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  • evocationsofnoir
    20.09.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Ralph Meeker as Mike Hammer in Kiss Me Deadly (Robert Aldrich, 1955)

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  • awesomefridayca
    20.09.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Review: 'Midnight Mass' is another excellent horror story from Mike Flanagan and one of the best series of the year

    Review: '#MidnightMass' is another excellent horror story from @flanaganfilm and one of the best series of the year

    There’s something familiar about Crocket Island, both for myself and the average viewer. For the latter, it is that indelible image of the small American town, the tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone, and everyone puts up with everyone else’s idiosyncrasies because of that feeling of community. For the former, for me, it reminds me of home. I grew up in a small town on an island in…

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  • captain-ed-tucker
    19.09.2021 - 1 day ago
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  • callme--starchild
    18.09.2021 - 3 days ago


    Title: sometimes we have to get lost in order to meet us again Fandom: High School Musical: The Musical: The Series Prompt: Leave Me Alone Character(s): Ricky Bowen Warnings: Bad Parenting, Gender Dysphoria, Gender Stereotypes and Misgendering (both accidental and not) Summary: R. always knew there was something about them that makes them different from the rest. But they could never indulge in it until now: "I don't feel like a girl," they breathed out all at once, and it was as if Atlas was taking the world off their shoulders.

    AO3 link

    #bad things happen bingo #prompt: leave me alone #el's fanfiction#hsmtmts#pre-canon #trans ricky bowen #ricky bowen#mike bowen#lynne bowen#carol salazar-roberts#dana salazar-roberts #nini salazar roberts #bad parenting tw #gender dysphoria tw #gender stereotypes tw #misgendering tw
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  • odinsson2021
    16.09.2021 - 4 days ago


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  • streamondemand
    16.09.2021 - 4 days ago

    'School of Rock' on Netflix and Paramount+

    ‘School of Rock’ on Netflix and Paramount+

    “God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen.” In School of Rock (2003), the manic Jack Black applies his rubber legs, dancing eyes, and devious grin to the role of Dewey, a narcissistic rock god wannabe who poses as a substitute teacher and turns a class of…

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  • hippatize
    15.09.2021 - 5 days ago

    meme moments

    #law and order criminal intent #robert goren#alexandra eames#mike logan #law and order: ci #I’m literally only here to make silly little pictures
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  • mymindlostmefan
    13.09.2021 - 1 week ago

    Suicidal Tendency 1988 How Will I Laugh Tomorrow...

    released 13.09.1988

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  • nickmikeoneshot
    12.09.2021 - 1 week ago
    #the deer hunter #il cacciatore #robert de niro #de niro#christopher walken#michael vronsky #nikanor nick chevotarevich #mikey and nicky #mike / nick #nick and mike
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  • lietolulu
    11.09.2021 - 1 week ago

    for some reason that i don’t know how to explain i really wanna be hurt as much as alice ayres/jane jones were in closer (2004) i wanna be hurt and i wanna feel all those mixed emotions i wanna cry that fucking hard i wanna feel that pain and maybe, when i feel that, i finally feel alive again

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  • nickmikeoneshot
    11.09.2021 - 1 week ago
    #the deer hunter #il cacciatore#michael cimino#de niro #robert de niro #christopher walken #mikey and nicky #mike nick#michael vronsky #nikanor nick chevotarevich #nick#mike#one shot #un colpo solo #your guardian angel #the red jumpsuit apparatus
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  • su-art-n-stuff
    06.09.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    "Aromantic" (a song) - FonzaRelli


    [Spoken: Aromantic

    An aromantic is a person who experiences little to no romantic attraction to others, where romantic people have an emotional need to be with another person in a romantic relationship, aromantics are often satisfied with friendships and other non-romantic relationships]

    You're aromantic, you take no action

    To find romance, 'cause you ain't got attraction

    While couples are everywhere fillin' you with anguish

    And relationship talk is like a foreign language

    The concept of monogamy is great

    It's to you like steak on vegetarians' plates

    You don't crave it, 'cause romance don't make sense

    There's other kinds of love for family and friends

    They say marriage is how to live life great?

