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Roar (1981) posters
#roar#roar 1981#80s#tippi hedren#melanie griffith#cinema#film#movie#big cats#lions#tigers#animals#black panthers#black panther#panther#panthers#cougars#jaguars#leopards#nature
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ROAR (1981) dir. Noel Marshall
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Roar (1981) is one of those movies I would only agree to watch in the theater or with a group of friends.
For the uninitiated:
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They don’t let actors PHYSICALLY WRESTLE big cats on camera anymore. Although maybe its for the best
#I’m watching roar (1981) and i am FREAKING OUT#i know there were dozens of injuries on set but I can’t beLIEVE no one died
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if I had a nickel for every time Tippy Heston was actually attacked by live animals in her films, I’d have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.
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Roar (1981, Noel Marshall)
I would try to be in the scenes with Tippi and Melanie, because they felt better when I was nearby. We grouped together as a family. Not that we thought dad was really trying to kill us, but it really seemed like he was out for us for some reason. - John Marshall, son of Noel Marshall and actor in Roar
So, this was about the most fun movie I’ve seen in some time. I was giggling for 90 minutes straight of lions and tigers attacking people. The fact that nobody (?) was actually killed is a miracle. I wish people still made these kinds of movies: Shooting for years, almost going bankrupt, almost dying, just for a stupid movie of lions in a house.
There is no story, just spectacle. And it’s all real and all false. It’s insane. It's perfect. (and, also, I mean, just look at this image! Like, remember Owen Thunderguns riding with raptors? Do you?? ‘Cause this is for real…)
#Roar#Noel Marshall#tippi hedren#movie#thoughts#lions#tigers#art#danger#movies#1981#melanie griffith
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The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.
This post will be reblogged at the end of each month with the month's new additions, so don't forget to send in your own recs via asks or DM!
JANUARY
Miss Evans And The Impossible Task Of Finding A Husband (completed, 22.2k) by @annasghosts. Rated T.
Miss Lily Evans, the youngest daughter of a widow with a modest fortune, at one and twenty years of age knows what is required of her: to find a husband willing to support her and her mother. The problem? Men of the London society aren’t swayed by her lack of a dowry and brazen attitude. Luckily for her Mr James Potter has just come home from Cambridge and she can enlist his help to find out what men really want.
The Falcon And The Squid (completed, 8.2k) by @jfleamont (pennyrigby on AO3). Rated T.
There's a Lego Millennium Falcon that needs to be built. There's also a bet, a ring and a bike. Put it all together and what do you get?
And The Roar Will Rise (completed, 21k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated T.
It's James Potter's last summer running the circulation beat for The Daily Prophet, and he's determined to make it through the high season and leave the country—and the ghosts of his past—behind. But when the paper is sold to a new owner who begins printing vicious headlines that vilify the Wizarding community, he finds himself leading the charge of Magic and Muggle newsies (and one brilliant reporter) to take action. A Newsies AU.
The Last Enemy: Dark Marks (WIP, 376.7k as of 29 Feb 2024) by @chdarling-tle. Rated M.
The entrance to Hell is hidden at the base of a large willow tree, a human-sized hollow tangled in its roots, ready to swallow you whole...
It’s 1976 and the events of the past term at Hogwarts have left their mark on all involved. But it’s a new school year now, with new teachers, new rules, and new regrets. Yet as the war clamoring outside the castle walls grows ever louder, the students inside will learn that some marks are impossible to wash away.
Dark Marks is the second book of The Last Enemy series, which follows the lives of the heroes and villains of the First Wizarding War from 1975-1981.
Do You Want To Build A Snowman? (completed, 2.9k) by @practicecourts. Rated G.
A young James Potter feels a little lonely and it has snowed so really he should be outside having fun, instead of talking to a portrait.
Happy reading!
