A wealth of babes tonight, yo...
Sunday, May 29th, 2016 09:19 pm.
Eagerly awaiting tonight's Penny Dreadful. Looks like we'll get an Ethan-centric tale this time. *licks chops*
(WHEN is he gonna peel down again? I miss seeing that fine, fine hotness going about its business. *makes grabby hands*)
Also, DID YOU KNOW THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE NEW ROOTS IS ON TONIGHT??
I didn't even know they'd done a new version until a few days ago. Seriously, take a look at this:
Does that not look awesome? The guy they got to play Kinte is thirty-eight kinds of dreamy, and the production values are excellent. Am loving the fact that it looks like they're emphasizing Kinte's Muslimness, which was played down in the original series. THAT should get the wingnuts in a froth! And how perfect is casting Rhys Meyers as a slave owner? I GIVE IT A TEN THAT'S HOW PERFECT. That guy always comes off as a nasty little weasel to me. This just looks fucking great.
Did I mention that Kinte is fucking gorgeous? BECAUSE HE IS.
Eagerly awaiting tonight's Penny Dreadful. Looks like we'll get an Ethan-centric tale this time. *licks chops*
(WHEN is he gonna peel down again? I miss seeing that fine, fine hotness going about its business. *makes grabby hands*)
Also, DID YOU KNOW THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE NEW ROOTS IS ON TONIGHT??
I didn't even know they'd done a new version until a few days ago. Seriously, take a look at this:
Does that not look awesome? The guy they got to play Kinte is thirty-eight kinds of dreamy, and the production values are excellent. Am loving the fact that it looks like they're emphasizing Kinte's Muslimness, which was played down in the original series. THAT should get the wingnuts in a froth! And how perfect is casting Rhys Meyers as a slave owner? I GIVE IT A TEN THAT'S HOW PERFECT. That guy always comes off as a nasty little weasel to me. This just looks fucking great.
Did I mention that Kinte is fucking gorgeous? BECAUSE HE IS.
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Your Picture Queen returns, with more grabs from that MoP video...

( Oh, Josh baby...yeah, just like that... )
Enjoy!
Your Picture Queen returns, with more grabs from that MoP video...

Enjoy!
Picspam time...
Tuesday, August 25th, 2015 10:55 pm.
It occurs to me it's time for me to fulfill my duties as Picture Queen. So herewith you'll find, in no particular order, a set of photos that Josh did for Marc O' Polo, which is either a scent or a designer label, take your pic. I certainly can't tell from the pictures, and who cares anyway because...

( Yeah. That's what I said... )
So there you have them. A nice late night platter of Food For Thought.
You're welcome.
And sweet dreams...
It occurs to me it's time for me to fulfill my duties as Picture Queen. So herewith you'll find, in no particular order, a set of photos that Josh did for Marc O' Polo, which is either a scent or a designer label, take your pic. I certainly can't tell from the pictures, and who cares anyway because...

So there you have them. A nice late night platter of Food For Thought.
You're welcome.
And sweet dreams...
Well, you know, there's Gray and there's Gray
Monday, August 3rd, 2015 11:14 am.
Here's a rather stupid and filthy idea, but I thought those of you who've been squeeing here might find it amusing...
( Alternative Casting Game! )
Here's a rather stupid and filthy idea, but I thought those of you who've been squeeing here might find it amusing...
A special Midnight Media Cafe at noon
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 09:58 am.
Because FUCK ME.
Tom Cruise and Jimmy Fallon
IN
The Most Epic Lip Sync Battle EVAH
Jesus. Holy Fucking GODDESS. Ridin' a fucking tomato here.
Look, I'm as wary of King Tom as the next gal. He's gotten seriously fucking psycho over the years, in a heartbreaking kinda way for me, at least.
But fuck ME. He can still bring the sex when he wants to. I thought this might be cute and I ended up on my knees licking the fucking screen.
Oh, hot sexy not-at-all-insane little wolverine, where did you go? Why did you abandon us?