    It must be... just look at the divorce rate

    You don't need a spouse 'cause other people do

    If it grosses you out, live your life for you

    It'll be easy if the world wasn't force feeding ya

    Love and sex all over mainstream media

    They got an addiction that cokeheads suffer

    You don't... since you are your own best lover

    Couples are everywhere

    You're pullin' your hair

    That's because you're aromantic

    Monogamy and flings?

    You do other things

    That's because you're aromantic

    Loneliness don't exist

    If you were never kissed

    So what?

    You're aromantic

    You'll find somebody quick

    But it'll make you sick

    That's 'cause you're aromantic

    If romance was made mandatory by you dumb fools

    I'd have to follow a ton of complex rules

    Ask a girl out on a date, then another

    Take her to meet my mother, if I HAD a mother

    Then we'll just say we're boy and girlfriend

    For months, even years, thinkin' it won't end

    When it does, my heart feels cut by a claw

    Ain't all that confusin'... it's not the law

    If it was, you're sayin' everyone that I have

    Like family and friends who will never backstab

    Aren't as important as somethin' with a risk

    Of heartbreak, cheatin', and divorce on the list?

    Plus jealousy, money wastin', ain't that enough?

    That's what I WON'T get with other people I love

    It's sickenin' if you'll enforce that shit

    On others... who don't want it the least bit

    Couples are everywhere

    You're pullin' your hair

    That's because you're aromantic

    Monogamy and flings?

    You do other things

    That's because you're aromantic

    Loneliness don't exist

    If you were never kissed

    So what?

    You're aromantic

    You'll find somebody quick

    But it'll make you sick

    That's 'cause you're aromantic

    Bein' in a relationship scares you to death

    It's also gross suckin' on somebody's breath

    You gotta pretend to like kissin' on the lips

    Or gettin' laid, or bein' touched on the hips

    I'll bet fakin' your real self is hard

    You ain't gotta fake shit, be who you are

    They got a problem if all that you wish

    For is a queerplatonic zucchini or a squish

    Then they find it weird till they'll just say

    "You'll never know, you'll find somebody someday"

    It ain't a requirement, you're open to tryin' it

    But you got other love that fits your brain wirin'

    They SHOULD say, "There's other love you can find

    And romantic love ain't the only kind"

    You ain't broken like a rusty wheelbarrow

    It's just that cupid arrows never hit an "aro"

    Couples are everywhere

    You're pullin' your hair

    That's because you're aromantic

    Monogamy and flings?

    You do other things

    That's because you're aromantic

    Loneliness don't exist

    If you were never kissed

    So what?

    You're aromantic

    #art#music#aro music #aromantic (a song) #Mike Fonzarelli Roberts #out of date aro flag #Youtube
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  • rainingmusic
    05.09.2021 - 2 weeks ago
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  • krispyweiss
    03.09.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    King Crimson with the Zappa Band at Rose Music Center at the Heights, Huber Heights, Ohio, Sept. 2, 2021

    If, as Robert Fripp likes to say, music is our friend, then King Crimson’s music is the kind of friend who bashes you over the head, punches you in the face and stomps on your feet before walking away and leaving you wanting more.

    The seven-piece Crimson took the stage as night fell over a two-thirds-full Rose Music Center Sept. 2 and started the bashing with “Drumzilla.” As Mel Collins (woodwinds), Tony Levin (bass, Chapman Stick), Jakko Jakszyk (guitar, vocals) and one-man brain trust Fripp (guitar, keyboards) looked over from on-high riser, drummers Pat Mastelotto, Jeremy Stacey and Gavin Harrison got to work.

    Each welded four sticks - two per hand - and from their stage-front positions, made clear Crimson ’21 was going to be noisy. It was a refrain revisited often during the mammoth, two-hour performance whether during “Drumzilla,” the back portion of “The Court of the Crimson King” or on “Indiscipline,” when the trio passed rolls, fills and other percussive trickery across their kits as if they’d merged into one under Levin’s throbbing Chapman.

    Fifteen months after the pandemic-delayed concert was originally scheduled, the Kings were all business. No banter. Playing under white lights that turned Crimson only during the set-closing “Starless” with the back four in white shirts and black ties and the drummers in black.

