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Blue Pastry - Suzan Visser , 2016.

Dutch, b. 1967 -

Oil on panel , 18 x 20 cm.

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Ricky Wei (魏敬學)

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Another preview for the @5uzine from me! This time, our digital Dead Dove extras where everyone made some really awesome darker pieces. If you want to see the full pieces, go ahead and grab a copy here: 5uzine.bigcartel.com

See you there!

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I haven't used my account for art in a while but I've actually been quite busy with it! I'm part of the @5uzine and here's a preview for 1 of 3 illustrations I've made for it! I'm really happy with how they all came together, not to mention how awesome everyone else's work is.

So if you're enticed, please check out our bundles here: https://5uzine.bigcartel.com

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in absolute tears about the pride module at my work

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hey man. i didn't see you at the ambient red lighting and horse store. you ok man?

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chillin at the ambient red lighting and horse store.

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I think the best most human thing in the world is strangers doing a silly thing together

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Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: 18th Century Depressed Nobleman/His Horny Stepson Who Is Determined to Seduce Him, Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Gothic, Dysfunctional Relationships, 18th Century, Uncle/Nephew Incest, Highwaymen, Duelling, Portraits, Melodrama, look out we’re gothicmaxxing here, Mrs. Danvers Expy, the ghosts are metaphorical Summary:

The house demands blood.

Jonathan Aberley is a broken man, imprisoned by his tragic past. At least, that’s what he tells himself at his lowest moments. After a devastating heartbreak in his youth, Jonathan swears off love and romance forever, resigning himself to a life of duty.

But fate has another surprise for him, and Jonathan soon finds a person he truly loves and cherishes — and someone he simply cannot have.

Can love — or anything else — save him from the dark secrets that haunt the walls of his childhood home? As the past resurfaces, Jonathan must face the ultimate question: will he pay the price for his sins in blood?

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this list ignores the last 15 years of movies, but that makes sense. if we’re going to talk about “classics”, we have to give the movies time to become classics.

legend ( italicized - seen it, bold- have a copy of it too)

Carmen Jones (1954)

Imitation of Life (1959)

Raisin in the Sun (1961)

Shaft (1971)

Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971)

Super Fly (1972)

Lady Sings the Blues (1972)

The Mack (1973)

Coffy (1973)

Black Caesar (1973)

Cleopatra Jones (1974)

Foxy Brown (1974)

Claudine (1974)

Uptown Saturday Night (1974)

Cornbread, Earl and Me (1975)

Dolemite (1975)

Cooley High (1975)

Mahogany (1975)

Sparkle (1976)

Car Wash (1976)

The Wiz (1978)

Breakin’ (1984)

Beat Street (1984)

A Soldier’s Story (1984)

Purple Rain (1984)

Krush Groove (1985)

The Color Purple (1985)

Hollywood Shuffle (1987)

Raw (1987)

School Daze (1988)

Coming to America (1988)

Lean On Me (1989)

Glory (1989)

Do the Right Thing (1989)

Harlem Nights (1989)

Mo’ Better Blues (1989)

House Party (1990)

The Five Heartbeats (1991)

Jungle Fever (1991)

Strictly Business (1991)

Boyz n the Hood (1991)

New Jack City (1991)

White Men Can’t Jump (1992)

Bebe’s Kids (1992) (used to have this on VHS lol)

Boomerang (1992)

Malcolm X (1992)

Juice (1992)

Class Act (1992)

What’s Love Got to Do With It (1993)

CB4 (1993)

Posse (1993)

Poetic Justice (1993)

Menace II Society (1993)

Jason’s Lyric (1994)

A Low Down Dirty Shame (1994)

Tales From the Hood (1995)

Bad Boys (1995)

Friday (1995)

Waiting to Exhale (1995)

Higher Learning (1995)

Set It Off (1996)

Hav Plenty (1998)

Eve’s Bayou (1997)

Love Jones (1997)

Soul Food (1997)

Belly (1998)

How Stella Got Her Groove Back (1998)

The Best Man (1999)

The Wood (1999)

Love & Basketball (2000)

of course she couldn’t get ALL of the movies on here… but some notable misses :

The Temptations (1998)

Why Do Fools Fall In Love (1998)

Dead Presidents (1995)

Polly (1989)

A Hero Ain’t Nothing But A Sandwich (1978)

The Marva Collins Story (1981)

Sister Act II (1993)

Hoodlum (1997)

Women of Brewster Place (1989) 

Little Richard (2000)

Bamboozled (2000)

I’m Gonna Git You Sucka (1988)

The Jacksons: An American Dream (1992)

Introducing Dorothy Dandridge (1999)

Preacher’s Wife (1996)

The Bodyguard (1992)

Mo Money (1992) (ok maybe not so notable, but yeah)

Blankman (1994)

The 6th Man (1997)

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I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

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"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

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you dumb asshole, you just won $0,000

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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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pirate who's worried mermaids are gonna fuck his girlfriends: me fear fish want me women

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i swear to god if one more stupid fandom ruins a beautiful text post i am calling the police