John-murdoch - I Lost The Way To Shell Beach - Tumblr Blog

I think I might eventually nuke this blog. If I do, this post will stand as a way for people to know this isn't an ageless porn bot. Maybe I'll make a sideblog and let that run things for awhile

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It was hotter at the bar cuddling and snuggling. He was oddly less attractive naked than he was fully clothed. I wished he was a woman and wished I was home and wished he would dick me down hard and fast and I wished we could just cuddle. He was perfectly obediant, and painfully handsome and I wish I wanted him

Marius Goring as Conductor 71 A Matter of Life and Death (1946) dir. Emeric Pressburger, Michael Powell

I've been at work for 28 hours with 20 left to go. My partner's in taking a shower and blasting a yeehaw cover of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. My boss is at his desk snoring loud enough to make his keyboard rattle. His partner is changing and washing his uniform for the 3rd time in 4 hours. Who knows why. I haven't left this building since I walked in 28 hours ago.

I can see his face. I can feel his hair. I can hear his grandma's screams. I can smell his brains. The memories of him are as sticky as his blood.

How much water will it take to wash them away?

*shitty John Malkovich impression* I was promised full frontal Alan Rickman, and while I did technically recieve that, the actual product was blurry, low res, and shot from a coward's distance. When I treat myself to rare sights such as these, I would very much like to /see/ the stunning vistas I am promised.

There's a special intimacy in sliding an arm around someone's waist between layers of clothing. Like, under a jacket but over a shirt or vest.

Brown eyes are really nice. Light brown looking so warm and golden, lightly toasted. The mystery box that is hazel where you never know if you'll get flecks of green or grey or tawny or black. That brown so dark where the only color you can see is a red glow when the light shines through. Those brown eyes with those remarkble streaks and structures. The brown eyes that don't seem to let light escape, almost 2 dimentional looking. The way a brown eyed person can have hair the exact same shade naturally. Love all of it, tbh

A 20 year old dog was put to sleep yesterday. It was peaceful, easy, and in the arms of the man who loved her and raised her since he was a boy and she wasn't yet weaned. She was so beautiful.

*me, watching Russell Crowe as Ben Wade in the sorely underrated 3:10 to Yuma (2007), frantically rapping on the screen and pointing like the worst toddler at the aquarium, yelling* Gender! Down to clown murder man! Bisexual king! #goals!

I'm not like other girls. They just wanna fuck Clancy Brown.

I'm going to Dom him.

James Spader is the business formal Peter Lorre

We knew he was dead. You could tell from the road. It was work to get him out. "Take your time," my partner said, "There's no rush." He cradled the man's head so carefully as we worked him free. "No rush, no rush. There's time to do right by him."

D'Arcy Carden is so beautiful oh my god

I went to the gym for the first time yesterday. I am fitness.

That cut away in Sexy Beast of Ian McShane getting railed in the shower, throwing his head back in slow motion as water flies off his dark curls, his face contorted in pain and pleasure and his mouth crying out in his ecstasy

No matter where life goes, I hope it never takes me to a place where I don't cry and occasionally sob at The Man in the Hat.

Greg Davies 100% has a degradation kink