    No distractions.

    Just music.

    And music, as Frank Zappa said, is the best.

    It started two minutes before 7 p.m. when the Zappa Band - singer/guitarist Ray White, singer/keyboardist/saxophonist Robert Martin, bassist Scott Thunes, guitarist/keyboardist Mike Keneally, guitarist Jamie Kime and drummer Joe Travers - took the stage for 50 minutes of Frank.

    Like Fripp’s compositions, Zappa’s are open-ended and ripe for interpretation. This infused tracks such as “Zomby Woof,” “Peaches en Regalia,” “What’s New in Baltimore?,” “Florentine Pogen,” “Andy” and others with more the feeling of a symphony playing Beethoven than a rock band playing covers.

    And though the guitar work was somewhat lacking, White and Martin’s familiar vocals lent an extra air of credibility, leading to a rare opening-act standing ovation.

    Crimson earned several from a hard-listening audience that erupted during tricky passages in “Epitaph” and “Larks Tongues in Aspic, Part IV” and was mostly quiet as Jakszyk sung a tender “Islands” accompanied by Fripp and Stacey’s keys and during Levin’s solo spot, “Tony’s Cadenza.”

    Exactly 120 minutes after they began, King Crimson wrapped the staggering (and prescient) hard rock of “21st Century Schizoid Man” and, after soaking in the applause and taking some photos of the audience, they were gone.

    But they left a lot of battered - and happily so - friends in their wake.

    Grade card: King Crimson with the Zappa Band at the Rose Music Center - 9/2/21 - A/B


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  • stuckysdumbbitch
    03.09.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    love and lost

    Summary: You’ve always been daddy’s good girl, praised and cherished. Then why did he left you with the mean old man?

    warnings: 18+ content, prostitution, human trafficking, noncon, dubcon, smut, glory hole, purely unethical practices, drugging, force regression, manipulation, pain kink, little!naive reader being taken advantage of, blood, gay sex, painful sex, crying, abandonment, whipping, and more (detailed in each chapter)

    pairings: a shit ton of Sebastian Stan characters, Chris Evans characters x a little! reader

    Ransom’s thigh was warm, but not cushy enough for you to fall asleep in your drugged state. The man in front of you, with long wavy hair and glasses, couldn’t stop his gaze from coming to look down at you, kneeled between your Daddy’s thick thighs. You were too immersed at the deer head on the wall to listen at what they were talking. You caught some things; his name was Robert and they were bargaining something.

    “Unusual to bring me a virgin,” He declared, taking another sip of his scotch. “You always fuck them before you bring them.”

    Ransom rolled his eyes, even though Mr Freezy wasn’t wrong.

    “I fucked that pretty mouth, that I’m sure of.” He contradicted, as if his masculinity was to question. Robert shifted, his cock straining against his pants at the idea of her plump lips around something. “I’m not offering a test ride, you either hand the money or I’ll go to Blackwood’s.”

    Robert groaned, looking intensely at you as if he was deciding if you were worth it.

    “She’ll look awfully pretty with the puppy, you think?” He finally sighed, and you perked your at the mention of a dog.

    “Puppy?”you gleefully asked the man, eyes slightly lidded. He smiled at you, baring his razor sharp, white teeth. Ransom’s fingers intertwined through your locks, scratching your head encouragingly.

    “Yes baby, you gonna get a puppy to play with.” He grinned, mostly because of the huge amount of money he knew was getting his way. His eyes twinkled as he faced Robert. “What about a glory hole?”

    You whimpered when Ransom stood up, took a black briefcase Robert handed him, and started walking out the door. You got on your knees to follow him, but as the door slammed shut, two big hands wrapped around your waist. You squealed as cigarettes and alcohol wafted over you, big arms pressing you against a solid chest.

    “Hi little kitty,” Robert whispered in your ear, making you recoil as he pressed the hot muscle of his tongue against your cheek. “Just have to check something.”

    His hairy hands slid over your bare thighs, underneath your short skirt and under your white lacy underwear. His hand ran down the smooth side, fingers parting through curls effortlessly until he found your slit. Dry, as he suspected.

