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samaspic31 · 7 months

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Never have i felt rage worse than when i learned carrie fisher was sent to a fat farm, on the demand of fox studio executivess who put it as condition to have her cast cause they insisted on someone thinner (hi casting practices are deeply evil in fatphobic transphobic and racist ways- and that has only mildly improved since the fucking 70s) prior to filming a new hope, to lose 10 pounds, which was far from an exceptional practice in the film industry at the time. And lucas told it in the film bonuses with no shame or apology, they even interviewed carrie about it as if that was some fun anecdote-fuck lucasfilm all the way off for that. And to this day dieting for roles in blockbusters still is the norm (remember that anecdote of her telling john boyega to go break his diet and eat an energy bar from her fridge on the set of the sequels 30 years later ? we progress so fucking slowly)

In general Hollywood obsession/morbid fascination with actors modifying their weight to unhealthy degrees for roles sucks and so does the way journalism and the audience feed the mythos and reward those movies with press and promo about it (still haunted by that star trek press tour where benebitch cabbagepatch was asked continously about dieting for a scene not even in the movie, meanwhile the female actress who had a gratuitous scene in underwear it was just a normal thing, hello gender inequality). anyways as soon as i hear an actor had to diet i lose interest in ever paying for the media. no movie or series is worth the human suffering and its prevalence is yet another symptom of the dishonesty of art under capitalism

#some performance art that’s only lowkey commodified are a different thing #but omg stop making actors go without water for 3days for goddamn shirtless scenes people with fat exist and deserve to be seen on camera #this isn’t even touching the discrimination actually fat actors face #and hollywood preferring fat suits or making a thin actor gain weight before they’ll even look at a fat person #christian bale i am not impressed with your abs go drink something. idc about comic accuracy those are camp homosexual drawings #not beauty standards #im still mad about how the internet behaved about shirtless wolverine and thor #and the les mis disaster where the dehydration damaged the singing #diet culture #cw diet culture #star wars #carrie fisher #also the whole sexualizing layer with the no underwear and then rotj bikini #she had to diet for that too mark hamill still remebers they were anxious about their weight on the set of the jabba palace scene. obviousl #carrie more cause. fucking bikini #i hate lucas for how much he compromised #and how much he preseneted sw as indie/anti big studio while bending for them at the cost of his actors' health #the film industry being unethical pt294357 #cast fat and middle sized bodied people challenge #original trilogy #cw fatphobia #cw fat shaming #anti fatphobia #cw anti fa

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sheep-and-lykos · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 8 - Impregnation: Elliott x Fem!Reader

I fucking love the headcanon that Elliott sounds like Christian Bale playing Howl in Howl's Moving Castle.

I also love him being shirtless on Ginger Island and I need more shirtless hunky Elliott in my life.

Also; not enough Elliott fanficition. It's a crime. Expect more.

“Should we have a baby, (Y/n)?”

“Yes.”

Who knew those seven words would spark something so primal in the two of you?

Who knew one little conversation in the middle of the night would stir up the cauldron and leave you both restless in the night?

Neither of you slept that night, both trying to pretend to be asleep which you each thought and dreamt of fucking constantly. You were practically drooling on your pillow at the thought of climaxing over and over again around your husband’s sweet cock inside of your tight little hole that is so ready to be abused.

In the morning, Elliott had slipped out of bed before you, the smell of coffee wafting through the house had finally pulled you from the warm bed. Your body was exhausted, your eyes were red. Elliott was in the same position, an extra cup of coffee sat on the counter for you.

You both drank in peaceful silence, the coffee stoked up a fire within you and slowly started to perk you up. You haven't felt this tired since your first season on the farm when you moved in. Elliott placed down the mug on the countertop and looked down at you, his brilliant green eyes were just as tired as yours, yet they still shined from the sunlight filtering in through the windows.

“Tonight, then?”

You nodded as lust started to bubble in your gut.

You felt warm all over, there was a soft buzzing at the back of your mind, it felt like your heart was fluttering in your chest.

It was like your wedding night all over again.