We miss you so - that jaw and that neck and those thighs and those laser eyes and that golden skin and most of all, that utter fucking assurance that we would come like rockets after just five minutes with your fine, fine ass. You were a brutal slam of sex that nevertheless fit like a glove, and for a while, the whole world stood in your shadow, hypnotized by that relentless grin.
Mmm. It's nice to see you again, Majesty, even if only for a moment. You're one of my favorite cinema phantasms, and I'll always have time for a good wank with you.
.
Because FUCK ME.
Tom Cruise and Jimmy Fallon
IN
The Most Epic Lip Sync Battle EVAH
Jesus. Holy Fucking GODDESS. Ridin' a fucking tomato here.
Look, I'm as wary of King Tom as the next gal. He's gotten seriously fucking psycho over the years, in a heartbreaking kinda way for me, at least.
But fuck ME. He can still bring the sex when he wants to. I thought this might be cute and I ended up on my knees licking the fucking screen.
Oh, hot sexy not-at-all-insane little wolverine, where did you go? Why did you abandon us?
We miss you so - that jaw and that neck and those thighs and those laser eyes and that golden skin and most of all, that utter fucking assurance that we would come like rockets after just five minutes with your fine, fine ass. You were a brutal slam of sex that nevertheless fit like a glove, and for a while, the whole world stood in your shadow, hypnotized by that relentless grin.
Mmm. It's nice to see you again, Majesty, even if only for a moment. You're one of my favorite cinema phantasms, and I'll always have time for a good wank with you.
.
He turns then, and his eyes burn...
Thursday, July 16th, 2015 12:40 pm.
Thank you all so much for your lovely feedback. Things are jumping a bit here at home, so I'm backed up on answering, but know that not only are you guys making me feel terrifically happy, but you're also feeding my Muse, who is sticking His hand down my pants as He whispers more ideas, images, and lovely luscious plot threads. As always, I can't make specific promises, but this really doesn't seem to be letting up. I haven't spent this much time sitting on sliced tomatoes in years.
BIG MASSIVE HUGS. And I promise to reply. Really. Just...
Mmm, stop that.
No way...
Yeah...gotta go. Talk amongst yourselves.
P.S. Can anyone point me to a good resource for getting an idea of the layout of O'Hare Airport, and maybe some pictures of the interior?
Thank you all so much for your lovely feedback. Things are jumping a bit here at home, so I'm backed up on answering, but know that not only are you guys making me feel terrifically happy, but you're also feeding my Muse, who is sticking His hand down my pants as He whispers more ideas, images, and lovely luscious plot threads. As always, I can't make specific promises, but this really doesn't seem to be letting up. I haven't spent this much time sitting on sliced tomatoes in years.
BIG MASSIVE HUGS. And I promise to reply. Really. Just...
Mmm, stop that.
No way...
Yeah...gotta go. Talk amongst yourselves.
P.S. Can anyone point me to a good resource for getting an idea of the layout of O'Hare Airport, and maybe some pictures of the interior?
Sleepless - C/Z, R
Monday, July 13th, 2015 10:30 pm.
Yes, it's another. No, I'm not stopping. OMFG.
I'm not sure if this is preslash. What do you think?
Sleepless
by Serai
( Casey never thought a night could be this long... )
Chapter 9 of High Contrast
Chapter 10
Yes, it's another. No, I'm not stopping. OMFG.
I'm not sure if this is preslash. What do you think?
Sleepless
by Serai
Chapter 9 of High Contrast
Chapter 10
Back to waiting tables...
Tuesday, July 7th, 2015 12:43 pm.
Watched August last night. Uh...yeah. Seems Josh has been wilding on camera for a while now. Mm, mm, mm. Yummy, yummy man.
I'm getting a little jumpy at the way sex scenes are just THROWN at you these days, though. There doesn't seem to be a lot of buildup anymore. Two characters are having a conversation and then BAM, they're rutting like crazed animals. It's a bit...abrupt. I'm not exactly complaining - the slam of erotic energy I got when the film cut from a sexy look to full-on FUCKING!!! was certainly enjoyable. I'm just glad nobody else was in the room, because I made a pretty bizarre sound when that happened, LOL.
