“Julie Dash’s feature debut, a regionally-specific, vividly-populated, and spectacularly shot look at the Geechee residents who inhabit South Carolina’s lushly rustic Gullah coast during the turn of the twentieth century, is, quite simply, one of the greatest films ever made. It’s also infuriatingly difficult to locate. Dash’s groundbreaking indie drama (the first feature film helmed by an African-American woman to receive theatrical distribution) centers around an extraordinary ensemble of women, including Babara O, Cora Lee Day, and Kaycee Moore, among many others, who enact three generations of an embattled Gullah family to cinematic perfection.
Few of these actresses remain active today, but Daughters spotlights them to stunning and superior effect. They each give vibrant flesh and blood to an astonishing yet widely unknown piece of history that’s illuminated not with studious simplification but a spellbinding form of cinematic immersion. Daughters of the Dust is by turns moving and mysterious, yet never less than magnificent.” — Matthew Eng
One of the things Sarah Lynn says really stayed with me
She makes a comment about how she’s surprised children are allowed to be actors. How it isn’t considered child labor. She didn’t consent. She was THREE.
There is a stunning amount of evidence that supports the detrimental effects the spotlight has on children (Miley Cyrus, and of course Mary Kate and Ashley, etc) Yet no one seems to care? Because they are used for our entertainment?
Steve Garrington’s Photography Captures the Violent Clash Of Storms And Waves
Self-proclaimed amateur photographerSteve Garrington, hailing from Cardiff, Wales, has laboured over six years to capture the unpredictable moments of nature. as it batters the little lighthouse of Porthcawl, a little city in Wales.
The brutal beauty of the ocean, as it opens an onslaught on a timid lighthouse in Porthcawl, a little city in Wales, stands by itself to fight the raging winds and tides for the first time since 1806.
In the middle of the force of nature, Garrington creates magic. His photography is dominated by the overwhelming waves and stormy skies.
Garrington’s photography does justice to nature in its primal glory. Towering and frothing waves break over stones as sunlight seeps through the turbulent sky. Garrington does not dare to soften the rough scene for the observer. He has restrained himself from intervening and has allowed nature to take the spotlight in this series of stunning landscape photography.
Feeling royal? Then we have the perfect end for you!
Today’s spotlight is on this stunning yellow gold/CZ queen crown end from @anatometalinc Perfect anyone that feels majestic.
As one of fashion’s boldest annual traditions, the Pirelli Calendar spotlights only the most stunning, bombshell models at the top of their game. This year that includes Candice Huffine.
Huffine is one of the most successful “plus-size” models to be embraced by the high fashion crowd, and she appears topless in the 2015 Pirelli Calendar, released Tuesday. Only the second model of plus-size designation to be featured in the calendar, the size-16 stunner owns the month of April in a black bustier and sheer black thigh-highs, her hair in a retro bouffant. And in classic Pirelli fashion, her chest is entirely exposed.
Hi! My birthday is on Sept. 6th! I'd love either best friends to lovers, or an arranged marriage fic. But honestly, any fic with any rating would do, as long as there's fluff! <3 This blog is awesome, thank you so much!
Wishing you a most happy birthday! Just for you, the amazing @norbertsmom has written this perfect little slice of Everlark perfection. We hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful day!
Best in Class
“You’re late, Mellark,” Katniss complains, scowling at her approaching friend.
“Sorry,” Peeta replies, holding out a bakery bag as compensation, tilting his head to the side and giving her puppy dog eyes.
“I’m starving,” Katniss grumbles as she grabs the bag out of his hand, tearing it open and inhaling deeply before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.
Katniss reaches into the bag and pulls out two cheesebuns and hands one to Peeta. “Why are you dressed up?” she asks before she stuffs the other cheesebun into her mouth.
Swedish photographer Carl Kleiner has an eye to envy. Famous for his still-life photography and his work for Ikea, this particular project was inspired by lollipops - but these treats were not made for eating.
Sacrebleu, what is this, how on earth could I miss such a sweet little succulent… challenge?
I don’t know why? But I only now saw that @gigiree tagged me for the second round of the 5-minute drabble challenge. (And I saw it from @miraculousturtle‘s reblog whatttt) I’m going through a bit of a life slump right now, so maybe this challenge will make me feel better.
This time I’m starting with “lightning strike” as a prompt, because everybody’s still addicted to that Umbrella Scene, and…let’s see where it goes?
The thought is a strike of lightning.
The feeling, or the lack thereof, feels solid as the rain pelts against her windows.
The certainty grows as the water refreshes the flowers in her balcony.
Suddenly, but surely, she is over Adrien Agreste.