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In the Roaring Forties on the Deck of a Four-Masted Bark, by Jack L. Gray (1927-1981)
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Recommended Reading List:
Magick in Theory and in Practice - Aleister Crowley
Principia Discordia - Malaclypse the Younger
Zen Without Zen Masters - Camden Benares
Cosmic Trigger: Final Secrets of the Illuminati - Robert Anton Wilson (fill out the captcha and click "download original pdf" - the other link seems to be fake)
Black Elk Speaks
The Mohawk Warrior Society - Louis Karioniaktajeh Hall
Fiction:
The Void Captain's Tale - Norman Spinrad
Tailchaser's Song - Tad Williams
The Magicians - Lev Grossman
Illuminatus - Bob Shea and Robert Anton Wilson
The Man Who Folded Himself - David Gerrold
The Three Imposters - Arthur Machin
Comics:
Cerebus - Dave Sim
Elfquest - Wendy Pini
Pogo - Walt Kelly
Little Nemo in Slumberland - Winsor McKay
Fritz the Cat - R. Crumb
Scott Pilgrim - Bryan Lee O'Malley
Maus - Art Spiegelman
Live Action Movies/shows:
The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953) <- to my knowledge the only feature that Dr. Seuss worked on
Dementia (or Daughter of Horror) (1955) <- experimental horror movie with no dialogue
The Prisoner (1967-68) <- like if you combined James Bond with Alice in Wonderland
Head (1968)
Lucifer Rising (1972) <- watching this movie summons lucifer, so we should all do it lots
Pink Flamingos (1972)
The Wicker Man (1973)
Zardoz (1974)
The Forbidden Zone (1979)
The Great Rock and Roll Swindle (1980)
The Decline of Western Civilization (1981)
Roar (1981)
The Young Ones (1982-84)
Stop Making Sense (1984)
This is Spinal Tap (1984)
24 Hour Party People (2002)
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
Sorry to Bother You
(For animated movies I have a whole separate blog and list here)
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HIROYUKI SANADA as JOJI HIBIKI
吼えろ鉄拳 (ROARING FIRE) [1981] dir. Norifumi Suzuki
#roaring fire#hoero tekken#hiroyuki sanada#norifumi suzuki#filmgifs#filmedit#shelgifs#hi i'm a huge [redacted] and have been watching mr sanada's filmography more and more AND WHAT A BONKERS ENTRY#really wish there wasn't brief but gross antiblackness and weird nazi shit in it that keeps it from being a perfect movie#but otherwise some of the wildest and best action scenes i've ever seen that looked DANGEROUS and also look at him#sorry about the quality btw all uploads of this are crunchy but alas
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Eric Carr x Reader but it's a fluffy smut bc y/n (female ofc) is a total anxiety freak who's part of KISS crew (best friend and someone who works for and help the band) and I'm picturing some sort of pre-show thing 😶🌫️
I'm sorry it took a while. But I had to find the right words haha. I really love this idea, and I hope it's how you picured it. And if you want anything changed let me know😌 Now I won't waste any more of your time. Let's just get right into it😅
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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️
Also... I know the picture is from 1981
and not 1980 but... LET'S JUST SAY IT IS🤣🤣
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{🤍The drummer isn't so innocent after all🤍}
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It's a Sunday morning in July 1980. The window shakes and rattles by the strong wind blowing outside, waking you up from your sleep.
You grunt and throw the pillow over your face to try and muffle the incredibly, annoying sound from the window.
You clunch the pillow and let out a roar as you throw it across the room. Stroking your palms over your face before angleling your head towards your alarm clock.
"FUCK!" You shout out as you throw yourself out of bed.
You jump around the apartment with your pants half pulled up in complete and utter stress before you throw yourself for the car keys and rush out the door.
You rush to your car and insert the key. "Come on you bastard!" You scream out when the car doesn't start. "You goddamn pile of junk!" You hit the dashboard with full force, causing the engine to react.
When you finally arrive at work, you see Bill, their manager. Standing with his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face. “This is the fourth time y/l/n…” He sighs.
"I know I~" You tried to explain yourself, but you knew it would just be the same excuse as always.
"You overslept..." He continued, knowing exacly what you were going to say.
"I'm sorry! I... It won't happen again!"
"It better not!"
You opened your mouth to say something, but he just gave you a glare saying 'go to work.'
Since Eric was quite new to the band, he needed some help with his makeup, and since you always worked with him, and often talked, a friendship bonded.
"It's worse isn't it?' He suddenly asked as you helped him with his 'The Fox' makeup.
You stopped the brush, almost smearing the black paint over the white.
"What?"
"Your anxiety?"
You didn't answer, you just kept painting his face. Which caused him to grab your slim wrist with his big, veiny hand.
Your breath hitched as you looked down at his hand holding you, before meeting his eyes.
'His fucking eyes...' Your subconscious said blushing.
"Y/n..." He began, his brown eyes looking deep into yours. Continuing."...I've noticed... You can't concentrate and you have trouble sleeping."
He let go of your tiny wrist, leaving a weird disappointment over you. Because... You didn't want him to let go.
"I'm fine..." You just said, trying to ignore the sudden feeling he gave you... Desire...
