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There’s a lot of Scooby Doo stuff on Netflix

Just finished this show and now there’s a wholesome void in my life so I drew them in my favorite outfits of theirs.

Also no one asked but I am disappointed by the lack of ryo x nijika content there is so someone fix that thanks

Jesse and Saul are such an underrated duo. It’s giving Aaron and Bryan energy and not enough people are talking about it.

After July

St. Vincent: Lone Star The virtuosic rock siren comes home to Texas “I think there are things that you just can’t explain about a place,” says Annie Clark, aka, St. Vincent, with regards to Dallas, Texas. The evocative musical maverick’s hometown is where she’s recorded all of her resplendent albums – from 2007‘s debut Marry Me, her breakthrough Strange Mercy, Love This Giant with David Byrne and most recently, the eponymous, Grammy Award-winning, St. Vincent – and she returns in director Alan Del Rio Ortiz’s candid film. Specifically, the majority were laid down at Elmwood Recordings, the homely studio owned by longtime collaborator John Congleton. A vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, composer and producer, St. Vincent’s non-conformist approach to songwriting has reinforced her reputation as an art rock virtuoso. Part radiance, part dark and chaotic, Clark’s music is creatively commanding, and she remains a singular artist who can front Nirvana and perform “Lithium” at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony, host an experimental radio show on Beats 1, design a guitar for Ernie Ball and write critically acclaimed, sonically wild pop music from the future. [photos = stills from Alan Del Rio Ortiz’s film]

bocchi!!!!!

Art by vewn

pj harvey photographed in bridport, england, for alternative press, aug. 18, 2000. x

The first episode of Breaking Bad “Pilot” premiered 15 years ago today.

“What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger. They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock. The minutes ticked by from the round watch in Ennis’s pocket, from the sticks in the fire settling into coals. Stars bit through the wavy heat layers above the fire. Ennis’s breath came slow and quiet, he hummed, rocked a little in the sparklight and Jack leaned against the steady heartbeat, the vibrations of the humming like faint electricity and, standing, he fell into sleep that was not sleep but something else drowsy and tranced…” – Annie Proulx

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) dir. Ang Lee