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In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. Violence makes the homoeroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability. By

Brintnall, Kent L.; Tarantino’s incarnational theology: Reservoir Dogs, crucifixions and spectacular violence  (via ramsayosbolton)

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wastelandbabe:

lomticks-of-toast:

vuitos:

I saw this cute girl at a coffee shop sitting all alone and I came up to her and asked her what she was drinking she told me “That’s none of your business” bitch I was trying to be fucking romantic and find love at a coffee shop

Fuck you and your fucking coffee

GIRL DRINKING COFFEE ALONE MUST NEED MAN

I WILL BE THAT MAN

I WILL BE HERO

GIRL REJECT ME

GIRL HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THAT

GIRL IS BITCH AND I HATE HER

I AM ROMANTIC WHY GIRLS NOT LOVE ME

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