The most amusing thing is this IS exactly how the BBC report on practically everything.
this was exactly like watching the BBC news oh my god
I am DYING.
eiirene requested ;; kane & toews → dragons au
johnny’s grown up with dragonriders and dragons; he’s always known that one day he would have a dragon of his own. when he’s bonded with his buck, they form such a strong connection that he’s certain to become the next clan leader. patrick’s grown up learning how to hide; he tells nobody about the extraordinary gift he carries - that he can hear any dragon. searching further afield than he means to, johnny’s caught in a storm and ends up crashing (literally) patrick’s house. with johnny’s dragon injured, he’s forced to stay with the kane’s for the duration of the heal. patrick and johnny strike up a quick and firm friendship despite the social divide, and when it comes time to leave, johnny takes patrick and his family with him. when patrick unintentionally reveals his secret, he throws johnny’s clan into danger; the ability to speak to all dragons is a sought after commodity and the other clans will stop at nothing to take patrick - something johnny will die before he allows.
The premise of the film project is simple: a woman is asked to read an excerpt from a personally elected body of literature. (x)
It’s called “Hysterical Literature,” and I have never seen a better example of questioning why it is that educated women (whether self or otherwise) always seem to be showcased as having no interest in sex. They all choose interesting books, and they all get off, and it’s fabulous.
It’s also brought forth a lot of comments (on youtube and otherwise) and WHY WOULD SOMEONE DO THIS. IT’S SO DIRTY, and I feel that’s part of the point: Why is this considered so scandalous? It’s just sex. In fact, we don’t even SEE the sex, so the only thing that could be making people uncomfortable while watching it seems to be watching a woman enjoying getting sexual pleasure.
And maybe some of those people just aren’t into voyeurism and that’s cool. But I’m betting a lot of them just don’t like to consider that maybe they think women having sexual pleasure is weird and that they think that you can’t have sexual pleasure as a woman and also have other facets and appreciation for “finer things.”
What I’m saying is, this whole series gives me a lot of thoughts.
Always reblog because Hysterical Literature is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long while.
Pretty sure I’ll wanna watch this later soooo
I think some reasons for why the people who probably do watch porn are made so uncomfortable by Hysterical Literature are a little more involved, since there’s definitely a decent market for porn in which women masturbate solo. It’s not JUST that each woman is experiencing sexual pleasure, it’s the combination of a bunch of aspects that are specific to this series:
- each woman is without a partner, so she’s not servicing anyone;
- she’s without a partner, so her attention is focused inward — this is completely about her enjoyment only;
- she’s without a partner, but she does have a vibrator and her own body, so she isn’t dependent on any other human for her orgasm;
- she’s reading a selection of her own aloud with some serious dedication, demonstrating that there are things she finds just as interesting as sex;
- we don’t get any of the visuals or the melodrama or the POV that are usually considered to be the point of porn, so we can’t be titillated by her body (or her partner’s body/actions, or her reactions to her partner’s body/actions) — we don’t get to see what’s causing her pleasure, we only see how it makes her feel.
The whole production is actually super-dismissive of mainstream (straight) porn and its primary audience (dudes), in that it’s not particularly staged for the viewer’s pleasure (there’s no pretense that there isn’t a viewer — it’s just not about them) unless the viewer happens to be a person who gets off on the idea of women having some fantastic selfish orgasms, even when the viewer is in no way invited to imagine themselves participating. :D
FANTASTIC.
ATTENTION COSPLAYERS: IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT TRIGGER DISCIPLINE
So you’re cosplaying Jake, or Jade, or Yoko, or Dante, or some other badass who carries around guns all the time: here’s a quick tip to make your cosplay of them just that much cooler (and less eye-twitch-inducing for cosplayers who know how to handle a real gun).
If you’re cosplaying a character who knows how to handle guns, then they’re going to know trigger discipline - which is simply unless you plan and are ready to shoot what you’re pointing at, don’t put your finger on the trigger. (In real life this keeps you from accidentally shooting yourself in the foot or anything else you didn’t mean to shoot.)
