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Put On Your Raincoats | Shocking! (Mulot, 1976)

This review contains mild spoilers.

This is a Cold War satire in which the Soviet Premier and American President start World War III, depicted through liberal use of stock footage, due to their respective dislike of the other country’s cinema, and potentially cause nuclear annihilation when they accidentally slam the launch button while in the throes of passion. The former, doing a terrible Russian accent, is accompanied by the sounds of the balalaika, and the latter, doing a terrible Southern accent, dismisses the concerns of his advisor “Henry” while with his favourite actress “Lovelace”. "Good old Canada is only a shadow of herself now,” we learn. How society at large deals with this we do not witness directly, but how the upper class deals with this is through a whole lot of fucking and sucking.

So as a satire it would be generous to call it shrewd, and perhaps some of the wit is lost in translation (I watched an English dub quite a bit shorter than the runtime listed on IMDb), but if like me you played that old MS-DOS game Nuclear War during computer class and thought “Ronnie Raygun”, “Infidel Castro” and “Ayatollah Kookamamie” were the funniest things in the world, you might get a kick out of this. (In case you’re wondering, this was in the mid-2000s and we were just fucking nerds. Also our high school’s computers were old as shit.) And this shares vintage French porn’s condescension towards sexual matters, but I suppose that’s allowed in a movie satirical in intent.

On a pornographic level, this is mostly distinguished by some inspired masturbation. There’s a scene where a wife pleasures herself on her bed while her husband looks back at her and rubs one out in the sink, another where the son and his tutor both lock eyes and masturbate so he can get back to his studies, and in the final orgy sequence, a woman with a lit candle in her vagina. In fact, you might be “inspired” to follow suit, although at least one of those scenes constitutes a fire hazard. Other sexual highlights include a jungle themed stag film in which a guy in a pith helmet and safari suit gets double teamed by two babes in leopard costumes, some gender play with the son dressing up as a woman during the action, and a big climactic orgy sequence.

I’ve said before that I’m pretty lukewarm on group scenes for their general lack of focus, and this one cuts to other scenes way too often. But as this is directed by Claude Mulot, the scene is executed with a certain amount of style. Lots of roving camerawork and compositions with objects in the foreground and action in the background, and I suppose there’s something to cutting between fucking and sucking and a mushroom cloud. And the glimpses we do see of the action are sufficiently spicy. (The cooch candle is part of the orgy scene.)

I watched this for Karine Gambier and her phantom eyebrows. She acquits herself nicely as the tutor, and in the climax spends most of her time with a butler who she sweats way more than despite him keeping on his tux during the action. At one point he eats her out, and it’s hard to tell where his mustache ends and her bush begins. But the real MVP here is Emmanuelle Pareze, who nails the role of the icy, supercilious blue blooded blonde wife, and who has a lot of fun putting down her husband, doing goofy, over the top dirty talk, and even wearing a pair of glasses, if only during a fantasy scene.

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So I just started watching 'The Mallorca Files'.

It's about a British (played by a Welsh actress) and a German (played by an Austrian actor) police detective stationed on Mallorca and working for the local police force. And yes. I know it's a television show made for entertainment. And I know the whole setup is complete BS.

But what really tickles my marble? It's the whole language thing. Half the cast is German portraying Germans (as far as I’ve watched the show). Quarter of the cast is Spanish portraying Spanish people and the rest is English. And everyone speaks freaking English. Even when the same -non English speaking - compatriots are amongst themselves.

Oh, the German friends who are visiting the island for a stag night?! Speaking English.

The Spanish who live on Mallorca? Speaking English.

And all of them with audible accents so you as the viewer are clued in that they’re ‘the Germans’ or ‘the Natives’.

Look, I get that it is a BBC show primarily made for a UK audience. But the first episode established that the German police officer speaks Castellan and maybe a bit of Catalan, the native tongue of Mallorca (correct me here if I'm wrong). And it is established that the English police officer, upon being stationed on Mallorca, starts to learn Castellan. So let them speak Castellan! Even if it's just to order a coffee or something.

And when the German detective interrogates one of the many German persons of interest, why not let them speak in their native tongue? Might be more useful.

And for anyone who doesn't understand either language, use subtitles, for f*** sake!

And the reason I think they do this is because they expect their audience to

A: not be proficient in foreign languages and B: be too lazy to read subtitles.

Which is just downright insulting.

Have you seen ‘The Parliament’?! Wonderful show about the European Parliament with people from all over Europe and in my opinion they did a wonderful job with the language barriers. As in they provided subtitles when necessary which made the show that much more authentic.

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The Blood Red Crescent

A @whiteoliphaunt gift for @elyksina, who request Turin, Orodreth, Finduilas, and Gwindor with plenty of angst. I adore your artwork, and I hope I’ve captured beautiful, sad Orodreth to your liking.

Túrin’s hands have always been coated in red. Metaphorically, on occasion, though usually literally. The color makes him nauseous.

He curls his scarred hands into fists as the King peels the worn leather gloves back, inspecting his hands closely for injuries. There is nothing, though; the brackish, dark orc blood is only on his gloves, dripping from his fingertips, and splattered across his palms.“I told you I was fine, my Lord,” Túrin grunts, uneasy with the ministrations. 

