random-boring-life

[rjschoicesstuff]

Did a self indulgent one and picked the characters myself lol

[gogmstuff]

1909 Laura Pearson and Alison Cunninghame by ?. From tumblr.com/antiquebee/730070355255918592/laura-pearson-and-alison-cunninghame-1909? 1343X1762.

[miranhas-art]

One post for every july since 2014: my journey through tumblr.

Because if it wasn't for you all, this blog would never be possible!

August 5 2014 (didn't have anything for july lol)

July 9 2015

July 28 2016

July 1 2017

July 4 2018

July 27 2019

July 18 2020

July 9 2021

July 17 2022

July 20 2023

And this is the end!

10 years of drawing and I truly can't believe it, basically this is quite a shock!

Thank you so much for every person that encouraged me, gave me the idea of doing this side blog! And basically, being a companion during very sad days that lead me here!

Thank you so so much!

[myroommateisamurderer]

I scream, you scream, we scream for death. :D

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photograph: John Cage and Merce Cunningham at Black Mountain College, 1948 (courtesy of the John Cage Trust)

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"I think of you all the time and therefor have little to say that would not embarrass you, for instance my first feeling about the rain was that it was like you." — John Cage, from a letter to Merce Cunningham in 'The Selected Letters of John Cage'

[Belles-lettres]

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

The Hours (2002, Stephen Daldry)

14/08/2024

[violeteyebeams]

Three superhero girlies about to end a man's whole career.

Featuring my girl Firebird, as well as @foursight's Alexis Bell (aka "Manifold") and @idle-joy's Mary Atwood (aka "Smokebomb")

[digamma-f-wau]

Sometimes I think about how this list of storyboard artists on Frederator's weird Ape Escape flash cartoon (sourced directly from the old official frederator blog) looks like a goddamn imdb vandalization

[beautiful-noises]

baring my necessities

[listen here]

i. i don't wanna be funny anymore lucy dacus/ ii. nihilist kite flyer loving/ iii. heaven knows i'm miserable now the smiths/ iv. for the eradication of seemly incurable sadness ezra bell/ v. jubilation norma tanega/ vi. oom sha la la haley heynderickx/ vii. windows frankie cosmos/ viii. l.a. (looking alive) madison cunningham/ ix. write a list of little things to look forward to courtney barnett/ x. good day bombay bicycle club/ xi. oh boredom (schmaltz city, usa) star parks/ xii. statues in the garden (arras) local natives/ xiii. veteran's day cut worms/ xiv. roll it back luthi/ xv. 2 wrecked 2 care cmat/ xvi. mistress america flyte/ xvii. i'm down, whatever jw francis/ xviii. adult christian leave/ xix. cosmos yabadum/ xx. get on racoma/ xxi. a street that rhymes at 6am norma tanega/ xxii. ...familiar place lucy dacus/

[adair-the-bard]

It finally happened; we had prom! God, it was so much fun, there was a photo booth and everything. When it came time to vote for prom royalty, of course I chose Fala, and apparently, she chose me! I'm flattered, really. Orlando and Anissa had a good time too, when they weren't making out. Truly a magical night! And I'm not usually a fan of magic, but this is different. Soph xx

[woman-with-a-movie-camera]

Game of Thrones 8x05 The Bells (2019)

[gogmstuff]

1909 in Portraits & Images -

Left 1909 Signora Diaz Albertini by Giovanni Boldini (auctioned by Sotheby's). From their Web site 2880 X 3111.

Right 1909 The Japanese Fan by Walter Ernest (private collection). From Gandalf's Gallery's photostream on flickr 1638X2000.

Left 1909 The Web of the Golden Spider by Harrison Fisher (location ?). From tycheantiques.tumblr.com/image/171350466136; doubled size 1664X2216.

Right 1909-1911 Victoria Eugenia, Reina de España by Luis Menéndez Pidal (Palacio del Senado - Madrid Spain) From spanishroyals.tumblr.com 1125X1920.

Left 1909/1911 Lyudmila Borisovna Rayvich (Severtsova) by Nikolay Petrov. From tumblr.com/russian-room/720937676224741376/portrait-of-lyudmila-borisovna-rayvich? 590X800.

Right Anita of New Jersey, Princess of Bragança seated removed captions with Photoshop 658X894.

Left ca. 1909 Georgine Shillard-Smith by Hugh Henry Breckenridge (Philadelphia Museum of Art - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA). From their Web site via pinterest.com/sanushsergeev/художники 860X1472.

Right ca. 1909 Julia Fons by Ramon Casas (Museu Pau Casals, Fundació Pau Casals - Barcelona, Catalunya, Spain). From artsandculture.google.com 1058X2624.

Left ca. 1909 Princess Victoria Adelheid, Duchess of Saxe-Coburg Gotha. From eBay; fixed spots, scratches, & flaws w Pshop 970X1538.

Right ca. 1909 Queen Elena card. From eBay; removed spots & flaws with Photoshop and fixed mono-color tint 929X1511.

1909 Promenade by the Sea by Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida (Museo Sorolla - Madrid, Spain). From the discontinued Athenaeum Web site 1039X1076.

1909 Laura Pearson and Alison Cunninghame by ?. From tumblr.com/antiquebee/730070355255918592/laura-pearson-and-alison-cunninghame-1909? 1343X1762.

[myroommateisamurderer]

Midnight snacking is not good for your tummy but some things are worth the consequences.

[femori]

new tags 2

[wormdebut]

Something something AU where Steve has pretty much almost the same Upside Down squad in Hawkins but Eddie Munson lives in Tennessee with his Uncle Wayne and his band Corroded Coffin, the neighborhood girl Max whose brother died in a freak car accident last year (RIP in pieces asshole), and his best friend Cheerleader and southern belle Chrissy Cunningham.

