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alto-angel

everyone who reblogs this gets a hamilton bootleg in their inbox

because this fandom doesn’t have enough bootleg circulation!

(details about the video, if anyone cares: it’s an edit of the OBC, so it’s all the best bootleg footage, including proshot, edited together, with the cast recording over it (though it includes live audio like Pippa’s sceam/gasp, etc.)—so it’s not technically a live bootleg, but it’s the closest thing we’re gonna get to a professionally shot video)

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inoccuity

I wanna hold your hand and wear your sweaters. I wanna go to coffee shops and stare at your smile. I wanna go to art museums and have you kiss me between the paintings. I wanna take polaroids of us, of you, I want us to be art

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iloveabunchofmovies

A Talking CAT!?! Reasons you need to see this masterpiece:

It’s called “A Talking CAT!?!”
For a while you think, “That cat’s not gonna talk,” and then that cat totally talks.
Look up. Look at that image. Look at those exclamation points. Do you see those? There are eight exclamation points. And EIGHT IS ENOUGH!
When Duffy the talking cat (played by Squeaky the non-talking cat and voiced by Julia Roberts drunk brother) talks, he suddenly grows a little superimposed cartoon mouth that isn’t even the same shape as a cat’s mouth
A scene in a house, followed by a full minute of establishing shots of forests and beaches, followed by another scene in the same house with no clear passage of time. Why were we looking at the Vancouver wilderness for a minute? MOVIE MAGIC!
Sorry, did I say “a” scene like that? I meant “at least a dozen”.
Shooting day for night. Why wait for the sun to go down when you can just tint everything blue in post-production? Bonus: The red laser pointer they use to guide the cat is even more visible in the “dark.”
Poorly acted, meandering conversations that provide no new information. (All of them.)
Poorly acted, meandering monologues that provide no new information. (Most of the time when someone in this movie is talking, no one else is in the room.)
A soundtrack that sounds like the DEMO feature on a cheap keyboard, but without the soul.
There’s a bland reggae version of “The Itsy-Bitsy Spider” that plays over the ending credits for no reason. I’m not making up any of this, by the way.
Movement between locations is never implied. You get the complete journey every time. If someone walks upstairs, you’re there for every single unhurried step.
Romance!?! I guess!?!
A cavernous mansion where every other line is drowned in echos.
Do you like swimming pools? So does the screenwriter.
Not one frame of film left on the cutting room floor. If they pointed a camera at something, you’re going to see it. Probably several times. I hope you like watching cats go through doors.
“And introducing Daniel Dannas”
Magic collar in the woods!
Magic computer software that lets you scan clothing with a high-tech scanner that’s definitely not a cheap reading light and then it tells you how to dress, but apparently it doesn’t remind you to button your shirt so your belly doesn’t peek out.
Two identical laptops that look less like real computers and more like they were swiped from an Ikea display.
Hey, can I swim in your pool?
Reminder after reminder after reminder that you could be watching a good Humphrey Bogart movie instead of watching A Talking Cat!?!
A slowly moving car that makes noises like a fast car. What a maniac that driver is!
Spoiler: The cat gets hit by the crazy driver, leaving him in critical condition. Apparently cats who are in critical condition after being slammed by a speeding car look just like regular, healthy cats, only they have a single strip of gauze haphazardly thrown on their head.

I can’t remember the last movie I watched that was this much fun. I give it nine lives out of nine. Two paws up. It’s the talking cat’s pajamas.

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niuniente

Black Cryptid

Source: twitter.com

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Eton’s Scarf

After knitting many scarves, sweaters, and wristwarmers, I have a collection of teeny half skeins lying around. I’ve decided to use up my scrap yarn to make an awesome gradient scarf based on a simple pattern that really lets the yarn shine. Hope you like it :)

Materials

Yarn: Variety of worsted weight wool, alpaca, and mixed yarns

Needles: Size 6 (4mm)

Dimensions: Approximately 6 inches wide. Recommended length: 5 feet.