Orodreth clicks his tongue softly. “I cannot be sure that you are not also wounded. We must be careful.”

Túrin glances at the gloves, cast forlornly to the side. They are nearly black, though they were tawny doeskin when Cúthalion first gifted them. Now, they are dark, like his spirit. He can scarcely believe the original color was bone. Washing it in the laundry will hardly make a difference; they will never be light again, nor will he. 

At long last, Orodreth stands, dropping Túrin’s hands back into his lap. “You appear to be fine.”

“I am fine. I told you that.”

The King throws him a weary glance. “Well, I am not the one who was worried.” It is a lie, and Túrin is not sure Orodreth even knows that it is. 

Túrin casts his gaze behind him. Gwindor is, of course, lurking outside, eyes narrowed, but he’s not alone. A familiar golden head hovers just outside the door, blue eyes veiled, no hint of worry creeping across her petite, pale face. Finduilas is a good actress, of course; she is excellent at guarding her emotions. She must be, having been raised in a harsh court with her father’s cousins lurking. But Túrin knows her well enough by now, and he knows that Finduilas wouldn’t have come if she were not also worried.

“They have been waiting long to see you,” Orodreth unhelpfully supplies. Túrin tears his eyes from Finduilas to cast him an annoyed look.

“I shall not make them wait any longer, then.”

On his way out, he picks up his bloodied gloves and slides them back over his fingers. It feels as if his skin is settling back into place after being flayed.

*~* 

The King has blood on his cheek, smeared across a sharp cheekbone. It is not his own, and Túrin knows this, but his heartbeat still quickens, and he pulls Orodreth close, cupping his face lightly. His skin is warm, even through Túrin’s gloves.

“You are bleeding,” Túrin breathes. His fingers ghost along Orodreth’s cheek, and he shudders slightly yet he does not pull back.

“‘Tis not mine,” the King promises. He points to the trail of blood on the forest floor, ruby droplets and rivulets leading away from where they stand. The russet leaves gleam with pools of dark blood. It leads toward the Narog, and the King’s spear rests against the mighty trunk of an Oak. Túrin’s heart thumps rapidly.

“Orcs are hunting-”

“I wounded a stag, and you caused it to flee.” Orodreth laughs brightly as if losing his prey is no great inconvenience. He places his hand over Túrin’s, still pressed to his cheek. His touch is cool; his fine-boned hands are also flecked with blood. Túrin shudders. Red is a color that he has  seen often on Orodreth—a blush swept across his cheeks after too much wine, jewels on each finger, bright rubies at his throat—but this kind of red looks jarring on him. He does not wear it well.

Without thinking, he slowly drags his thumb  across the blood on his face, wiping it away. He hears Orodreth’s breath hitch, and a new war rages loudly around them, but Túrin pays it no mind. He does not notice anything save for the new bloodstain on his fingers; the redness wiped clean from the King’s face.

“There,” he says very softly. “It is gone.”

Orodreth stares at him. His gaze is—surprised, almost, anxiety evident in jadeite eyes. Under Túrin’s palms, his face grows warm.

“Thank you,” Orodreth says quietly before turning away to follow his prey once more. Túrin’s newly bloodied hands fall away from his face.

*~*

“Findi, is that blood on your clothes?”

Finduilas glances down at her dress. All she can see is a dull red handprint at her waist. 

“Whatever do you mean?” She bats her lashes in feigned ignorance. 

Gwindor frowns. He grabs Finduilas’ arm, pulling her closer; his gaze rakes over her form, and his mouth falls slightly open. “Did someone harm you?’

Finduilas places her palm against her stomach, and her fingers come away with flakes of dried blood. Damn. Thurin is stealthy and secretive in all things save for this. She sighs inwardly, and her heart beats dully for Gwindor. It is not his fault he has returned so changed. 

“Findi.” Gwindor’s tone is sharp. “Hold still.”

“Why?” She blurts out, anxious. Gwindor shakes his shaggy head furiously.

“Are you wounded? Who has hurt you?” His eyes are wild and frantic. 

“I can call for my father,” she tries. Gwindor shakes his head again.“Just tell me.”

She presses her palm against the stain again, and Gwindor almost gasps—not from her pain but from the warmth of her hand, his fingers splaying across her gown. The warmth disappears when Finduilas draws her hand back.

“It is nothing,” Finduilas explains. “We ran into one another in the hall.”

Her voice wavers, but Gwindor is not a fool; he hears it. He appears defeated and sighs at her stubbornness.

“Don’t go looking for trouble.”

“I won’t,” Finduilas insists, eyes blazing. The insistence in her voice makes Gwindor drop all arguments.

*~*

It is late, but the King’s eyes are still bright, warm, and limpid; any impartial mask he usually wears has slipped away, and he all but leans into Túrin’s touch. Túrin presses his bare hands against Orodreth’s face, his touch featherlight and caresses golden freckles. His gloves are by the hearth, cast aside.

“And what would the people have to say about the king spending time with a former outlaw?” He teases. His tone is light, but Túrin can sense the worry simmering beneath his words. Instead, he tangles his fingers in Orodreth��s pale hair, winding the silken strands around his fingers.