"You're not."
"How do you know that?"
"Because your hands are shaking."
'It's you who's causing that...' Your subconscious softly whispered.
"Hey..." He said, howering forward when you didn't answer. "...I know It's difficult for you but... I just want you to be okay..."
You didn't listen... Not at his words anyway...
'Imagine that fat cock under that tight costume of his.'
"I gotta go!" You said when you heard your subconscious.
"You okey?"
"Yeah! I just... I need to go..." You quickly walked away. Entering the closet, where you kept all of their costumes and shoes.
You instantly closed the door, putting your knuckles against your skull while breathing heavily. Why did you just think that? That has never happened?! "What the fuck y/n?!" You said to yourself.
You clenched your eyes as you heard his voice call your name on the other side of the door.
"Y/n? Are you alright?"
'No... Because I just thought about your cock...' You thought to yourself, and as you did. You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat, swallowing it down.
"Y/n... I'm... I'm coming in..." He said with his soft, innocent voice as he turned the doorknob to the closet.
You slowly turned around, facing the door as he stepped in.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he reached his hands up, moving your arms down, your knuckels away from your skull.
That same touch... The touch he gave you at the desk moments ago.
He was so gentle, yet you could feel every muscle.
"I was thinking..." You lied...
"In the closet?" He chuckled. His chuckle... His voice... His touch... He was making you feel so many things, things you couldn't explain.
"Hey... You sure you're alright?" He asked. You just ignored him. You didn't know what to say. The closet was so small, and you were so close to eachother.
"Y/n..." He said in a whisper as he put his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "...What's wrong?"
"Eric..." You bit your lip... Not knowing how to continue.
He now also seemed to notice how close you actually were, since you saw the look in his eyes change.
Your breathing became heavier as that same lump formed in your throat, that comfortable... horny... lump...
'Kiss me! Kiss me Eric!' Your subconscious yelled.
He started stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, inching closer. "What are you doing to me?" He said, voice low.
You just looked at him, you were so shocked, so surprised, so horny.
"I don't know..." You said, nearly moaning from the clenching deep down in your stomach.
"Fuck the others!" He then said after hearing your voice, locking the door behind him as his lips pressed against yours.
You gasped in shock, making his tongue slip into your mouth.
Your hands instantly wandered up his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders as your tongues dances with eachother.
He moaned from the sensation and pushed you against the wall, making some things fall down the shelves.
You gasped into your kiss as his hard boner pressed against your pelvis.
You eagerly started unhooking his belt, hearing it rattle as the metalic peices collided.
He went down and kissed your neck, pressing his big hands against your breasts. Your nipples hardening at his touch.
You moaned, but bit your lip to not be too loud, not wanting the others to hear you.
"Fuck, your moans make me so hard!" He groaned as he reached up again. Kissing your lips hard as he slid his muscular hands down, unzipping your pants and sliding them off your feet.
You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand carres your now naked leg, lifing it up against his hip.
His other hand slid down under your panties, sliding one finger between your folds.
"You're so wet..." He whispered into your kiss , feeling your legs begin to weaken as the muscles deep down in your abdomen began to clench in the most pleasurable way.
He began making circular movements before sliding in two of his wide fingers into you.
You moaned out as you threw your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the muscles clench even more, and you couldn't control the noises that came out of you.
His hand shaked in your panties as he curled his fingers up and down rapidly, hitting all of your sensitive spots.
You gasped for air, tearing up as you tightened around his fingers.
You were so close, but right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers.
You looked up at him in despair and confusion. Why did he stop?
You swallowed hard as you watched him put the fingers in his mouth, tasting your salty aroma.
He slid them out slowly before removing his shirt, revieling his hairy chest.
Then you heard that same familiar rattling sound... His belt...
You glanced down, seeing his hand, then his other, unzip his pants and slide them off.
You instantly bit your lip as his hard, thick, veiny cock sprung free. It was so huge... So thick... And you felt your arousal return, but this time... Even more intense.
You've heard people speculate on it's size, that it was around 10 inches or so. Well... They were right...
"Strip..." He commanded, his voice now more low and dominant...
'Fuck...' Your subconscious said speechless...
You quickly obeyed him, taking off the rest of your clothes before he snatched the panties from your grip, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them.
"Mmm...." He groaned. "You smell good." He thew them to the floor before pinning you to the wall again, and you arched your neck as he lifted you off your feet, placing your legs on each side of his hips as he positioned himself, slowly sliding in and filling you up.
