…and this weeks award for brilliant gif use….
I have been laughing at this for the past 5 minutes.
Fun Fact: None of the actors but Gene Wilder knew that the tunnel scene was coming. Like, they had the lines and stuff, but they thought it was just a boat ride. And when the lights came on and he started singing their terror was real
This happened a lot throughout the movie. Which is one of the reasons it’s such a great film. The directors did the same thing when they all saw the inside of the Factory for the first time. They wanted to show the face of pure imagination. To capture it all.
Same thing with the scene where he comes out of the factory to greet them. None of them had gotten to meet Gene beforehand, so when he came out all hobbled on the cane and they had these confused looks on their faces and look actually concerned when he starts to tumble forward? That’s all legit. This whole movie was successful because it fucked with everyone who wasn’t Gene Wilder.You guys know the sad Charlie reaction pic I use so much? That’s another ad lib scene. In rehearsals, gene was a lot calmer, but when they were actually filming he exploded on Peter ostrum (Charlie). That sad expression is genuine. And tht’s what it’s basically my favorite reaction picture ever.
The reason he came out limping and then rolled forward was so that from that point forward nobody could tell if he was lying or telling the truth.
literally none of this movie was scripted they just found a group of people and had them improvise an entire movie as cameras were rolling gene wilder doesn’t even exist you’re still dreaming
I really like owning, shopping for, modding and taking pictures of my BJDs, but very few people know about them because I’m a guy, and I don’t want to be made fun of. If anyone comes over and sees them accidentally, I just say that they’re action figures.
Image by BJDConfessions
No no no noooo
Guys that have bjds are adorable.
Four characters are standing at the edge of a volcano on a deserted island that is about to explode, unless one person jumps in and offers themselves as tribute to the island gods. Who jumps in? How is that decision made?
Anton and Juan would argue about it. Kitty would stop them arguing and try to do it herself. Teddy would just do it, but Juan would stop him at the last second and jump in before anyone could argue.
this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day
That tom cat was like:
"This thorn invested wall means nothing."
"I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady."
and the lady cat was all:
"My brave darling."
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!
Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.
OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.
Few romantic heroes could do better.
I don’t post cats often but that illustration.
Whoa that illustration!
IF SOMEONE WITH PHOTOSHOP AND A COUPLE HOURS TO SPARE CAN FIX YOUR MESS-UP DISNEY, THERE IS LITERALLY NO EXCUSE
I…don’t see a difference?
I had to look at other reblogs to find it. In the first one, her braid jumps from behind her to in front of her arm before she runs her hand under it.
Damn, people are observant.
BETTER!!! Soooooo much better!!
Then I checked back in on Amazon and I have a question: I had initially bought the book for a penny and four dollar’s shipping, but the invoice online said it was four even. This made me wonder: Did I just get a free book? Or did I pay four dollars for a book and get free shipping? Does it matter?
Anyway, I left school early today so I could work on my paper this evening. Tomorrow morning, I need to get to the school early to work on finishes and the sculpture.
I got a pass on my dubbing project, but I want to get that done immediately, as well as my breeze animation. I’ll probably try to get those done first thing after the end of the semester. I know, I know, I’m still looking to do clay tests and fire stuff, but that’s for myself, not for a class, and I don’t feel right taking a grade when I haven’t actually done the work. I also don’t feel that I have the right to any grade that he might give me when I spent most of my class time making excuses.
So. Actually, I could probably get the dub done before grades are due. The swing scene could be done immediately. Then I could be on my way to doing what I want to do.
I’m going to write my paper now. I have a feeling it’s going to be a really (perhaps unnecessarily long) paper.
Of course it is.
ALL BITCHES THIS IS MY HOME TOWN TAKE A FUCKING SEAT WHILE I TELL YOU THIS STORY. GET A BOWL OF POPCORN BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS DOPE
IN THE 1940’S PORTLAND WAS PUTTING IN LAMPPOSTS AND FOR WHATEVER GOD DAMN REASON THIS ONE NEVER GOT FILLED.
IN 1946, DICK FAGAN, AN AMERICAN IRISHMAN WHO WROTE FOR THE OREGON JOURNAL, GOT BLOODY FUCKING BORED AT HIS JOB AND WOULD LOOK OUT HIS WINDOW ONTO THIS SAD EXCUSE FOR ROAD CONSTRUCTION HOLE. ONE DAY HE SAID “FUCK THIS” AND PLANTED SOME FLOWERS.
