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sillywhims:

Got around to buying little canvas boards from Michael’s Crafts. I like working small with paintings, believe it or not.

These are 2x2”, done in craft acrylics. Photo refs used for lighting purposes.

I used pins to paint a lot of the little deets.

sillywhims:

Rarely do I remember the first time I saw a movie. But I certainly remember the first time I saw Little Shop of Horrors…It was Thanksgiving in the early 90s at my grandparent’s house. I didn’t catch the whole thing (mainly from when Audrey got attacked onward). But it led to me having one of the worst nightmares I’ve ever had.
In the nightmare, my mom and I were watching tv on the couch (a nightly ritual back then), with my dog Belle on the floor beside us. I look past my mom, down the hallway to her bedroom door. I see it creak open and vines starting to come out. Audrey II starts creeping into the living room. It ends up squishing my dog, and then goes and eats my mom, right before my eyes. I woke up after that, because I certainly didn’t wanna stick around to see if I was next on the menu.

For the longest time, I put off seeing the movie again because I thought it was a straight-up horror film. Until I finally got the guts to see it again. My dad got me the VHS at an old video store (bah, I forget the name! Began with an ‘s’) and so I watched it from the beginning. And then I watched it again. And then again…and again…

It was a pretty bad obsession. Of course nobody at school cared about it, but that didn’t stop me from geeking out about it to them.

Btw, it wasn’t until recently that it hit me that Audrey II came to earth on September 23rd (my birthday!!!)

…..ANYWAY.

I never did fanart of this movie so I fixed that! Lemme say that green is a pain in the ass to work with! The slightest change in hue and it changes the entire look.

PS: I prefer the good ending.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via vanished)

Here I am writing because well what else do you do in a situation like this. A man I loved, loved from afar, but loved none the less has died. I never met him and it would be unfair to say I knew him. I wanted to be like him for so many reasons his calm collected wit, the coolness and ease with which he did everything even take about his hardship. There were many things I like about him but I did not have in me, his ability for negative thinking for one. He made me laugh many times and cry a few. Since his most recent book, Half-Empty, which I Liked but not as much as I loved him, I’d been pacing, mentally mostly. I was waiting for his next word. He went on the Daily Show and talked about the practical considerations of losing him arm, then something he had escaped. He looked beautiful and brave as always. I thought then, mistakenly that he had passed through and come out relatively unscathed. I thought that he like many people needed to be through with something before they could go about revealing what it meant to them in earnest. Then This American Life, the place where I first heard David, released audio of their live show Invisible Made Visible. I cried then for David for the lose of his arm and for he beauty and courage of his dancing which I could not see, but knew nonetheless. Even though I had been fooled before I once again assumed that the taking of his arm meant the saving of his life. Of course I found out this week that I was wrong. I can’t help but be sad for all that did not come to pass, but I’m thankful the he wrote and spoke what he dd.

usclibraries:

The Los Angeles River at the present-day site of Griffith Park, circa 1898.

life:

July 17, 1955: Disneyland opens

Pictured: Night view of Disneyland and the Sleeping Beauty’s castle with fireworks exploding over it, people watching silhouetted against light.

usclibraries:

Scenes from Disneyland’s opening day on July 17, 1955.

Bad Animation is upsetting, even if Gif form. 

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hedda-hopper:

Ginger Rogers, We’re in the Money, Gold Diggers of 1933 (Warner Brothers, 1933), music by Harry Warren, lyrics by Al Dubin

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