The film itself was surprisingly good. It's one of those Some Guy indie films, like Thumbsucker. Some Guy (or Some Gal) films don't really have plots so much as they have spans. Here's a guy, here's where he works, here are the people he knows. He goes places, he talks to people, things happen, and then it's over, but you haven't necessarily gone any great distance. They don't have plotting in the classic film sense, and they depend on the characters' ability to engage the audience, so the actors are really important.
This one is about a Zuckerberg type who runs a start-up, and right from the get-go I was rooting for him to get a massive bitchslap. Wow, he is a shit. And Josh played it beautifully, all smug manipulation and manic narcissism, spouting off that terminally annoying techie nonsense as if it actually meant something. Gods, the self-stroking horseshit was astounding. I wonder how hard Josh had to work to learn those lines, because there is absolutely NOTHING to hang your understanding on unless you actually do that kind of work. He might as well have been speaking in numbers: "Nine fifty seven eight hundred thousand? ZERO FOURTY NINE AZIMUTH MILLION SQUARE ROOT SKEWEY, ASSHOLE!!!" It really did sound like that - just mouthfuls of hot air, but he rattled it off like every word had import. That's something I really admire in good actors - their ability to inject real meaning into things they might not understand at all. I guess those "recite the alphabet as if you were breaking up with your girlfriend" theater games really do pay off.
( SPOILERS )
Yeah, this is one I'd definitely recommend if you're looking for things he's been in. It's a tour-de-force, too - he's in every single scene. The movie is completely about him, and yet it never really enters him. I mean, it's not terribly hard to figure this guy out, but he never gets explained. Know what I mean? I don't know if the filmmakers actually want to you to sympathize with him or not; it's really hard to say. But I enjoyed it, and I think you will, too.
P.S. The character's name is Tom Sterling. I find that incredibly funny, myself. It's a name seemingly crafted to put across every bit of his egocentrism and superficial charm.
Watched August last night. Uh...yeah. Seems Josh has been wilding on camera for a while now. Mm, mm, mm. Yummy, yummy man.
I'm getting a little jumpy at the way sex scenes are just THROWN at you these days, though. There doesn't seem to be a lot of buildup anymore. Two characters are having a conversation and then BAM, they're rutting like crazed animals. It's a bit...abrupt. I'm not exactly complaining - the slam of erotic energy I got when the film cut from a sexy look to full-on FUCKING!!! was certainly enjoyable. I'm just glad nobody else was in the room, because I made a pretty bizarre sound when that happened, LOL.
The film itself was surprisingly good. It's one of those Some Guy indie films, like Thumbsucker. Some Guy (or Some Gal) films don't really have plots so much as they have spans. Here's a guy, here's where he works, here are the people he knows. He goes places, he talks to people, things happen, and then it's over, but you haven't necessarily gone any great distance. They don't have plotting in the classic film sense, and they depend on the characters' ability to engage the audience, so the actors are really important.
This one is about a Zuckerberg type who runs a start-up, and right from the get-go I was rooting for him to get a massive bitchslap. Wow, he is a shit. And Josh played it beautifully, all smug manipulation and manic narcissism, spouting off that terminally annoying techie nonsense as if it actually meant something. Gods, the self-stroking horseshit was astounding. I wonder how hard Josh had to work to learn those lines, because there is absolutely NOTHING to hang your understanding on unless you actually do that kind of work. He might as well have been speaking in numbers: "Nine fifty seven eight hundred thousand? ZERO FOURTY NINE AZIMUTH MILLION SQUARE ROOT SKEWEY, ASSHOLE!!!" It really did sound like that - just mouthfuls of hot air, but he rattled it off like every word had import. That's something I really admire in good actors - their ability to inject real meaning into things they might not understand at all. I guess those "recite the alphabet as if you were breaking up with your girlfriend" theater games really do pay off.
