i really love the hot minute before ned checks his email and the suffering begins. his collar is popped, his ear is out, his whiskers are only where he wants them to be, he has no idea how many unread items there are, he hasn’t even been asked to violate any articles or thought about his impending doom once today. he’s going to go listen to that chinese sniper story and he’s going to like it.
so many of you should be watching dog day afternoon instead of whatever is that you’re doing on here
the x files is funny because at the time it was “progressive” or whatever to have the ultra-rational, levelheaded character be a woman
but it’s also a show where all the fucked up alien shit actually is real, so she’s just constantly wrong about everything
What’s funny is how often they’re both wrong. Mulder will be like “the victims all had their livers scooped clean out this is obviously the aliens escalating from cattle mutilation” and Scully will be like “don’t be silly Mulder this is clearly just a serial killer who’s really good with surgical tools” and then it turns out the actual killer is an immortal sewer man who comes out ever quarterly century to feast on human liver.
I cannot stress enough that this is literally the plot of an actual episode
I am absolutely constantly thinking about this. I even have this on my phone to reference any time I get to bring it up.
I will say the terror is great bc all of these actors have whatever the opposite of Instagram face is. Adam Nagaitis has a face that knows cholera
SUCCESSION ▸ 4.09 church and state
The Wolves, oil on board. — E. T. Merrill (American, 20th Century)
whenever i mess up cooking eggs the edwardian dandy who follows me around looking over my shoulder says "poor show, old boy!" and shakes his head sympathetically
augustin jordan twirling his hair after playing russian roulette thesis statement
BEAR CAMS GO LIVE IN 48 HOURS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL
🚨 ‼️🚨 WE 🚨 REPEAT 🚨 THIS 🚨 IS 🚨 NOT 🚨 A 🚨 DRILL🚨‼️🚨
[“A basic premise of straight culture is the idea that gendered bodies, especially women’s bodies, require purification and modification to be desirable—shaving, perfuming, toning, refining, shrinking, enlarging, and antiaging. But in queer spaces, it is often precisely the hairy, sweaty, dirty, smelly, or unkempt gendered body that is most beloved. I recall the first time I entered a gay men’s sex shop, in the 1990s in the Castro district of San Francisco, and encountered a barrel full of lightly stained and dingy-looking “used jock straps” for sale. It was my introduction to the fact that there were people in the world who desired men’s bodies so much that they wanted deep, intimate, and seemingly unconditional contact with them—even and especially the parts of men’s bodies that straight women seemed to want to avoid.
Most straight women I knew, no doubt due to their socialization as girls and women, appreciated men’s bodies for their sexual functionality but not as a site of objectification that they were excited to dive into and explore—to smell, taste, or penetrate. Similarly, I have been to dozens of dyke strip shows, burlesque shows, drag-king shows, and sex shows in which women’s armpit hair and leg hair and facial hair or their body fat or their genderqueer bodies have been precisely the objects of the audience’s collective lust. Fat bodies and hairy bodies are also staples of queer dyke porn, not relegated to a fetish category. In other words, queer desire is marked by a lustful appreciation for even those parts of men’s and women’s bodies that have been degraded by straight culture. Like a food adventurer who delights in those parts of the animal or plant deemed undesirable by the narrowing of mainstream tastes, queer people’s desire for the full animal has been less constrained. Recognizing this suggests that gay men may have a deeper or more comprehensive appreciation for men’s bodies than do straight women, just as lesbians’ lust for women is arguably more expansive and forgiving than straight men’s. But most importantly, because queer circuits of desire do not rely on the erotic encounter of “opposites” embedded in a broader culture of gendered acrimony and alienation, queer lust need not reconcile a conflict between wanting to fuck and generally disliking one’s fuckable population.”]
Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality
— “Face it, Larry, we’re both bullshitters. But my camera isn’t. It doesn’t know how to lie. It only shows you what’s put right in front of it.”
Leigh Whannell as Adam Saw (2004) dir. James Wan