“They can talk, but it does not matter. You are the King. You can be with who you wish.” Túrin seldom gives good counsel, even if he believes his own words. 

Orodreth hums. His voice is like worn velvet, Túrin thinks. If sounds could elicit a visceral response. It is both the most beautiful and saddest sound he has ever heard. “And who do you wish to be with then?”

“You,” Túrin says, the word soft, trembling. “Only you.” That is also a lie. They do nothing but lie to one another. 

Orodreth laughs, but it is a little too sharp, too fey. “That is not what I have heard.”

“And I want you.” Túrin lets all the untruth ebb in that one word, but he knows the King hears it. He knows it in the way he lifts his gaze; unease is evident on his face. 

“And you mean that?”

“Yes,” Túrin says. “Truly.”

He watches a smile curve up on the King’s lips, something kind and genuine. It is beautiful and sad; he wants to press his lips against it. Orodreth is bolder, however, leaning forward and kissing his brow, his stubbled cheeks, lingering on his thin lips. Túrin loops his arms around Orodreth’s neck, pulling him closer.

He has been bathed in crimson his whole life, Túrin thinks, as Orodreth kisses him deeper, as the ocre on his lips smudges against Túrin’s skin. But not like this, hardly like this.

He does not mind this shade of red right now.

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'Dublin International Film Festival is hosting a special screening of John Butler’s ‘impossible to resist’ film Handsome Devil (2016) on Thursday 25th July, here Light House Cinema. The one-off event is part of a series of unique cinema experiences presented as part of the Tanqueray 0.0% Film Club and will feature an In Conversation with John Butler and other special guests.

Premiered as the Closing Night Film at DIFF 2017, members of the cast and crew, including Director John Butler (The Outlaws, The Stag, Papi Chulo) will reunite to enjoy and celebrate this coming-of-age comedy. By bringing this contemporary classic back to one of Dublin’s leading independent cinemas, DIFF is doing what it does best: supporting, showcasing, and promoting the best of Irish filmmaking talent.

Produced by Treasure Entertainment (Papi Chulo, The Stag, Flora And Son), and starring Fionn O’Shea (Dating Amber, Normal People) and Nicholas Galitzine (The Idea of You, Bottoms), alongside Andrew Scott (Ripley, All of Us Strangers, Sherlock), Handsome Devil is a story of friendship and fun told with a tenderness and honesty that makes it as relevant and poignant now as it did to audiences who enjoyed when it first hit the big screen.

The film follows the story of the unlikely friendship of boarding school roommates Ned (Fionn O’Shea) and Conor (Nicholas Galitzine), who despite taking an instant dislike to each other are encouraged by their English teacher Dan Sherry (Andrew Scott) to find their own voices and defy the status quo of their rugby-obsessed school.

Director John Butler said, “It’s a dream to see Handsome Devil continue to find a devoted global audience so long after its ‘first life’. Maybe the message is timeless - people will always need friends, and acceptance, and stories on screen will always have the power to bring souls together to look at the flickering light, in the dark”

There are also plenty of recognisable and well-loved stars in the supporting cast with Moe Dunford, Hugh O’Conor, Ardal O’Hanlon and Amy Huberman making appearances, and Brian O’Driscoll choreographing the top-notch, on-field rugby action.

DIFF Festival Director Grainne Humphreys said “John Butler is one our most talented Directors, and we’re proud to have premiered The Stag, Handsome Devil and Papi Chulo at previous festivals. The timeless impact of this title and its ability to continually connect with international audiences is testament to John's storytelling and the stellar cast and the creative teams he works with.

This one-off special screening is the latest in a series of unmissable events presented as part of the Tanqueray 0.0% Film Club, which launched earlier this year at DIFF 2024 as a way to elevate the cinema experience and bring filmmakers together for magnificent conversations. 

Following the screening, John Butler and members of the cast will revisit their experiences of making the film and explore how their careers and projects have developed since. Irish actress, writer, and Tanqueray Brand Ambassador Amy Huberman will host the conversation and invite members of the public to put their questions to the Handsome Devil team...'

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If they had a kid meme / Robb and Dany, Joff and Dany, Vis and Dany, I'm not even sorry

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Robb/Dany

Name: Torrhen Stark

Gender: Male

General apperance: dark hair, silver streaks as he gets older. Beard when it grows in. Blue Tully eyes.

Personality: cunning, stern, arrogant

Special talents: Ice fishing and other hunting related activities

Who they like better: Robb

Who they take after more: Dany

Personal headcannon: King in the North and marries a woman from the North. Has an ice dragon named: Nyssa Nyssa. Oldest child.

Face claim: Cnut from Vikings Valhalla

Name: Rhaenys Targaryen

Gender: female

General apperance: dark auburn hair, Stark Grey eyes, slender height and wears blues and greys

Personality: Fearless, Even temperament until pushed to her limit, can be ruthless and brooding

Special talents: Weaving and sewing

Who they like better: Robb

Who they take after more: Robb

Personal headcannon: Queen of Westeros and marries a Martell. Has a dragon named: Nymeria. Second oldest. Named after every Rhaenys who died.

