DrawnInTwilight

[flawlessgentlemen]

The projects that I end up doing, that I want to be involved with in any way, have always been projects that will be impactful, for the most part, to my people — to black people. To see black people in ways which you have not seen them before. So Black Panther was on my radar, and in my dreams.

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

Muppet Treasure Island (1996)

[drawnintwilight]

Hope all of you are staying safe out there! And that you haven’t driven yourself mad by staying home yet (granted, it’s probably better to hope that those around you haven’t, seeing as you’re on here....). Here, have some funny dreams to fill said boredom.

So, first one, I was at a convention. I have no idea what convention, but I know the Avengers cast was there. I can only remember back enough to know that a talk had just ended and I was off to find food. Fun part being that this was in some sort of refurbished mall crossed with an airport (as far as architecture goes) and wandered into one quick food place that I recognized (which means, yes, I’ve dreamed about eating here before). So I moseyed inside and ordered a milkshake, then sat down at a table near the window so I can watch the other convention-goers wander by. I wasn’t alone for long (if I can call it alone, there were people EVERYWHERE) as Scarlett Johansson took up the chair on my left with her lunch tray of a chicken sandwich, side salad, fries, and a drink. We ended up having a grand old time discussing everything from movie-making life to recipes on Pinterest--at which point she called the attention of someone from the table kiddie-cornered from us. Whom turned out to be Mark Ruffalo. Apparently he had some experience with pinteresting, which.... yeah, okay, I mean, I’m on there way too frequently. The conversation went on rather nicely, not that I can remember anything specific or any more topics, until Scarlett decided she was full and gave me the remaining half of her chicken sandwich before she reminded Mark that they had to get to their next pannel. So they left and I got to eat some of the chicken sandwich, which was incredibly filling.

Woke up for a bit. Apparently a thunderstorm came through in the real world, which made me grumble, roll over, and go back to sleep

And thus kicked in dream 2! This time with a friend of mine as we drove to the city. I’m pretty sure we were in NYC (but for all I know, we were in Chicago) and, oddly enough, she was the one driving (odd because she doesn’t drive in real life). Anyway, we were apparently going to a giant store (I’m talking 11 stories) dedicated to all things British. Yep, my brain created a giant British Emporium with all American tacky-tourism crap inside. We parked under the building, then wandered through the mounds of British paraphernalia (lots of Union Jacks. LOTS OF THEM). Somewhere around floor 9 was a Doctor Who section. I mean, the store was kinda cool, just insane. Once we were done there, we walked around the city a bit. My brain supplied that we were headed towards the theatre district, but somehow we ended up at the beach---like out in the Hamptons type of beach. But it was a nice beach day, so I didn’t really care how we’d gotten there. Too bad our car was back in the city...

[drawnintwilight]

Here’s a long one for you (and the reason I’m over-tired again).

So, I’d moved to a city--don’t know which or where--and my sister came to visit along with a cousin, so I showed them to a local hangout. It was a bar that the best I can describe it as being a mashup of Hipster, Old West, and Irish. Not sure how that all came together, but it did. And was kinda cool... An idea to think on later...

Anyway. Apparently by the time they’d visited, I’d made friends with the owners/workers of the place as they all knew me and my drink of choice (something that was rather like a Bellini but not necessarily as sweet). While we were at a table near the counter, and my sister was working with the waitress to find out which drinks were gluten-free (O_o), I spotted an Ex- across the room. At first I didn’t think he noticed/remembered me, but he did acknowledge me as he went to flag the bartender down. It was... anti-climactic, I guess.

After however much time there, my cousin and sister went home and I went back to my apartment (which felt like it was in Disney's version of New Orleans) and I kinda liked the layout, honestly. (Another thing to look into at a later time.)