Pattern

Cast on 32 stitches. You can make the scarf narrower/wider by using another number that is divisible by 4.

Slip the first stitch of every row. Slip knitwise if it’s a knit stitch and slip purlwise if it’s a purl stitch.

Rows 1-4: (K2, P2) – repeat til end of row.

Rows 5-6: (P2, K2) – repeat til end of row.

Rows 7-8: (K2, P2) - repeat til end of row.

Rows 9-10: (P2, K2) - repeat til end of row.

Repeat rows 7-8 and 9-10 until happy with length of scarf.

At end of scarf, add 4 rows of Rows 7-8 to create a ribbed pattern to match the beginning of the scarf.

Notes

Knit fabric tends to stretch a little after washing. Depending on your yarn, it can stretch a couple of inches to several inches. Please keep this in mind when determining the length you knit!

When starting a new color, replace first row of pattern with all knit stitches to create nice seam between colors.

Pretty simple, eh? It makes for some great train knitting while listening to music or podcasts.

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deeabllo

life rules

- you are never as awkward as you think you are - you are never as annoying as you think you are - you are never as boring as you think you are - your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are - you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for - chin up, dude

#i needed this today

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ateacherwhogames

www.google.com

Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe?

Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity.

Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens.

couragemadnessfriendshiplove

Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL

OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY

Oh my God so I typed ‘Shakespeare’ and Shakespeare butted in and wrote ‘The lovely and handsome Shakespeare’ but Poe burst in saying ‘The dreadful and lonely Shakespeare’.

aND FYODOR DOSTOYVESKY ADDED ‘ I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.”

I’M DONE.

Look what they did to All Star by Smash Mouth

“Somebody once hushedly told me the world is going to roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of glocky with her finger and her thumb in the shape of a “L” on her forehead. Well, the years start voraciously coming and they don’t stop coming; fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. It didn’t make sense absolutely to live for fun. Thy brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to behold. So what’s wrong with taking the back busy thoroughfares? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. You’ll never know if thou don’t go. “You’ll never shine if you don’t glow”, he growled incoherently. Hey presently, you’re an All Star. Get your game on; go play. Hey now, you’re a Rock Star. Get the show on; get laid. As well as all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mold. ~All Star by Smash Estuary of opinion…”

Imagine putting your research paper in here and letting them go at it.

feasibleweasel

OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING AND EDGAR WOULDN’T STOP FIXING THINGS SO I WROTE “Edgar shut up I’m trying to write” and he changed it to “Edgar shut up I’m meagerly attempting to write” THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE

I typed in “Hello” and Shakesphere erased it and wrote “Begone with this rubbish.”

HOW R00d

I typed “party in the Usa” and Poe changed party to “ill-fated gathering”

I just used it to yell at Dickens about Tale of Two Cities, I am happy now

barrett-the-babe

I typed in ‘hello other writers’ and Edgar Allen Poe changed it to ‘Hello secondary writers’

After I had been writing for a while Edgar suddenly deleted my last sentence and wrote “THE END.” rude son of a bitch

fancyladssnacks

I have to try this.

mojavejourneys

Rebageled again but to add if the link above doesn’t work, try this one instead.

thebibliosphere

I put my author bio into it and Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare started fighting over the werewolf puns.

hugcollector

I said “Anyone like yellow?”, and Poe changed it to black so I said “Not everything has to match your goth aesthetic, Edgar” AND HE DEADASS CHANGED “NOT” TO “ABSOLUTELY”

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delphicoracle

what i’m drinking, what i’m writing in, what i’m wearing & what i’m reading.

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weloveperioddrama

Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.

Moulin Rouge! dir Baz Luhrmann

Source: mcavoy

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thebestoftumbling

girls teaching dog to bounce on mattress

Love it!