Face claim: Alicent's actress

Name: Jaenny Stark

Gender: female

General apperance: shortest sibling at 5 feet 2 inches. Typical Targaryen features.

Personality: Quiet, Withdrawn, Helpful, spacey

Special talents: works with different people/factions to broaden her knowledge in plants, powders, liquids/foods that poison, heal and or psychedelics/drugs like behaviors.

Who they like better: Robb

Who they take after more: Neither

Personal headcannon: Dragon dreamer or Greenseer (unsure which one. Girl gets visions and may or may not take drugs to enhance her visions and sleeps outside the Weirwood tree some night) takes Harrenhall as her holding and marries a Riverlord. Has a pet wolf named: Snow

Face claim: Catherine from Catherine the Great

Name: William "the rebuilder" Targaryen

Gender:male

General apperance: Brown hair, dark purple eyes.

Personality: Courageous, Prideful, Generous

Special talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal headcannon: first one to fully incorporate the Step Stones into the Kingdom and making treaties with Little Tyosh and Tyosh to be allies. Taken the Steps as his own area to govern while his siblings have the North, Westeros and holdings in Dragonstone, rebuilt Summerhall and Harrenhall and is rebuilding towns and towers ruined in Westeros with his siblings help. Married to his sister Syrax. Has a dragon named: Aegon

Face claim: Ben Barnes

Name: Syrax "the Golden" Targaryen

Gender: female

General apperance: blonde hair that's almost golden blonde with silver highlights. Lilac eyes

Personality: Secretive, Kind, Assertive

Special talents: Sailing. Has a personal ship call Stormborn

Who they like better: Dany

Who they take after more: Dany

Personal headcannon: helps her brother-husband with rebuilding the kingdom and maintaining order in the Stepstones. Appoints smaller and loyal Lords or their first or younger sons/brothers from the Vale, Iron Islands and Westerlands, Riverlands and Driftmark to take larger holds and rule there to establish their own house. Syrax is named after a dragon and goddess. Has blonde hair and wears gold jewelry and accented armor pieces to match her golden dragon named: Laenox

Face claim: Laegetha from Vikings

Joff Dany

Name: Maegor "the Stag" Targaryen

Gender: male

General apperance: Blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Personality: ruthless, hot headed, loyal and stubborn

Special talents: weapon fighting. Can fight with just about any and all weapons. Has two weapons that look like antlers and has sharp jagged sides on the antler points that when pulled out make more wounds.

Who they like better: Dany

Who they take after more: Joffery

Personal headcannon: has a dragon named Castamere

Face claim: Bradley James

Name: Argella "the realms light"

Gender: female

General apperance: average height. White Blonde curls and purple eyes.

Personality: calm, well mannered and cunning and spiteful

Special talents: Politics

Who they like better: Dany

Who they take after more: Dany

Personal headcannon: has a dragon named

Face claim: Myrcellas second actress from GOT

Vis and Dany

I've done these before. They have so many what if kids.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding (Part One)

Part of the Yes Daddy Verse

Prequel

Prequel Series: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6

Yes Daddy: 1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7 x 8

Adventures in Toyland: Introduction

1 x 2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6 x 7

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: Nothing really, sorry guys this chapter is all fluff! Swearing, feminization, drug use, a little grinding and kisses but this is just a happy fluff chapter 🖤 Rating: PG-13

Neither of them had ever been the type to plan things out. No, they were wild at heart and deficient of attention and a little mental at times. Perhaps that was why even though they'd been engaged for over a year and desperate to claim each other in every way possible they still weren't married on paper. They'd made plenty of jokes, the idea of running away to Vegas came up constantly or just going to the court house, but Dom thought Colson wanted something showier and Kells was positive his Dominic wanted to dress up. They were both so terrified of disappointing the other that they never even asked and it just got swept under the rug over and over again. That is until some of their friends took it upon themselves to get the boys absolutely shit faced.

It was interesting because though their friends were around each other frequently they hadn't exactly intermingled, which is why it took so long for any of them to realize the two gave about the same amount of fucks as to how they got hitched, they just wanted to be together. Mod had asked Tom to help him with a video shoot and while editing they'd begun to talk. It didn't take long before they were complaining about their respective boy problems, how their best friend was constantly whining about still just being engaged. For Dom it was sadness and worry over actresses trying to steal his man for arm candy and for Col it was self hatred for not doing right by his bitch but ultimately they found they faced the exact same problem. They needed better friends.

No, they realized neither cared how it happened, they just wanted the end result and it got the two from bitching to calculating to actually setting something up. Of course it would have to start with lots and lots of alcohol.

That's how Dom and Col found themselves three sheets to the wind and window shopping little white chapels under the painfully bright lights of the Strip. They were dressed to the nines though they barely remembered how they got that way and stumbling over themselves. Mod was attempting to be the designated decider and Tom was leading them, his back to the world as he snapped booze soaked memories for when they couldn't recall a thing later. They were all buzzing with excitement and worried at the pain they might cause other people but the wedded pair-to-be had been kidnapped and couldn't change a thing- yet another calculation. They both knew they'd thank their friends for it later. No matter what they said it was a personal experience and they didn't need anyone else watching.

