#truth or dare#in bed with madonna#iconic#bottle#scene#muse#legend#icon#my muse
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1991 In Bed with Madonna aka Truth or Dare
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#courtney love#article#beyonce#cowboy carter#taylor swift#madonna#lana del rey#someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed#2024#bey article
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Madonna in desperately seeking susan
#lana del rey#lizzy grant#fashion#girl blogger#coquette#icons#it girl#she is a girlboss#girl interrupted#spotify#madonna#rotomblr#rotting#in bed#60s 70s 80s 90s#80s#slim and sexy#dear dairy#fuck you kevin#journal#i’m just a girl#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girlblogger#honeymoon#secret life#if you get it you get it#lana del rey nfr#summer#pink layouts#pink aesthetic
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MAKING A SPECTACLE OF HERSELF!
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Truth Or Dare aka In Bed With Madonna (1990)
(I am gonna be posting all up and through the year of some of my favorite moments from Truth Or Dare because Madonna is seriously a mood for me right now ) ❤️❤️❤️❤️
#things#andys gifs#Madonna#in bed with Madonna#truth or dare#90s#women#women in music#women I admire#1990#music documentary#Madonna is my hero#no hate#pro women#pro woman
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I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Prompt: Microwave Dinner
Billy doesn’t even hear Max until the microwave dings.
“You’re going to burn it,” she grumbles, as she waits for him to pull the crappy microwave dinner out. Billy bites back a curse as the steam singes his fingers.
“It might improve it,” Billy mutters, because the charcoal might actually add some flavor to the mounds of dry potato, carrots and turkey. That was all Neil and Susan had left behind in the fridge for them and Billy wasn’t about to waste his limited funds on grocery shopping.
He waits for it to cool before he tugs off the film and hands it to her. She doesn’t wait for him before she bolts back into the living room and whatever show she’s chosen.
Of course not.
He shoves in the second tinfoil tray in the microwave and puts in the allotted time. While it spins slowly on the plate he leans against the kitchen counter, ignoring the faint sounds of Max turning the TV volume up too high. It would be fine if her choice of entertainment weren’t such trash.
He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting but it wasn’t this.
The microwave dings again and he yanks open the door, tugging the tray out onto the counter and staring at the bland dinner that is apparently all his eighteenth birthday is worth.
He hadn’t expected a lot. But Neil and his stepmother vanished out of the door, leaving him with a microwave dinner and babysitting duties wasn’t it.
Even Max has barely acknowledged the date, instead piling into the Camaro after school, flushed and ten minutes late after the bell. There was a vaguely shifty expression on her face when he’d asked why she wasn’t on time, a defensiveness in the way she’d hauled her skateboard onto her lap. Billy figured she’d just been caught up with that boy and let it go.
At least someone has friends who care.
He grabs a fork and follows Max into the living room. She’s curled up on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her. Her red hair is twisted into two thick plaits and that alone probably says something about how much she’s grown. When she was little, she never used to bother, keeping her long red hair loose around her face. But these days, she wears cute t-shirts, twists her hair into little knots, keeps a lip gloss on her bedside table.
“Slow down,” he mutters, carefully juggling the hot tray while he peels off the film. Max barely blinks as she shoves dry mashed potato into her mouth.
“It’s fine,” Max says, licking her lip.
“Fine, choke, see if I care,” Billy says flatly and Max smirks.
“You wish,” she retorts. She chews furiously on her last carrot and stands up, empty tray in her hands. “Can I go? I’ve got homework. Here, you can have this.” She doesn’t even wait for an answer, instead chucking the remote control down next to Billy. Billy feels oddly empty as she vanishes, leaving him alone with the jarring sounds of the TV and his rapidly cooling dinner.
He tries not to care. No one’s really given a shit about his birthday since his mom left. Neil certainly didn’t. For a few years after Max and Susan turned up, there was at least cake and a few wrapped presents. Usually shit that Neil thought was an appropriate gift, rather than Billy actually wanted but at least the day was acknowledged. There was a card waiting by his plate at breakfast this morning and that was it. No tapes, no basketball, no socks, or any of the usual shit he gets stuck with.