You gasped for air as he stretched you out, feeling every nerve end explode in pleasure.
You teared up and moaned loudly as he began to move faster, feeling his cock grind against your tight walls. He groaned and found your lips, kissing you hard as he fucked you against the wall, grabbing one of your breats in his hand and squeezing it intensly as he bit your lip.
You felt something build up... Oh no... Already?
He also seemed to reach his climax as he started moaning more and louder.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled out of your kiss, arching his neck as he grabbed both of your hips, switching up the angle a little, perfectly hitting your g-spot, making your vision go white as your eyes rolled back with your moan stuck in your throat.
You couldn't hold it back anymore... You couldn't...
And you came hard, squirting all over his cock.
He moaned from the sensation of your walls wrapping around him. Emtying his balls, his warm, salty load filling you up.
He let you down, making you fall into his arms. Your legs were shaking and exhausted and when you looked up... his makeup was all smeared. His black fox features had melted from his sweat, running down his white face.
And when you cleaned yourselves up, put your clothes back on and went out... Everyone was looking at you... Which made you realize...
Everyone heard everything...
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TyrannoMax
Real name: Tyrannodus Maximus (translation)
Known Aliases: Ty Maxon, the Dinoman of Wisconsin, Shellbreaker
Occupation: Champion of Core City, adventurer
Identity: Public
Legal status: Citizen of Core City. Legal resident of the United States with a criminal record (pardoned), escaped felon in Ultramerica.
Species: Dinoid Tyrannosaurus Rex
Place of Hatching: Core City
Martial Status: Single, betrothed.
Known Relatives: TyrannoLucian (father), MegaloDiana (mother), TyrannoMaxine (grandmother, deceased), TyrannoCass (brother), TyrannoJulia (sister), Lady StegoJune (fiance), DeinoSteve (blood brother), Tyler Wrex (second cousin).
Known affiliations: Warriors of the Core (member, current), Sevenfold Guardians (member, reserve), Wally Manmoth (ally), Johannes Factotum (ally), WoMinotaur (ally), Dr. Underfang (nemesis), Department of Inhuman Affairs (contractor).
Base of operations: Soapstone, Wisconsin, Core City in the Fossilized World.
First appearance: Tyrannomax #1 (1975)
From the Coctus Catalog, it's TyrannoMax!
His power/ability box is under the fold.
Physical Strength: TyrannoMax’s strength is exceptional, even for a dinoid. He can lift (press) 10 tons with his arms or tail.
Known Powers & Abilities: Like all diniods, TryannoMax’s muscles and bone tissues are more dense and durable than human analogues, resulting in vast strength and resistance to physical damage. His scales can deflect an armor-piercing .50 caliber machine gun fire at 30 feet.
TyrannoMax’s bite force is sufficient to bend a 5” diameter titanium rod. His teeth and claws are both sharp and strong enough to rend metal, and he’s able to leap up to sixty feet forward or twenty feet straight up from a standing position.
Like all dinoids, TyrannoMax possesses a high degree of psychic affinity, which he can access through his psychic roar. This unique psychic talent allows TyrannoMax to imbue his roars with psionic power. He can attune the pitch of his roar to deliver physical psychokinetic force, stun the minds of those in its path, or induce fear and panic in enemies.
Known Weaknesses: Dinoid physiology is only partially warmblooded and is vulnerable to cold. Temperatures below 56 degrees Fahrenheiht reduce TyrannoMax’s speed, strength and concentration in direct proportion to his body temperature. If lowered to the freezing point gradually, he will involuntarily enter a state of hibernation. Rapid freezing is deadly to dinoids.
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TyrannoMax's art was made in the same fashion as the Wally Manmoth comic, with his body being composited out of several Midjourney attempts and his head coming from Dall-E 3, since MJ's rexes are always too modern for the 70s throwback of Tmax.
From there the colors were removed entirely, and the new lineart touched up and then re-colored using the classic comic colors from the DC 1981 style guide. And then "vintaged" in the process.
#tyrannomax#cocytus comics#cocytus#dinosaurs#dinosona#scalie#anthro art#unreality#midjourney v6#generative art#ai artwork#dall-e 3#bing image creator#ai edit#ai assisted art
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The Building of Fort Meigs, 1813 (Mural Study, Perrysburg, Ohio Post Office), Glenn M. Shaw (1891–1981) (detail, Wikimedia Commons)
The British artillery bombardment of Fort Meigs in 1813 is usually seen as ineffectual: Henry Procter the British commander did not place his guns in optimal locations, even when Tecumseh and his chiefs prepared them, and most shot cleared the fort or landed harmlessly on the interior earthworks.
