SO, BRB. LOLLING FOREVER.

SO, BRB. LOLLING FOREVER.

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Oh no she didn’t.

So, a good friend of mine treated me to a show of Water for Elephants as a belated birthday gift. We entered the empty theater and sat in the middle of the second row of the second section.

Only a few people filtered in before the lights started to dim, everything was calm and settled—until a final group of about seven middle aged, loud and obnoxious women strolled in right before the previews.

My friend and I casually had our feet propped up on the row ahead of us, since there was no one sitting in the line of seats. There was plenty of empty rows available for the women to sit in, and I usually don’t have a problem of putting my feet down if someone needs a place to sit.

But, the way this particular group of women went about choosing a seat was beyond disrespectful.

They entered the theater loudly, laughing and whatnot. The first woman started to climb the stairs, stopped at the first row of our section, stared at us, and balantly said, loud enough to make sure we heard:

“Fuck them if they want to put their feet up!” and started to parade down the row as her giggling hoard of twilightmoms followed.

What. The. Fuck.

What did we ever do to her!?—Nothing! When did minding my own business become nescessary to call me out on!?

So, we put our feet down.

There was about ten other motherfucking rows available in the damn theater! But no—they had to choose the row right in front of us. I wanted to call her out. I wanted to kick her seat the whole fucking movie and tell her to shut the hell up whenever she spoke throughout the previews, or the intense so-silent-you-can-hear-a-pin-drop scenes.

Did I? Nope. I remained calm, composed, glaring daggers into the back of her head every time she clapped like a motherfucking moron whenever Robert Pattinson came on screen.

They were middle aged women, my mom’s age. I was completely disgusted by their throwing of popcorn and coins at the movie screen whenever the sparkling pansy wasn’t in a scene.

I shoulda just said fuck it and leaped over the row to slap a bitch. I hate people sometimes. B[

And yeah, the movie was alright.


Costume concepts! :’3
Plus a fairy.

Costume concepts! :’3

Plus a fairy.


Shitty close-up of fairies.
I wish I had a scanner. :’<

Shitty close-up of fairies.

I wish I had a scanner. :’<


Start drawing a still life in class.
Get bored of still life.
Start drawing fairies.

Start drawing a still life in class.

Get bored of still life.

Start drawing fairies.


Here, have a cheetah.
Done in acrylic paint. Complementary based assignment.

Here, have a cheetah.

Done in acrylic paint. Complementary based assignment.


omgthatdress:

Callot Soeurs dress ca. 1925-1926 via The Costume Institute of the Metropolitan Museum of Art

Ohh 1920s, how I love you. &lt;3

omgthatdress:

Callot Soeurs dress ca. 1925-1926 via The Costume Institute of the Metropolitan Museum of Art

Ohh 1920s, how I love you. <3


omgthatdress:

1920s dress via Whitaker Auctions

omgthatdress:

1920s dress via Whitaker Auctions


omgthatdress:

Dress ca. 1926 via The Meadow Brook Hall Historic Costume Collection

omgthatdress:

Dress ca. 1926 via The Meadow Brook Hall Historic Costume Collection


executions:

cheetah by jina gelder

executions:

cheetah by jina gelder

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