He's A Monstrous Heartless Villain To YOU. He's A Pinup Girl To Me

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I love these polls. But this feels like a weird and uncomfortable time to continue them. While we are in the process of deciding whether or not to give fascism unlimited power in the greatest military power currently on the planet, these posts feel uncomfortably out of touch with the existential threat facing all of humanity. I cannot enjoy voting in silly polls when I know that all of humankind faces the threat of extermination.

When we can return to a less horrifying reality, I would enjoy revisiting these polls. At the moment, to continue them feels like a cruel celebration of privilege from those who are insulated from the most extreme consequences of current proposed policies. It is hard to think of what level of inhumanity is necessary to continue laughing in the face of so much world-wide horror.

Of course you don't have to stay, and I won't begrudge you at all for going. But there's one point of yours here I feel is worth discussing, and it's your last one: laughing in the face of world-wide horror.

There is a difference between laughing at horrifying things and taking a break to laugh. In a world that is horrifying—and, to be honest, has been horrifying since this blog began, and long before then, and will be after it's done—you need to laugh to keep your endurance. I mean that every step of the way. You will not be able to keep fighting for the people who need your help, including yourself, if you don't give yourself a break and let yourself have joy and silliness in little dollops on the regular.

In my real life, when I'm not posting hot silly people on the hot silly people blog, I try to find ways to help change the world for the better. I've been trying for a while. And one of the key things I've learned in that while is that having a little fun and silliness does not dilute the work of making the world better—it gives you the fuel to keep doing it. Your human brain and body need a muchness. They need joy and sorrow and work and rest and laughter to keep going—and before you say, that's a privilege! yes, in today's broken world it often is. It should not be one. It is a right. You have the right to find spots of joy, silliness, time off from the world.

Stuff sucks right now, but taking ten minutes off to let yourself rest is not going to contribute to the end of the world. We need to rest and laugh if we want to keep going. I've always said this is a silly blog, and I maintain that yes! it is silly, it is pointless, this is nothing big at all. Nothing here has any consequence. And that can be a small good thing at the end of the day. It doesn't mean the big stuff doesn't matter if we have the small stuff too. We can have both. We need both.

I hope you find peace, wherever you are.

death machine x wrecking ball (SPOILERS)

Have to put this down now or I'll never stop futzing with it... I do enjoy watching his slimy little ass get beat over and over though

the garment

What do we think this thing is that Tucker Cleveland wears under his exterminator coverall? It looks like something knitted with white yarn and covered in orange paint, maybe intended to look like rusty chainmail?

too, too gorgeous.

Brad Dourif and Marya Small on set for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, 1975.

Okay, so...

Brad's character in Istanbul? Not a good dude, in general. I get it. But...

BUT-

God DAMN—

He's SO—

GOSH DARN FUCKING—

GORGEOUS 😭❤️

(the gifs and most of the pics are probably thanks to @exdeputysonso the absolute treasure)

We only have 2 types (in reviews of the "Istanbul" 1985):

There’s a high-quality face smoosh in Death Machine too, AND a face-grabby kiss in Spontaneous Combustion!

I get it… I really do

Pictures of people smooshing Brad’s face. He’s got a smooshable face.