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The signs as colors

Aries: the burning orange of a sunset, red converse shoes, sunflowers on a summer day, the light coming through the windows on a warm afternoon, citrus peels

Taurus: long green grass blowing in the wind, blush, rose wine, the light coming through the trees in spring, clover patches in the park, mint and chocolate

Gemini: the faded tan of old books, the soft tones a candle gives off in a dark room, lemonade, sidewalk chalk, khaki overalls, a rubber duck, key lime pie, bees on flowers

Cancer: honey, pearls and silk, the patchwork of colors on an old quilt, daisies, the warm tan of fresh bread, baby’s breath and lavender, vanilla bean ice cream

Leo: the gold of a sunrise, a bonfire at night, ginger ale, when the leaves are changing colors as fall is coming, sparklers, glitter, bloody noses and smiles, confetti on the dancefloor  

Virgo: aloe and cucumber, iced tea, dusty evening skies, mahogany tables, old coffee mugs as the thrift store, softly scented lotion, lilacs, sheer pale window curtains in the breeze

Libra: hazy gold framed artwork, creamy silk pajamas, light washed jeans and a soft pink cardigan, honeydew melons, bubble tea, fairy lights, tan sketchbook paper and white ink

Scorpio: the green and purple of the sky just before a storm hits, neon lights on wet asphalt, undereye circles, coffee and cigarettes, band t-shirts, sour gummy worms, the night sky when there is no other light than the stars and moon

Sagittarius: cranberry juice, hello kitty bandaids on scraped knees, carousel lights, old stains, your favorite plaid shirt, cherries on a picnic blanket, the two minutes before and after the sun goes down

Capricorn: the swirls as cream and coffee mix together, the light coming into a dusty room, an old journal, the faded bench by the river trail, toffee and almonds, a big sweater 

Aquarius: midday sky with puffy little clouds in it, the color of a swimming pool, the glow of a computer screen, Mountain Dew Voltage, saturday morning cartoons, primary colors

Pisces: Monet lily pads, saltwater taffy and cotton candy, old paint palettes, wildflowers, tumbled chrysocolla and labradorite gems, sunsets on the river, dewey moss, bathbombs

Some thoughts on young Harold

I think some people are forgetting Harry is a closeted, very likely confused, young person navigating his own identity and his place in the music industry, and he hasn’t lived a day as a normal kid since he was sixteen years old. Even without PR strategists and their ham-fisted promo and transparent lies, he’s going to fuck up. He’s going to contradict himself. He’s going to do things which don’t sync up with the image we have of him because we don’t actually know him. He’s going to make mistakes, and he should make mistakes, because he’s twenty three years old. I look at some of the art I made at a 23 year old and it’s an absolute mess of poorly articulated ideas and cross-firing impulses and half of them are ripped off of the artists I loved because I hadn’t found myself yet. That was three years ago and I’m still struggling to find myself, because I, too, am a confused young person trying to create art in a world that’s hostile and homophobic. And that’s me, where there are no cameras and no privacy invasion and no closet and no million dollar brand. Harry is under an enormous amount of pressure from the people he’s working for AND the general public, AND US, the fans who love him, sure, but are also tense and poised and constantly ready to attack and drag and place blame and analyze.

It’s ok to analyze, in fact I think it’s necessary to be critical and conscious of all the media we consume? But at the same time…people really need to look at the big picture and keep everything in perspective. Harry probably doesn’t know who he is yet to some degree, as a person and as a solo artist, and he’s been media trained since he was a kid, and now that he has a slightly longer leash, he’s going to be struggling to reconcile all that. So he’s drawing from a variety of influences and musical traditions, some of which are archaic or dated or fucked up, and attempting to forge an identity and still sell records and we’re ALL WATCHING! What an enormous challenge! Even if his team was promoting everything perfectly, there would still be cracks running through this mess. Give him a break. Remember how old he is, and what kind of world we live in.

I do think there is fandom manipulation happening, I do think there are strings being pulled and I think some of those string pullers are tone deaf old white men. Yes. But frankly, that’s capitalism, which sucks but is the very real framework which art is manufactured within. We’re not going to be able to escape that anytime soon, it’s just the way things are. Personally, I’m excited to continue to watch Harry grow and find himself and figure out what he wants to do and what he wants to say within the constraints of capitalism/the industry.

Jimmy Stewart and Burgess were close friends and even roommates circa 1940-41. Burgess staged a celebration at Mocambo in Hollywood for Jimmy after he returned home for a weekend leave from the war. This is a photo I found in the archives from that party. Franchot Tone, Lorraine Gettman, Frances Ford Seymour, Henry Fonda, Betty Field and Burgess.

The only fan page solely dedicated to Burgess Meredith // Lovingly ran by his grandniece in attempt to keep his legacy alive.

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Leadenhall Market por Sarah-Louise Burns

i want to live in a world that feels ancient, atmosphere thick and hazy with enchantment, mist rolling over golden hills beneath a pale sunrise, clear glittering rivers spilling over luscious moss, gentle beasts of lore roaming the forests and skies, lovely rose briars and curving thickets teeming with fireflies, dandelion seeds wandering along dirt paths between the trees

vibrant market places and peddlers of spells and flutes carved by elves and charmed pendants and tapestries woven with gold thread, coin purses emptying into the hands of eager children, the sound of metal clanging in a blacksmith’s forge and hearty eruptions of laughter from a candlelit alehouse and friendly bartering and the droning nasal tone of old instruments and horse hooves against cobblestone, innkeepers welcoming weary travelers to rest in tiny rooms with four post beds, heraldic banners fluttering in the wind

witches living peacefully on the outskirts and blessing the ill with herbal remedies, floral vines over the front doors of delightful cabins with dried flowers scattering wooden tables and wicker baskets of fresh linens in the corner and crisp brown bread on clay plates, clothing lines with lace dresses strung up over bubbling streams

kingdom walls of cracked stone and creeping moss, chapels with high ceilings and mosaic windows and reverent priests and a choir of pure angelic voices, a cluttered library of stained maps and dusty scrolls and tales inked in meticulous calligraphy, a hidden armory with intricately crafted steel weapons, a vast empty courtyard and castle rising high above villages ruled fairly by a reclusive warrior queen

