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Little League #15 by Yale Stewart
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Baby Hal is too cool.
Avengers Assembled.
Dean Trippe is the awesome. I am so glad I follow Nate Cosby on twitter otherwise I would never have found him.
Little League #14 by Yale Stewart
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I reckon this is my favourite thing on the internet.
A NEW LEAGUE FOR A NEW ERA
A Copper on the Edge,
the Boy Who Lived,
a Misfit from the Future,
a Madman with a Box,
the Consulting Detective,
and a Ghost Roomate.(Who would be on your New League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?)
I’ll take eight!
Big whoopsie from me that I dunno who the 3rd one is…
She’s back! And yes, there are non-Classic Whovians here, but take a look bottom right - she’s even got Troughton’s stare down pat!
Who Baby
Ryan Dewalt dressed his beautiful baby girl as every Doctor (and more). It doesn’t get any cuter than this.
Damn you Tumblr! I know you don’t want people to go overboard with their photosets, but there are ELEVEN Doctors! Not Ten! It was a tough decision, but poor 2nd Doctor Troughton missed out (but he’s embedded below!).
Oh, and for the keen eyed observer: yes, you are quite correct. That’s actually a toy dog cosplaying as K9 in the 4th Doctor photo. Exactly as the artist intended.
Ohmygod. The noise I made was not human. I just fainted of cute.
Oh my god, Baby!Eight. Oh god, all of them! I’m dying of the Adorables!
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Dear Abby
Amazin’
I wear a cowboy hat - it is my business hat: Reasons why to never work in a post office ┐('～`；)┌ →
Heroic
- People who shove their stupid mail at you
- People who are getting visibly agitated in front of you because apparently putting 15 parcels through the system takes a long time
- People who assume the system can do more than one thing at any one time
- When you ask people if their item is valuable or…
“I think I love you… I FUCKING MIGHT!”
St Vincent only swears the once during her show at Queen Elizabeth Hall but it’s enough to tell me that she’s having a bloody good time. Marnie Stern, step aside, because this is how it’s done. My first seated show in a few years (the last being Eels in this very venue) is welcome because Annie Clark plays for a-a-a-ges and is all the better for it. From the opening swampiness ofSurgeon through the twinkling of Save Me From What I Want, this is a perfect blend of old favourites (a few tracks from Marry Me also appear, making this more satisfying than a National show) and new cuts.
It’s difficult to distinguish the best performance in an evening full of superlative moments, butYear of the Tiger swallows the atmospheric closer of Strange Mercy and becomes a wall of sound. The occasional suffocating sensation that accompanies a St Vincent listen is absent, replaced by a feeling of wonderment, awe and sheer joy, with only a shotgun of a kick-drum and a blistering head-shrink of a light show that at times seemed to exist only to induce mild trauma.
Live shows of the modern age don’t always live up to the experience of the record (what’s cooking, Panda Bear?) but Clark and her troupe are on the top of their game. While it never transcends into a religious experience (although, seeing Death Cab for Cutie a week later proves that isn’t a bad thing), there is enough, whoa, rock and roll here to satisfy the die-hards and the people who were dragged along by pals who made them watch the video to Cruel once or twice (as if! Who’d need to be dragged?).
Speaking of Cruel, it’s the anecdotes and stories between tracks that make this an experience. Clark’s deadpan delivery (as is the case with any hardcore Arrested Development fan) makes the off-kilter nature of the video sound almost whimsical, a flight of fancy, something which this show never is.
It’s only Chloe In The Afternoon that still seems to jar, with its lyrics that don’t sync to the music, but when the encore opens with the most gorgeous version of The Party you’ll ever hear, it’s hard to pick fault on something so subjective.
“Why can’t we go somewhere else?”, Clark cries on an aggressive Marrow. Why would we want to.
Every time I look at this I laugh for about ten minutes. It is my genuine fear that one of these times I’m going to suffocate and literally die of laughter.
(Source: bluclaret, via surrealfootball)
