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finefoxyladies1) I keep seeing a headline in my Yahoo! Entertainment news that makes me laugh inappropriately: "Nick Hogan Turns 18, Treated Like a Man."
As a fan of the documentary series Oz (whenever I share my knowledge about prison life, this is how I cite), I bet he got treated like a man. All the way. Hopefully not with a spoon like Robson or, um, with a Beecher bite like Robson (poor Robson; prison sex just was not kind to that man).
2) I started watching the LOCI Ep I Have Seen So Many Times, I Should Be Able to Recite It, 2x05 "Bright Boy". And I was deeply tickled by the following exchange:
Goren: The Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory. It tests social adjustment.
Eames: I remember this. We had to take it the last year of high school.
Goren: So did we.
Eames: How'd you do?
Goren: I had to go to my counselor's office and have a talk with the school shrink. What about you?
Eames: I was so well-adjusted they voted me prom queen.
And Goren's look after she says that is priceless.
3) Continuing my obsessive pursuit of The D'Onof: romantic lead... okay, the following link is NSFW because:
3a) it involves sex
3b) Tracey Ullman
3c) Tracey Ullman simulating sex
So you know what it involves. If you watch it, I don't want to see any typity-typed pearl clutching.
Here's the deal: it's from the opening 30 minutes of Household Saints, which was an interesting and strange Italian magic-realism (with bonus Imperioli date rape) film about a young girl (played by not-so-young-but-young-enough Lili Taylor) who wants to become a nun. But the opening is about how her parents met and...well, there are different kinds of love. Sometimes when a sly, masculine, upsettingly sexual butcher, played by Vincent D'Onofrio, has certain feelings about a dowdy, drab, virginal-in-the-most-absolute-sense "young" girl played by Tracey Ullman, he "expresses" himself with what he has available.
Then later, when he has won her hand in a poker game (seriously, the movie is some interesting stuff) and marries her, he reminds her of a previous conversation that they had in his shop and...things.
Things.
It makes me flushed and confused, because it's not conventionally sexy, and not just because it involves Tracey Ullman and what he says to her is... Yeah. Anyway, I think it's the tenderness implied by his kisses (which seem...I don't know, reassuring, and not like afterthought, especially considering the way he says "Am I hurting you?") combined with how very, very...very it is. It is sex. He is not making love to his blushing new bride.
4) Um, on that note? Less a picspam than a series of pictures that make me also feel flushed and confused: Jason Wiles as (stealing all adjectives from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
upsy_daisy) the pragmatic, scruffy, sexy, charming, and slightly assholish Eps on last night's ep of In Plain Sight.
Because they cracked openupsy_daisy's soul and took a long look inside (or because someone involved in the production of IPS is a huge fan of Third Watch), the show opened with a foot chase. Because Jason Wiles? MOST EXCELLENT at simulating foot chases.
But I can't screencap that because they put some sort of blurry grody filter on, in addition to shooting handheld. Blerf.
Anyway:
Cop!Eps.
Hot!Be-Tee-Shirted!Post-Shooting!Eps.
(I just want to squeeze his bicepswith my tongue)
Oh, stop judging, Marshall.
Trying!To!Make!A!Love!Connection!Eps.
(I love that white tee shirt. I want to make a blankie out of it.)
Mary stops pretending and lets the tongue kissing just happen. And who can blame her?
Lucky bitch.
Oh, come on, camera 1! Don't be shy!
*inarticulate mushmouth noises*
Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mdlkjakldjfkj$0)1''][dfniner?
Kids: smoking is not cool. Or sexy. Um...it's...also? Tracheotomy...cancer thing.
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...
(Just an FYI: during our shouty e-mail exchange last night, u_d was a total beeyotch and said, "I bet his shirt still smells like cigar in the interrogation room." Cruel. Cruel summer.)
Watch and marvel as white cotton makes sweet love to his torso! Take that, El Pollo Loco Guy Who Was Shirtless for, like, 90 Minutes!
(Note: I think the Brandi/Raph thing is sort of sweet for being primarily about Brandi barely containing herself in her push-up bra and Raph being sort of dimly befuddled and shirtless.)
His shit-eating grin = love.