His hands softly grasped at your waist from behind, fingers snaking over your stomach and down your belly as he dragged you back towards him until his front was flush against your back. You felt his very hard erection poking at your backside through his pants, you reveled in how warm he was through his clothing.

He moved your hair out of the way to press kisses at the side of your throat, teeth barely scraping against your skin as he took in your sweet scent. Oh, how he could write lengthy poems on just how much he loved much he loved your smell. He growled softly in your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe as you moaned softly.

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he hummed. He pressed himself closer to you, nails biting into your clothing. “I’m going to cum inside of you so many times tonight, my dearest.”

“Elliott-”

“You’re going to bear my child, my love.”

His words shot right through you, his voice deep and heavy, his words rattling around inside of you. You whimpered pitifully, you were absolutely soaked from his kisses and his words alone.

“Please.”

He pulled your top off over your head, tossing the piece of damned clothing to the ground behind him. His lanky hands came to grasp at the cups of your bra, stroking under the curves and fingertips squeezing right over your nipples behind the thick fabric. He squeezed them softly, reveling in the softness of them, groaning heavily in your ear. Your breath shuddered, your breasts felt wonderful in his grasp, his warm skin felt perfect.

“I can see them now; Your breasts. Heavy and full. I cannot wait to grab onto them, kiss them, bite them.” His fingers slipped underneath your bra, his finger tweaking at your nipples, earning himself a short gasp from you as you jumped. He smirked against your ear. “I cannot wait to taste them, my love.”

He unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, your naked breasts now exposed, your nipples had started to harden from Elliott toying with them. His hands dragged their way down your ribs and along the dips of your hips where he snatched at your waist. A shiver ran up your naked spine. His fingers dipped below the waistband of your pants and underwear, fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“Do you dream of it? Growing soft with my child? Proof to the world that you’re mine?”

The heat blossoming between your thighs was unreal. You were struggling to breathe right, you felt like you were about to burst.

“Yes!” you moaned, your voice desperate for him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

He slowly slid your bottoms down your waist and ass until your body was bare before him. The pants and soaked underwear pooling around your ankles while Elliott’s hands remained on your lower half. He took his time gently massaging your body, gliding his skilled and elegant fingers over the curves of your body, practically drooling to himself over your perfect body.

“Get on the bed.”

You followed the order like your life depended on it, climbing onto the sheets and crawling onto the large plush mattress and turning around to lay on your back. You propped yourself up on the pillows, eyes trained on your lover, waiting and wanting.

Elliott’s fingertips were dark, a faint deep inky purple staining his tanned skin from the ink he uses to writes such works of art. His nails bit into the fabric of his shirt, picking at the buttons on the flowy top that made him out to be like something straight out of a romance novel. He pulled the shirt off of his body, then unlooped the belt from his waist, then slipped off his pants. He was left in just his underwear, the dark material straining against his cock pressing firmly against the front seam of his boxer-briefs. Elliott’s face was flush, eyes wild and calculating. They were roaming over your nude body cradled in the soft sheets of your bed. He yanked off his underwear, kicking his feet back to push away all of the clothing at the foot of the bed before he climbed on top of you.

He pinned you down on the bed with ease, elegant hands holding you down by your shoulders as he hovered above you. Elliott was surprisingly fit, you found out the first time you both fooled around in his cabin. Under the charming clothing, you expected to find lean muscle only to find that he was practically carved out of marble. He was bulky in all of the right places; Broad chest with shoulders to match, a strong neck he loves to let you mark up with bites and hickeys, a tight abdomen with not-so-faint abs. It was a glorious shock to your brain to see a seaside author who spends a lot of time indoors writing and reading to be so fit. You nearly had a nosebleed at the sight of him.

His bare chest radiated heat, his biceps were flexed as he held himself up over your naked body. Your face was so hot, your heart was beating so loud, your pussy was aching from Elliott’s now absent fingers.

Your husband leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Your mouths moved in harmony, teeth scraping each other’s lips, tongues swirled, moans were exchanged. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his dick brush up against your clit, the head slipping between your folds with ease from how wet you are. He rutted against you, slicking up his dick with your sweetness, massaging your starving clit with his thick dick.

