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My sermons bring the house down, even if I do say so myself.

#look how cuuuuute. #he and Tony regbo can have a little rectory romance I think #as a treat #Liam garrigan

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I’m just going to throw this into the Liam tag for all of the Belgravia girlies out there.

#Liam garrigan #land girls #he and the cute vicar should have a good old forbidden smooch is all I’m saying

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Liam Garrigan as Fletcher || Belgravia: The Next Chapter 1.06 (but just the gay on gay violence)

#murder jop! murder jop! #get his ass! #I have not seen any of this yet but I am trying strictly for the gay sauna scene #liam garrigan

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Image source: Josh Mayfield

#free palestine

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Willem Dafoe in The Loveless (1981)

#baby #willem dafoe #the loveless

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thinking about it again (saturday night at sea by george cruikshank)

#fuck yeah

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my father was a tailor. in leeds. as was his father. and his father’s father. time was, if a man on the avendale road asked where he could find the finest clothes in northern england, he was pointed towards the shop of a man named rackham. THEN: the men who sell wool decided they would rather not compete with the men who sell cotton. and as the men who sell wool have the ears of the men who make laws, an embargo is enacted to increase profits. and calico disappears. and my father’s business - that he inherited from his father… and his father’s father - begins to wither and die. and my father suffers the compound shame of financial failure seen by the eyes of his son, and descended into drink. i’d sit beside him as a boy at the sunday services as he shouted at the pastor. at the altar. at anyone who would listen, really, about the injustice of it all. and i’d put his arm over my shoulder as the insults began, and i’d carry him out of the church GOD THE INSULTS. at his funeral, our neighbors were kind enough to whisper them instead of call them out loud. SO. i set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away; i was thirteen years old, but i was determined! until a man arrived at my door claiming to hold debts belonging to my father, debts accumulated as my father drank, debts he claimed that now belonged to me, debts i could not possibly have hoped to repay. debts over which that man would have seen me imprisoned… imprisoned in a place where the debts would only have been discharged through hard labor. hard labor at no wages, working at - wait for it - the production. of textiles. “you people. incapable of accepting the world as it is.” says the man to whom the world handed everything. if no anne, if no rescue, if this is defeat for me, then know this: you and i were neck-in-neck in this race, right til the end. BUT JESUS DID I MAKE UP A LOT OF GROUND TO CATCH YOU.

#absolute beast of a monologue #black sails

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IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA (2005 - ) but it’s just the memes

#iasip

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One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

#word

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Downloaded new brushes and had to try them on some cold boys (and girls)

#edward little #silna #solomon tozer

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help lmao

#LOUNGED ABOUT IN A WHORISH MANNER #IM….. #david duchovny #the x files

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Liam Garrigan in Belgravia: The Next Chapter

#look at him in his slutty shirtsleeves #i need him carnally #liam garrigan

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#oh nooooo #edward little #hot take but shiny clean edward is also a very good look

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Descent, Josh Keyes

#art

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The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrate. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

#sucker punch to the solar plexus

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Nymphaeum of Punta Epitaffio

The submerged remains of Emperor Claudius's Nymphaeum was discovered intact at the foot of Epitaffio Point. It is a rectangular building headed with an apse and is decorated with a series of sculptures reconstructed as originally found.

- Underwater Archaeological Park of Baia.

#art

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Liam Garrigan as Fletcher || Belgravia: The Next Chapter 1.04 (but just the sauna scene)

#HWUT?!?! #liam garrigan #i think i hauve covid