Turns out the upside down isn’t only thriving in Hawkins Indiana but also in Robinson Tennessee.

Cut to a few years after Eddie and his squad fucked with the Upside Down in Robinson for the last time. Chrissy and Eddie relocate to Chicago for Eddie to do a tattoo apprenticeship.

At this apprenticeship he is so blessed (Shout out to you, Satan) to be tattooing a very very very hot man who has…almost the same scars that Eddie does?

Eddie tries to telepathically communicate with this hot ass motherfucker, but That’s Max’s gig…not his.

Thus ensues a comedy of errors of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson trying to tell each other without telling each other that they know exactly what the other went through, but Those Pesky NDAs.

Cut to Robin Buckley and Chrissy Cunningham in the Corner who had ultimately met because their platonic soulmates are so gone on each other.

Chrissy: “Why don’t they just ask each other about it like we did?”

Robin: “Neither of our dingi are very smart. I’m enjoying this.”

[starshideurfics]

Ring my bell, part 6

steddie, omegaverse, flagging/signaling culture, there’s plot now, in the smut, mdni 🔞

Part 5

Steve wakes to the sound of the phone ringing. The sky is still pre-dawn purple, and Eddie’s arms are tight around his waist. He hears Wayne shuffle to the phone and answer with a tired, “Munson residence.” Barely two seconds pass before he continues, sounding much more awake, “Kid, slow down. Eddie’s sleeping, s’early. — Yeah, I’ll get him.”

The receiver taps as it’s set down on the counter, and Wayne doesn’t bother keeping his steps quiet as he heads down the hall and pokes his head into the room. “Ed, get up. Got one of your friends on the phone and he’s barely gettin’ a word out that I can follow.”

“Be there in a second,” Eddie grumbles, squeezing around Steve’s waist. “Just gotta grab pants.”

“Morning, Steve,” Wayne adds as he retreats.

“Morning!” Steve calls back, flushing hot. Wayne had Eddie invite him for dinner back in January, told him the only ground rules were no sleepovers on school nights, and practically welcomed him to the family. Doesn’t mean Steve isn’t embarrassed to be caught naked in bed with his boyfriend.

Eddie pushes himself out of bed, gropes around for a pair of ratty sweats that he tugs over his pasty ass, and slouches out to the kitchen. “Yello!” Pause. “Lucas, hey, slow down, dude.” Pause. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Shit, no—Are you safe?” Long pause. “Okay, thanks for the heads up. Do you need someone to come get you? Are your parents gonna freak?” Pause. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He jogs back to his room, plucks a shirt from the “still good” clothing pile, and struggles to dress quickly.

“What’s going on?” Steve mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Something fucking bad happened, Stevie. Lucas is freaking and Chrissy Cunningham’s dead.” He bites his quavering lip.

“What the fuck?”

“I *sold* to her yesterday, Steve. She was good at hiding it, but she was terrified of something. And Lucas sounded real messed up on the phone.”

Steve swings his legs over the edge of the bed and searches for his clothes. “I’m coming with you.”

“Puppy…”

“Lucas has seen enough bad shit as it is. I’m coming to check on him.”

“And yet you claim you didn’t birth these kids.”

Steve tugs his henley back over his head, and grabs Eddie’s hand. “Now you’re just wasting time.” As usual, he’s the one taking charge and he grabs his keys. “We’re taking my car, you drive like a maniac.”

“Puppy! I’m not that bad!”

“And we’ll look fucking suspicious showing up in your van.”

“…Yeah, okay.”

Steve doesn’t bother saying Eddie is jittery as all hell, that he knows he wouldn’t pay enough attention to the road. They just say bye to Wayne and hurry out to the Bimmer.

“The basketball team started partying out at Benny’s old place when Hargrove moved here… I’m guessing that’s where we’re going?”

Eddie nods, suddenly quiet. As soon as Steve starts driving, Eddie starts shaking his knee so hard that Steve needs him to stop—he’s bouncing too much in his peripheral vision. His right hand shoots out and grabs Eddie’s thigh, squeezing twice. “Ed, hey. We’re gonna get Lucas and get out of there. That’s it.”

“It’s not that… There’s more—we both know Lucas would call you in an emergency over me. But I wasn’t the backup. He called because my phone number is still written on Chrissy’s hand.”

“Eddie…”

“She wanted something stronger than weed! I figured I’d give her some options later! I didn’t think whatever she was scared of would leave her d—” He chokes in the word. “Steve, I hate this.”

“I know, Puppy. Me too.” Steve lifts his hand, holds it palm-up, and Eddie takes it, lacing their fingers together.

When they pull up to Benny’s there are cop cars everywhere, blocking in the cars of the basketball team. Most of the guys are standing around or sitting in the grass, all with the same haunted look, but Lucas is talking to Chief Powell.

Steve parks, and he and Eddie get out together, hands finding each other again.

“I told you,” Lucas says as they approach, his back to them, “There was no screaming. I was one room over and I didn’t hear anything.”

“But you did recognize the phone number written on her hand?”

“Yeah, I noticed it the night before, because it’s my friend’s number.”

“Oh? And who would that friend be?”

Eddie lifts his hand in a quick wave. “That’d be me, Chief. Chrissy loaned me her History notes, told her to call me when she needed ‘em back.”

“Munson. You staying out of trouble?”

“Trying to.”

“And where were you last night?”

“At home, with my boyfriend.” He lifts Steve’s hand, showing their laced fingers and drawing attention to him.

Lucas’s eyes bug out.

Powell shrugs. “We’ll call if we’ve got any more questions.”