*slams fist on table* THIS IS THE KIND OF CONTENT I LIKE TO SEE

itsonlyaubrey

Dogs are so important and we must protect them at all costs

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weirdmageddon

i took the american dialect test and i hate this i hate because it doest just group me into new jersey but SPECIFICALLY northeast new jersey. which is exactly where im from. like its concentrated only in that exact area

ive lived in florida for almost 5 years now and i still talk like im from new jersey fufckfuc k

how can it be that obvious like nobody else calls typical athletic shoes anything other than sneakers but apparently the site said thats what gave me away

brite-eyed

It pin pointed where my parents are from and then two areas with heavy foreign populations. So basically accurate.

It got me exactly haha Miami/Hialeah! but also it gave me some random town in Massachusets

It put me in the deep south; while I’m a little more west of there, both my parents are from the south. Interesting to see I’ve picked up so much from them.

bamfcoyotetango

It slammed me right in the Deep South. My two cities were Lexington, KY and Colombia, AL.

offensiveagentpie

Dark red right over Pittsburgh and Western PA. And boom, that’s right where I’m at. Most of PA and some of Ohio is red for me. Yellow goes a little bit out past.

remauselupin

It put me in the south of Florida (Ft. Lauderdale/Miami) of all places. Jokes on them, I’m Canadian.

feministwizard

well of course I’m from Milwaukee, we’re the only place that says bubbler instead of drinking fountain.

I got Milwaukee, Twin Cities, and….Jackson, Mississippi??

i got…fresno??? i’ve been in california once ever

Dialect map still insists that i sound like a speaker from wretched state California (Glendale or Long Beach), where they drive cars, but graciously provides Honolulu as an alternative.

it actually got me perfectly tho apparently some of my dialect is shared by some ppl around the great lakes? who knew

marrymejasonsegel

I got Stockton, Reno and another SoCal area which is fine cuz Vegas is basically SoCal 2.0 and Reno is republican hell version of Vegas

it puts me generally in norcal, but mentions santa rosa, sacramento, and reno specifically. so pretty accurate.

Phoenix, Mesa/Tempe and Glendale.

I’ve only seen the first two seasons of Better Call Saul. I’m from Chile but lived in Kansas City for fifteen years.

brehaaorgana

I’m laughing, is Better Call Saul in AZ?

(I don’t remember exactly, but I think I got the same spread, but maybe Gilbert instead of Glendale, and possibly Tucson. Which is where I’m from, haha.)

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Like okay, 19th century painters, right? If you were gonna go back in time and get a portrait from someone the list is like this:

Renoir: MAYBE. He is a terrible draftsmen and actually the least technically skilled of the impressionists but sometimes he makes people look pretty. Other times he makes them look bruised. 50/50. Best not to go with him.

Manet: solid choice, edgy but not too edgy. Will use nice rich jewel tones. Put him on your list.

Monet: if you want an impressionist he's your guy. Pretty straightforwards. You will look good and there will be tons of sunlight.

Van Gogh: it'll be awesome but you might also be green and yellow. Literally. If you've always wanted to know what you'd look like with unnatural skin colors go for Van Gogh. Don't bother trying to pronounce his name just call him Vincent. Maybe give the poor guy some antidepressants. He's a delicate sad soul but desperately broke so tip him heavily. He will cry having made money on a painting. Also tell him to stop eating yellow paint. Definitely get a portrait from him.

Degas: you'll either be a ballerina or a prostitute. Maybe even both. Somehow there will be diagonal lines in your portrait. Consider it.

Moreau: are you a woman who wants to know what you look like through the eyes of a man who is literally terrified of women??? Then this guy is for you! You may be framed with sperm.

Klimt: like Moreau except with less misogyny and sperm and more gold. Good choice if you want to look like you could kill someone without ruining your #look. Happy to paint Jewish women. You will also be super comfy in his studio wearing big drape-y gown type things. Medium to high chance your portrait will be stolen by nazis. Go for it. You will look great.

Morisot: like a better Renoir. Seriously skip Renoir and have Morisot paint you instead. You will still look sweet and lovely. Consider it.