"Daddy look!" The boy slurred, pointing one of his white latex covered fingers at the perfect chapel. It was hot pink and precious with a rock n roll vibe and there was an Elvis impersonator smoking a joint on the steps. It felt like a sign to his liquor addled mind and he jumped happily in his platform ivory creepers.

Col laughed and pulled his lover close, giving him yet another once over. The all white still made him smirk but it was the sluttiest wedding dress he'd ever seen. Honestly it's what he pictured strippers wearing at stag parties. Bone pale fishnet clung to his skin in a long sleeve top, barely covered by a ripped to shreds and safety pinned tee. The tutu was cute though, he had to admit and more than anything he just wanted to bend the punk over and see what panties he picked.

He was dressed much more relaxed but no less on point, a red suit to match his baby's hair and a white button up underneath, with his patent alabaster docs to finish it up. Dom had actually drooled when their friends took the blindfolds off, they'd meant to leave them on until they were in a church but they were both getting too frisky in the car and it was almost impossible to lead them around even with their vision working. "It's perfect doll." He sighed back, trying to pull his princess in for a kiss but his BFF stepped in and yanked the punk away.

"Shit guys, we're literally feet away. You can wait. Come on babe you can walk with me." The rocker tugged at Dom's shiny white palm and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He got them a few feet in front of the grumbling rapper and whispered- "You look beautiful. Thank you for taking care of him." The kid sniffled, holding back his emotions because he refused to mess up his makeup and while he didn't completely agree with the statement, he could admit they took care of each other. That's what it was all about though wasn't it?

The King impersonator choked on a toke when they stopped in front of him, his brows going high behind his glasses. "Holy sh- Mama!" The man caught himself halfway through cursing and tried to pull his facade back. Kells reached to shake his hand and steal his weed. "What can I do for y'all?"

Colson arched a brow as he took a deep drag, teasingly looking between the chapel and his bride. "Here to buy a car obviously. What do you think?" It wasn't his best sarcastic line, he was a little too drunk but the guy laughed nervously anyway which was good enough for him.

"Play nice luv, it's our wedding night." Dom pouted trying to curl himself around his daddy but Derek pulled him back, grumbling about needing child backpack leashes on them both.

"Oh, awesome!" The Elvis grinned, seemingly giving up on the act. "Come on, I'll give you guys the full package on the house!" He pulled his leather jacket up to reveal a sleeve of music themed tattoos. A few that made them realize he was probably acting so flustered because he was a fan and some that implied he was definitely batting for their team. "Seriously, I'll take care of you. You guys fucking rock! Can I just say..." He started nervously. "I totally called this from your first video!" Kells chuckled and his bride-to-be agreed.

"You're not giving my bitch the full package kid." Colson joked, giving the actor a wink when he blushed and Dom tried to swat him.

"Don't fuck 'is up. You give 'im a 'eart attack who's gonna marry us?"

"Then let's fucking go. Wanna fuck you already." Col whined back, the poor officiate was blushing so hot he was probably sweating. The neon above made him look cherry red.

"Charming. That's exactly wha' a bride wants to 'ear." Dominic rolled his eyes but honestly he was flattered, he always was. He loved how much his daddy needed him. After all, it was just as bad for him. Already he could feel his lace thong a mess of precum and he felt pussy wet as his very soon husband liked to say.

The impersonator led them inside and Mod kept them separate as best he could until they reached the main room and he dragged the rapper away. "Literally two seconds and you'll be back together. Fuck you guys, you're obsessed." He chuckled as the doors shut behind them and Dom was left with his best friend and the camera he hadn't put down.

"You look beautiful." The man smiled, lowering his hand and reaching to fix the singer's veil with the other. It was attached with a cute little tiara, marking him the princess Col called him all the time.

"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes misting and his heart racing in his chest. They didn't need to talk much, they knew each other better than that and Tom was one of the only people the punk could just be quiet with. "Fank you for 'is. Not sure we ever woulda figured it out." He huffed, fidgeting with his skirt.

"No shit." He thought he caught the man sigh but it was so quiet he let him grumble to himself and he laughed when his friend offered his arm. "Someone has to give you to the bastard. Might as well be me."

He could tell Tommy was more emotional than he was letting on, he always was. He was right though, it shouldn't be anyone else. "Course it would be you." Dom beamed. "You kept us together luv." It was true, he knew the photographer had been pulling their puppet strings almost since day one. Tom was the one who told him he had to do the collaboration, he told Colson to go to London when the singer wouldn't answer his phone, he texted the rapper to join them on tour when Dom was feeling too bad about everything, he helped them with their entire relationship really and without him they wouldn't even be in Vegas. "Ain't no one I'd rather 'ave wiv me."

They were so wrapped up in their moment they both startled when the music started up and the door opened. Right inside was a drag queen who looked like a pin-up model and she handed Dom a bouquet of black and red roses before disappearing again. Yeah, this was the perfect place for them. Jade eyes took in the room, four empty pews and a little stage at the front. It was small and kitschy, something akin to an old rock club mixed with a disco and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd let him shoot a video here someday but nothing else mattered when his gaze found his lover. Everything went quiet and he felt himself calmed. It felt like his whole life led to this.