    You squirmed when his calloused fingers looked for your opening, the other hand keeping your legs apart. He prodded your entrance slowly until he found the barrier, then retreated his hand to place it on your thigh. He verified what he needed.

    “Where’s Ran?” you questioned, confused at what the man has just done. Robert didn’t answer, just ignored you as he deftly undid your skirt. “Mr, where’s my daddy?”

    Growing irritated, Robert retreated a ball gag from his desk, shuffling it inside your mouth before you could ask “Mr? what is that?”.

    You wiggled when you felt him tear at your clothes carelessly, the gag digging into the sides of your mouth. You started to fret, screaming for your Ran at the top of your lungs, legs flailing frantically.

    “Fucking bitch,” he groaned,

    He dragged you to the hall by your hair, now naked. The rich red carpet burned your bottom, and through tears, you saw him.

    His tan coat and expensive scarf, slicked back hair and broad shoulders that gave you comfort. He had turned around at your cries, going to the other side of the long hall. Time seemed to freeze as you dug your nails into Robert’s arm, trying to stab your heel against the floor so you could free yourself and run towards him.

    His emotionless face shifted, lips curling into a playful smile as his hand reached over to wave at you.

    You continued to fight, but the intension just wasn’t there anymore. Robert managed to pull you into a dark room, with a flickering lightbulb enlightening the weird figure of the room. A young boy was there, and also wasn’t. His lower torso seemed to disappear into a hole in the wall, and his cheek was pressed against a metal surface. He instantly looked at the floor, as if he was fidgeting with his tied hands. Robert slapped you, getting you slightly dizzy so he could easily maneuver your body into the hole next to the boy. He secured your wrists, making you winced at the harshness.

    “Behave.”He ordered before standing up and leaving. It wasn’t quick before you de my his hands, now unmistakable, pry your legs open on the other room and secure them to the side.

    The tears were hot against your skin, your thumping heart beating against the cool metal as you jumped at every drift of air that passed through your lower region.

    “It’s not really that bad,” the boy next to you spoke, voice tinged with awkwardness. His glasses sat uncomfortable on his face due to the fact that he had to constantly lay his face to the side or suffocate. “They are usually done before you know it.”

    You frowned, confused about what he was talking about.

    “The men,” he explained. “I’m Justin, not the best place to meet huh?”

    Before you could even begin to comprehend what he meant, you heard the steps coming from the other room. Three pairs now.

    “And we got something special here,” Robert chanted, his hand slapping against the flesh of your ass. You cried beneath the gag. “A virgin!”

    “You can have her Buck,” a new york accent drawls, and you hear more footsteps. “I wanna get a piece of my favorite boy.”

    You hear Justin whimper, face scrunching up in disgust, or fear, or pain.

    “She’s a bit more expensive than the fat bitch,” Robert explained, caressing your folds to pull them apart. “But look at that, still has a hymen, and you know how virgins are, so easy to get wet.”

    A few moments of silence before you heard a chuckle.

    “I’ll take her.” A third voice answers, and a pair of contrary hands are placed in your ass cheeks, one hot and the other cold.

    “Pleasure making arrangements with you gentlemen,” Pronge laughs, almost manically, and then his steps are out of sight-well, hearing?

    You feel the hands wander down your slit to cup your pussy, and you jolt. You remembered the time Ransom caught you touching yourself there, and spanked you raw. When his cold metallic hand reached to rub your nub, you shuddered. His ministration had made you slick, and you sniffled at the weird sensation. You heard a zipper go down, and as you didn’t expect anything, you turnt to see Justin.

    His cheeks were flushed and he rocked harshly forward. His little squeals had his tongue hanging, eyes bulging underneath his glasses.

    Until something big and thick slaps against your clit and you mewl against the red cherry ball. It’s slowly pushes in, pulling your walls apart until you realize the pleasure had subsided and it’s started to hurt. You were sloppy, but the stretch was deliriously burning you. Again, you began to squirm, but the two hands pressed against your hips to pull you even closer.

    “Fuck,” the voice curses “For sure she’s a virgin.”

