Confessions of a Psycho Cat (Herb Stanley, 1968)

Another Adventure Line Daycare/TSP Daycare AU doodle ft. Jazz (Lil' Jasper)

Based on a cat meme and a leg cameo of Herb, one of the caretakers of the Daycare! ^^

Dorothy, it's Stan. Didn't you recognize me? Of course I recognized you. That's why I slammed the door in your face.

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Ron "Pigpen" McKernan (9/8/45 - 3/8/73)

Silkscreen by Stanley Mouse, photo by Herb Greene

What do u think Herb’s favorite foods would be? Or just food he really likes

Hey babes, so when I first got this ask I had absolutely no thoughts on the matter whatsoever, but recently I read the transcript of the episode of Ed Gamble and James Acaster's podcast Off Menu in which Stanley Tucci guest stars, and I decided to take the ones I thought gave the biggest Herb vibe about them.

And a bonus, because I thought this parallel between Stanley and Herb is really interesting:

i feel better now after rewatching robots for the first time since i was four dare i say i even think i might be “normal” again

W a t c h i n g

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I'm not add impressed by it. I know it's seen as a classic, but it took an hour for the real action to start.

I think Jackie and Sammo have better collaborations and individual movies.

'Singin' in the Rain' – Gene Kelly's gotta dance on HBO Max

‘Singin’ in the Rain’ – Gene Kelly’s gotta dance on HBO Max

Singin’ in the Rain (1952) has been hailed as the greatest American musical ever made. It’s certainly one of the most fun, a knockabout reimagining of the transition from silent to sound movies: lousy history but a blast of singing, dancing, romancing energy and color. Gene Kelly is Don Lockwood, the vaudeville schlub turned movie stuntman and finally matinee idol. His introduction is brilliant,…

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“  you  must  be  one  of  mina’s  friends,  then?  you  better  come  in,  i  saw  leo  and  sammy  take  snowboards  to  the  roof,  and  they  won’t  bother  to  think  about  safety  until  they’ve  knocked  you  out.  “          there  does  exist  a  small  part  of  her  that  wonders  if  she  ought  to  exercise  a  touch  more  caution  with  just  inviting  people  into  the  apartment.  frankly,  all  along  there  had  been  this  unspoken  agreement  that  they  would  all  defend  themselves  perfectly  well  enough  to  handle  whatever  dangerous  stranger  had  the  audacity  to  waltz  in  off  the  street.  but  oddly  enough,  fighting  a  stranger  when  they’re  having  a  family  dinner  together  feels  out  of  place.  so  even  as  she  closes  the  door  behind  him,  she  finds  herself  lightly  hoping  that  he’s  just  here  to  socialize  and  have  a  good  meal,  rather  than  carry  out  any  nefarious  deeds  in  the  process.          “  i’d  offer  to  take  your  coat,  but  i’ve  been  working  on  this  prank  all  afternoon,  and  there’s  paint  on  my  arms.  don’t  suppose  you  want  to  help,  would  you?  i  just  need  someone  to  keep  watch  for  tim;  you  might  actually  want  to  keep  your  coat  on,  if  you’re  helping  me,  that  is.  “

@lightcreators​ liked THIS POST for a family holiday dinner starter for draco!! ( and i’m gonna leave all the locations of the other muses in the tags in case you want draco to mingle! )

Member of the family of Alverda H. (Hoffman) Herb Bull's Eye Quilt Pennsylvania, United States 1900–1920 Cotton 86 × 84 1/2" Credit Line: Gift of Dr. Stanley and Jacqueline Schneider Accession number: 1980.31.2 Photo Credit: Gavin Ashworth

Confessions of a Psycho Cat (Herb Stanley, 1968)

More doodles for the crowd,, Starring: Ghost ( @ghosteyes-i-main-on-pinterest ) Herb & Silas ( @shinymoonforest ) And Scarlett! ( @adamkeepr ) - Oh, and of course, My narrators, Edgar and Wallace!

God, I love stupid Stanley Parable shenanigans

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Romuald Hazoumè: Tallonée mask, 2015

Stanley Weston: Cassius Clay, 1962

Edward Weston: Pine, Lake Tenaya, Yosemite National Park, 1937

Herb Ritts: Duo VIII’ LA, 1990 [feet]

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Headcanons for the Bittle-Zimmerman farmhouse:

Bitty keeps a garden. He plays Beyoncè for his heirloom tomatoes. The strawberries are Swifties. His herb garden prefers whatever Spotify playlist Jack uses when he goes on his morning runs. Jack started talking to the basil in French. Bitty ended up making pesto.