A day or so must have passed and I found myself at the bar again, for dinner as it was still light out, and the Ex- was there again. Which led to a fuller conversation, wherein he told me that he’d quit his job. That he hadn’t been happy there and didn’t feel as though what he got from staying there was enough in exchange for his happiness. Even if he was barely bringing in $150 a month (at least, I think that’s what he’d said. I'd had drinks by that point and it was rather loud at the bar). Then he left. From the window, I saw him meet with his wife and they had a little blonde boy who happily walked between them.

I went back into the pub (for lack of a better word) and wandered upstairs, passed a room where one of the waitresses was bemoaning issues about the man in her life (he was apparently going to leave her). I guess that the waitresses kinda all lived at/near the bar in the same boarding house, think a place like on Agent Carter, because the land lady was trying to console her. I left them be and went to join the rest of the people I knew (I think the night was over and it was just workers around a table at that point, so yay for time-jumps) and someone had put out drinks for me (which I remembered the quirky name of until 10 minutes after waking), so I started on one. It turns out that my old Disney roommate was there (and maybe that’s how I had such a connection to the place) and she asked for a taste of the drink I liked so much, so I tipped some of the second glass into her cup, which everyone found amusing.

I took my time going back to my apartment, admiring the architecture and the strangeness of the building, when I ran into the landlord’s son, whom had a bone to pick with his dad over taking up the family business. Somehow I ended up following him into the offices, though I was talking with the secretary, and found out that his father was apparently Arthur Darvill. Just... Older?

And that's when I woke up, while the two were arguing business and the son’s reluctance to take up responsibility. *shrug*  

[drawnintwilight]

On today’s agenda: The reason I overslept and got stuck behind certain idiots on my way to work.

I got stuck in a dream. Not one of those panicked ones, but one that was definitely not letting me wake up to my alarms. Why? I was on holiday. In Walt Disney World, apparently. (Not that odd, I’ve had those before) This time, however, I was in the hotel room with Prince Harry and Meghan Markle and the kids. I’m not sure why they had something like three with them (one still under 6 months) outside the obvious reason of taking them to the parks. I was helping them get ready, corralling the munchkins and cooing at the smallest one which was with Prince Harry. Then we went on our way with bodyguards, whom were also carrying a big square of fabric over head for shading (since I’ve completely blanked on what those are called). On our way, they were asking advice about the parks and what to do in Animal Kingdom (all of which is, again, entirely normal as I was a CP during college). I’m not a fan of AK though, so I had to scramble to think of different things that they’d want to get in early, like the Safari or the Pandora rides. I didn’t get to finish giving ideas as a couple tourists/fellow guests were trying to approach to talk to the couple, and it was only then that I was able to sneak off and wake up. So if dreams do ever cross into reality, I hope the couple (and kids) have a fun time. Though, maybe put it off for a few months, ey?

[drawnintwilight]

So the other night I had a dream that I was helping a kiddie version of Tony Stark get ready for a costume party. It may have been Halloween, but I honestly wasn’t concerned with that. I was more focused on fighting with Howard due to the fact that Tony wanted to go (and was actively dressed up) as Cinderella. I’m not sure if I was holding the view point of Maria Stark or Ana Jarvis or Peggy Carter, but I eventually won out the argument and pulled Tony in his carriage (a red wagon) to the party with Howard trudging along behind us as the complaining prince. We met up with friends, whom had a little girl that was also dressed as Cinderella (apparently the instigator of the costume idea... might have been kiddie Pepper) that dragged Tony off to enjoy the party of children running rampant. Not long into the party, I’d been relegated to Howard Rangling and keeping him out of trouble. Not so easy when militant men showed up to take him out (yay for running standards) and then I was tearing after him to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.

[0hheytherebigbadwolf]

Merlin, but with Firefly dialogue.

[drawnintwilight]

For lack of better use...