It would have been fine, except he’s not heard from…he’s not heard anything all day. He half expected the BMW to be waiting for him in the parking lot - not that with his expected babysitting duties, they could even have gone to the quarry like normal - but it just wasn’t there. Billy had kept an eye on the road while he was waiting for Max, just in case it pulled in late.
But it didn’t and Billy was well and truly crushed.
He gets it. The day Billy Hargrove was born was a celebration to no one.
He morosely eats his meal, barely even tasting any of it. When he’s done, he gets up, figuring that he may as well clean up. If Max is in her room for the night maybe he can watch something decent.
He gathers up both containers and retrieves Max’s abandoned cutlery from the side. He knows the drill. His birthday will not save him from a bruised eye if the kitchen hasn’t been cleaned.
Max sticks her head into the kitchen just as he begins to run the tap. He tries his best to ignore her but she walks over to him like it’s any other day.
“What do you want, maggot?” Billy grunts, because he fully expects her to ask for dessert. Which, aside from a few old bananas and some stale chocolate chips from Susan’s last happy homemaker baking binge, they don’t have any of.
“Come with me,” Max says firmly. Billy digs his heels in, because he can, because he’s had enough, because he’s eighteen and no one cares.
“Get lost, Maxine,” he says, slamming the cutlery into the sink far harder than he really needs to.
“No, you have to come with me now,” she insists and actually grabs hold of his wrist. Her fingers are thin and delicate around his skin, faint flecks of blue nail varnish on her fingers. Billy stares at her resolute face and wonders how much Susan would mind if he tied up her only child and strung her up from a flagpole outside the high school.
“And I said I don’t want to,” Billy repeats. “I have to clean up.” Max looks behind him at the few items in the sink, the discarded packaging from their dinner and makes a face.
“I’ll do that. Seriously, we only have an hour,” she says, pulling on his arm like she thinks she can move him. “Will you come on? It’s for your birthday.”
Stunned, Billy lets her pull him out of the kitchen and down the hall.
“You got me a present?” he asks incredulously, and Max raises her eyebrows.
“Sort of,” she says vaguely and Billy winces as she twists his skin as she tries to bolt headlong down the hallway. “I had to sort it, that’s why I was late. I didn’t know Mom and Neil were going out for sure until this morning and then I had to use the phone…”
To Billy’s confusion they pass right by her room. Max stops in front of his door, her eyes unusually bright.
“One hour,” she instructs, turning the door handle. “That’s all. I’ll set a timer. And I’ll put the radio on.”
“What the hell do you…” Billy starts to say, as she opens his door and pushes him inside. She slams the door behind him, shutting him in darkness.
“What the hell?” Billy starts, before his words are cut off by a rap at the window.
He nearly shits himself when he sees the face at the window.
“Steve?” Billy hisses incredulously, hurrying across to undo the latch and yank the window up. Steve heaves himself up onto the windowsill and grins.
“Happy birthday,” he says and Billy has to take a step back to let Steve slither into the room.
“What the fuck?” Billy says, because apparently his boyfriend and his sister have been conspiring behind his back all day. Steve lands awkwardly on the carpet, a tangle of limbs and hair and good humor, despite his bad landing. Billy quietly shuts the window again and turns around. But he’s not dreaming and Steve Harrington is really standing in his room. Polo shirt, denim jacket, a lump of car keys in his pocket.
“Thought I was going to get arrested,” Steve says, brushing back his hair from his face in a motion that never fails to make Billy’s stomach dip. Steve’s windswept, his face flushed from the cold and the illicit trip through Billy’s window. “I swear I was going like seventy down Cornwallis.”
“How did you…?” Billy starts, but Steve’s looking around with interest and Billy realizes that Steve’s never been in his room before. There’s a flicker of shame in his belly, because he’s been in Steve’s palatial house, slept naked in Steve’s huge bed, and his own room feels small and dingy by comparison. But Steve noses with interest at his assorted hair products, the scantily clad girls on the calendar, the leather bracelets on his dresser, like he’s actually interested in the effects of Billy’s life.
“I thought you’d forgotten,” Billy says quietly, and Steve sits down on Billy’s single bed. He smooths a hand over the plain blue cover and Billy wonders if that’s why Max was so obvious about the fact that she’d have music on.
