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bungou stray dogs | heathers!au

mostly the musical, but the movie too

tatsuhiko shibusawa as heather chandler. «the allmighty». he is a mythic [son of a?:))] bitch.

— his colour is red

— «shut up, fyodor!»

— murdered by monday morning king of the school

— well after his death he became more popular than john lennon

fyodor dostoevsky as heather duke. runs the yearbook. no discernible personality.

— his colour is green

— «sorry, tatsuhiko»

— he isn't a bulimic, he is a bulimist

— shibusawa's death is clearly the best thing that ever happened to him

osamu dazai as heather mcnamara. head cheerleader. his dad is louded - he sells engagement rings.

— his colour is yellow

— «stupid childproof caps...»

— his lifeboat was nearly drowned in the end of the story

— but he was saved by tiger boi;)) (let's say that he is veronica in this au ok)

«they're solid teflon -

never bothered,

never harassed.

i'd give anything to be like that»

another thought: imagine a biopic about russian novelist coming out and everyone going crazy over it to realize that's another goncharov

wow how about that

I just... Want her to do it again please

Cs fandom: *freaking out because of a s3 trailer*

Me (a clown): What IF Neel carried😳 Kaleidoscope in his arms 👁👁

But in all honesty I this drawing turned out a little different than I expected. Especially the faces, they look really different in the style. It's because I drew them both different days so I guess my style switched drastically

whoa, hey! here’s the FIRST of TWO collaborations between me and @amserpand! we each sketched something domestic and ineffable, then inked and colored each other’s sketches, and it was fantastic, thank you, goodnight. head over to their blog and check out the other side of our collab!

DESK SET (1957) THE SPENCER TRACY LEGACY: A TRIBUTE BY KATHARINE HEPBURN (1986)

Dear Spence—who ever thought that I’d be writing you a letter. You died on the 10th of June in 1967. My golly, Spence, that’s fifteen, no that’s eighteen years ago. That’s a long time. Are you happy finally? Is it a nice long rest you’re having? Making up for all your tossing and turning in life. You know, I never believed you when you said that you just couldn’t get to sleep. I thought, Oh—come on—you sleep—if you didn’t sleep you’d be dead. You’d be so worn out. Then remember that night when—oh, I don’t know, you felt so disturbed. And I said, Well, go on in—go to bed. And I’ll lie on the floor and talk you to sleep. I’ll just talk and talk and you’ll be so bored, you’re bound to drift off. Well, I went in and got an old pillow and Lobo the dog. I lay there watching you and stroking Old Dog. I was talking about you and the movie we’d just finished—Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner—and my studio and your new tweed coat and the garden and all the nice sleep-making topics and cooking and dull gossip, but you never stopped tossing—to the right, to the left—shove the pillows—pull the covers—on and on and on. Finally—really finally—not just then—you quieted down. I waited a while—and then I crept out. You told me the truth, didn’t you, Spence? You really could not sleep. And I used to wonder then—why? Why, Spence? I still wonder. You took the pills. They were quite strong. I suppose you have to say that otherwise you would never have slept at all. Living wasn’t easy for you, was it? What did you like to do? You loved sailing, especially in stormy weather. You loved polo. But then Will Rogers was killed in that airplane accident. And the fun went out of it for you, didn’t it? You never played polo again—never again. Tennis, golf, swimming, no, not really. You’d bat a few balls. Fair you were. I don’t think that you ever swang a golf club. Is “swang” a word? Swimming? Well, you didn’t like cold water. And walking? No, that didn’t suit you. That was one of those things where you could think at the same time—of this, of that, of what, Spence? What was it? Was it some specific life thing like Johnny being deaf, or being a Catholic and you felt a bad Catholic? No comfort, no comfort. I remember Father Ciklic telling you that you concentrated on all the bad and none of the good which your religion offered. It must have been something very fundamental, very ever-present. And the incredible fact. There you were—really the greatest movie actor. I say this because I believe it and I have heard many people of standing in our business say it. From Olivier to Lee Strasberg to David Lean. You name it. You could do it. And you could do it with that glorious simplicity, that directness: you could just do it. You couldn’t enter your own life, but you could be someone else. You were a killer, a priest, a fisherman, a sportswriter, a judge, a newspaperman. You were it in a moment. You hardly had to study. You learned the lines in no time. What a relief! You could be someone else for a while. You weren’t you—you were safe. You loved to laugh, didn’t you? You never missed those individual comics: Jimmy Durante, Phil Silvers, Fanny Brice, Frank McHugh, Mickey Rooney, Jack Benny, Burns and Allen, Smith and Dale, and your favorite, Bert Williams. Funny stories: you could tell them—and brilliantly. You could laugh at yourself. You enjoyed very, very much the friendship and admiration of people like the Kanins, Frank Sinatra, Bogie and Betty, George Cukor, Vic Fleming, Stanley Kramer, the Kennedys, Harry Truman, Lew Douglas. You were fun with them, you had fun with them, you felt safe with them. But then back to life’s trials. Oh hell, take a drink—no-yes-maybe. Then stop taking the drink. You were great at that, Spence. You could just stop. How I respected you for that. Very unusual. Well, you said on this subject: never safe until you’re seven feet underground. But why the escape hatch? Why was it always opened—to get away from the remarkable you? What was it, Spence? What was it? I meant to ask you. Did you know what it was? What did you say? I can’t hear you…

hi everyone!

my name is yeliza, i’m ukrainian, living in kyiv. funny story but currently we have a 150k+ army of russians all over the ukrainian borders, as well as an ongoing shelling from uncontrolled territories that has been averaging more than 1000 strikes daily. more fun facts - we are currently in a state of emergency, and it’s of high probability that russians will start a major invasion pretty damn soon. kyiv will be one of the first to be hit :)

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much love and appreciation for your help!

if you have any question regarding the situation, i’ll be glad to answer as long as i’ll be able to! stay safe!

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i suppose it's only 1:21AM in US but WHERE IS MY UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON 2 EPISODES👺