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just full of pure joy and whimsy
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(Splash was released in 1984 under Disney's more "adult" company Touchstone Pictures)
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BRITNEY SPEARS Photographed by Ellen von Unwerth (2003)
Britney for Entertainment Weekly (November 21, 2003)
AUTHOR! AUTHOR! (1982) | dir. Arthur Hiller.
AL PACINO as IVAN TRAVALIAN in AUTHOR! AUTHOR! (1982) | dir. Arthur Hiller.
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If you like Al Pacino or just a good story, you'll enjoy this book â€ïž
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Yo, guys, I got an email from some user stating I was reported for fraud. Turns out, after I looked it up, it was a SCAM, and they were trying to sell my account. I made a Discord account and everything after they told me this, but I didn't give out any personal information to this "Tumblr Support Guy" named Samuael York.
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To my understanding, 1970s Al Pacino.
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BAD BUNNY Super Bowl LX Halftime show ending speech | February 8, 2026.
I like your glasses...
Amy Sumner x David Sumner fanfiction Disclaimers: slightly suggestive near the end (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) Type: Fluff, Slice of Life Word Count: 933
"I like your glasses," Amy softly said, gently plucking David's glasses from his face.
She had been watching David consume himself in a thick-backed book about Mathematics all morning, burrowing his curved nose into each dog-earred page, furrowing his eyebrows in a serious manner that hinted at his concentration. Although she had tried to pull him away from his usual reading, he never seemed to budge, at most tiredly groaning at her playful insistence.
Resting in his arms, she coyly gazed up at him, admiring the subtle softness that still bled through the solemn exterior of David's face. Childishly, she crept her nimble fingers up David's left arm, grazing the round tips of her manicured nails along the taut, sun-kissed skin of David's bicep before tiptoeing across the freckled crest of his shoulder and sliding the pad of her index finger along the depression of his collarbone.
When she ran a delicate finger down the slope of his nose and gave the tip a light "boop", he finally lifted his gaze from his book, his dark brown eyes idly observing the smooth edges of Amy's cherubic face. With a deep sigh, he gave Amy one of his half-hearted smirks; the ones he gifted her when she had expertly pushed his buttons hard enough and he decided that she was worthy of his full attention.
"And why exactly do you like my glasses?" David knowingly muttered, lazily slumping further into his armchair.
Amy's lips slowly curled into a timid smile, her crystal blue eyes quickly averting from David's brown ones, her plump cheeks reddening from the sudden attention. It always happened this way: she would ask a question, poking and prodding at him; he would answer, and she would suddenly grow painfully shy like a child.
As if sensing her shyness, David firmly grasped the frayed ends of her lavender sweater and tugged her closer, practically forcing her to make eye contact with him. Amy squeaked and giggled, her petite frame sluggishly thrashing against David's solid yet lean build, her socked feet kiddishly kicking at David's clothed legs.
"Why do you like my glasses, hm?" David cheekily repeated, his half-hearted grin spreading into a cheekier smirk as he wrapped his arms tightly around Amy's waist.
Amy continued to thrash in David's hold like a sleepy kitty, her face blooming deep crimson as her squeals devolved into girlish chuckles and faint hiccups, salty tears brimming in her eyes.
She hated how much David was enjoying this.
She hated that prideful glint in his eyes, the one that made his brown eyes shimmer with mischief; the teasing arch in his brow, signaling his burgeoning pleasure in her visible distress; the sly grin spreading across his lips, mockingly glaring at her as if to say, "I'm not letting you go so easily".
But she loved it, and she hated herself for loving it. She hated herself for how she craved it, craved seeing him smile, seeing him with his head not crammed into a dusty old book, but rather, looking only at her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she basked in the attention, the playful scolding, the late-night discussions, the early-morning kisses; just the simple moments of joy that sprout from being together.
Gradually, Amy's constant thrashing waned as she settled in David's arms. Her lips slowly formed into an adorable pout, her once-tight fists relaxing against David's white undershirt, and her face nestling into the warm crevice of David's neck.
"Will you at least give me my glasses back?" David softly stroked the back of her head, leisurely running his fingers through her pin-straight, golden-blonde locks. His vision was blurry; he could barely see crap without them, even when he squinted hard enough.
"No." Amy nestled her face deeper into the crook of David's neck like a little bird seeking warmth; her words muffled.
David rolled his eyes lightly, his eyelids growing lax as if he were tired again. Unlatching his arms from Amy's slender waist, he inched his calloused fingers up the undersides of her abdomen, along the soft fabric of her lavender sweater, towards the sensitive nape of her neck, until his large hands cradled Amy's bronze cheeks as he gently turned her head towards his softened gaze.
"WhyâŠWhy won't you give me back my glasses?" David's expression turned more sober as his lips dropped into a slight frown.
A few strands of her downy, buttery hair fell across her face as she timidly gazed up at him with her doe-eyed stare.
"I just wanted you to look at me, really look at me." Amy nuzzled her cheek sweetly into the palm of David's right hand as her mouth formed into a lopsided grin.
David, seemingly amused by Amy's words, abruptly arose from his chair. Startled, Amy swiftly wrapped her arms around David's neck as he cradled her like a baby. With her wide-eyed gaze, Amy looked up at David with bewilderment.