HE WROTE ABOUT THIS NEW FUCKING PARK AND SPOKE ABOUT HOW LEPRECHAUNS LIVED THERE AND SHIT. MOTHERFUCKING LEPRECHAUNS IN THE MIDDLE OF DOWNTOWN, WHAT THE SHIT.
HOLD ONTO TO THE EDGE OF YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS RIDE GETS EVEN BETTER. THIS PARK HOLDS A GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR BEING THE SMALLEST PARK WITH WITH INFORMATION SAYING “It was designated as a city park on 17 March 1948 at the behest of the city journalist Dick Fagan (USA) for snail races and as a colony for leprechauns”. MOTHER. FUCKING. SNAIL RACES. BITCHES.
IT’S EVEN BEEN PIMPED OUT OVER THE YEARS
HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKS WE CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HERE
WE CARE ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT.
THE BEST PART IS THAT IT EVEN HAD OCCUPY PORTLAND PROTESTERS
SO I HOPE YOU FUCKING LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY ABOUT TINY ASS PARKS.
Oh my god this is the best thing.
Me: that’s sad. *reads further*falls in love a little*
I’ve decided that once a day I’m going to share a photo from flickr that I really like. Here’s the first one.
I’m stuck in this rut and thankfully, I’m four days from freedom from said rut. But in the meantime, I still have a paper, a test, two animations, a presentation, a sculpture and several finishes to do before I’m done. The last two parts of the paper haven’t been started. The test, obviously, not started, since it’s unfortunately not until Wednesday. Today I worked on the ‘set’ and the ‘actress’ of my one animation. The other should come together quickly, and it will be completed before it’s due. It won’t take long. The other animation may take a little longer. I also lost my x-sheet……meaning I’ll have to do another one…. The sculpture just needs a fourth hand and for me to attach her wings and perhaps compile a montage for the wings. The finishes shouldn’t be that hard. I think I’ve got…..oh yeah, only three left…. My friend a) scared the crap out of me again. Most of the time, he has his keys, but sometimes he doesn’t and he’ll walk reeeeeally quietly—and today, he came into the room reeeeeeally quietly and then spoke suddenly, as I was getting into my happy/sculptor place. B) He’s a painter, so obviously he works with color and he reminded me that the prof wanted the clay ‘finished’, and technically a finish covers the entire surface. I understand that…..but….really? I mean, I know I need to put more crayon on the one that I’m coloring with crayon, but first I need to melt the wax that’s there, and it’s tricky to put the wax down on the clay. Do I reeeeeeeaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy have to cover the whole entire surface??? I’m trying to use the color creatively.
*sigh* But I still have three finishes left to start, let alone finish. I’m going to have to stay at school extra long this week, hungry or not. Just this week. That’s all that’s left. I can do this.
I’m so burnt out. I’m like a traditionally crafted canoe. This break is hugely welcome, in my book. Except, I’ll still be down at the school pretty much all the time….. I’m going to work Monday through Thursday, probably a good six hours, between maintenance and the library. Even without Friday or the weekend, I’m still making (actually a little bit more than) two weeks in one week, so pretty much huge chunks of my check can go to rent, to catch up and pay ahead.
Now I just have to challenge myself to create more often, to get off of Tumblr and do all those things that I’m dying to do that I didn’t do this semester because of work.
You know, the thought of making so much money makes it tempting to just go nuts buying stuff. Like……polyclay. And movies and books and…..hmm……
Oh, I think I found the jars I’ve been looking for.
I should get some sleep. I have no clue at all what in the world I’m going to eat.„„„,How does this happen? I get enough food for the week and it remains mostly uneaten throughout the week……What the hell is the point????
Even if you don’t have a bucket list, you have a bucket list. So tell me. What’s on your character’s bucket list?
Wow. I know I have a bucket list, but I guess my character is just so naive right now, she really just wants to do the normal stuff: ride in a hot air balloon, visit the Grand Canyon, fall in love. She’s not very ambitious yet; she doesn’t know a lot and she doesn’t think she can do a lot.