Not that I need a hill to die on, but I kinda want to defend the girl on the clock app who is apparently getting dragged by the art world. (Note: I'm not on the clock app. I'm getting all this second-hand.) And like, I'm not saying the art is bad. (I am saying it's pretentious. Which is a matter of opinion.) Apparently she then went and painted a piece of notebook paper blue, to prove her point. And an art historian was dragging her for that, being like, "why choose notebook paper? And it better not be because that was the cheapest, easiest thing to find. Why leave the brush strokes visible? The point of these artworks is that they're saying something, they're meant to get a reaction." And I'm like, ladyā¦. You just proved your point. She chose notebook paper because that reflects how cheaply she views these artworks. She painted it this way to get a reaction. Which is what she's getting.
It's almost like all art is made up and pretentiousness, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
I finally watched The Old Guard and tumblr did not adequately prepare me for how funny the van kiss scene actually is. Like I've seen whole gif sets of Joe's impromptu love poem but that's not the half of it.
Dude are you sure you want to be making a homophobic jab at these people specifically
Joe: "Yeah he is and what about it, bitch boy" <- said with far more grace and eloquence
Nicky: "<3"
(This is where we give kudos to the actors for not smashing each other's teeth in when LAUNCHING at each other. Couldn't have been me)
Everyone is so taken aback they fully just watch for a whole second in, presumably, homophobic horror before all simultaneously deciding This Cannot Stand
you INTERRUPT joe and nicky? you interrupt their kiss like the football game? oh! oh! death for homophobes! death for homophobes for One Thousand Years!!!!
This isn't really part of the scene but "There's a TV, Joe!" is close enough that I'm going to add it. As an epilogue.
Youāre a Shapeshifter who was wounded by a monster hunter, in a last ditch effort for survival you shifted into a normal household pet and were whisked away by a plain human unaware of the supernatural where youāve lived for the past three years. You thought you were safe, but theyāre backā¦
Continuation of this little short story. No particular warnings, but let me know if I should tag something.
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āReady when you are.ā
It felt as though the message was burning a hole into your pocket as you stared at your hero costume. Freshly laundered, repaired perfectly after your fight with that telekinetic villain and just as practical and flashy as before. It shouldnāt be scary.
Your hands werenāt trembling when you put it on, but it was a near thing. It helped to know that Silver was waiting on the other side, not a floating terror ready and willing to kill. If you failed, no civilians would get hurt or killed. You would not die knowing you had been utterly useless, or wake up miraculously to find hundreds of people dead because you hadnāt been strong enough.
You had grown stronger, you knew you had. Enough so, in fact, that the hero association had recently bumped you up to Class B. Which was a little frightening, you had never played in the upper leagues before and while you knew you were part of the bottom crowd of Class B, it was still very different to your comfortable, quiet little Class C.
You took a few deep breaths after buckling the last of your gear in place and you stared at the mirror, realizing that the costume didnāt fit like it used to. You had gained muscle and a bit of weight andā¦it didnāt look right anymore. The colors seemed too bright, the little fluttery accents you had once added to the design on a whim too useless.