It was still an ordeal for the American defenders. Alfred M. Lorrain of the Petersburg Volunteers later wrote:
After the sortie, we visited the hospital. Reclining on a bed in one corner lay a gallant officer, who was attached to the engineer department. He had rendered much service from the beginning of the war, and his courage was unquestionable. But now, in consequence of the irritation of his nerves by the roar of artillery, the bursting of bombs, the pain of his wounds, and his feverish condition, he had become as timid and as peevish as a child, and was constantly apprehensive of being torn to pieces by a cannon-ball.
— The Helm, the Sword, and the Cross
#War of 1812 Wednesday#war of 1812#fort meigs#alfred lorrain#military history#petersburg volunteers#war trauma#dressed to kill#1810s#us army
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Knut Rose
Norwegian | 1936 - 2002
Knut Rose was a Norwegian painter, draftsman, graphic artist, illustrator and a skilful lithographer. Knut Rose was a professor at the Norwegian Academy of Fine Arts in Oslo in 1973–1983 and rector in 1977–1981.
Rose was a student of Roar Wold at the Art School in Trondheim in 1957-1959, he studied at the Norwegian Academy of Arts under Aage Storstein and Reidar Aulie in 1959–1961.
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Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells Jingling - J.M.K.
Synopsis: A cozy, quintessential and slightly rustic Christmas with Josh. A roaring fire, a bowl of chestnuts, and some sugar plum fairies dancing in your heads.
Warnings: None, jut pure holiday fluff!
WC: 2963
A/N: Dedicated to my @lunaindigoraven for being so wonderful and amazing, putting up with me losing my mind over these four men and being one of the best people here. I'm so happy and lucky to have met you and I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it!!
Sam’s Holiday Fic // Danny’s Holiday Fic // Jake’s Holiday Fic
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"Babe! It's snowing again!" your delightful laugh rang through the rustic cabin as your wide eyes took in the flurries of snowflakes flittering down from the sky. Josh wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazed out to the winter wonderland with you. "It's so beautiful."
"It is." Josh agreed softly in your ear, kissing the shell of it lightly. "Come on, come finish the tree with me." you let him pull you away from the window and into the living room of the cabin. Twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, a gold beaded garland and a silver tinsel one wrapping around it to the top where a golden starburst shone. A few baubles were already hanging from the branches, and you hurried over to the tub of decorations, rifling through for the next ornament to catch your eye.
"Oh, this one is so dainty!" you grinned, gingerly picking up the hand blown glass bulb. It had red glass poinsettia flowers pulled around it, and you were certain you'd break it if you breathed on it wrong.
"I love that one." Josh took it from you gently, attaching a small hook. "It should go front and center, the lights catch the glass so beautifully." He held it up to the tree, and you saw what he meant as the glass glittered and shined in front of the small lights. The two of you continued to decorate the tree, taking small breaks to refresh your spiced apple toddies and eat a snack off the rustic charcuterie board you'd both made earlier in the afternoon.
Popping an olive into your mouth, you stared at the tree, focusing and unfocusing your eyes to find any blank spots that needed an ornament. Josh stood next to you, crunching on a mini toast as he regarded the tree with the same scrutiny.
"Something's missing..." he mused as he chewed, and you nodded in agreement.
"Maybe we need to fluff the tinsel garland again?" you suggested with a shrug. Josh skewed his pursed lips to the side as he thought, and you had to fight the urge to lean over and smooch him, how cute he looked when he was perplexed.
"Let's take a little break, make some actual dinner, and come back with fresh eyes." Josh supplied after a few moments of silence. You nodded and took the hand he offered, letting him tug you along to the kitchen. Josh hummed under his breath as he helped you put together a quick Christmas Eve Eve dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a few sugar cookies on the side. You both sat at the table in silence as you ate, both trying to come up with what was missing.
Now that you thought about it, something felt off in the entire cabin. Maybe the lights were too dim..or too bright? The garlands were hung meticulously over the doorways, but maybe they weren't the right shade of evergreen?
"What do you think everyone is doing?" Josh asked softly, staring out the window at the piling snow. You broke off the arm off a santa cookie, munching on it quietly.