When he sank into your waiting passage, you broke off from his kiss, burying your head in the blankets and turning your head away to moan loudly. Your back arched, your toes curled, your head swam. Elliott groaned and bit at your neck, sucking a deep mark into the side of your throat as he sank deep into you, moaning into your skin as your walls squeezed against his cock until he eventually hilted himself.

He broke from your neck to try and breathe, panting as he held himself up by his arms that threatened to shake. His breathing was heavy, his voice was deep. Once he got his bearings, he pressed another kiss right onto your throat and hummed in your ear.

“If this is how tight and needy you are now, I’m ever so eager to find out how desperate you’ll be when you’re heavy with my child.” He carefully started to piston his hips, starting slow. You whimpered, you felt full already, the stretch was nearly painful. He always filled you up in ways you couldn’t describe. “You’re so wet, my love. What has you absultley dripping with sin?”

Elliott nearly cut himself short, panting and groaning as you twitched around him.

Your hands shot out and snatched at his shoulders and sank your nails into his skin. They bit deliciously against him, your lover groaned low and heavy at the prickling pain.

“You!” You cried when you felt a building pressure behind your belly, a coil tightening quickly. “It’s you! I want you!”

“What do you want from me?” he bit at your neck.

“Cum inside of me! Knock me up! Make me yours!”

You came suddenly, a high-pitched cry escaping your lips as your convulsed beneath him. Elliott’s head craned down and kissed at your sweaty skin. The salt did wonders for him, fueling the raging fire. He bit at the skin of your chest, right by your collarbones, pulling more cries from you as he relentlessly snapped his hips at an alarming rate. You winced and whimpered, quickly becoming overstimulated as your husband fucked you virgously.

You felt him suddenly twitch inside of you, his abs flexing and his pace had started to falter. He moaned low in your ear, hands fisting the sheets on either side of you as he continued to plow into your tight little hole.

You nearly came once again when you felt a sudden lood of warmth seep inside of you, Elliott’s seed had shot right into you. You felt even fuller, and so terribly hot. Elliott panted before you, lazily thrusting himself in and out of you as he rode out his orgasm in the slick comforts of your pussy.

Elliott had eventually pulled himself out of your poor, abused hole. You gasped, your legs trembling in his grasp. Your husband always enjoyed the sight of his seed leaking out of your pussy, but not so much this time. He let go of on your legs and massaged at your heat, skilled fingers running up and stopping the pearly liquid from exiting. His auburn hair, normally sleek and as elegant as sweet piano music was now a mess, frizzy and wild. It added a nice edge to your husband, especially when he gets all wild like this with you.

You whined at the intrusion of his finger, head rolling back in the sheets as he hushed you softly. The other hand that held you thigh carefully rubbed circles into your skin, soothing you.

“We wouldn’t want your hard work to go to waste, now would we, my love?”

“E-Elliott, please,” you begged, your chest heaving.

It was going to be a very big hassle to deal with the farm tomorrow. Your heart dropped when you saw that mischievous glint in his emerald eyes.

“My dearest, you shouldn’t think of the work of tomorrow. I’m just getting started.”

#stardew valley elliot #elliot x farmer #elliot x reader #stardew valley fic #stardew valley #stardew

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amichandsaini · 1 month

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#Entertainment #News

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muppin · 3 months

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i love the paparazzi only when they give me good pics😓like the ones from like literally today with christian bale shirtless in a towel?? ZOO WEE MAMA😻

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labelleperfumery · 3 months

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Christian Bale Goes Shirtless During 50th In Cabo, Shows Off Muscles

Christian Bale is known for his extreme on-screen body transformations — but for his 50th birthday, the dude’s reached a great middle-ground … looking super ripped and toned. The Oscar-winning actor was photographed Monday ringing in the big 5-0… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2024/01/30/christian-bale-shirtless-muscles-cabo-50th-birthday-photos/

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fag4spyders · 3 months

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I was gonna google something but I saw shirtless Christian Bale and got distracted😞

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aftonfamilyvalues · 10 months