Gonna go to bed reading Finn’s section of Before the Awakening tonight to see if he lies as much there as he does in TFA. Finn spends half the film lying, did you notice? He lies to Poe when he first pulls him aside. He lies to Rey almost immediately and then he keeps lying about all sorts of stuff, he lies to Han because he’s gotta keep up appearances, and then he lies to the entire Resistance just to get to starkiller.

Can’t wait to see how much lying he does as a stormtrooper because he had to have picked up that habit from somewhere, right?

Gawd, I am bitter today.

If there’s one good thing about Kylo, it’s at least he never lies to Rey. Kylo’s been lied to so much in life he probably doesn’t have it in him to lie to anybody else anymore besides Snoke, because the occasional fib to Snoke simply keeps him alive.

BIG FAT EDIT BECAUSE THIS POST IS A YEAR OLD:

-I admit my tone was less than stellar in this post. It’s snarky. Snarky because I was exhausted (like it says at the beginning) and had also had a new job that made me felt like I was going to get fired for breathing. The attitude is directed at myself, not the character- I like collecting character flaws because it makes for good analyzation and good writing but because of my situation a year ago it made for a bad presentation of that. And for that, I apologize for any misunderstanding.

-This post is a series of posts made about observations of characters while reading through the material. Short posts were made about all the characters. Immediately following this post was a post made the next day or shortly thereafter saying that ‘Before the Awakening’ shed zero light and added zero support to the observation above, which shot some holes in the theory. This I readily admitted.

-Never ever EVER said I hated Finn. This conclusion is wrong.

-I like finding character flaws. Finn’s was VERY hard to find, especially at a time a year ago where the ‘good guy’ characters were being put on pedestals- thus the ‘bitter’ remark because finally I’d found one to put on the ‘character flaw chart’ I had running for all the characters. I just like having dirt on all the characters I love for some reason. It’s probably some weird twisted flaw of my own.

-Kylo has zero going for him- this is why he, as a mirror-opposite of Finn’s character and story, gets his one and only kudo which is consistently being honest for some reason when everything else about him is pretty awful. Why is he like that? I have no idea- I await ep. 8.

-This post isn’t about Finn’s surface motivations for choosing fibbing over being straight-forward. He wants to escape the FO with Poe, he wants to save Rey, we get it.  That’s not the problem or even the question. The question is, when confronted with a cross-roads situation, why does he tend to consistently choose that tactic instead of another? It could have been incidental from a writing perspective to keep the story rolling along to cue up humorous moments (”I need a pilot”/”I don’t know, Solo! We’ll use the force!” “That’s not how the force works!”/etc.) or maybe it isn’t- I’m just trying to look at all the possible angles here. But even if it isn’t, it’s still part of the character now, and so my question, from a purely analytical perspective is: What happened in Finn’s back story that made this a tactic? I’m really fascinated by that question. Same goes for Rey- Rey has a terrible habit of running away whenever things get rough- wants run back to Jakku, runs away from Maz, but the running stops when she confronts Kylo- the point where the characterization shifts. So I’d like to know the same for Finn, if possible. The guy’s so good that it’s hard to pin anything on him, and I can’t find any negative flaw in Poe at all, haha. Give me all the negative character flaws!! It’s why I enjoy analyzing Kylo so much- he’s just got so many terrible things to work with and pick apart. The other characters are sparse in comparison, especially Finn. Next to Poe, Finn is the least negative character in TFA.

So I hope that helps clarify at least some things? This isn’t an attempt at deflection, this isn’t an attempt to excuse, this is just an attempt to take a short post made a year ago written in a stressed, exhausted mindset and make it a little more level-headed, clear, and objective instead of attitude-ridden, which was a mistake.

Thanks to everyone who constructively engaged me about this post, and I hope by amending it here I haven’t continued to somehow fuck things up in your eyes.

Auntie Bells

by reddit user Pippinacious

Auntie Bells wasn’t really my auntie, or anyone else’s for that matter. I’m not sure she even had any real family at all. It was just what everyone called her. She’d been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before I was born and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t at least know of her.

She was something of a living legend; a crazy cat lady type without the cats. It wasn’t unusual to look out your window in the dead of night and see Auntie Bells shuffling down the street, big walking stick clutched in one hand, her tameless hair shining white in the moonlight. And if you didn’t see her, you’d hear her. Auntie Bells took her name from the bracelets she wore on both wrists, strands of twine run through a countless number of tiny bells that tinkled with her every movement.

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You know the season one finale of the OC where Ryan leaves and Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley is playing and Marissa is staring over the balcony and Seth is sailing away and Kirsten is sobbing into Ryan’s old sheets and Sandy comforts her and the sun is setting as the car gets further and further away paralleling how the metaphorical sun is setting on Ryan’s new life and he’s going back to the darkness of his old one and it’s tone is captured PERFECTLY with such a beautiful and sad song? Yeah they don’t make television like that anymore.

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2012 v 2017

I was digging through my art tag on my main for inspiration and discovered this gem from 2012, and BOY was that not startling at all. So being me, I decided to redraw it and see how it looks in my current style :^)