Dream Makers

I am a neo-Brooklynite and proud of it. My recent fandoms of choice are the creations of Anne Rice, Arthur Conan Doyle, C.J, Cherryh, Gale Anne Hurd, Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, Gerry Anderson, Guillermo del Toro, Jim Henson, JK Rowling, Joss Whedon, Len Wiseman, Madeleine L'Engle, Mike Mignola, Octavia Butler, Phillip Iscove, Robert Tabert, Sam Raimi, Stan Lee, Steven Moffat, Steven Spielberg, Tanith Lee and many, many more...


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That’s all folks!

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Lauren Bacall Sept. 16th 1924- August 12th 2014

“I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.”

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damnthatswhack:

That last kid gives me hope

Now, I’m feeling really, really old - Nintendo Gameboy was the sh#t! Young S.O.B.’s making me feel geriatric.

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mysharona1987:

Some wonderful book-themed handbags.

Here is the link to purchase the book purse/book clutch/book bag (whatever you call it in your neighbourhood):

https://www.etsy.com/listing/72629514/dracula-book-purse-dracula-book-clutch?ref=listing-shop-header-3

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indianajoel89:

Goodbye, my friend.  RIP Robin Williams

indianajoel89:

Goodbye, my friend.
RIP Robin Williams

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febricant:

uncoolguy:

'It's not your fault.”

I’m not prone to tears. I’m not really prone to overt displays of emotion in general, but tonight I am in floods of gentle tears about a stranger’s passing.

It’s the power of art, I think, that it can touch us very deeply in ways we don’t necessarily expect. This is not a profound or groundbreaking statement, but I just remembered that the name my father calls me is from Robin Williams’ sign-off in Mork & Mindy. It’s been one of my names since before I have conscious memory, so in a way, so has Robin Williams.

Belonging to the generation I do, Robin Williams was part of the fabric of my childhood. I saw Aladdin more times than I can count like countless other children, but I also want to talk a little bit about how Robin Williams was part of the formation of my understanding that art is powerful.

I remember this scene in particular because I had never heard it, the simple phrase “It’s not your fault” in this context, never with this degree of perfect, hard-won sincerity. Troubled, disruptive children rarely hear this from the adults in their life. I cried harder furtively watching this on stolen VHS long after I was meant to be asleep than I ever had while watching anything before. The power of this reached me from a hunk of plastic in an outdated VCR in a basement I used to hide in, and it’s never quite left me.

This is a performance that made me feel better for a little while, and I can’t textually express how important it was to me, at the time and ever since, to realise that art has meaning, that there were people out there who also might have needed to hear this, or it wouldn’t exist. 

I am going to miss Robin Williams, not just for his unfailingly warm, wry presence as I experienced it through his work, even with his ability to be chilling, but for his ability to reach through the screen and illustrate to me that there was a spark of something more vital and visceral in the world than I had ever imagined. 

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I can’t believe he is gone. Rest in Peace Robin Williams!

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theorlandojones:

theorlandojones:

RIP my friend. Truly one of the greatest highlights of my life to work with you and get to know you. You will be missed.
Condolences to friends, family and loved ones during this awful tragedy. 
Excuse me while I go and have a good cry.

Other than playful mocking my sartorial splendor, a number of folks have asked me to explain the context of this photograph. So here goes:After working together in Evolution, my friend David Duchovny offered me a role in House of D, his directorial debut. I immediately said yes, mostly because I couldn’t resist playing Erykah Badu’s pimp and hanging out with Robin Williams. On my first day of shooting Robin saw my outfit and went straight for the jugular. He didn’t gesture or even look at Duchovny. In a voice that sounded a lot like black guy #4 in any 70’s blaxploitation film he said, “you mean, this white man is paying you to degrade black women by literally acting like a short term relationship consultant aka pimp? How much is this cracker paying you to sell your soul, brutha?”My response, "He’s not paying me. I owe him five hundred dollars for letting me talk to you" That moment was captured in this photo. Like everyone who mourns his death, Robin Williams made my sides and cheeks hurt, made tears of joy stream down my face. I’m proud to say he even made me scream. In turn, one of the great moments of my life was making him laugh. We’re hardly even but it’s a small personal victory I will carry with me always along with the joy he gave me and so many others.No matter what anyone tells you, words and ideas can change the world.RIP O Captain, my captain. Until we meet again. 

theorlandojones:

theorlandojones:

RIP my friend. Truly one of the greatest highlights of my life to work with you and get to know you. You will be missed.

Condolences to friends, family and loved ones during this awful tragedy. 

Excuse me while I go and have a good cry.

Other than playful mocking my sartorial splendor, a number of folks have asked me to explain the context of this photograph. So here goes:

After working together in Evolution, my friend David Duchovny offered me a role in House of D, his directorial debut. I immediately said yes, mostly because I couldn’t resist playing Erykah Badu’s pimp and hanging out with Robin Williams. 

On my first day of shooting Robin saw my outfit and went straight for the jugular. He didn’t gesture or even look at Duchovny. In a voice that sounded a lot like black guy #4 in any 70’s blaxploitation film he said, “you mean, this white man is paying you to degrade black women by literally acting like a short term relationship consultant aka pimp? How much is this cracker paying you to sell your soul, brutha?

My response, "He’s not paying me. I owe him five hundred dollars for letting me talk to you" 

That moment was captured in this photo. 

Like everyone who mourns his death, Robin Williams made my sides and cheeks hurt, made tears of joy stream down my face. I’m proud to say he even made me scream. In turn, one of the great moments of my life was making him laugh. We’re hardly even but it’s a small personal victory I will carry with me always along with the joy he gave me and so many others.

No matter what anyone tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

RIP O Captain, my captain. Until we meet again. 

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teambabysharks:

IMAGE. Design a sci-fi movie poster with the stars played by Misha Collins and the Queen of England. You may not use exisiting altered media images. It must be drawn or painted (digitally painted is acceptable).

Drawn by the ever so talented euclase. Displayed at the ArcLight in Hollywood.

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