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some will be a shirtless danny elfman. some will be christian bale sucking on some toes. some will be live-action kronkk.

well then

#ask

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willbyerssss1 · 1 year

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I swear to god what is wrong with this world!!! I ask my mom for a shirtless Christian bale poster and she says no🥹🙏🏻💔

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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Bollywood films struggle at box office whereas Hollywood and South Indian tentpoles continue to soar

Image Source : INSTAGRAM Representative image Even as Bollywood still struggles at the box office, Hollywood and South Indian tentpoles continue to soar to unprecedented heights. The recently released superhero film ‘Thor: Love and Thunder’, led by a shirtless Chris Hemsworth and Christian Bale thrown in for good measure, netted Rs 64.80 crore domestically (Rs 83.61 crore minus GST) in the first…

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#Akshay Kumar #Alia Bhatt #bhool bhulaiyaa 2 box office #bollywood box office #Box Office #box office 2022 #gnagubat kathiadwadi box office #hollywood box office india #jurassic world #south indian films at box office #thor 4 box office

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north-starrs · 2 years

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Theres nothing like sitting there in the dark, shirtless, staring into the void as your brain thinks about which guys look like combinations of other guys.

Btw Benedict Cumberbatch, Jerma, and Christian Bale are in a category labeled "Tumblr Looking Dudes With Cursed Auras"

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filmframesforlife · 5 years

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American Psycho (2000)

#American Psycho #Christian Bale #Mary Harron #cinematography #andrzej sekula #beautiful cinematography #cool cinematography #movie stills #shirtless man #favorite actors #Bret Easton Ellis #bathroom #mirror #film frames

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doyouknowhoyouare · 5 years

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just watched american psycho for the first time and bro what the fuck sjdnsnd

#at least i got to see a shirtless/nearly naked christian bale

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itspopculture · 6 years

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Christian Bale

#Christian Bale #Batman #sexy #hot #beautiful #boy #guy #man #actor #shirtoff #shirtless

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person918x · 2 years

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A collection of dreams I’ve had in the past few years

1. Three newborn infants, none of whom could sit up or open their eyes, were fighting on the floor while people stood around cheering and betting on it. 2. Someone offered me a “God the Father & Son” brand cigarette from a pack with the face of an Egyptian pharaoh’s golden sarcophagus on it. The cigarette was filterless and the tobacco was laced with gold flakes. It had to be lit with a blowtorch, and the lighting process burned up half the cigarette. I struggled to smoke it without getting tobacco and gold flakes in my mouth and remarked that the flavor was rich like a full meal.

3. I played a show with Mama Cass and she gifted me a Cursed Doll That Loves Money (a type of doll that steals your money while you sleep and hides it in little piles around your house).

4. I was watching an Eddie Murphy special in which he was wearing the shell of an old cathode ray tube monitor as a helmet and creating aggressive harsh noise by abusing a ring-modulated guitar, yelling at the audience "This is the future of comedy!"

5. I was at a screening party for a new episode of Community. The episode guest-starred a Tik-Tok influencer who was famous for making dolls out wire, burlap, and mud and bringing them to life by having sex with them. At the party, the influencer was explaining to an engrossed Christian Bale that sex with burlap/mud dolls was WAY better than sex with humans but that the black magic forces involved were very dangerous. Christian Bale said that he had to try it or he'd spend the rest of his life wondering what it was like. He turned to me and asked if they do the ritual at my house the following morning and I agreed, then immediately regretted it as the influencer started explaining the elaborate prep work that was involved.

6. I was watching a movie that starred Jon Stewart as a big city politician who moved to a small town. In one scene, he accidentally brought two gallon jugs of milk to the Apple Cider Marathon instead of the two gallon jugs of apple cider he was supposed to bring. The soundtrack was by Merzbow.

7. I was watching Jimmy Kimmel interview Bill Murray (shirtless, and with some kind of plastic bracers on his arms) about what occult practices he engaged in. At one point in the interview they displayed a diagram of fire spiraling into the sun, labeled with numbered steps to take towards self-actualization.

#longpost #text

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