"Jake is probably trying to strangle Sam with a garland because he won't let him play any christmas music after 1981, while Ronnie films it. Your mom is making sure everything is ready for her Christmas Eve dinner and your dad is hiding in his music room, away from the chaos." Josh snorted a laugh that made you giggle even more than you already were.
"You and I would be the good kids, helping mom and actually decorating." Josh sat up straighter in his seat, priding himself on being a perfect child. You scoffed.
"We'd be up in your old bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible so no one misses us, because you can't keep your hands or lips to yourself for more than ten minutes after you've had some Kiskza family recipe eggnog."
"Sue me, I've got a beautiful woman, and the Christmas spirits make me want to get my holly jollies off." Josh shrugged. You balled up your napkin and tossed it at him, faux appalled at his words. "Hey!"
"Ew, holly jollies?! That's gross." you grabbed your empty plate and stood up. "That's it, you've ruined Christmas."
"Oh no!" Josh followed you to the sink, placing his plate with yours in the basin and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly back against him. "How can I make this right? How can I save Christmas?" you thought over his question for a few moments.
"Well, according to movie logic, you now have to get me to believe in Santa again, while winning a holiday baking contest and putting on a Christmas showcase that will save the orphanage from closing."
"I-I don't think I can do all that..." Josh held back his laugh. You pouted and thought it over a bit more.
"Hmm, Charlie Brown Christmas and you refresh my drink for me for the rest of the night?"
"That I can do." Josh pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple and headed out to the living room to start the movie. You quickly washed and dried the dishes and hurried to the living room, nearly tackling Josh onto the couch and getting cozy under the fuzzy throw blankets. He cuddled in close and made sure you were absolutely comfortable before starting the short movie.
The two of you finished out the night watching more classic movies, sometimes getting up to place another ornament on the tree or fluff the branches. As the two of you got ready for bed, the feeling of something missing was still there, and both you and Josh could see the slight sadness behind each others smiles.
While he left you alone to go double check the doors were locked, you snatched up your phone, opening the text thread quickly.
To: Jake, Papa K,
“Something is missing this Christmas, and I think I know what. How would you guys feel about coming up to the cabin and spending the holidays here together? Surprise Josh?”
Jake: “you’re already sick of being alone with Josh, huh?” you rolled your eyes and went to type a snarky response back, but Kelly messaged back.
Papa K: “having everyone together again would be amazing, we’ll be there!”
Unbeknownst to you, Josh had a similar idea.
To: Mom, Sam, Ronnie,
“Christmas isn’t the same without the family. We both feel it. Come up and spend a snowy holiday with us?”
Sam: “I knew you couldn’t be away from us for more than a day.”
Ronnie: “Say less!”
Mom: “I’m already packing! We’ll see you tomorrow!!”
You heard Josh’s footsteps coming back up the stairs and quickly set your phone on the nightstand, running to the en-suite bathroom and quickly snatching up your brush, running it through the ends of your hair like you’d been getting ready for bed the past few minutes.
“Babe?” he called out as he entered the bedroom. You peeked into the bedroom and he smiled at you once he saw you. “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah,” you smiled softly, setting your brush back down on the counter, and shutting off the bathroom light. You made your way to the big, cozy bed and slid in on your side, shimmying under the covers until you were pressed against Josh’s side right in the middle.
Josh wrapped his arms around you, snuggling into you and pressing soft kisses to your lips after turning off his bedside lamp.
“It’s so quiet.” you mumbled into his chest once you scooted even closer.
“I know.” Josh agreed. “We’ll play our Christmas music really loud tomorrow and clink our glasses a lot to fill the gaps.”
“I’ll sing along really loud, too.” you chuckled, knowing your voice was less than lovely, and Josh laughed, rumbling you on his chest and squeezing you tightly.
“I’d love to hear it.” he promised. “Goodnight, Sugar Plum.”
“Goodnight Joshy.”
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“Just hear those sleigh bells jingling a-ring-ting-tingling tooooo!” Josh bellowed in a lower register, making you laugh as he spun you around in the living room as he sang along to the Carpenter's Christmas album. “Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together with yoooouuu!”
“It’s one in the afternoon, and it’s still too early for this.” you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before tugging away from him and scooping up your coffee mug from the coffee table, and taking a long sip. Josh took the mug from your hand, taking a gulp as well and shrugged.
“You coffee lovers don’t have any natural perk.” he shook his head. “But you’ll need it later.” you paused as panic set in. Did he see the texts to his twin and dad? He used your phone to switch the music a little bit ago, it’s possible. You took a small breath and gave him a small smile.
