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Love Begins
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The Bowery Presents
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shark vs the universe
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
The Stonewall Inn
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@hecatastrophe
Pride
advertising strategy for Hepatior, a 1930s medicine to treat liver ailments
the beautiful part about tshd is that nobody is in the same genre as far as they're concerned. "hikaru" is in a romcom. yuki is in a high school yuri and asako is her other lead. asako herself is in dandadan as momo. maki is in a sports anime and just got benched from the big game. tanaka is in the tv show supernatural. and yoshiki. yoshiki is in the summer hikaru died.
“I can fix him!” “I can accept him as he is!” I can homoerotically explore the strange texture of his insides and hope he doesn’t consume me
My old work
shared heart
Wanted to draw Hikaru and Yoshiki with a reference to "The Kiss" painting by Gustav Klimt! I really think the goop suits it well~
“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose
if hiphop weren't real its existence would sound like an exceptionally heavy-handed metaphor about racism from a really cringe didactic fantasy novel. yeah the racialized underclass in this society, the one that's constantly derided by the ethnic majority as stupid and anti-intellectual, they have a complex artistic tradition based around improvisational poetry which is sometimes enacted on a competitive basis for dispute resolution. you get judged based on the subtlety of your wordplay and the complexity of your internal rhyme schemes. the dominant group periodically gets mad about how this doesn't count as real art like their own objectively more simplistic music and poetry because sometimes it has swears in it
The plot twist is the music and poetry the dominant group swears is art turns out to be based exclusively on the artistic traditions of the racialized underclass!
what a fucking relief to be the one kid in this family without a blue name
vid i stole off reddit and feel like i need everyone to watch
This is a really fantastic return to form for this genre of post. In recent years there's been less and less effort put into this vital aspect of internet culture, it's nice to see a return to the truly artisanal work of the late 00s.
Now THIS is what the internet exists for. I was LOCKED IN the whole time.
Nooo don’t worry my pyramid scheme is queer owned
March
It march now
little thingy from the other week, stuff on my mind
Or as I've always liked to put it, "No matter how suspicious you might find the neighbor who never opens their blinds, they will never be as suspicious as the neighbor who wants free rein to peek in through people’s windows."
Actually, 'Zelda' is the name of the princess. The guy who runs around smashing everyone's pots is just called 'Zelda's monster'.
Where’s the YA protagonist teen girl and her two boyfriends that are supposed to save us from this mess anyways
The dystopia books lied. The teen throuples aren’t coming to save us.
Save me teen dystopia love triangle