Star Trek The Next Generation scene. Pictured is "After hours Geordi La Forge." He's wearing a velvety cushy soft looking future space guy sweater and he's ready to chillax to the max. Also and always wearing his banana clip looking eye visor. Closed caption reads, "Maybe a little soft jazz."
Tim Burton, for not casting Caleb Hearon in the sequel.
And I never did. In this house we respect Otho.
I’ll just give it to you here and you can give it to anyone you want.
Extremely good guess but no. Still the greatest performance in film.
Winner winner chicken dinner.
Incorrect but sending nude anyway.
Nuh uh.
Nope
I feel a powerful second-hand embarrassment for adults that have action figures but I do have one that I will never part with. It’s from a Tim Burton movie and the first person to guess who it is will win one (1) nude from me.
Drew no! We can’t! Stop chanting! If you chant more we’ll HAVE to make it cheaper! No!
The last photo of Mikaeil Mirdoraghi, a third-grade student killed in the reported U.S./Israeli strike on a primary school in Minab, Iran.
He is waving goodbye to his mother.
Sony. Bony.
No, chinese bookie was the first, but im hooked
realizing my entire life has been cocking the gun and now I'm pulling the trigger on becoming The Guy Who is Just Getting Into Casavettes. I'm honestly sorry about it. The Lord is still workin on me.
Is there a more depressing bar/restaurant/club than the ones in The Killing of a Chinese Bookie? Can't stop thinking about it. Incredible movie, and every time we see the strip club I feel like someone is rubbing my essence with the bad side of the ScrubDaddy
Degrees Of Gray In Philipsburg You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was years ago. You walk these streets laid out by the insane, past hotels that didn't last, bars that did, the tortured try of local drivers to accelerate their lives. Only churches are kept up. The jail turned 70 this year. The only prisoner is always in, not knowing what he's done. The principal supporting business now is rage. Hatred of the various grays the mountain sends, hatred of the mill, The Silver Bill repeal, the best liked girls who leave each year for Butte. One good restaurant and bars can't wipe the boredom out. The 1907 boom, eight going silver mines, a dance floor built on springs— all memory resolves itself in gaze, in panoramic green you know the cattle eat or two stacks high above the town, two dead kilns, the huge mill in collapse for fifty years that won't fall finally down. Isn't this your life? That ancient kiss still burning out your eyes? Isn't this defeat so accurate, the church bell simply seems a pure announcement: ring and no one comes? Don't empty houses ring? Are magnesium and scorn sufficient to support a town, not just Philipsburg, but towns of towering blonds, good jazz and booze the world will never let you have until the town you came from dies inside? Say no to yourself. The old man, twenty when the jail was built, still laughs although his lips collapse. Someday soon, he says, I'll go to sleep and not wake up. You tell him no. You're talking to yourself. The car that brought you here still runs. The money you buy lunch with, no matter where it's mined, is silver and the girl who serves your food is slender and her red hair lights the wall.
pretty good one from Richard Hugo
Why doesn't Frieren simply create a relationship so beautiful in its earnest purity that the relentless erosion of time's passage cannot truly diminish what it was? Is she stupid?
So good.
At Noma, where they famously serve ants, our server told us they have to keep the ants all separated from each other in the prep area bc if they get into clan wars they’ll use up all their formic acid fighting, and taste like nothing
Trump puts a medal on a veteran
Benjamin Sisko would never yell at me (no reason to) but if he ever did I would cum a hole in the bulkhead so big everyone would die.
Right now I’m streaming some of my favorite short horror stories over on the @funcityventures.bsky.social patreon. Im talking Clive Barker, I’m talking Big Tom Ligotti, I’m talking the Prince of Horror himself Stephen King.
Join me….
if you SCARE.
Fuck yourself.
All of them witches
Please someone do it.
