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Rest in peace Lola Chantrelle Mitchell aka Gangsta Boo

[theoasiswinds]

Hey my darlings, I am going to offer these 10 dollar digital Bust sketches like these samples as well as normal comissions

if interested feel free to send me a chat

Why offer sketches as well, you ask? well this economy sucks and though we have new insurance starting next month for my son's surgery and mine as well, we will still have to pay a part and bills...

why are these still so cheap? well because Im sure we arent the only ones struggling with this crappy economy and life, and art is a luxury.

also if you recognize the first character, thats awesome we have the same taste in films! either way names in the tags

[himbopatrol]

i feel like you could place these three in ancient rome and it would be fine. 

[mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves]

Top 20 new-to-me movies of 2022

1. The End of Evangelion (1997, Kazuya Tsurumaki/Hideaki Anno, Japan)

2. The Tin Drum (1979, Volker Schlöndorff, Germany)

3. Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021, Dean Fleischer Camp, USA)

4. Little Miss Sunshine (2006, Jonathan Dayton/Valerie Faris, USA)

5. Beginners (2010, Mike Mills, USA)

6. I, Daniel Blake (2016, Ken Loach, UK)

7. Stalker (1979, Andrei Tarkovsky, Russia)

8. Bo Burnham: Inside (2021, Bo Burnham, USA)

9. Licorice Pizza (2021, Paul Thomas Anderson, USA)

10. The Mitchells vs. The Machines (2021, Mike Rianda, Hong Kong)

11. Daddy Longlegs (2009, Josh Safdie/Benny Safdie, USA)

12. The Worst Person in the World (2021, Joachim Trier, Norway)

13. The End of the Tour (2015, James Ponsoldt, USA)

14. Hollywood Shuffle (1987, Robert Townsend, USA)

15. The Big Bad Fox and Other Tales... (2017, Benjamin Renner/Patrick Imbert, France/Belgium)

16. The French Connection (1971, William Friedkin, USA)

17. Another Round (2020, Thomas Vinterberg, Denmark)

18. The Trial (1962, Orson Welles, France)

19. Exit Through the Gift Shop (2010, Banksy, UK)

20. Human Traffic (1999, Justin Kerrigan, UK/Ireland)

[krispyweiss]

Janis Ian with Tom Rush at Southern Theatre, Columbus, Ohio, May 18, 2022

If going out at the top of your game is the goal, Janis Ian is the victor.

The folkie is pulling off the road after her tour wraps in November. But judging from Ian’s riveting, May 18 performance inside a two-thirds full Southern Theatre in Columbus, Ohio, this is for personal, rather than professional, reasons.

At 71, Ian can still hit most of the notes that informed “At Seventeen,” which appeared late in the 13-song, career-spanning set, a solo-acoustic performance running 75 minutes. And her harmonics-laden guitar playing is as fluid as ever - Ian even stepped to the lip of the stage to show off her blues chops against chorus of foot stomps of her own and the audience’s making on “Bright Lights and Promises.”

She slapped the body and strings of her axe to coax reverb and percussive effects on 2020’s “Resist” and boldly reminded concertgoers the fight for equality - which she first sang of on 1965’s “Society’s Child” - is a continuing battle.

Put her in high heels, so she can’t run/carve out between her legs so she can’t come/get her a dress, for easy access/tell everybody that she’s just like all the rest, Ian sung defiantly.

Ian is calling her farewell Celebrating Our Years Together and acknowledged the fans who’ve stuck with her as she evolved from teenage wunderkind to veteran folkie, saying: “All I ever wanted was this, so thank you.”

Opening act and long-time friend Tom Rush joined Ian on the sparse stage - two Persian rugs and black backdrop - for her encore to perform the anthemic “Better Times Will Come.” Ian wrote it during quarantine just after John Prine’s death and passed it on to John Gorka; his rendition caught fire online and it’s subsequently been recorded by some 800 artists around the globe.

This version was the picture and sound of juxtaposition - the tall, lanky Rush alongside the compact Ian; his baritone under her soprano as they declared: When this world learns to live as one/oh, better times will come

While Ian is retiring, Rush, 81, is on his first-annual retirement tour and says he’s learned to use the phrase most-recent, rather than last, album to describe his latest work. His 40-minute solo set was a mix of funny originals (“Making the Best of a Bad Situation”) serious covers (a languid rendition of Joni Mitchell’s “Urge for Going,” a song he recorded before its author), existential originals (“Voices”) and uptempo, down-and-dirty blues, including Sleepy John Estes’ “Drop Down Mama” and a frenetic mashup up of “Who Do You Love” -> “Hey Bo Diddley” -> “Who Do You Love.”

