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- beware the moving image
- all actors should be burned at the stake
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founding tenets:
- beware the moving image
- all actors should be burned at the stake
Yayoi Kusama - The Flower (No. 2), 1953, gouache and pastel on paper, 35.8 x 30.7 cm
i really think a lot of the long game conflict boils down to shane saying “hey i’m really scared” and ilya thinking “well i took a meat cleaver to MY life in order to have a chance at happiness and i survived it so why the fuck can’t you do the same for me??” while he grows paler and paler from blood loss and pointedly does NOT look at the ghost of his mother who appears in the rearview mirror of his porsche cayman gt4 and whispers for him to take his pregame cens v raiders nap in the garage with the engine running
If Shane and Ilya hadn’t been caught at the cottage do you think they would have told the parents and if so when? What do you think it would have taken for Shane to hide that relationship even more ?
I can see a vision in which post summer honeymoon period has worn off a bit and Scott hunter is clearly having a hard time and Yuna makes an off handed comment about how ‘I would NOT want to be his manager’ - it puts Shane back in the closet for 500 years … what are your thoughts on this :)
i think the only thing that would hamper it would be if it impacted shane’s hockey, and i think the most significant and likely way it would do that is: if shane is with ilya, he has hours and days where he doesn’t think about hockey. when shane is with ilya, sometimes shane’s team loses and it’s not the end of the world, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to anyone, shane doesn’t need to push himself beyond the breaking point in retribution, it’s alright. and it’s not alright with shane for him losing to be alright. he NEEDS failure to be unacceptable. he love to be earned. he doesn’t want it freely given. if it’s unconditional, shane is scared what he might do with it.
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you're very fun dw i see your whimsy. you gave us vampire marleau
thank you!! i am simply a goth at heart that is the truth of the matter. there is fun and whimsy but it also involves an evanescence soundtrack
i really appreciate how you bring seriousness and real world consideration to this fandom space/ur blog in general. escapism is dangerous and can be counterproductive in this day and age!!!
i know this is sent as a compliment and i am genuinely glad you’re enjoying the blog and finding it grounded but 1) this is making me feel like werner herzog’s texting and driving documentary. i know how to have fun. i’ve had fun before in my life. i have done it. don’t let anyone tell you i’ve never done it, i have. 2) i don’t know how to explain that for decades now, taking fictional characters and writing about their gruesome and macabre needlessly complicated suicide attempts and the various ways they torment betray sabotage undermine and manipulate each other IS my escapism #makethatfakemanworse
wild how much of my life i spend asserting that yeah i’m a jew but oh don’t worry i’m not one of THOSE jews
Marcelo Canevari - Opening Night, 2026 - Oil on canvas
Super/Natural. by Judith Schaechter, engraved flash glass, wood.
www.judithschaechter.com
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner - Am Waldrand (At the Forest Edge), 1935-36, oil on canvas, 50 × 50 cm
just talked to my friend that was with her boyfriend from high school for a long time, i heard they broke a few months ago when she moved abroad and was sooo happy. apparently NOPE she came home for like a week and he showed up with flowers or something. he cried, she cried, now they're back together and he's moving there too. so close to freedom. SO CLOSE!!! and the thing is he genuinely sucks. i remember watching her entire wardrobe change to be "more modest" like he liked during senior year. couple of months after they started dating we were hanging out and she looked sort of upset the entire time so i asked her what was wrong. she said she felt gulity about the way she was dressed and she felt like a slut. it was so sad i cant stop thinking about it my eye is twitching as i type this out
man we gotta kill this guy. the self negation is always so hard to see. you’re making yourself smaller because you don’t want to be alone, but by making yourself smaller you’re guaranteeing you will always be alone inside yourself. if you don’t have yourself on your side you have nobody. and men just do this and i am the rude one for openly disliking your boyfriend? the number of friends i have genuinely lost respect for, watching them date a shitty man. anyways i hope this guy explodes and i hope your friend goes to therapy.
oh btw i realized that luca haas is the agador to shane&ilya's armand&starina
like. my gay trans autistic cousin is a cop. i think that sums it all up.
you cannot yaoi your way out of the core themes of a work. like i see people taking fundamentally conservative works and shipping some shit and it’s like. okay. so now it’s conservative and gay. you get that right. you didn’t like, cancel out the conservatism. it’s not like a points system you can balance to 0 lol. like if a fascist gets an abortion they are still a fascist, you understand this right, please tell me you understand this
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Claes Oldenburg with Giant Toothpaste Tube (1964) in London, during the touring exhibition Claes Oldenburg, organized by the Museum of Modern Art, New York, September 25 - November 23, 1969.
Photo: Hans Hammarskiöld.