“Why’s that?” you asked, your heart beating out of your chest, nervous that the surprise was ruined. Josh just grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.
“Because, my lovely, silly Sugar Plum,” he began, “We have to stay up and catch Santa.” he tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger.
“Oh, you wanna stay up all night? Try and and catch the big man? I don’t think I can stay up that late.”
“Oh I have a few ideas on how I can keep you up, my love.” Josh smirked, leaning down and kissing you gently. You let the kiss progress, sliding your hands in his hair the shaved sides tickling your fingertips before they wound into his loose curls. Things were about to get a little heated when the sound of car doors slamming broke you two apart, both looking towards the large picture window in the living room.
Two large vans were parked out front next to Josh’s jeep, and people were behind the doors, grabbing things from the car. You looked at Josh, and he looked at you right back, then both of you at the same time said “Surprise!”
“Wait, what?” Josh asked as you laughed. “No, I surprised you! I asked mom to bring everyone up!”
“No way, I texted your dad and Jake!” Josh grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. “It didn’t feel the same without everyone.”
“I know, I was feeling it too.” He mumbled before kissing your temple. “C’mon, let’s go greet our merry guests!” you both moved to the door, throwing it open just as Karen was coming up the steps, a large roast pan in her arms.
“My baby!” she cried, moving towards Josh. He grinned and held out his arms, waiting for a hug and a kiss from her. Instead she plopped the roast pan in his arms and moved around him, wrapping you in a big hug and kissing your cheek. “Merry Christmas honey! Are you surprised?!”
“Thank you Mama, I am! It seems like Josh and I had the same idea! Do you need any help bringing stuff in?”
“Oh no, we didn’t bring much. Sam! Put those bags in the kitchen and once we’re settled you and Jake come help me with dinner!”
“Oh, you don’t have to cook, Mom.” Josh adjusted the pan in his arms, wrapping an around his mother and giving her a greeting kiss.
“Hush. I’m going to cook Christmas Eve dinner like I always do.” Mama K laughed. “Now take that to the kitchen and preheat the oven to three hundred and fifty degrees. If I don’t get that bird in now we won’t be eating until tomorrow morning.”
“I wouldn’t say no to that breakfast.” Jake smiled, lugging in suitcases, his partner behind him. You moved to grab one but when he let go, he swept you up in a hug, squeezing tight. “Thanks for inviting us up.”
“Of course. Christmas isn’t the same without all the Kiszka’s.” you gave a hug to his partner as well and ushered them into the house.
“Damn right!” Ronnie and Kelly bounded through the door way, shutting the cold air out behind them and gathering you up in a big hug before moving into Josh once he was back in the foyer. Once everyone was inside and settled, the noise of the everyone’s voices, the classic holiday shows on the TV turned up over the music playing in the background, you glanced over to Josh as you helped Mama K prepare her stuffing, cutting up celery as he and Jake picked over wines to serve with dinner. He met your gaze and rolled his eyes, wearing one of the biggest grins you’d seen on his face in the past few days.
“I’m going to show you the secret ingredient that makes my stuffing so amazing.” Mama K leaned over, whispering to you. “Not even Sam or Jake know this secret.”
“Are you sure I should know before them?” you looked surprised you looked at Sam who was peeling sweet potatoes at the table. “They’re your kids.” Karen regarded you for a moment, looking to Josh and back to you again, a soft smile on her face.
“You’re also one of my kids.” she said softly. “My mother’s intuition says you’re going to be around for a long, long time.” you blushed, looking up and catching Josh watching you and his mom interact with a smile on his face. “The secret is extra butter.”
“Just…butter?”
“Salted butter. About a tablespoon more than what you think you’re supposed to use.” Karen winked. “Makes all the difference.”
“Extra butter. Got it.” you nodded, crossing your heart and swearing yourself to secrecy with a wink. The two of you, with the help of Jake and Sam finished preparing dinner, moving everything around just in time for the turkey to be done as Ronnie and Jake's partner set the table. Once everything was on the table, you all sat down, squeezing the large family in at the small table. You were sandwiched between Josh and Sam, trying to serve yourself as both boys piled your plate sky high with food while talking to you and talking to each other.
"You gotta try my sweet potatoes." Sam said, spooning a big serving onto your plate. "The traditional casserole is too sweet, so i like to to slice them up, and do a cinnamon and honey glaze on them."
"They look and smell amazing, Sam." you smiled at his grin when you complimented his dish. "I can't wait to try them."