The kitchen takes up half the first floor. It’s the heart of the house. Clearly. It has a big stone fireplace that Bitty has used to cook things. Jack has pizza delivery on speed dial when Bitty announces he’s going to cook in the fireplace. It always smells like freshly baked bread. Bitty’s sourdough starter is named Blanche. Like the Golden Girl. She’s a sassy bitch. There’s a sitting area and breakfast nook. If they have parties, everyone gravitates toward the kitchen. It has a door that leads directly to Bitty’s hothouse. The kitchen is painted butter-yellow. There is more than one oven.

Jack found the dilapidated farmhouse while he was taking a drive to clear his head one weekend. He liked the wraparound porch. He pulled into the drive and instantly saw Bitty and a couple of kids cavorting in the yard. He put an offer on it the next day.

The wall of the staircase has Jack’s photos on it. Mostly black and white photos. The mantle of the living room fireplace is crowded with family photos. Most of them are candid shots.

There are six bedrooms, four full bathrooms, and two powder rooms. Tater practically lives there during the off-season. Ransom, Holster, Chowder, Nursey, and Dex call it Haus 3.0. Nursey finished his first novel in one of the guest rooms.

Alicia and Suzanne helped pick out the furniture. It looks nice, but can withstand an entire NHL team celebrating a Stanley Cup win.

There’s a photo of Patrick, their youngest, recreating Jack’s first encounter with the Stanley Cup during his first encounter with the Stanley Cup. In all fairness to Patrick, he was only 3 months old.

Jack built an outdoor kitchen for barbecues. Bitty uses it to can his jams.

Jack learned food photography. He does the photos for Bitty’s cookbooks, but uses a pseudonym. (His first and middle initials and his paternal grandmother’s maiden name.) All the photos are done in the kitchen, dining room, or the back deck/outdoor kitchen.

Christopher Gable and Twiggy in The Boy Friend (Ken Russell, 1971)

Cast: Twiggy, Christopher Gable, Max Adrian, Bryan Pringle, Murray Melvin, Moyra Fraser, Georgina Hale, Sally Bryant, Vladek Sheybal, Tommy Tune, Brian Murphy, Graham Armitage, Antonia Ellis, Caryl Little, Glenda Jackson. Screenplay: Ken Russell, based on a musical play by Sandy Wilson. Cinematography: David Watkin. Production design: Tony Walton. Costume design: Shirley Russell. Music: Peter Maxwell Davies; songs: Sandy Wilson, Nacio Herb Brown, Arthur Freed. 

Nothing succeeds like excess. That seems to have been Ken Russell's motto, well displayed in The Boy Friend. As I watched it, I thought the first parody of Busby Berkeley's kaleidoscopic production numbers for Warner Bros. musicals was brilliant. The second was entertaining. The third was ... well, maybe the law of diminishing returns had set in. The original stage musical was a campy sendup of the kind of musical comedies that P.G. Wodehouse, Guy Bolton, and Jerome Kern used to create for the Princess Theatre and later in the 1920s: tuneful light romances with silly plots. But for the movie, Russell superadds a campy sendup of the backstage movie musicals of the 1930s, borrowing plot and even dialogue from 42nd Street (Lloyd Bacon, 1933), hence the Berkeley parodies. I first saw The Boy Friend around the time of its first release, and enjoyed it. But watching it again now, I found myself looking at the clock after the first hour and a half passed. The version I had seen in the theater was the one MGM had cut by 25 minutes; the restored version runs an exhausting two hours and 17 minutes. That said, there is much to enjoy about Russell's movie, especially the vividly colored production design by Tony Walton and costumes by Shirley Russell (the director's wife). The presence of the great Tommy Tune in the cast is also a plus. The Sandy Wilson songs are pleasantly hummable, and the interpolation of two songs by Nacio Herb Brown and Arthur Freed that were featured in Singin' in the Rain (Stanley Donen and Gene Kelly, 1952) is nice. But a little camp goes a long way, and piling camp on camp can be tiresome, especially if the camp is done the way Russell does it: with a smirk rather than a wink.