Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!
Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*
Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!
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i love the idea of eddie working jobs that no one expects him to. eddie as a baker, hasn't slept at all between finishing his concert and needing to get to work, so he's surviving off coffee alone because he has to start on the muffins. eddie as a barista, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail as he smiles with fake politeness at overworked jerks complaining about the price of soy milk. eddie as a grocery store bagger, taking the time to put all the similar foods into the same bags to make it easier for the shopper to unload at home and his rings turn ice cold from holding onto a carton of ice cream for too long.
eddie as a daycare greeter, throwing kids over his shoulder to march them into their classrooms with a warrior's roar as they squeal and pound at his back with grubby fists. eddie as a valet at a fine dining restaurant, opening doors with an outstretched hand to assist guests and then peeling away in a too nice car once the driver was out of earshot. eddie as a florist, wrapping smiley face bandaids around his fingers that were pricked by one too many thorns before setting out a curbside vase with free flowers for tourists to grab.
and you know what else i love? steve falling for him in every possible universe. he's first in line to get the blueberry muffins that he's grown to crave every wednesday morning, and it absolutely has nothing to do with the man at the register. he's at the end of the mid-morning rush to get his coffee and blushes when he sees the barista give him a real smile instead of the fake ones he throws around. he stays long after his bags are tucked neatly in his shopping cart so he can invite the guy who went the extra mile to pack his things nicely to his house for dinner because they both know he bought enough for two.
he's the single dad who's a little rundown but sees a future in mr. eddie as he holds his crying kid to his chest and sings something to get her smiling again. he's the guy standing off to the side in the parking lot laughing because the hot valet doesn't know how to drive stick and he has to yell instructions to him for how to put it in gear so he won't get fired. he's the new to town fireman that's looking for a fresh start who takes a flower from the free vase every day only to bring it inside and give it to the guy who's prettier than all the other flowers combined.
the idea that they can find each other time and time and again and the love story feels right. the idea that they can be two strangers or best friends or enemies or teammates and let whatever blossom between them until they're madly in love. the idea that eddie is eddie and steve is steve and that they are a match no matter the circumstances.
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He's my favorite Mega and yet I draw his hair rather inconsistently, so I'm putting these here for my own reference as the shapes here came out Just Right. And there's some additional doodles from a while back of Hub demonstrating his built-in cord.
(Next to it is the Jack-Out switch and a port for Lan's PET cord.)
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I mentioned before that the ttpd cover being on a bed is yes a bit more risqué (it’s barely that in general but for HER it is) than she’s ever been visually on an album cover. But also that tweet got me thinking about the bed as a location in her recent lyrical history. And while I’m personally not a fan of “everything is connected” swiftieism, I love the evolution of subtext it tells.
How it served as a safe harbor of sorts, with “you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” and “we rule the kingdom inside my room” and “carve your name into my bedpost” on rep and how it’s depicted as a protected place, made that way by the person she was in the bed with. They turned the bed into an oasis, carving their name into it, staking their claim and altering it with their presence. Fortifying it. Or how sometimes, it was the only place where they could meet and come together, “head on the pillow I can feel you sneaking in” and “back and forth from New York, sneaking in your bed.” How in reality, maybe the bed (and what can be inferred happens there) was the biggest, if not sole, pillar of their relationship at those points, or for longer perhaps. For better or worse. And then at other points, perhaps in a linear sense later down the line, it’s a place of domestic refuge, with “feels like home, stay in bed all weekend” and “leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known” and also the somewhat more tangental “now I’ve read all the books beside your bed.” The bed is more of a domestic place, where she can settle in and retire to and be at ease. The thrill may be gone, but the bed serves a new purpose that she finds equally as rewarding. It’s a place of vulnerability ultimately, away from prying eyes where things can play out that never see the light of day. Plans for the future like “drew a map on your bedroom ceiling” or heartbreak like “but now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head.” There’s an intimacy to her room and her bed that had heretofore been too sacred to her to share, to let anyone else but them in. But the implication of the cover art, her setting this album visually in that bed, that walled off place, makes it particularly enticing. How she’s perhaps finally letting us in to that sacred place and the highs and lows of what transpired there, however lyrically.
But also with the bed as a locational and emotional focal point for a previous relationship(s?), it lends itself to that popular idiom as well. How looking back, she confronts the fact that everything that has happened since she let them into her bed were still choices she chose to make and she’s now writing this album to come to terms with how it all turned out, regrets and mistakes and would have’s and all. As if, you could say, that having made her bed all those years, she’s now ready to quite literally lie in it.
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