Technicolour Insanity

youre nb but you call yourself a bitch (bitch is a FEMALE dog btw) why???

may i present you

My friend just sent me this.... she’s not even British. She just knew my scarred cursed childhood and decided I’d like it.

The Umbrella Academy will be a failure of a TV show if Klaus doesn’t get to summon a bunch of ghosts to kill everyone while “thriller” or “monster mash” plays. I’m flexible but not that much

Lilo, why are you all wet?

I always thought this scene was adorable

i never made that connection

WOW

This is one of my favourite movies yet somehow I never saw this deleted scene…. Excuse me a second…

Stitch canonically has a brain that can think faster than a super computer.

Aziraphale, having just listened to a song which is 87% made of the word bicycle: Oh look. No gears. Just a perfectly normal velocipede.

Aziraphale is a rule follower at his core. Which means when he wants to rebel, or be petty or mean or disobedient, he has to be creative .

#he also uses the exact same bitch troll trick on Gabriel at the end with great plan / ineffable plan#and i assume crowley caught on immediately bc hes been suffering aziraphale’s weaponized pedantry for millennia

“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it. When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on. But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.”

“That same night I looked out of the window of my room at the roofs of the houses you can see from there, and at the tops of the elms, dark against the night sky. Above the roofs, a single star, but a beautiful, big, friendly one. And I thought of us all and I thought of my own years gone by and of our home, and these words and this sentiment sprang to my mind, `Keep me from being a son who brings shame, give me Thy blessing, not because I deserve it, but for my Mother’s sake. Thou art Love, cover all things. Without Thy constant blessing we succeed in nothing.’

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