“I was going to come visit you at school,” Steve explains.“But Max called this morning and said that your parents were going out. So we planned this instead.”
Billy drops down onto the bed next to Steve, feeling a little stunned that they went through the effort. If Neil and Susan hadn’t gone out, Max probably would have skated to the arcade to buy Steve and Billy some time. But instead, she’d arranged for Steve to come here, ensuring that they’d at least have some time together.
“Your sister is terrifying,” Steve says frankly, perhaps because he can see the gears turn in Billy’s head. He does that - fills the silence with talk when Billy starts to feel a little overwhelmed. “And I say that in comparison to my ex-girlfriend and a kid with superpowers. She called my house at fucking ass o’clock and demanded I get my butt down here.”
“Did she call you again?” Billy asks, suddenly suspicious of Max bolting her dinner. Steve winds his fingers into Billy’s, his skin a little cold from the sharp March bite outside.
“Yeah, she wanted to be sure that it would be dark and your parents hadn’t come back early,” Steve says easily. “She said I had to use the window…?”
“Mrs Haversham is a nosey bitch,” Billy says bluntly and Steve bursts into startled laughter.
“Yeah, she said that too,” Steve says, fondly. He suddenly starts digging into his jacket pocket with the hand that’s not entwined with Billy’s, finally tugging out a small blue box. Billy lets it drop into his open palm, feeling almost raw. He hadn’t expected more of a present, but here’s Steve bringing him fucking jewelry.
When he opens it, it’s a chunky silver ring, the kind that Billy likes to pick up from thrift stores. Only he gets the feeling that this one is a little more expensive and when he peers at the inside of the band, he catches a glimpse of an engraving in the dim light.
“I thought your dad wouldn’t notice if it looked like all the others,” Steve says, like he’s expecting Billy to hate it. Billy stares at the tiny writing, trying to figure out all of the letters by the slim sliver of moonlight. The delicate curve of a S, the double loops of a B, the matching twin shapes of the two Hs…Steve had their initials carved into silver, instead of into a tree, and somehow it’s just so fucking Steve.
Billy carefully slides it onto a finger and then, because it’s the only way he really knows how to show gratitude, he flashes Steve a suggestive grin.
“Max said we only had an hour,” he points out, grabbing for the bottom of his shirt and tugging it over his head. “I wonder what we can do in an hour?”
The glitter in Steve’s eyes suggests that he knows what Billy’s doing, that Billy will thank him with his mouth, even if it’s not by words. But he curls his hand over Billy’s ring finger, carefully brushing against the line between skin and silver, and smiles anyway.
“I think we should find out,” Steve says and loops a hand around Billy’s neck to pull him in.
#harringrove#harringroveweek#billy's birthday bonanza#prompt: microwave dinner#fluff#billy's self esteem issues#billy deserves jewelry and to get plowed on his single bed on his birthday#I screwed up and left this on my work computer#and had to go get it#I mean ahem I do not write harringrove during quiet afternoons#also my arms hurt from bell-ringing#not of any interest to you but my arms are sore as I type this#steve harrington#billy hargrove#Max is going to play madonna very loudly#and briefly regret her kind actions#because they're both loud in bed#I might change the title#I have to go out to see scream 6 soon and my brain is fried
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#santa maria novella#patchouli#madonna#like a prayer#truth or dare#truth or dare in bed with madonna
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Then & Now
#madonna#singer#songwriter#actress#movie director#diva#muse#90's#2020s#then and now#pic#queen#icon#legend#my muse#same bed#the blond ambition tour#the celebration tour
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No press is bad press
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I'm not even kidding. Writing a Boba Fett story and I FALL HARD FOR SERGEANT CRASHER. My body & heart is rewired... I need him like... like... I just... oh GAWD I NEED, I NEED
Trying hard to control my heart, I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye, we need no words at all
Slowly now we begin to move... every breath I'm deeper into you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
#preach it Madonna#Crazy For You#Sergeant Crasher#baby...#tcw#the clone wars#sw tcw#s2ep20 death trap#boba fett#I love you boba#but I gotta bed the Sergeant
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life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone ⟡
#an angel#un-fortune destined#dipped in bed for hours at a time.#grease's stuff#moodboard#hell is a teenage girl#lalala#madonna#like a prayer#pretties
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