Yeah, this is one I'd definitely recommend if you're looking for things he's been in. It's a tour-de-force, too - he's in every single scene. The movie is completely about him, and yet it never really enters him. I mean, it's not terribly hard to figure this guy out, but he never gets explained. Know what I mean? I don't know if the filmmakers actually want to you to sympathize with him or not; it's really hard to say. But I enjoyed it, and I think you will, too.
P.S. The character's name is Tom Sterling. I find that incredibly funny, myself. It's a name seemingly crafted to put across every bit of his egocentrism and superficial charm.
Dazzled by skin and trembling breath
Saturday, July 4th, 2015 03:27 pm.
So I just started watching Penny Dreadful and holy fucking Goddess, WHEN did Josh Hartnett get so unbe-fucking-lievably SEXY? Seriously, the man has me drooling. When did this even happen??
I have to confess that I haven't really thought about him in a long time, as he fell off my radar with that painful Wicker Park atrocity. I knew he was out there making movies, but after that debacle, I'd kinda written him off. Which worked out just fine, because now I get to be LAID OUT FLAT by what he's turned into. He's not pretty anymore - now he's interesting, a quality worth far more in an actor. As Valentine Michael might say, he's growing into his own face. It's a wonderful thing to see.
Plus, you know, there's all that fucking SKIN.
Blessed Aphrodite - I never thought I'd get to see this guy's body. Did you notice how for a long while he almost never even took his shirt off for the camera? Now this series keeps throwing these lush sex scenes into the mix, and I'm lying in a pool of sliced tomatoes. (Because you better believe I'm watching this thing in bed.) Wow, his body is beautiful. And he's photographed beautifully, as well. He's definitely the sex object in this series. Considering how much this show has to do with hunger and vampires and devouring, it's almost impossible not to see those scenes as a decadent feast laid out for us. Here you go, ladies - hot, sweet, and juicy. Eat your fill. Oh, I get trembly just thinking about it.
And I'll tell you, I never thought I'd see Josh Hartnett taking another man. OH HOLY BITCH GODDESS. I was hyperventilating, I swear. So fucking hot, but of course the scene didn't go anywhere near far enough - they chickened out and left the guys shirtless and playing tonsil hockey. HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK. But I have hopes we'll see more; I'm only on the sixth episode and I really don't see any indication that sex will be put on the back burner.
Oh my. Just...oh my. What an amazing, lovely, kindling surprise this is turning out to be. The fact that it's just a damn good series all around is icing on the cake, frankly, since I'm so dazzled by what's happened to him. So just assume that I'm rattling off a list of every word for "fucking HOT" you've ever heard. Because I am, at full volume.
Our Zekey Boy's all grown up.
P.S. Here is my theory about the brontosaurus: Ethan Chandler is a werewolf. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. I don't want to hear if I'm right or not. I just wanted to say it, because I am So. Looking. Forward. to his transformation. So if I'm wrong, let me be disappointed on my own.
But I don't think I'm wrong.
ETA: HA. I knew it!
So I just started watching Penny Dreadful and holy fucking Goddess, WHEN did Josh Hartnett get so unbe-fucking-lievably SEXY? Seriously, the man has me drooling. When did this even happen??
I have to confess that I haven't really thought about him in a long time, as he fell off my radar with that painful Wicker Park atrocity. I knew he was out there making movies, but after that debacle, I'd kinda written him off. Which worked out just fine, because now I get to be LAID OUT FLAT by what he's turned into. He's not pretty anymore - now he's interesting, a quality worth far more in an actor. As Valentine Michael might say, he's growing into his own face. It's a wonderful thing to see.
Plus, you know, there's all that fucking SKIN.
Blessed Aphrodite - I never thought I'd get to see this guy's body. Did you notice how for a long while he almost never even took his shirt off for the camera? Now this series keeps throwing these lush sex scenes into the mix, and I'm lying in a pool of sliced tomatoes. (Because you better believe I'm watching this thing in bed.) Wow, his body is beautiful. And he's photographed beautifully, as well. He's definitely the sex object in this series. Considering how much this show has to do with hunger and vampires and devouring, it's almost impossible not to see those scenes as a decadent feast laid out for us. Here you go, ladies - hot, sweet, and juicy. Eat your fill. Oh, I get trembly just thinking about it.