Kells smiled when their eyes met, his fiancé was perfect and he just wanted to get this over with so he could get his boy back to bed where they belonged. Of course he wanted to be married but he didn't care about the showy part all that much, he just wanted to call his bitch his. Derek was next to him, playing an electric guitar he found somewhere and the Elvis was on his other side, still shaking like a leaf.

Dom knew he was supposed to step carefully and slow but he'd never been either of those things and he wasn't about to start. His arm linked with Tom's and his fist gripped the flowers tight and he stomped down the aisle the same way he entered Col's house all that time before. Tom huffed but was smiling so wide, for once his camera laid forgotten around his neck. He could take more pictures after, this he wanted to be present for, not live through a lense. The closer they got the better Dom felt and when he was finally at his partner's side he could only think of one thing to say. "'Ere's me Machine Gun."

Kells felt his eyes burn with unshed tears, fuck his baby knew exactly what would get him. The whole trip he'd been thinking over their relationship and remembering the story of how they'd met. It felt like it all started with that, 'Where's the Machine Gun?' and their night would end with Dom being his Mrs. But first Tom had to actually give the kid away. He held his hand out as the officiant stuttered through the script but he barely heard a word. Everything felt like a blur around him but that boy he loved so much.

"I do." Tom sniffled when asked who gave Dom away and with one last squeeze to his hand and a kiss to his cheek that Colson growled about he let his friend go and handed him over. "Always trusted you with him."

That made the rapper grin and he nodded his thanks but he couldn't take his eyes off his queen. He looked like sin in snow white taffeta and latex and he felt his cock jerk in his too tight crimson pants. Those raven painted lips mouthed 'I love you' but when he moved in for a kiss he was stopped by a flash from Tom's camera.

They were both calmer than they thought possible and unable to look anywhere else but somehow as drunk and needy as they felt they recited everything they were told. When the fan paused and asked if they had their own vows Dom blushed but nodded fast, of course tradition wasn't enough. They hadn't been conventional since the day they were born and they wouldn't start with something so important. For the first time that night the punk felt truly nervous. How could he sum up everything his lover meant to him?

His breath shook and he handed the impersonator his bouquet, curling both his palms in his fiancé's. "I didn't fink I'd ever learn 'ow to love. Wiv 'ow I grew up I fhought… I fhought I weren't worthy. I craved belonging so bad I started a bloody band." He laughed wetly, he couldn't stop the tears anymore. He just hoped his eyeliner held up. "I fink I were in love wiv yas from the moment we first met. You… you give me wha' no one else can. I feel complete wiv yas. You make me feel safe and loved and accepted and… fuck I barely know wha' to say tha' I don't tell ya all the time. You keep me sane. You… you 'elp me love me'self and when I can't do it you do. You the love of me life Colson. You every'fin."

Kells cleared his throat, fighting the lump that threatened to choke him. He didn't want to cry like a bitch but he didn't know if he could help it. His hands shook with pent up emotions and Dom squeezed him tighter, his pillow soft smile and heart eyed stare gave him strength. "I didn't have anything to live for before you stomped into my life and took up all the fucking space. No one shines as bright as you baby, nothing makes me feel as much. All this doesn't matter to me but I'd do anything to make you smile at me like you are right now. When shit gets tough you're what keeps me going. You inspire me every fucking day, and when I need it you kick my ass just right. You ground me when nothing else does and I just… you know I didn't have anything growing up and I thought I couldn't love right… that something was wrong inside me. You showed me my heart bitch. Without you I'm nothing and fuck I just… I just want to start our lives together and have a family with you. You're it babe, you're everything."

Dom didn't know how he made it through all of it without bawling but he stayed mostly composed until their friends produced two simple platinum bands. This whole night had obviously been carefully planned out down to his undergarments even and while maybe they both didn't think they understood love until each other, they knew they had been deeply loved for years. He took the larger one with trembling fingers, glad for the grip of the latex or it would be lost and he slid it carefully on his lover's hand, hearing the two most important words his man would ever say to him. "I do." When the question was turned on him and Colson was trying to work the glove off his hand he couldn't help but giggle.

Col almost growled when his boy slipped the latex between his teeth but he bit down on the fabric and held tight. His hand quivered as he took the ring and slipped it on his baby's finger, the first tear breaking free when his boyfriend repeated those words and he felt it like a brand on his soul. "I do."

They beamed at each other as Elvis finally exclaimed- "You may now kiss the bride." They even laughed at the cornily added "Huba huba, thank ya very much!" but Col was already scrambling to get the veil up and spit the glove out of his mouth. Dom went up on tiptoes as Colson bent down and when their lips met the universe went quiet and warm around them. They swore the world held its breath. They couldn't keep it chaste of course and Dom felt his daddy's touch ghost down his spine before his palms were groping hard at his bare ass and he was pulled flush against him. His lips parted on a gasp and their tongues explored, they knew every inch of each other but somehow it still felt new. Different but so much the same.

