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My name is Rebecca Hannah Blaylock. Please just shorten it to Bec' or something. I'm sixteen years old (20/08/97) and although I feel I was born in the right century I was not born in the right decade. I'm more of a 1910's-60's person.

I'm a big fan of Old Hollywood, and things such as big band, swing and jazz. I post things relating to all that here, as well as my art and maybe someday my harmonica tracks.

Charlie Chaplin makes my days brighter <3

Fred's a God of dance, and Nat King Cole has the voice of an angel.

Rita Hayworth's beauty is captivating,


I know Cary Grant wasn’t really popular until he was in his 40s…but Cary Grant in his 30s (and late 20s) is probably the sexiest thing to ever hit the 1930s movie screen I mean look at Him





And this was when he was 28


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I’ve been in love, with love, and the idea of something binding us together — you know that love is strong enough.

I’ve seen time tell tales about that systematic drug, yeah, that heart that beats as one

It’s collectively, unconciously composed.

Do you feel the love? I feel the love. Come on, come on, let’s start it up —

Let it pour out of your soul!

Fred Astaire ♥ Ginger Rogers

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Pop Culture References in Shrek 2 (1/?)

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A Story: My Drunk Grandfather

Okay, I know I’m shit with being active and all, but I’ve been busy with an art exam. I hope you’ve all had a good Easter though.

Mine? It was okay.

Days leading up towards it were shit.

Like, two days before Good Friday we all went to my grandparents house. They normally ignore me whilst treating their great grandson like the golden child. He’s one and it hurts because they never did stuff like that with me as a baby and I love them no matter what although I’ve never felt they love me.

Anywho, I saw my grandad with the little toddler and the neighbours kids in the garden so I went out. The neighbour kids are my age, and we’re talking whilst grandad played with his great grandson.

He was a bit drunk. Normally he’s a happy drink. Not badly, just mildly tipsy.

I asked could I join in.

I thought he’d ignore me.

Instead he looked at me angrily, aggravation in his eyes and said; “Piss off and stop bothering me.”

I, feeling hurt and shocked, backed away, saying I was sorry. He kept looking at me.

"I’ll go." I said.

"Good." He replied. "You’re nothing but a little nuisance. Understand? That’s all you have been, that’s all you’ll ever be. Get that?"

All I could do was nod.

"Good." He said once more. "Now piss off…"

I did as I was bidden and left, having to carry on as if everything was fine. I went out the next day to try and cheer myself up but I kept running into this lovely old couple taking their grandchild out.

I wonder what that feels like.

When he came over on Sunday with grandma it was as if nothing happened. They only said a curt hi and then blanked me out for the whole hour. I don’t think he even remembers what he said.

I love them. I need them to love me back, and I don’t understand why they don’t. I’m sixteen but they reduce me to a child.

They say people are 75% more honest when intoxicated. Guess he was being honest.

I’m a bit of a mess at the minute but I’ll pull through. I always do. I just need time.


Happy Birthday Harold Lloyd! » Born April 20, 1893

In the collective mindset of the masses, it’s a given assumption that F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby is the dominant, all-encompassing definitive characterization of America’s Roaring Twenties.

But a more appropriate personification of the decade is Harold Lloyd, whose life, films, and most of all ‘Glass’ character reflected the social dynamics and attitudes of that transformative era. Whilst in retrospect we maybe see the jaded disillusionment of ourselves and our times in Gatsby, those living through the 1920s saw themselves in go-getter Harold Lloyd’s energetic screen presence. His endearing optimism and distinctive character is unmistakable. Always pushing the possibilities, but never pushing them into the absurd, he grounded himself firmly in the social imaginations and values that formed modern America.

Harold Lloyd captured the essence of ambition and social possibility that shaped the 20s more than any other movie idol. And among the comedy giants, there were none bigger. He was the most real, the most human. And he was handsome. He was resourceful, even when travelling at high speed through the urban phantasmagoria of the booming city. Obsessed with climbing the social ladder, making a buck, and getting the girl, he achieved all three through the genius of his inventive spirit, endless energy, and intuition; such was also the nature of Lloyd’s filmmaking. So many film ‘firsts’ were Harold’s.

Even people who don’t know Lloyd’s name will probably recognize the ubiquitous image of the young man in horn-rimmed glasses and boater hat, scaling the side of a building and dangling from the hands of its clock. Like never before, suddenly in the 20s the impossible was possible, and Harold Lloyd did the impossible, right before the audience’s eyes. He fulfilled the dream, and like scaling a building, reached the highest heights. But as every decade must end, so did the 20s, and no other decade ended quite as hard. Inevitably thus, the sparkle in Lloyd’s eye faded out.

One simply can’t deny or ignore Harold Lloyd’s universally timeless appeal. Yes, he embodied the collective dreams of social self-betterment that so tapped into the 20s movie-going public, but his comedy also stands up today as uniquely relatable and exciting. That smile could tap into the American Dream of any era. Yet he is solidified in history, tied to his time and his place. Harold Lloyd is eternally youthful; eternally 20s.

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I am totally THAT person who gets obsessed with old tv shows that literally no one else cares about and I have to sit here by myself feeling nostalgic and shit

I feel this so much.