And I'll tell you, I never thought I'd see Josh Hartnett taking another man. OH HOLY BITCH GODDESS. I was hyperventilating, I swear. So fucking hot, but of course the scene didn't go anywhere near far enough - they chickened out and left the guys shirtless and playing tonsil hockey. HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK. But I have hopes we'll see more; I'm only on the sixth episode and I really don't see any indication that sex will be put on the back burner.
Oh my. Just...oh my. What an amazing, lovely, kindling surprise this is turning out to be. The fact that it's just a damn good series all around is icing on the cake, frankly, since I'm so dazzled by what's happened to him. So just assume that I'm rattling off a list of every word for "fucking HOT" you've ever heard. Because I am, at full volume.
Our Zekey Boy's all grown up.
P.S. Here is my theory about the brontosaurus: Ethan Chandler is a werewolf. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. I don't want to hear if I'm right or not. I just wanted to say it, because I am So. Looking. Forward. to his transformation. So if I'm wrong, let me be disappointed on my own.
But I don't think I'm wrong.
ETA: HA. I knew it!
...The mares and jennies danced at his approach, and the nesting robins left their hatchlings to gaze down upon his passing form... - Echo and Narcissus (my version)
Have been watching The X-Files the last couple of weeks, and this afternoon am watching Red Shoe Diaries, and DAMN. I had almost forgotten how beautiful David Duchovny was back then. I still find him hot, but for a while now he's been dumpy for his role in Californication, and though he continues to be handsome in that puzzled, scholarly way, back in the early 90s he had this contemplative silence in his eyes that made him irresistible. Along with that yummy mouth and nicely cut bod...oh, my. (Don't believe me? Then check out this post from 2005: Duchovny and Wirth get hot and sweaty. Mmmm...MANFLESH.)
Plus he could pull off snark like no one else. You know, there's nothing quite as sexy as a really well-educated smartass.

*fans self*
Have been watching The X-Files the last couple of weeks, and this afternoon am watching Red Shoe Diaries, and DAMN. I had almost forgotten how beautiful David Duchovny was back then. I still find him hot, but for a while now he's been dumpy for his role in Californication, and though he continues to be handsome in that puzzled, scholarly way, back in the early 90s he had this contemplative silence in his eyes that made him irresistible. Along with that yummy mouth and nicely cut bod...oh, my. (Don't believe me? Then check out this post from 2005: Duchovny and Wirth get hot and sweaty. Mmmm...MANFLESH.)
Plus he could pull off snark like no one else. You know, there's nothing quite as sexy as a really well-educated smartass.

*fans self*
Midnight Media Cafe - Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
Saturday, August 28th, 2010 07:44 pm.
Calling all book geeks!
Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury - Rachel Bloom
...I'll feed you grapes and dandelion wine
And we'll read a little Fahrenheit 69...
A saucy paean to the greatest sci-fi writer in history.
They say being a geek is sexy these days. If this video is anything to go by, it seems they're right!
Download the .mp3 here.
Calling all book geeks!
Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury - Rachel Bloom
...I'll feed you grapes and dandelion wine
And we'll read a little Fahrenheit 69...
A saucy paean to the greatest sci-fi writer in history.
They say being a geek is sexy these days. If this video is anything to go by, it seems they're right!
Download the .mp3 here.
Midnight Media Cafe - Cancion del Mariachi
Saturday, May 8th, 2010 10:37 pm.
Cancion del Mariachi - Antonio Banderas and Los Lobos
From the soundtrack to the film Desperado
Soy un hombre muy honrado,
Que me gusta lo mejor
Las mujeres no me faltan,
Ni el dinero, ni el amor
( Jineteando en mi caballo... )
Antonio does have a lovely singing voice, besides being very sexy. You know what's funny about Antonio? Before he came to America, his career in Spain consisted mostly of playing very nerdy Woody Allen-type guys. Always with the glasses and not knowing how to handle women. Then he gets here and is instantly cast as the Latin Lover type. I guess irony can be pretty ironic.