    It seemed it would never stop, never reach its limit. He pushed through your barrier and you tensed, walls throbbing. You wanted Ransom, needed to have him coo away the pain and tell you you were his brave, pretty girl.

    You felt a hip press against your ass and two balls slap your clit. For a second, the pain ceases, and then your face slammed against the metal.

    Ransom was holding you in his arms, pressing wet kisses against your skin as he caged you to the bed. His chest was cold against yours, as if lowering the temperature you were suffering from. His thrusts, deep and short, were hammering into your sore pussy. His arms slid over your back, pulling you even closer as he murmured sweet nothings into your waiting ears. You felt a knot building up in your core, delicious from the friction, but you wanted more. Until it snapped, and you gushed all over him. The duvet was so soft, like clouds…

    You felt hairs tickling your face, itching you awake. The second you regained consciousness, you realized how similar Robert was to Ransom. His hands felt similar too, as Robert untied you from the contraption. He picked you up slowly, and the movement made you sense the pain that fulfilled your weak body. A warm liquid spilled down the middle of your thighs, and an ache settles on your lower back. You unconsciously nuzzle into Robert’s chest, his long strides lulling you to sleep.

    You don’t recognize the room you are in, with red silk beds and dark furniture. All you could find faintly familiar was the boy from before, Justin, wiping his legs.

    You are laid in the bed and a bottle of water is pushed into your lips. Drowsy eyes stare up at the man, drinking it gratefully.

    “You did so well,” Robert told you, cleaning down the fluids you didn’t dare to look at with a warm rag. “Everyone wanted to fuck the pretty little virgin,”

    You felt tears prickle your eyes and roll down the sides of your face at this, a hand involuntary going down to cup your sore pussy.

    “My little girl,” Robert cooed with fake sympathy. “You just need to behave in the future, and you won’t get out there again. Okey pretty baby?”

    You nodded, and he observed the way your lips wrapped around the bottle as if it was a nib. Soft, pink lips.

    “What do you mean?”Justin pondered, as he tried to get up without faltering. “I have to do Glory holes every Friday, and she doesn’t?”

    By the glare on Pronge’s face and the way he stood up and made his way to him, you understood how much Justin he just fucked up. He puffed out his chest, craning his neck to look at the older man, and a slap forced him onto the bed. Justin clutched his cheek, glasses had flown away. A veiny hand wrapped around his neck pushing him flush to the bed.

    “What’s up little faggot? you get a lady close and suddenly you try to toughen up?” He sneered, his spit splashing against Justin’s cheek. His face went red, either from the lack of air or humiliation, but Pronge loved it. “Acting like you don’t get cocks up your ass every hour, fucking whore.”

    He let him go roughly, straightening over him to smile at you, innocently and clumsily. Justin sobs, and you try your best to maintain eye contact with Robert.

    “This is the puppy, pretty girl.” He explains, bending over to kiss your forehead. “Your buddy, only if he behaves.”

    He left shortly after you were tucked into bed, locking the door behind him. Justin doesn’t want to talk, he faces away from you as he falls asleep. Under the dim moonlight you can slightly make out the angry red marks on his back. You fall asleep thinking of Ransom, hoping he will pick you up tomorrow from this horrible punishment. You can’t really remember what you did wrong, but you know your Daddy won’t leave you here.

    #dark fic #dark!stucky x reader #dark!lee bodecker #dark!bucky barnes #dark! stucky #dark!steve rogers #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge#mr freezy #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw#smut #dark!ransom drysdale #dark!andy barber #dark!mike weiss #dark!johnny storm #dark!lance tucker #sebastian stan#chris evans
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  • theoscarsproject
    02.09.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    Smokey and the Bandit (1977). The Bandit is hired on to run a tractor-trailer full of beer over state lines, in hot pursuit by a pesky sheriff.

    This movie is way more fun than it has any right to be – a caper across the deep south with Burt Reynolds at his most, well, Burt Reynolds, haha. He and Sally FIeld are a bit of a delight together, and the 'fuck the police' energy just feels way more topical than it should be. It's not perfect, and not particular deep, but it's pretty hard not to get onboard. 7/10.

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