They broke apart panting and the four people present clapped, the poor Elvis seemed even more flustered than when they first met but he stuttered out- "May I present for the first time- Mr. And Mrs. Machine Gun?" His voice went up at the end like a question and Kells nodded. Dom giggled and swat playfully at his man's shoulder.

"I'll allow it for tonight but I don't know if I'm taking ya name luv." The boy rolled his eyes and yanked him down closer again. "Guess wha'?"

"What darling?" He hummed back, his voice a drawl as if just being around the actor made him take the accent on. He trailed kisses over the punk's cheek and held him close. He didn't think he'd let him go again all night. If ever.

"You me 'usband." His voice was almost a squeak he was so happy and with the revelation Col's heart skipped a beat. His palms tightened and he lifted as Dom hopped until strong thick thighs were wrapped around his waist.

"Shit you're right. Wife." He purred back, his gaze searching the chapel for somewhere they could hide away for a quickie.

"Mmm, 'usband say it again." Dom's breath hitched, his dick twitching in his too tight white lace thong.

He was so tempted to make a Borat joke but he could feel the bulge pressed against his belly and he was desperate not to ruin the mood. "Wife. Fuck need to find a place to hide for a few so I can make you a momma too." He teased with a wink.

"Guys! Hotel! We got you a fucking hotel not five minutes from here." Mod groaned, hooking his finger in the neck of Colson's jacket. "Tell the nice Elvis thank you and keep it in your pants for just a few more minutes please?"

They giggled together but did as they were told, both shaking hands with the impersonator and drag queen and they promised to tag them if they posted any pictures. It didn't take long but it still felt like eternity until the desert air was on them again and Tom was leading them down the Strip. "We'd ask if you wanted to party but…" Derek trailed off but they were barely paying attention to anything but each other. Colson truly didn't know how he was even walking straight with Dom almost grinding against him.

"Oh we'll party just not with you, no offense. Maybe breakfast?" He shrugged, his voice going thready when his husband started nibbling his ear. "Shit- brunch!" He corrected, his breath coming faster. He could make it though, he knew he could. They'd get to the hotel and spend their first night of wedded bliss buried deep in each other. He knew his words were probably a lie, they may not come out for days and they all knew it. No, it was the first night of the rest of their lives and they planned to spend it exactly as they always hoped to be, part of each other.

Author's Note/Tags: @triplexdoublex @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know and if there's anything you want to see between these boys just ask! My anons are always open but I never judge 🖤 This is my first pure story chapter and I meant to keep going but I thought it deserved it's own part. I hope it was still enjoyed and don't worry, the wedding night is still to come!

[bravenewwork]

I watched Shadow and Bone S2 for like 12 times now and I might have slowly descended into madness but I have some thoughts:

* I was kind of put off by how bad Jessie Mei Lis acting was in basically all of the scenes with the Darkling and many times with Mal as well especially in the later episodes BUT then I thought:

what if it's intentional?? Jessie is an amazing actress and overacting doesn't seem like her style. SO what if it is actually Alina who was acting?? I feel like she has outgrown her old self so much at this point. She likes her power, she actually wants more of it. And she still feels the powerful connection to the darkling (see how she literally lights up when he touches her - the spark is still there). But she is still so caught up in her righteous cause that she is not willing to admit it to herself. When she talks to the darkling I felt like she is trying to convince herself of her motives as much as Kirigan, but you can see that it's getting harder for her to keep up the pretense.

* the same actually goes for her realtionship with Mal. He is absolutely right, she has outgrown him and in the very near future he would just hold her back. I feel like they both now it, but also won't admit it. I found it so weird when she couldn't find Mal after the attack by Kirigan's shadow monsters at the engagement party and was hardly worried about him. She asked for him a couple of times but her priorities were clearly on her mission. In S1 she would have moved everything to find him, this time he was more of an afterthought. And when he finally showed up, she yelled at him because he interrupted her connection with Kirigan and didn't seem relieved at all. ALSO: to me it looked like it was super easy for her to kill him in the end. She hardly hesitated, didn't shed a tear and clearly cared more about his amplifying power than him. In S1 she gave up the stag to protect him, this time she seemed very ready to kill the alleged love of her life to gain the power to destroy the fold.

* about tolnej: At first I was like wtf but after rewatching I don't think that the glance from Tolya was something romantic. In the books he's apparently aro/ace, so I really hope that they don't change that.

My theory is: He is a heartrender, so he is able to pick up on changes in her body. He is already intrigued by her (see the hallucination scene, the fight with Neyar). I feel like he kept an eye on her.

In the boat scene, he reaches out his hand and she takes it. For her, this is an immediate and stark contrast to what just happened before with Kaz. This is the kind of support she wants, someone who is able to touch her and hold her (even if it's hard) I imagine she also feels some kind of relief that the situation with Kaz is finally coming to a conclusion (from her POV), since the feelings are now on the table and the ball is in his court. She's reclaimed her independence during the whole season (e.g. "what happens here is up to me", freeing the women instead of returning to Kaz, setting boundaries in her relationship with him) and boarding the ship highlights that.

She feels different, hopeful, stronger and more independant. And by touching her hand, I image that Tolya felt the change in her.