And how about the decor in that bar? They must have a hell of an electric bill!
Cancion del Mariachi - Antonio Banderas and Los Lobos
From the soundtrack to the film Desperado
Soy un hombre muy honrado,
Que me gusta lo mejor
Las mujeres no me faltan,
Ni el dinero, ni el amor
And how about the decor in that bar? They must have a hell of an electric bill!
Midnight Media Cafe - Sweet Transvestite
Tuesday, April 6th, 2010 12:10 am.
Having posted that vid of Tim Curry singing a few days back, how could I not put this up?
Sweet Transvestite - Tim Curry
From The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Oh my, Mr. Tim. I caught my first sight of him in his debut role during the general release of RHPS, the summer of 1975. Before anyone knew about it but the folks who'd seen the stage show, long before it hit the midnight screenings. No one knew what to make of this film, and it bombed. The three or four times I got to see it with my two best friends, there was almost nobody in the theater with us.
But we were enchanted. I was in my mid-teens, sheltered and naive, and that creature up there hit me in the naughty bits like a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick, to quote Douglas Adams. What little I'd known about this sort of gender-bending strangeness was vague and shadowy. (My parents were theater people, and their attitude towards such things was not exactly negative, more amused and eye-rolling.) So I was really pretty unprepared for...that. I'd never seen anything like him, never even imagined anything like him.
And did he warp my little mind? You bet your ass he did. He ruined me for any kind of straight, "normal" sexuality. It's not just that he was strange and half-and-half and vaguely threatening, but that he was so beautiful. Look at his face on the word "tension" - he's like a cut jewel, glittering and lazy and inviting. His loose-limbed confidence and candy-coated arrogance; the haughty, laughing hunger like a cat enjoying a mouse's fascination; and the strength of his body combined with that catlike hip movement as he gets up from that chair - all of that burrowed into me like a drill, and I was never the same again. It's still one of sexiest, if not the sexiest, male performance I've ever seen, and I never get enough of watching it.
All hail Dr. Frank N. Furter, the hottest alien ever to land on our benighted little world! Don't dream it, be it, you exhorted us. Amen.
Off to bed, says my shoulder. Ah well, at least there'll be sweet dreams...
Having posted that vid of Tim Curry singing a few days back, how could I not put this up?
Sweet Transvestite - Tim Curry
From The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Oh my, Mr. Tim. I caught my first sight of him in his debut role during the general release of RHPS, the summer of 1975. Before anyone knew about it but the folks who'd seen the stage show, long before it hit the midnight screenings. No one knew what to make of this film, and it bombed. The three or four times I got to see it with my two best friends, there was almost nobody in the theater with us.
But we were enchanted. I was in my mid-teens, sheltered and naive, and that creature up there hit me in the naughty bits like a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick, to quote Douglas Adams. What little I'd known about this sort of gender-bending strangeness was vague and shadowy. (My parents were theater people, and their attitude towards such things was not exactly negative, more amused and eye-rolling.) So I was really pretty unprepared for...that. I'd never seen anything like him, never even imagined anything like him.
And did he warp my little mind? You bet your ass he did. He ruined me for any kind of straight, "normal" sexuality. It's not just that he was strange and half-and-half and vaguely threatening, but that he was so beautiful. Look at his face on the word "tension" - he's like a cut jewel, glittering and lazy and inviting. His loose-limbed confidence and candy-coated arrogance; the haughty, laughing hunger like a cat enjoying a mouse's fascination; and the strength of his body combined with that catlike hip movement as he gets up from that chair - all of that burrowed into me like a drill, and I was never the same again. It's still one of sexiest, if not the sexiest, male performance I've ever seen, and I never get enough of watching it.
All hail Dr. Frank N. Furter, the hottest alien ever to land on our benighted little world! Don't dream it, be it, you exhorted us. Amen.
Off to bed, says my shoulder. Ah well, at least there'll be sweet dreams...