"D-David! Where are you taking me!?"
David casually winked at her before he walked towards their bedroom. He had special plans for them.
"I'm taking you to a place where we can stare at each other all night." David lightly squeezed Amy's pale, thin thigh as he playfully adjusted her in his grip.
When Amy realized the suggestive undertone of David's words, she kicked and swatted at him like a feisty kitten, babbling about how he was a nasty, old pervert. But she knew she didn't mean it, and so did David.
They knew they loved each other and always would. So, they went off to bed.
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I posted a fanfic I wrote on my second blog, wondering if any of my mutals are interested in reading it.
I appreciate constructive criticism àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(âąáŽâą)
does anyone get it
âStraw Dogsâ 1971
-long have I waited to see this film on the big screen and it did not disappoint. A visceral and powerful experience and a film that burns your brain with its utter grey wave of morality
-dustin hoffman is always a little awkward, and this bit of casting is perfect for his persona; that of a bookshy, conflict avoiding milquetoast who finally snaps and reluctantly but firmly unleashes violence
-its fascinating to me how violent the film(when it finally gets there) is in a almost threadbare way -this may speak to the way violence was show even a decade later via the 80âs action heroes. But while those are fun, this film is unsettling, there is no real happiness in the conflict or the toll it takes on the participants
-similarly, the unforced way the infamous rape happens is way more horrifying and stomach churning than the very very tired, underscored, all caps, presentation of sexual assault shows like âgame of thronesâ uses ad nauseam + I hesitate to say there is a âcorrectâ or âbetterâ way to show something as awful as rape, but this feels way way less like a stunt or time filler, and an actual event that anyone who sees it would never want to recreate or witness again
-there is a great deal of contrasting opinion of this scene, in particular how the woman stops forcibly resisting and appears to be more soft spirited, even kissing her first assailant - to me, itâs clear she is trying to confuse him, after pleas to decency and physical resistance are overpowered. Her even greater horror at being raped twice shows how much she absolutely hated it and was devastated by it. Plus the mental breakdown she has later in the film
-what adds to the strangeness is how we never see her telling her husband that it happened (on camera at least). But maybe this isnât so strange; she has had a often combative attitude towards him, he appears insensitive to her, and even to someone sympathetic it is a hard thing to confide in someone -I still very much feel the film is saying it is wrong and a total abuse of power, but refused to spell it out for the audience, and, oh boy, do some people hate having a thing not explicitly said
-further adding to to the grey is that young girl who uses flirting like a tool of power, willfully attracts a disturbed man (this to me is also ambiguous-is he drawn to adolescent girls or merely mentally disabled? The film is coy on this, but I think the former), the man is run over by the main character, and the hero feels it is his duty to protect this helpless man from the blood thirsty mob. There is a few shades of everyone being totally right and totally wrong at the same time, but the instinct to violence blurs these lines even further, erupting in violence -I can only add my opinion, that the mob is never right, especially when it comes to violence, even more so against a defenseless person. Even if he was a total scumbag child killer, I just donât believe any group has the right to take a life, on the spot or not
-as you can see, this film has quite a web of emotions and fractured complications to it
-aided not only by the story, but by director Sam Peckinpahâs unnerving eye and framing; despite the very blurred lines, he directs our attention masterfully
-Peckinpahâs choice of pacing the film, with the locals leering at the wife, the killing of the cat, the husband unwilling to directly confront them, and the sudden blackboard alliance of the wife taunting the husband (his failure to go through with his catching them off guard) is masterful
-the part with the bear trap is one of the most horrifying things I have seen +and, again; it doesnât even linger on the event, its almost casual indifference to it makes or even more shocking
-frankly, I do not think this is a film you can make your mind up on just one viewing +but I note this initial reaction in me, because same or changed, the emotions the most raw cannot be ignored
-itâs interesting how much of the initial building blocks of the conflict are over cursory, ever day actions (imagine going to battle over the preferred use of the spoon for food); being a foreigner and preferring exported goods, buying a round for everyone but not sticking around to partake(to them making the gift seem like ashes), and getting in the way of a man enjoying his relaxing actives (on his off time?) +Iâm not sure I would call this microaggressions but the villagers definitely donât act with honor or dignity. Is this the carnivore outcome of different social graces?
-if I had to gander a pov from this film, it is that all humans are relentlessly predator, prone to error, and are territorial about it. Not in a false equivalence way, but that we are tribal, and we really hate it when outsiders make the same mistakes our fellow members do.
-Iâm kinda struck by how much a chickenshit the husband character (hoffmanâs part) is. He keeps pushing back his line in the sand till his sweaty back is buried in the wall +hard to imagine a modern film (or classic Hollywood film) with so generally spineless a character
-in a way, I disagree with Hoffman; his character, lack and nerve et all, would marry exactly the naive child his wife is
-I like the little verbal spat the husband has with the reverend (science and religion butting heads again) +that says, Hoffmanâs characterâs exact social position is unimportant. Itâs more that he uses his brains primarily, and that upsets the working people of the village
-the scene in the church, with the brutish locals, their loud children (endlessly blowing those party horns) and the flashes backs to the rape while the priest talks, is one of the most quietly abrasive scenes I have seen in any film
-seriously, this film is incredible. Not easily forgotten, and not one to miss