Sorry for the rant, I will now return to watching it one more time. I need help.

[notafuckingflower]

Asians in Porn

When we want to talk about the fetishization of Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders we need to discuss the portrayals of ourselves in porn. Our portrayals in media matter in how many of us are perceived as we interpret media as realistic portrayals of life. Leaving out porn in our discussion of representation in media would be a poor decision as porn websites get more traffic a month than many of the worlds most popular apps, like Tik Tok or Amazon. So how have Asians been portrayed in porn in the past and present?

Yellowface in Stag Pornography

According to The Museum of Sex, stag films were "[produced in the] early 1900s until the late 1960s" and "were predominantly short, black-and-white, and anonymously produced". In order to look at the historical portrayal of Asian Women in porn, we have to look at how Asians are portrayed and racialized in early stag films.

Celine Parreñas Shimizu discusses and analyzes Yellowface in stag pornography in her book "The Hypersexuality of Race" in Chapter Four "Racial Threat or Racial Treat? Preforming Yellowface". She finds in her viewings of stag pornography that the sexuality of Asian women is racialized in these films. As the actresses portraying the "Asian" women in this films are white, stereotypical, orientialist props are used to racialize the actresses. Kimonos, chopsticks, flowing robes, and specific hairstyles such as buns are stereotypically used to racialize the actresses.

"Making fun of Asians indicates the place of Asian women in the stag film. Their bodies are made into cultural objects for the viewers’ pleasure and/or ridicule. Their difference provides visual pleasure that comes from seeing objects from afar: exotic items previously unseen for they belong somewhere out there"

Genitalia also becomes a sight for racialization as closeup shots of penetration (also known as "money shots") serve to not just show the act of sex but also the differences in skin color, and sometimes even the anatomy of genitalia to differentiate race.

Many of these stag films end with messages of racial harmony, using sex to show the indifference between races. Yet these films depend on racial differences to drive the stories and arousal in their films. The sexuality of Asian women is exotic and fetishized in order to turn racial panic (Yellow Peril) in racial pleasure (Yellow Pleasure) to appeal to a white male gaze at the time. Through this analysis, we can see how the sexuality of Asian women has been purposely differed and stereotyped in order to appeal to sexual fantasies of the white male gaze.

"the stags offer a pornotopia that says that sex universalizes racial difference" "Race signals perversity. If the sex acts are equally the same, as the films ultimately argue, the marketing of racial difference seems to be contradicted. If Asian women do not ‘do’ sex differently, what’s the big deal? Race functions as a part of the narrative in the commodification of sex"

Portrayal in Porn Today

We can see how the exaggeration and usage of race to translate to sexual pleasure is presently used in porn. "Asian" is often its own category in porn and represents more of just Asians having sex. Porn including Asians is often racialized and stereotypical, as Asians continue to be portrayed as "doing sex differently". Asian women in particular continue to be portrayed as small, submissive, infantile, and exotic. Not only have these portrayals continued, but the popularity of Asian porn has skyrocketed.

According to PornHub Insights for 2023, we can see how Asian categories or "Asian-related" categories (categories associated with Asian and Asian produced media) have been extremely popular in porn search history and viewership. For me this not only reflects a growing interest in Asian porn but may also indicate the consumership of sterotypical and fetishizating behavior towards Asian women today.

[a-m-pyra]

Alex and Jacob were gay kids who, together with Lizzie, caused chaos in Oxford, kidnapped brides, threw great parties during boring banquets in 5x5 meter rooms and made spontaneous trips to London without a penny to their name, stealing alcohol from stag parties, and then they turned into a gay actress and opera singer, the mother of a traumatized teenager, and a serious, gay professor at Cambridge.

Oh, how these children grow up so fast

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[god-of-knk]

What do you call a deer in STEM?

An engideer.

https://www.tumblr.com/deer-a-day/763466607081193472/286-vampire-deer-doodle?source=share

- Deer pun anon

PFFFFFF- That was a good one!

Why was the actress scared of the deer?

She had stag fright!

[dreamsofalife]

☕

"I especially hate what the paparazzi did to Betty Short. She was only 24 when she was murdered. Twenty. Four. And the papers called her mother, lying to her that she'd won a beauty contest to get information about her life, only to then tell her that no, they'd lied to her and her daughter had been killed!

They dragged this poor woman through the mud for what? To teach people a lesson about moving to Hollywood? Elizabeth didn't even want to be an actress! She only ever wrote about going to a casting call because she didn't want her mom to worry about her. She wasn't a prostitute, she wasn't in stag films or working for the mob, she wasn't some femme fatale! She was a young lady who lost her fiance, who loved her sisters, and whose life was overshadowed by her awful death."

[newyorktheater]

The Gardens of Anuncia Review: The Anti Evita Musical

Graciela Daniele, a Broadway luminary for six decades, directs this lovely and peculiar musical written by her good friend Michael John LaChiusa, who uses Daniele’s life as the inspiration for a story about the family of strong women who nurtured her. “The Gardens of Anuncia” features a cast of golden-voiced actresses, but also a stag stand-up – by which I mean a deer (a hoofed mammal) who cracks…

[sharpvideo]

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