So you’re taking a picture holding your gun skywards by your head? Rest your pointer finger against the body of the gun, or outside the trigger guard. Aiming at the camera for the kill shot? NOW you can put your finger on the trigger.
Happy gun-toting!
This message has been brought to you by Liz, Patty, and someone who learned to shoot on a .22 rifle.trigger warning
Lesbian Disney Princess <3
Thank you guys for all those notes! To celebrate my 40,000 views on my Gay Disney Princes, here are my lesbian princesses. Hope you guys like them :)
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aw this is actually really cute and well-done
#this is a coffeeshop au screaming to be brought into existence #i don’t care what fandom or what pairing #someone write it #and send it to me
…does that look like a turtleneck to anyone else help I’m cheriking
Erik was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, lucky that Emma was an old friend, and therefore did not fire him on the spot when he came into work dead drunk from last night’s pub crawl and jabbering about his nonexistent love life. She instead doused him in cold water, gave him a fresh turtleneck, and told him that if he wasn’t sober in fifteen minutes she was going to inject espresso into his system and watch him play in traffic.
And that was only the beginning of Erik’s unfortunate day.
First there was the little old lady who gave him a saucy wink after placing her order and told him that she admired his guts. Then there was the extremely disapproving look from the man who came in with three giggling children.
Erik wondered if he’d spilled something nasty on his front and just not noticed. But surely Emma would have told him. She had an interesting sense of humor, yes, but as long as he was behind the counter he was technically representing her business establishment, and she wouldn’t let him work with anything other than an unfortunate hangover.
And there was the fact that if he’d had food on him he likely wouldn’t have gotten three guy’s numbers in half an hour.
At first, he was flattered. Sure, the blonde looked severely underage, and he wouldn’t touch the guy in the flannel shirt with a ten foot pole, but these were more action than he’d gotten in months.
By lunch, he had gone from flattered to willing to kill the next man who winked at him.
There was the old guy who leered at him before grabbing his wrist with the clammiest hands Erik had ever felt. And the even creepier guy in the suit who lingered over his coffee staring at Erik, until Erik called Emma, whose presence terrified the creep into leaving.
Thus Erik was frazzled, homicidal, and still being given numbers.
“Rough day mate?”
If this man gave him his number, Erik would snap his spine.
“It’s been interesting.”
“I am not in the least surprised.” The man was cardigan clad and Erik would probably have at least attempted flirting if he hadn’t spent the last four hours being flirted at. He looked amused. “I have to say, that’s an interesting mating technique.”
Erik eyed him. Last he checked, serving coffee to people who were too good for Dunkin Donuts wasn’t a dating method.
The man eyed him right back. “Your sign?”
“What sign?”
“The one on the board?”
“What board?”
“The one where you describe yourself as hella gay and recommend that people give your their numbers?”
Erik stared at him in absolute confusion. The man put a hand over his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh. “You must have interesting coworkers.”
“What…” Erik checked his watch. His shift was over, thank fuck, and Az was walking in. He saw the board, threw back his head, cackling, then shot Erik a thumbs up.
…there was no way the fact that their cookies were organic could inspire that kind of hilarity. Erik tossed his apron at Az (he aimed for his face and unfortunately missed) and stalked around the shop to see their board for himself.
The man, now sporting a ridiculously large cup of tea, patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I suppose that giving you my number wouldn’t be received well?”
Erik was unable to answer, his gaze fixed on the doodle of himself, turtleneck clad, arms raised and mouth open as if to give blowjobs.
The worst part was that Erik recognized his own drunken handwriting.
(The best part was Az’s text when the shift ended. It read simply “hot professor type said to give you number when you didn’t look like you wanted to kill puppies. Didn’t tell him you always look that way, number enclosed)
I love you! That’s perfect.
Brilliant! Five out of five ridiculously large cups of tea. <3
Hee! So cute. Love it!
Ahahaha! Excellent. :D
For my roommate because we are watching XMFC with friends this weekend, it’s like pregaming with fic :D
