#luxcom

[astralbondpro]

Noel Fielding's Luxury Comedy // S01E01: Pele

[piranya]

the gender of it all

[themightybooshfan]

New screen cap!

[rabbitintheroad]

Celeb Crush List:

1. Rik Mayall

2. Brian Molko

3. Daniel Howell

4. Noel Fielding

5. Alex Turner

6. Arin Hanson

7. Matt and Ryan from Supermega (equal)

[earlyspringtranscendence]

i think if you’re vain the side effect of that HAS to be that ur a little stupid bc if ur vain & ur smart you turn into a selfish vat of acid and then u start looking like jeffrey star. it’s like that boosh episode where vince goes ‘i like thick girls who like bright colours and soft fabrics’ and howard says ‘dont you want an equal?’ and vince goes ‘yeah!’

[loveyounoel2022]

FANTASY MAN FANTASY MAN FANTASY MAN FANTASY MAN

[monster-tangle]

luxury comedy ooooh yeahhh

[anciientboosh]

[scorpiusgranger]

Luxcom rules !!!

[scary-milk]

Couldn’t fit smooth in :(

Ig-@ luceparke

[astralbondpro]

Noel Fielding’s Luxury Comedy // S02E03: Reality Man

[blackaproncraft]

My Richard Ayoade and Noel Fielding bullet journal pages for September.

[themightybooshfan]

Noel jumpsuit nails

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Big Chief's Name

Author: TrickseyBird

Year: 2012

Rating: R

Pairing: Fantasy Man/Big Chief

'Big chief?' Fantasy Man cocked an azure eyebrow. 'To aid the passing of time on our quest, may I inquire as to how you earned your title?' Big Chief's eyes creased, pleasingly, but he remained silent. Fantasy Man felt it polite to elaborate. 'I am in a quandary. Because though not diminutive in size, you are neither particularly imposing in stature.' Big Chief raised his thick, dark brows. He was a man who chose his words carefully, and in the fullness of time. Fantasy Man considered the length of the journey before them. They were on a quest to capture a rogue pop-tart cat flying through space and time. It would be arduous to travel so long in silence. Perhaps Big Chief was off his tits again on 'shrooms. Ohh, If only Patrick Duffy had been available. 'What is irking me most, Big Chief, is that you do not have any form of introductory song. I find it somewhat anti climactic. Have you given this thought?' His answer was a guttural grunt, and a hard stare from the chief's deep brown eyes. The light of the grid stretched out without respite. Its purple rays lent a strange pastel hue to the adventurers. But what about Fantasy Man's world was not strange? And here was a man who shared in this hyper reality, beyond what the minds of most men can stand. He would give him another chance. He would force Big Chief to submit to the power of his most musical voice. 'Allow me to demonstrate the peculiar soothing cadence of my own ballad.' Fantasy Man began serenading Big Chief, gesturing passionately to add to the theatre of the repetition of his own name at different volumes. He ended with a wide grin, huffing slightly. 'As you can see, I am something of a natural troubadour. Perhaps I can-?' 'Fantasy Man.' Big Chief growled. Fantasy Man saw that his chatter had aggravated his taciturn companion. Big Chief scowled slightly, as though he was deep in thought. The shadows on his face became sharper. He was surprised by the effect Big Chief's annoyance had on him. The warning grit of the chief's voice only served to emphasise the wiry strength of his body. Fantasy Man found himself examining this primal specimen of manhood with interest. His chin was painted bright orange, like a tribesman's mask. Fantasy Man felt himself scoff at the shocking colour and show of his outfit. It was nothing like the practical armour he himself had adopted. What good would an orange chin do one, if harmed? Big Chief needed a lesson in the importance of chin guards if the pugilistic necessity arose. And yet, there was something fascinating about the shock of colour, against the sharp lines of his pale body that made Fantasy Man's fingers itch to touch him. Shifting his weight on his unicorn, Fantasy Man questioned for the first time the practicality of his tight gold leggings. Unembarrassed, Big Chief fixed his gaze pointedly on Fantasy Man's growing discomfort. With one movement, he scooped Fantasy Man down into his arms. Fantasy Man had never imagined himself as a damsel in need of rescuing, but a look in the chief's eyes quelled his protest. The unicorn kept pace as they continued to glide along the grid. Big Chief bent his head low, his neon head dress brushing as light as his breath on Fantasy Man's cheeks. The purple triangles of the grid now seemed hypnotic. Fantasy Man's fingertips brushed against the taut skin of Big Chief's thighs, sparking light, and he suddenly felt very overdressed. He gripped tighter to Big Chief so as to maintain his balance. The tech-knight willed his companion to speak, to break the tension with the reassurance of his booming voice. Big Chief said nothing. He closed his eyes, with a nobility that resonated with Fantasy Man. He too carried a great weight upon his broad, naked shoulders. 'Big Chief Woolabum Boomalackaway?' The chief wordlessly halted his ride, and with a firm, gloved hand, slid Fantasy Man to the floor of the grid. A moment of static shocked through them both, not unpleasant to the touch. Fantasy Man shifted so the men were touching at the hip. He placed a hesitant finger on the stripes of colour marking the chief's stomach. Orange coloured his finger as he trailed lower, tugging impatiently at the fabric at Big Chief's waist. Big Chief made an animal noise as he moved under Fantasy Man's touch. He had imagined this moment for what seemed like an eternity, in the grid. His mind had played the same images constantly: Fantasy Man's fingers sparking and dragging him close, Fantasy Man's melodic voice jarring on his name in a hiss of pleasure, skin hard against slick skin. A black flash of desire clouded the chief's eyes as he gripped Fantasy Man's hand. 'Enough.' Fantasy Man's blue eyes held a question. 'Now.' Suddenly a nasal voice cut through the sounds of desperate kisses and fumbling fingers. 'Hello, Fantasy Man! Are you having one of your adventures with your sidekick?' Fantasy Man froze. 'I'm not here, I'm not here; I'm running through the fields with Arnold?' he paused to see if his clever ruse had the desired effect. 'But Fantasy Man, you are quite clearly right there.' 'If you don't mind, I'm actually quite engrossed at present.' Fantasy Man's voice quavered with frustration. 'We should appreciate some privacy.' 'That's nice, Fantasy Man,' replied the disinterested, disembodied voice. 'See you next time.' 'Yes you can fuck right off now, thank you.' Fantasy Man sang, before losing his voice to an unflinching kiss. Fantasy Man fought off a swoon as Big Chief shed what little remained of his clothing. 'Be calm. I can see the future:' His teeth gripped the finger of his remaining glove. 'You are about to find out why I am called Big Chief.'

[thepalacerabble]

these types of designs for private homes have excellent potential to be remade on even larger scales for communized living