If someone told her three years ago that this day would come, her middle schooler self would have protested vehemently that it was impossible, impossible, her heart belonged to Adrien. If someone reminds her three years from now of this moment, her 21-year-old self would most likely laugh at how big of a deal she’s making it.
But, here she is, preparing for a night with Adrien—alone, as friends, to support Mme. Césaire’s new restaurant—and she’s not forcing her heart stop pounding or talking herself into breathing normally.
She just is.
And she celebrates it.
When he comes to pick her up, he is as dazzlingly handsome as ever. She smiles at him— Calm. Welcoming. Friendly. He’s the one who looks embarrassed when he asks her if she’s fine with walking instead of taking the car. He’s scratching the back of his neck, and there’s a blush on his cheekbones. Instead of blushing herself, Marinette only thinks that it’s adorable.
She’s over him, somehow, and the relief swells in her chest.
Her childish crush had to stop eventually.
And she’s tripped over herself because of him for far too long, anyway. She’d much prefer someone who enables her to stand and leap and fly, someone who firmly stands by her, someone who can rely on, someone with whom she can pound her fist after a job well done.
And he speaks so nicely and so properly all the time, sometimes Marinette finds herself waiting for a ridiculous pun or a mischievous lilt in his voice.
And he’s much too perfect and stunning in the spotlights of high society, amidst adoring fans and noisy crowds. Marinette thinks maybe she better enjoys candid laughter in the shroud of Parisian night sky.
Oh. Haha. Did that Adrienette suddenly become Ladynoir? Welp in the end, it’s still these two dorks, so…
Okay! Tagging writers that I started chatting with only recently, @skaylanphear and @terriblenerd and….err….everyone else who wants to do this! If you see this and you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged.
Leaders of the nonprofit [Graham-Windham] have been stunned by a surge of donations due to the spotlight from “Hamilton,” and delighted by a bond with the performers that keeps getting stronger.
Two dozen members of the cast and crew wrote to the agency’s children over the holidays to become pen pals. Phillipa Soo, a 25-year-old who plays Mrs. Hamilton, is recruiting fellow singers to give some of them lessons in acting, dancing and rap in what she calls “The Eliza Project.”
“What better way to make a connection to her legacy?” she said.
In 1902 the agency built the Graham School, now a residential-treatment center in Hastings-on-Hudson in Westchester County. Sitting high on a bluff overlooking the Hudson River, it has more than 300 students in kindergarten through 12th grade trying to overcome traumas, behavior issues and learning problems.
Natalie, a 17-year-old from Brooklyn who asked to be identified by her first name, said living at the campus turned her life around. “If it weren’t for this place, I would be in the street, dead or in jail, or not finishing school and having babies,” she said. “I wouldn’t want that for anybody.”
The school’s students who saw “Hamilton” said hearing an allusion to their home from stage was a thrill.
“I felt special,” said Dymond, a 13-year-old who loves writing poetry. Although she often skipped school back in Brooklyn, she said the musical motivated her to tackle Ron Chernow’s biography, “Alexander Hamilton,” with a dictionary by her side.
Dymond said that Mr. Hamilton’s declaration in the show that “I’m not throwing away my shot” spoke to her: “He was telling me not to give up, to keep moving forward, making my dreams come true.”
At Dawn They Sleep (Vampire AU) || theshowmanjdanielatlas
The Four Horsemen. That was all people were talking about at the moment – everywhere Kieran went, they were being discussed. People on the street, on the radio, on television. They were everywhere. And, being the curious person he’d always been, he decided to give in and purchase himself a ticket to their show in New Orleans. How bad could it be? It was just a couple of magicians, it would at least be good for a laugh. As he entered the theater, he quickly made his way to his seat, trying his hardest to ignore the sounds of beating hearts and blood rushing through veins all around him. Being only seven years old in vampire years, it was still difficult to be surrounded by humans.
Throughout the show, the boy found himself quite entertained. Their tricks were flawlessly executed, and seemed almost like true magic, though his keen eyes allowed him to see every little movement the four magicians made in order to fool their human audience members. And there was on Horsemen in particular that he had become rather fixated upon… Daniel Atlas, as he’d been introduced. The man was stunning; tall and lean, with blue eyes that simply shone in the spotlight. It was magnificent. He was magnificent.
Once the show had ended, Kieran knew that he had to meet Daniel. Even if that meant having to deal with the others. As he made his way towards a door that would lead behind the stage, a security guard stopped him. But he was no match for the young bloodsucker… with one look into Kieran’s bright hazel eyes, he’d fallen under his glamour, stepping away from the door as Kieran instructed. With a smirk, the boy pulled open the door and walked in, searching for the magicians.