i think the worst (affectionate) interpretation of gabriella's dimension collapsing is that it happened on the same day as her winning that football game.
because, think about it. she's wearing the exact same outfit in the video where she's holding a ribbon as the one where she dies.
the emotional whiplash of watching your daughter win a big game and celebrating with cake to watching helplessly as she dies in agony begging for you to save her
in the span of probably less than an hour
IS HARROWING
*Takes a Deep Breath*
COULD YOU IMAGINE???
Like imagine the weeks leading up to that. Gabbie training for her big day, Miguel picking her up from practice, and day by day their little routine becomes more and more dear to him.
They count down the nights until her big game and the night before she's so nervous, and she asks her dad "What if I mess up? What if I get hurt on the field?"
And Miguel assures her that nothing will happen to her, that she won't get hurt, and that she'll do absolutely great.
And she DOES. She's so happy smiling up at her dad in the crowds, so excited to get ice cream after on the way home.
wow i sure am glad that Loki can canonically go down to the timelines and visit his friends which he does so regularly since he is not eternally imprisoned outside of time! wouldn't it be horrible if he was stuck alone forever? so glad we got a canon Lokius wedding complete with Mobius finally getting to experience the thrill of jetskiing during their honeymoon instead of that, that would be super depressing lol
One time I made golden syrup to use for something I was baking. I used up a bit, but I accidentally made way too much, so I sealed it up nice and tight and put it away in a dark, empty cupboard where nothing could destroy it.
Flash forward a month later, I get the jar out to use for something else and there's an ocean of ants drowning in it. Turns out there was a tiny crack in the jar and all the ants sniffed out the sweet sugary syrup and came out from god-knows-where and let all nine circles of hell loose on their bounty, only to be mummified alive in amber treacle-y hell.
Some part of me finds it pretty tragic that ants, small enough to dodge radiation, resilient, loyal, strong, these wonderful, overall near-invincible creatures-
Yeah, some part of me finds it pretty tragic that they managed to squeeze into the tiniest crack in the impenetrable wall guarding their treasure and rushed in to claim their bounty, only to be defeated by a trap spun from liquified sugar and human ambition.
I don't know if I identity more with the jar or the ants (•‿•)
Tw: blood, foaming at the mouth (not for the fun reasons)
Recently I've been trying to experiment with a bit more blood in my art. Don't worry, I'm not some blood thirsty maniac. I just happen to be bored and obsessed with British bunnies beating each other up. Anyhow, this is my Oc Jack who has a tendency. A battle tendency. *sighs* I'm so bored and worried.
- Mirror, please don't misunderstand me: Lithuania is a beautiful country with lots of possibilities. It's just that I've chosen Latvia because... Lithuanian languge is cute - Latvian language is Goddamn Hot, yk
Victim of little treat culture, I now cannot get out of bed to face the horrors without my $6 coffee, but the horrors are the job that funds my little treats, the cycle never ends
you want to go to ibiza cause you're a european or statian whose only notion of spain is as a party place with no regards to the people living there whatsoever; i want to go to eivissa cause it has important archaeological and cultural heritage i want to learn about. we are not the same.
um…europe is quite literally on fire right now? what is up with this summer?? france, portugal, spain, italy, greece, croatia…all burning. people are literally losing their houses. i heard a firefighting plane pilot in portugal even died?? jesus christ, why are 20s turning out to be a disaster decade?? and we’re not even halfway through???
I know artists are capable of creating narratives that are totally unrelated to their own lives but I HATE that "death of the artist" is the preferred way of analyzing the meaning of art. I think when an artist is black or female or living through war or disabled or gay that matters. It colors their entire life. How can you divorce those things from their art entirely? I think the viewers own interpretation of a piece becomes deeper when they incorporate the artists perspective into it, and everyone should be taught how to do so