It’s time for my inner obsession of yore to rise back to the front. I dont own all the books, don’t have multiple shirts, didn’t make my own beaded necklace, didn’t bake chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting that I gave to all my friends for years, didn’t throw an entire CHB LARP, for nothing.
“After Colony 196, humanity finally achieves peace. But the ashes of war give birth to a new threat. A child is building an empire to avenge her father. With gundam’s at her side, Earth will feel her fury.
The remaining pilots will battle each other to stop her. The endless waltz of war, peace, and revolution continues.
Prepare yourself for Gundam like you’ve never seen it before! A special Gundam Wingmovie.Endless Waltz. Friday, November 10 at 5:00. Suit Up. Again. Only Toonami.”
oh you’re neurodivergent? what non-human being did you pretend to be / believe yourself to be in order to cope with the disconnect you felt from your peers during your early childhood?
An alien who somehow was dropped on Earth and raised by human parents who had false memories of me being their biological child
Or a vampire who didn’t didn’t have their full powers yet (like in Young Dracula)
I recently stumbled upon Steve Blums tiktok and realized that he was the voice actor for these two! (Dubbed) But there’s more! He’s been in so many movies and shows I’ve watched other the years and I’m highly impressed
✨Hi, here is a wip of something that you may see someday !
I started it for something special and I completely messed up with the red ink… and I ruined it (I think I took this photo right before I messed up, already knowing that I was going to ruin my piece after that) ……… And I didn’t scan it before coloring it… so …. For now I’m redoing it all over again …. But I hope I’ll finish it…. haha
Charles Eames (June 17, 1907 - August 21, 1978) originally trained as an architect, studying at Washington University in his hometown of St. Louis, but his design sensibilities proved too radical and he never completed the program. After some architectural work in St. Louis, he was invited as a fellow to Cranbrook Academy of Art in Bloomfield Hills, MI and soon after starting began running the schools industrial design program.
Ray Eames(née Kaiser; December 15, 1912 – August 21, 1988) trained as a painter and was a founding member of the American Abstract Artists group, but she had also harbored thoughts of studying engineering. After taking a break from painting to care for her ailing mother, she applied to Cranbrook with the intension of moving her artistic practice beyond painting.
At Cranbrook, Charles and Ray’s lives began to intersect. As soon as Charles first marriage (which had been disintegrating for years) officially ended, the pair wed. Charles once defined the act of design as “any time one or more things are consciously put together in a way that they can accomplish something better than they could have accomplished individually.” This could as easily define their marriage; together Charles and Ray Eames were a tour de force in twentieth century design. While they are best known for their furniture, their contributions to graphic design, architecture, textile design, film, and fine art are not to be overlooked.
“From the 1940s to the 1970s, the Los Angeles-based husband and wife team practiced design at its most virtuous and its most expansive: their furniture, toys, buildings, films, graphics, exhibitions, and books all aimed to improve society–not only functionally but also culturally and intellectually” - The Work of Charles and Ray Eames, front flap
I think my folks had one of those molded fiberglass shell chairs – the orange, not the yellow one.
But I might have just dreamed that.
How could they have afforded it back then?
And my dad, god he was a pretentious hip bastard who wanted to be a suffering artist (because suffering for art would be so much more cool than working in office to support a family) – how could he have admitted to wanting something “plastic” no matter how stylish?
One thing I definitely did not dream is the box of Eames House of Cards.
You could “build” things by slotting the cards together.
That box of cards with their strange and beautiful images was one of the only things I was allowed to pack when my mom moved us out to California.
Damn, now I wish. I wish …
I wish I had even one single thing left as a keepsake of that life.
hey shout the fuck out to. dragons. people dont talk enough about dragons on this site. theyre sick as fuck and they do so much for everyone aged 4-84 w undiagnosed autism. be grateful
What can I say, this is my childhood dream coming to real life! Still can’t believe it’s happened…
On a side note, I’ve been so busy with college that I haven’t been active on tumblr at all, but I’m still very active on Instagram. So check it out if you would like to see some more content like reels and earlier posts. Hope to see you there ☺️
anyone else remember being a child and seeing the very neat handwriting of other little girls and somehow knowing that you were a different genre of person than they were
literally no…i remember seeing bad handwriting & thinking “oh these other kids must be orphans or something”
fascinating to hear from the other genre, thanks for your contribution