(indulgently) Yeeeesssssss, Marshall. I did notice that you are still packing heat and long and lean.
Ha-dabba-dah.
As a fan of the documentary series Oz (whenever I share my knowledge about prison life, this is how I cite), I bet he got treated like a man. All the way. Hopefully not with a spoon like Robson or, um, with a Beecher bite like Robson (poor Robson; prison sex just was not kind to that man).
2) I started watching the LOCI Ep I Have Seen So Many Times, I Should Be Able to Recite It, 2x05 "Bright Boy". And I was deeply tickled by the following exchange:
Goren: The Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory. It tests social adjustment.
Eames: I remember this. We had to take it the last year of high school.
Goren: So did we.
Eames: How'd you do?
Goren: I had to go to my counselor's office and have a talk with the school shrink. What about you?
Eames: I was so well-adjusted they voted me prom queen.
And Goren's look after she says that is priceless.
3) Continuing my obsessive pursuit of The D'Onof: romantic lead... okay, the following link is NSFW because:
3a) it involves sex
3b) Tracey Ullman
3c) Tracey Ullman simulating sex
So you know what it involves. If you watch it, I don't want to see any typity-typed pearl clutching.
Here's the deal: it's from the opening 30 minutes of Household Saints, which was an interesting and strange Italian magic-realism (with bonus Imperioli date rape) film about a young girl (played by not-so-young-but-young-enough Lili Taylor) who wants to become a nun. But the opening is about how her parents met and...well, there are different kinds of love. Sometimes when a sly, masculine, upsettingly sexual butcher, played by Vincent D'Onofrio, has certain feelings about a dowdy, drab, virginal-in-the-most-absolute-sense "young" girl played by Tracey Ullman, he "expresses" himself with what he has available.
Then later, when he has won her hand in a poker game (seriously, the movie is some interesting stuff) and marries her, he reminds her of a previous conversation that they had in his shop and...things.
Things.
It makes me flushed and confused, because it's not conventionally sexy, and not just because it involves Tracey Ullman and what he says to her is... Yeah. Anyway, I think it's the tenderness implied by his kisses (which seem...I don't know, reassuring, and not like afterthought, especially considering the way he says "Am I hurting you?") combined with how very, very...very it is. It is sex. He is not making love to his blushing new bride.
4) Um, on that note? Less a picspam than a series of pictures that make me also feel flushed and confused: Jason Wiles as (stealing all adjectives from
upsy_daisy) the pragmatic, scruffy, sexy, charming, and slightly assholish Eps on last night's ep of In Plain Sight.Because they cracked open
upsy_daisy's soul and took a long look inside (or because someone involved in the production of IPS is a huge fan of Third Watch), the show opened with a foot chase. Because Jason Wiles? MOST EXCELLENT at simulating foot chases.But I can't screencap that because they put some sort of blurry grody filter on, in addition to shooting handheld. Blerf.
Anyway:
Cop!Eps.
Hot!Be-Tee-Shirted!Post-Shooting!Eps.
(I just want to squeeze his biceps
Oh, stop judging, Marshall.
Trying!To!Make!A!Love!Connection!Eps.
(I love that white tee shirt. I want to make a blankie out of it.)
Mary stops pretending and lets the tongue kissing just happen. And who can blame her?
Lucky bitch.
Oh, come on, camera 1! Don't be shy!
*inarticulate mushmouth noises*
Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mdlkjakldjfkj$0)1''][dfniner?
Kids: smoking is not cool. Or sexy. Um...it's...also? Tracheotomy...cancer thing.
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...
(Just an FYI: during our shouty e-mail exchange last night, u_d was a total beeyotch and said, "I bet his shirt still smells like cigar in the interrogation room." Cruel. Cruel summer.)
Watch and marvel as white cotton makes sweet love to his torso! Take that, El Pollo Loco Guy Who Was Shirtless for, like, 90 Minutes!
(Note: I think the Brandi/Raph thing is sort of sweet for being primarily about Brandi barely containing herself in her push-up bra and Raph being sort of dimly befuddled and shirtless.)
His shit-eating grin = love.
(indulgently) Yeeeesssssss, Marshall. I did notice that you are still packing heat and long and lean.
Ha-dabba-dah.