Yes. I Like This Stuff.

addicted to saying "ill definitely check that out" about things that i will definitely forget to check out

not me. i'm going to get to it. for you see, i have Opened A Tab

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abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao

i hope it's okay to add this because i think it hits the nail directly on the head

Honestly, it's like picking up a book and saying "I know all these words, I can type, I could have written this" like there's no middle step between the technical ability and the finished work.

so there's this small crew on a spaceship, right? they get stuck in, and the ship is malfunctioning in weird ways. they have to work together to fix the ship, but there's possibly something else on the ship with them! and people suspect that this alien presence is inside one of them. the crew start acting suspicious and violent towards each other and accuse each other of sabotaging the ship and wanting to kill all the others

which is the plot of among us, but it is also the plot of the season one doctor who episode edge of destruction, and i think that is beautiful

DAILY REMINDER:

Attractive ≠ Attraction.

You can find people attractive and not be attracted to them. You can find someone beautiful and not fall in love.

I've noticed that people have started spreading the 1992 Good Omens script around. Please don't. If you've got it up, please take it down. There's a mess of serious and real legalities involved, and I don't want to have to start being a dick and asking for copyright takedowns and all of that, and I don't want to have to regret letting it out into the world. Just take it down, unshare, delete links. Thank you.

the Forgers being the best family around ♡

There needs to be an image of Summer Once Again and I think this is the perfect one. Wonderful directing, Robert!

benedick literally chooses beatrice over everything else in his life & then gets all flustered proposing to her in front of friends & family. he is so embarrassing

beatrice: do not you love me? benedick, who backpedaled on his lifelong public anti-marriage stance, cut ties with his best friend, promised to fight him to the death, & also resigned from his position in the army for her: troth, no, no more than reason.

U say to urself "i dont need notches, ill know how to orient the pieces when sewing bc i made the pattern" this is the devil speaking. Put notches in ur pattern and cut them into ur fabric. Youll be glad for it

u say to urself “i don’t need stitch markers, ill know which stitch to attach when crocheting because i can tell” this is the devil speaking. Put stitch markers into your pieces

u say to urself, "i don't need to mark the beginning of the round when knitting, I can tell where it is by the tail" this is the devil speaking. u'll be glad for that stitch marker when you're 37 rows in and the tail is a distant memory

u say to urself "I don't need to grid my aida when cross-stitching, I can count perfectly fine" this is the devil speaking. Grid ur fabric or you'll spend half an hour trying to figure out which stitch in which of thirty shades of grey is one block out.

YOU CAN GRID YOUR AIDA???

please why are the classic daleks so much more polite than the 2000s daleks, those giant pepperpots are carrying trays of food for the doctor and susan and ian and barbara into their cell i am CACKLING todays daleks would have shot them all on sight before even suggesting that

hi, here’s a full collection of the kate beaton nancy drew comics

1, 2, 3, 4

“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”

…buddy.

idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.

the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.

#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg

The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.

I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.

Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.

And then I fell asleep.

And then I fell off the stool.

I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.

Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.

After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences. 

postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”

This is honestly so delightful and accurate 

Just finished hamlet & had to share THIS

btw this is literally what goes down. it’s great.