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y'all just glean the aura of a post from some crystals nd then interact with it based on what color you see
Bad post. Too orange. Cant believe you would say that. Smh.

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convinced no one actually reads posts on here
y'all just glean the aura of a post from some crystals nd then interact with it based on what color you see
Bad post. Too orange. Cant believe you would say that. Smh.
Leigh Bardugo asked me to draw Darlington from Ninth House! (I dropped my phone. She’s one of my all-time favourite authors). The sequel to Ninth House, HELL BENT, came out this week :)
love to think you'll never forget
Based on the fic "Hey, Potter" on ao3 by SunseticMonster that gave me so much serotonin I had a heart attack
the online popularity of classic wizards is indicative of society finally beginning to heal n recover from the Harry Potter's influence
See this? This is what peak performance looks like
− Prince − Hathor by Betty Jiang
Just some impressions from the making of Fury Road to remind you that they used as less CGI as possible. Thank you George ♥
George Miller the realest person you’re ever gonna meet.
are you fucking kidding me that was two straight hours of ACTUAL EXPLOSIONS
The best part is that, from my understanding, there were quite a few scenes where George Miller said “No this is too dangerous we’ll do this in post” and the rest of the crew was like “NO LETS DO IT NOW WE CAN DO IT”
are you telling me this was fucking cirque du soleil in the desert with fucking explosions
Tom Hardy described it as slipknot meets cirque du soleil
literally they hired cirque du soleil acrobats to get the aerial stunts right.
George Miller is like the anti-Hitchcock. Hitchcock threw lives birds at people and fucked them up and George Miller goes ‘no you can’t have people on see-saws with engines at the end going 500 miles an hour!’ and the actors are all like ‘bitch try me’.
there is cgi, and it was used to obscure the safety wires he made them use.
This movie is two hours of stunt actors having the absolute fucking time of their lives.
Balenciaga evening dress, fall/winter 1951
From Kerry Taylor Auctions
Just performed blood magic. Feeling ok
The only show based off a movie that wasn’t just good but absolutely fantastic
i know there’s more than this out there but it really is incredible that people will look at a fictional character someone else wrote and collectively say “I will write you a hundred happy endings.”
he was in the fridge!!!
ovbiously this person has done so much research and cares about their tortoise so much but…. the mf idea of having a live tortoise in a TUPPERWARE?! IN MY FRIDGE?? WITH ME FOOD? ahahahaha
the concept of opening someone else’s fridge only to find a WHOLE ASS TORTOISE in there… idk if I’d ever recover
@esperantoauthor when the food doesn’t come to Tesla, Tesla comes to the food
Reminds me of when I accidentally stumbled across this photo for the first time…
mutuals put me in your fridge
Back in 2015, I went over to a classmate’s house for group project work late in the fall, and in the middle of working on the presentation, offered to grab sodas for people but they were out of pepsi and Andrew whose house we were at said “Oh, there’s more in the basement fridge.”
So I go down to the basement, which is well-lit and finished and indeed there are more pepsi but also in the fridge is a massive tortise. This animal was the dimensions of a desktop computer and probably outweighed a labrador. It’s not moving, and is set in the middle of a plastic tray so it’s apparently supposed to be there. I go back upstairs.
“Hey Andrew.” I say, nonchalantly. “So is the tortise in the fridge down there for soup or what?”
“The what?” says the other member of the group project. I don’t remember her name, just that she always wore her hair in pigtails with butterfly clips that were based on real butterflies and she had at least a dozen species.
“Oh! No, that’s Andrew Too.” he says. “His species hibernates so he stays in the fridge for the holidays.”
“You named your tortise after you?” I ask.
“No, uh- Well, my grandfather got him in Egypt or somewhere while he was on leave during the war and He was named Andrew, so he thought it would be funny to name him ‘Andrew Too’. …Then Mom named me after him so Gandpa left me Andrew Too in his will. He’s pretty cool when he’s awake. Lets us dress him up for summer holidays, doesn’t bark.”
“Oh!” Said Butterflies. “My dad served in the Gulf War too! What unit was he in?”
“Oh no, Grandpa was with the Royal Air Force in World War Two. Andrew Too is going to be 70 this year! We’re going to make him a carrot cake!”
“is that for soup?”
“No, that’s my uncle”
Pumpkat
The reason Mel Blanc’s famous Looney Tunes screams have that distinctive echo is because Warner Bros. was too cheap to set aside any of their recording booths for cartoon dialogue. Instead, they’d take a soundstage that was currently between productions, and in between clearing out the old sets and moving in the new ones, they’d park Mel Blanc in the middle of the empty building, hang a boom mic over his head, and have him spend a day recording as much voice material as would fit on whatever leftover odds and ends of filmstock they had lying around.
I want you to picture that vast, empty, mostly darkened space, with a single point of light right in the middle of it, and in that point of light is this unassuming-looking little guy emitting a series of howling Daffy Duck screams.
Yes, monsters. You know—witches, warlocks, demons, ghouls, zombies, creatures, vampires. Monsters. MAD MONSTER PARTY? (1967) by Rankin/Bass Productions