There were a few bum notes and Rush stopped mid-song at one point - “Sorry,” he said - to find his place. But there are reasons he’s been around so long and why he’s revered by people like Ian. And Rush brought many of them with him to Columbus.

Grade card: Janis Ian with Tom Rush at Southern Theatre, 5/18/22 - A-/B

5/19/22

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Raiders 2-Round Mock Draft: A Game-Changing Defensive Back? Yes Please

If the Raiders stay put at No. 13, maybe drafting one of the best defensive backs in this year's class wouldn't be such a bad outcome.

What the Las Vegas Raiders will end up doing on draft day is truly anyone’s guess. Raider Nation can at least take some comfort in knowing that general manager Tom Telesco has a notable track record with this event. There’s been tons of conjecture and hearsay about the Raiders and the route they’ll take. Let’s face it: Raider Nation likes to get itself excited, only to experience the grim reality…

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[vivwritesfics]

Love cowboy Rooster so I have idea,

Rooster and reader taking a trail ride (with others horses if you want) to a lake to have a picnic date while the horses are going crazy in the water :)

Also I love how you did a mixture of both the ideas, I loved it 🥹

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in my multipart baby of a bob cowboy fic the callsigns are nicknames they got from the rodeo -- same applies here

Bradley would never get sick of the sight of this. Of her in the barn, wearing a sundress and his fucking Stetson. All she was doing was leaning against a stable door, feeding Goose a sugar cube.

(Goose was Bradley's dad's horse. They'd gotten him at two years old from auction just months before Nick Bradshaw sadly passed. Bradley had kept Goose going for the better part of twenty eight years. He was too old to ride now, and nobody loved him more than Bradley's girlfriend).

Bradley couldn't stop himself from sliding his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in for a kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Let me say goodbye to Goose," she said and pulled the Stetson from her head to place it on his own.

The way Bradley watched her, it could only be described as having hearts for eyes. He watched as she held Goose's nose and lifted it, giving the little pink patch on his nose a kiss. "We'll be back soon, buddy," she said as his nose came to rest on her shoulder.

"C'mon," Bradley said and gently pulled her away. If he had any competition in this world, it was Goose.

Bradley helped her get into Bo's saddle. He didn't have to help her, but he always liked to. As soon as her feet her in the stirrups and she had leaned down to kiss him, he moved on, easily swinging himself up into Rusty's saddle.

They set off, riding side by side away from the Bradshaw ranch. It had been his parents before his. When his father died, Pete Mitchell (who had earnt the nickname from the rodeo) stepped up for a few years. Bradley couldn't remember when Pete left, he didn't even remember him being there. But Bradley had been the man of the house for damn near twenty years.

When his mother died, he was all alone on the ranch. Well, until she came along.

She, who brought that sparkle of light back into his life. She, who Bradley loved with everything that he had. She rode beside him, barely holding onto Bo. She didn't need to, not when he would loyally follow Rusty.

When they got to the lake, there was a series of whoops and hollers. Bradley jumped down from Rusty first. He knew she didn't need help getting out of Bo's saddle; he just liked standing behind her, pulling her against him for a brief second.

"Nice hat!" Jake 'Hangman' Seresin called towards her.

There was a time where she would have been so embarrassed that she rushed to place the hat back onto Bradley's head, but she just grinned at Jake. "Thanks," she said, tongue poking between her teeth as Bradley tied the horses up. "Stole it."

Jake rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it. She took her seat beside Bob, gratefully accepting the water he offered her. It wasn't often the squad got to do things like this. Jake and Natasha were both on the rodeo circuit and Bob, Javi, Mickey and Reuben all worked on ranches in the area.

Bradley sat down beside her and immediately pulled her closer, planting a kiss to her cheek.

"Are we gonna see you on the circuit this year, Bradshaw?" Nat asked from where she laid in the sun, her own hat covering her head.

Although Bradley (Or Rooster, as they called him on the circuit) was born and raised for the rodeo, he gave it up. Once his mom died and he was alone running the ranch, he just couldn't. There was far too much to do. Besides, he didn't miss the buckle bunny's begging for him to take them back to his Bronco.

"Yeah, Bradshaw," his girl said, but it didn't take him by surprise. She loved watching him do what he did best.

He finally took the hat from her head and placed it on her own. "You want to watch, pretty girl?" He asked, his mouth close to hers. They kissed and, well, a little more, only pulling away when they heard the group of late twenties/thirty year olds shouting 'ew!'