Gauguin: literally screw Gauguin. He was a pedophile. Your portrait might look nice but he's a gross jerk. If you want stupidly bright colors go get a portrait from Matisse or something at the turn of the century. You'll still have a high chance of being green but at least you don't have to go near a guy who left his wife and children to go prey on 14 year olds. Break his paintings over your knees and laugh at him.

Seurat: your face will be composed of thousands of tiny dots and you'll be used as some greater metaphor in an 80's teen movie and anyone who is colorblind will probably not get your portrait but optical illusions are always cool. Go for it.

Rossetti: ask yourself - do I have red hair? Do I want to sleep with Rossetti? If the answer is yes to both THEN get a Rossetti portrait done.

Cassatt: honestly a great choice for the people of tumblr, Cassatt is also really big on sprawling on couches as a general pose. She will do you a solid and you will laugh about how men usually screw up painting women.

Bouguereau: poor Bouguereau. Time has forgotten him and instead fallen in love with the rebellious impressionists. But in his day, HE was an ARTISTE of the ACADEMY!! He's got technical skill for days and you'll inevitably get a completed piece. You'll get a beautiful portrait it might just seem a little...polished. But hey, that's NOT a bad thing. Gotta respect his need to make money before he went wild with paint. Think about it.

William Merritt Chase: he's not a BAD painter it's just that sometimes he feels a bit like he could be someone else. There's a 40% chance you'll end up wearing a kimono. Maybe pass unless you want less drama than Whistler.

Egon Schiele: listen, no. Don't do it. There's like an 80% chance he will draw you masturbating with a creepy stare and yaoi hands.

Delacroix: sure he might be an orientalist painter and yes that's kind of awful but you gotta hand it to Delacroix: his "harem" women are all actually dressed in clothes and at least you know he can paint a skin color other than litebrite. Could meet a Jewish or Muslim sitter without having a total heart attack probably.

Millais: honestly get your portrait done by Millais solely for the purpose of pissing Charles Dickens off. Do you need any other reason? No.

Turner: he's a landscape artist ya walnut. The people he paints tend to be floating bodies in the water as a critique of slavery. Ask him to paint more social commentary. Maybe pass on as your portrait artist though.

Hiroshige: if you're not Japanese you're gonna be classed as a friggin weeaboo. Sorry those are the rules. But your portrait will be sweet.

Rosa Bonheur: ok like I really only remember her self portraits and cow paintings but she's a lesbian and if you wanna bond over hot ladies this is your woman. Who cares if she paints a cow instead? Not you! Do it.

Goya: pass unless you want to look dark and maybe slightly tortured. Ultimately you'll just be sad he's no Velasquez.

Ingres: the older Bouguereau basically. If you're super into neo-classicism or orientalist painting go for it. Otherwise skip it.

James Abbott McNeill Whistler: okay look - Whistler is a fantastic artist. He's amazing with colors and uses impressionist techniques without just cribbing off of Monet or something. All of his portraits are lovely, and you can't go wrong. Except there's like a 40% chance he'll never finish your portrait or will go broke painting it or will throw a tantrum at some point. He may or may not sleep with your wife. If he asks you if he can retouch a small thing in your house he will do it -- and then promptly continue to repaint everything and try and charge you for it all. If you yell at him he will later break into your house and paint giant gold fighting peacocks on your dining room wall, and then he'll tell you that without his additions to your decor you'd probably die forgotten but NOW people will remember you forever. Your normal interior decorator will see what Whistler has done to *HIS* room and then later be found lying curled up on the floor of his studio covered in gold leaf in the midst of a total breakdown. He will die three years later, never having recovered mentally. Also Whistler will go bankrupt and will paint you as a mean peacock if he owes you a lot of money. So you'll basically get a second portrait for free. Do it.

John Singer Sargent: honestly probably the best American Portrait artist of his era. You'll look amazing and he won't break into your house to paint peacocks or sleep with your wife. Get a Sargent portrait, you will not regret it.