funny games (2007)
Naomi Watts is everything. Her intense vulnerability as an actress turns even her most somber, anguished performances into a strange brand of sexual candy; her body of work is a Wonka factory-worth of the stuff, although my favorites are Mulholland Dr. and 21 Grams.
ignore the stupid ape movie and watch everything else she’s ever done.
(Also, she’s stayed hotter, longer, than anyone this side of Kate Beckinsale. I give bonus points for winning the battle with Father Time.)
If your man won’t force other women to eat your pussy at knife-point, what exactly is he doing for you?
I’m excited [about my award]. I like to call it ‘Vagina of the Year’ though. I don’t know why it cracks me up, I just think it’s funny to reduce myself down to a vagina sometimes.
Aftercare isn’t about kindness, love, and that sort of goopy shit. It’s not a chore or a to-do item on a checklist that you need to tick off in order to Do The Right Thing. I know that’s how the kink community likes to frame it, and hey, that framing may work for you… awesome. But if it doesn’t, there are other ways to look at it.
For me? Aftercare is a decompression chamber for your humanity. It’s a space where two people who have just done something really strange can spend a few minutes coming to terms with what that strangeness says about them.
People are turned off by destruction and putrification. They don’t want to admit it exists, and they try as hard as they can to hide it from their minds, even though it’s as natural as the sun rising.
But bad things exist. They exist for a reason. The fungus that feeds off the corpse is just as important as the corpse used to be.
I think you just called me an important fungus.
I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to reach an item on a high shelf.
“You’re making the Reaching Noise,” the other one noted.
I am all about the Reaching Noise.
The best part of this post is @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls watching Laguna Beach.
It’s right up there with the tit punching guy wearing a MLP shirt on the list of things that make me super happy.
Watch it, or you and I are so dunzo.
This actually reminds me of a conversation I had with Bows. She kept repeating something, and I told her to “stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.” She instantly dissolved into a fit of shocked, hysterical giggles, delighted by the reference. Like I’m Encino Man, and couldn’t have possibly been aware of anything that happened in the world since… well, since Encino Man.
🎤…Let the rain fall down, I’m comin’ cleeeeeeeean…
I want you to drown for me, I want you to burn. I want you to howl for me, as the screw starts to turn.
I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to grasp an item on a high shelf.
“You’re making the Reaching Noise,” the other one noted.
I am all about the Reaching Noise.
A language I wish I could speak: Probably Spanish because it comes up the most.
I started my blog about three or four years ago. The first one. I started it so I could have a place to post the shitty fanfiction I was writing at that time. Then I discovered that most of the smutty fanfiction community is teenagers and that skeezed me out a lot. So I looked for an adult sexy community. I found your L’s blog, and @storyofasub and @dasflutemk2 and @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls first. Then @tinydoll, you, @owlmansdead, @flashytitle, @sonorablue and so on. Before I knew it I was part of this community I guess.
I feel like one of the super-villains in your origin story.
