"You Disappoint Me"
Fantastic Four #73 (April 1968)
Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Joe Sinnott and Stan Goldberg
Marvel Comics
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bone-apple-tea bro
Why do you do this to me?
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Sometimes I think the reason they scrapped the original hotel Transylvania dracula design was because they knew that if we got that on the big screen you guys wouldn’t be able to handle yourselves.
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No because, Art is a mediocre tennis player with 6 grand slams who knows that at some level he has only got them because Tashi has pushed him and coached him to that level of excellence. At the same time he feels responsible for living a career for both of them while knowing that if Patrick hadn't fucked things up he wouldn't have ever achieved what he did.Patrick has oodles of talent but has to deal with the fact that despite winning Tashi fairly he lost her due to his pride. You know he's thinking that 'if she was my coach I would have double the number of grand slams that Art does'. But if Tashi hadn't had that injury that day would either of them even have had the chance to have her as their coach? No. Both he and Art would have faded into mediocrity but probably remained friends despite it all. And don't get me started on Tashi. She knows that if it wasn't for her injury she would have probably won 15 grand slams by now and would never have considered stopping but she's reduced to just being the wife! Just being the coach! Just being content with being a hot girl who will be won by the guy who plays the best tennis!! And she has to somehow make herself feel okay with that. So no. She can't genuinely be okay with Art stopping but at the end of the day it's not her decision to make because he's the professional tennis player not her. It's not just about one of them winning or the sacrifice it takes. It's about disappointment, bitterness, the underlying inferiority complex, being manipulative enough to achieve your goals through different means and the inherent homoeroticism of having a best friend from the age of 12 who is the only one worth beating for you after playing 13 years of tennis. Anyway I'm chewing on glass rn. Challengers you'll always be famous
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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Psst. Hey, kid. Want to hear about another bronze equestrian sculpture?
This is The Angel of the City / L'angelo della citta (1948) by Marino Marini, installed at the entrance to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice. The museum is housed in Guggenheim's former home, Palazzo Venier dei Leoni, which stands directly on the Grand Canal.
I love this thing. Its proportions. Its strangely bulky angular grace. The weirdly flat horizontal of the horse's top line mirroring the rider's outstretched arms and feet. Those hands that look like the sculptor just said 'meh. good enough.'
The fact they're both so... happy.
So joyful. Or something.
What you might not know is this very important context: the original phallus was fully detachable and unscrewed like a lightbulb. For, uh, delicacy's sake...?
As Guggenheim wrote in her memoir:
“When the nuns came to be blessed by the Patriarch, who on special holy days, went by my house in a motorboat, I detached the phallus of the horseman and hid it in a drawer. I also did this on certain days when I had to receive stuffy visitors, but occasionally I forgot, and when confronted with this phallus found myself in great embarrassment. The only thing to do in such cases was to ignore it. In Venice a legend spread that I had several phalluses of different sizes, like spare parts, which I used on different occasions.”
― Peggy Guggenheim, Confessions of an Art Addict
ART.(TM)
Note, I said 'original phallus.' Sadly, it is alleged someone stole the original bronze cock at least once, and rumor has it that it happened so often the museum gave up and welded a permanent one in its place. This does, however, mean that theoretically at least one person out there owns a very particular piece of art history.
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Y/N: *setting spoon down in defeat* I'm sorry. This is delicious but too spicey. I could never eat something this hot.
Alastor: That's odd. You're hot and I would still eat you.
Y/N: . . . what
Alastor: *walks away while humming*
Y/N: *calling after him* Because you're a cannibal or because you want me?
Alastor: 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
Y/N: ARE WE TALKING SEX OR MURDER??!!!
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*if your gender and sexuality brought on different feelings, vote for whichever you want. (whichever feeling was stronger, or first, or however you want to decide).
If you’re comfortable with it, put your sexuality and/or gender identity in the tags along with the feeling you experienced upon discovering it so we can see if any trends appear with correlations between certain identities and feelings!
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