Seeing as I’ve been crap at going on here since day 1 and I promised certain people to pull myself together; I’ve set up a determination to visit my social media websites more often. And, well, without having anything that I particularly want to deal with people about, you lot are going to be my (slightly reactive) dream diary :D Have fun. So, for the most recent: I was having fun adventuring around this little European coastal town (I think it was either England, Wales, Scotland, or Ireland. not sure which, all I know is it had HUGE slabs of rock everywhere!) as part of a tour group and at some point ended up at a cafe to eat lunch. And while I'm sitting there enjoying the view, I notice a jet sitting on a platform not far away and Ireland's Black Ops team running around getting ready for lift off. I didn't actually get to see them take off (though the men on the team were rather lovely to look at) before I headed back to my hotel near the airport, where I had a suite all to myself! It wasn't long after that when Clint Barton (Hawkeye, aka Jeremy Renner) and his wife stopped in to visit and I apparently gave them a dessert I'd picked up at the little cafe. (Their suite was above mine, sorta. More like attached to because at some point there were stairs in my suite. Their kids were asleep upstairs.) After a nice little visit, they went up and my sisters showed up with my cousin's kid to visit and pester me about when my early morning flight was, but every time I went to check they kept bothering me so I couldn't unlock my phone. This is why I wake up exhausted. I have dreams this active practically every night.

[drawnintwilight]

Clump 3 of my UK visit. The drink at the top? It’s the “All That Glitters” Bellini at the Fire Station, and talk about yummy! And the picture under it is indeed breakfast at The Breakfast Club ^_^

[drawnintwilight]

More of my visit to the UK. Had breakfast at the Duck & Waffle one day = delicious and the view was fantastic! The tea setting was from the Wolseley and those scones are seriously some of the most heavenly things I’ve ever had :D

[drawnintwilight]

Took a trip to England back in April, figured I’d post a few photos as I can’t afford to go back any time soon.. Home base was London, then we daytripped out to the Cotswolds, Leavesden Studios, Windsor, Stonehenge, and Bath. Finished the week with a viewing of “All My Sons” at the Old Vic--which was phenomenal!

[brief-shining-moment]

Colin Morgan looking deliciously fluffy and scruffy in rehearsals for All My Sons with Jenna Coleman. I CANNOT WAIT TO WATCH THIS.

Thanks to: https://www.standard.co.uk/go/london/theatre/all-my-sons-colin-morgan-sally-field-jenna-coleman-bill-pullman-pictures-rehearsal-a4097976.html

[drawnintwilight]

Going in about a week ^_^

[nature-travel-photography]

Looking upon Mt Cook, Lake Pukaki, NZ [OC] [2763x4038] - Logan8081

[playbill]

Anastasia Will End Broadway Run in March

[drawnintwilight]

Absolutely adored the show, it’s a tragedy to close so soon.

[drawnintwilight]

The Cauldron Experience - a cocktail bar in London (and New York)! Use your Potions knowledge to make some wicked tasty drinks!

[tinymintywolf]

winter is approaching, the time of year when snarts power becomes Stronger. ‘tis the season! (this scene is so iconic honestly)

oh, and you can get this on redbubble too ;)

[polandgallery]

Map of Poland (created in 1916) by Eugeniusz Romer (1871-1954)

■ PART 1: Prior to World War I, Poland was a memory, and its territory was divided among the empires of Germany, Russia and Austro-Hungary; these powers along with France and Great Britain were wrestling for dominance of the continent. The Germans dominated the resource-rich lands of Silesia and controlled the industrial centers of Posen and Breslau. Germany also controlled the port city of Danzig, known today as Gdansk, which was an important commercial center on the Baltic Sea. Russia exercised jurisdiction over Warsaw and the eastern regions of historic Poland. Austro-Hungary occupied Galicia. The area contained the culturally important city of Lviv (Lemberg) and mines and oil fields found along the Carpathian Mountains. 

■ The start of World War I reignited Polish dreams of self-determination. Two years later, in 1916, the Polish cartographer, Eugeniusz Romer (1871-1954), illustrated the rise and fall of his country in this map, pictured left, titled “History.” The map was part of his atlas known as the “Geographical and Statistical Atlas of Poland” that later helped shape Poland’s independence in 1918 and  in the Paris peace negotiations of 1919.

■ Poland will celebrate its centennial on November 11, 2018.