"I can show you how to make them, too." he offered, excited to share a recipe with someone other than Jake.
"I'd love that!" you reached over and squeezed his forearm gently. Josh cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention as he stood up with his glass of wine.
"Before we eat, I would like to give a toast." he started. "I've always considered myself incredibly lucky for the family I was born into. There's always been so much love and support for all of us and we never went without. I never really realized that something was missing until I found this one right here." he put his hand on your shoulder, looking down at you with a loving smile. "I can't believe that you tried to surprise me with my family on Christmas Eve so we could spend the holidays together."
"Well, you also had the same idea, so the surprise didn't really work out." you scrunched your nose up with a small, embarrassed smile. Josh shook his head.
"You still managed to surprise me, believe me." his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before addressing his family again. "And that's what the holidays are all about. Family, whether blood or found, and being together with good food and good spirits. So I want to raise a toast to family, and all of us being together tonight, thanks to this little Sugar Plum Fairy. So I ask that we all raise our glasses to Family, and to our Sugar Plum."
"To Family and Sugar Plum!" the table echoed, and your face felt like it was on fire as you heard Kelly mumble something to Jake about you being another fine addition to the family after his sip of wine.
Dinner was amazing, the turkey was perfect, Sam's sweet potatoes were decadent, and Jake's mashed potatoes were perfectly seasoned and mouth watering. But the star of the show was truly the side of stuffing, Mama K being right about the extra butter. After dinner was cleaned up, everyone gathered in the living room, Ronnie stoking the fire in the fireplace while Jake and Kelly sat with a guitar and a harmonica, playing bluesy versions of classic Christmas carols.
"Hey," Josh came up behind you as you leaned agains the doorframe, his hands resting on your waist. You leaned back into his embrace, feeling the second glass of wine lulling you into a dreamy state of mind. Josh could tell by your body language, and held you closer. The spicy musk of his cologne enveloping you made you cuddle in closer.
"Hi baby." you turned your face and smiled up at him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "What are you doing?"
"Just enjoying the most perfect Christmas I've ever had." he sighed happily. "My family, my love, all in one place."
"This has been pretty amazing." you agreed. Josh swayed you gently to the beat of the music, humming softly in your ear. After a few moments, his mom called you both over into the living room and you and Josh got cuddled up amongst the family, enjoying the snowy night with the warmth of family.
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Put On Your Raincoats | Bizarre Styles (Stevens, 1981)
Some titles are purely literal. Others have depth and are chock full of meaning. The title here refers to both the work of our fashion designer heroine Vanessa Del Rio, as well as the ostensibly unusual variety of sexual activity depicted. You see, it has two meanings. Some films have titles with just one meaning, so this is a pretty good deal.
On that note, I must regrettably inform you that Del Rio does NOT wear the leopard outfit she wears on the poster in the actual movie. She does not leap around, like a leopard would. She does not make any roaring sounds or scratching motions. If these were the primary reasons you watched this movie, as they were for me, the finished product will carry a certain amount of disappointment. I can't hate any movie with Del Rio, but I must admit she's underused.
I should also note that the fashion show that the Letterboxd description suggests the movie is centred on actually comes two thirds into the runtime and lasts just a few minutes. It barely figures into the rest of the movie, which is just a loose string of sex scenes with little in the way of connective tissue. Not all pornos in the pre-gonzo era were models of narrative sturdiness. I guess the "Harem Hotline" belly dancer outfit worn by Annie Sprinkle was cute, though.
The sex scenes are also executed with little flair, aside from the cross-cutting the movie deploys in the last third, but instead serve as a catalogue of consensual kinks, depicted with enough attention that those with certain proclivities would likely find them pretty hot. It probably played better if you were jacking off in a 42nd Street theatre forty years ago than if you're trying to watch it like an actual movie in the Year of Our Lord 2023, is what I'm saying, although I did like the scene featuring the dominatrix with a thick Noo Yawk accent. And maybe a few others too, but let's keep that on the down low.
The score sounds like it has just a handful of pieces. The disparaging way to frame this is that it's repetitive. The appreciative way is that it's cohesive. Anyway, I liked the mix of funky guitar and electronic fuzz, but I admit it got a little tiring by the end of the movie.
This movie also has a lot of weird hair, from Sprinkle's bouffant do to Honey Stevens' rat tail to whatever was going on with the cockney woman. And on the male side, we get a clean shaven Ashley Moore... and it looks plain wrong. Please grow it back.
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