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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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JBB: An Artblog!
Claire Keane
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$LAYYYTER

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@mlydo
saw my favourite artist do this with thelegomovie and it's one of my favourite memes too because I also wanna know what does it mean
art arting today Lloyd looks SO CUTE happy gay month
P.S. I'm never drawing master Wu ever again also why he fade away 😂✌️🥀💯💯💯
Apparently my stepdad and I are fucking psychically linked because ?? every single time he makes chili for dinner I get a migraine. Without fail. And it became like a ha ha running joke because it happened so many times but now I’m living 3 hours away from my parents and I just texted my mom and
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME
Happy disability pride month
via @ninjahijabimuse
this is so much better i love it
Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.
Day 74
one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(
never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?
I still cant believe tumblr tried to make it so there was an individual note count for each post addition; as though best part of successfully adding to a post isn't that you get to sit back smugly as the original poster's notifications are rendered unusable
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HEY
500 years from now there’s gonna be some film historian who’s entire career is built off of searching for a copy of goncharov
and they're never gonna find it cuz they fucking took it off poob
we're moving to an internet where children would be banned from reaching out for help and friendship online but abusive parents can post their children's every second online to humiliate and expose them for money with no pushback
detention pickup
theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.
Almond Blossoms, 1890, Vincent van Gogh
And that love lived on Theo's wife, Johanna, who was the one who pushed for the preservation of Vincent's paintings. Johanna who made sure that her husband's beloved brother would not be forgotten. Johanna who fought tooth and nail so that Theo and Vincent would never be forgotten. Johanna who carried the family legacy, who made sure that the works of Vincent would be kept in her possession. And then Vincent Willem, named for a uncle so loved, carried this legacy and founded the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.
The van Gogh family history is deeply interwoven with love. It was the love of a brother that gave a young man the courage to paint and the resources to do so. It was the love of a woman for her husband and her husband's beloved brother that made that story known. And it was the love of a nephew, who was so deeply loved even if for such a short time, that made it possible for the world to know Vincent van Gogh.
HIS WHIMSY OVERWHELMS ME HE IS SO SMALL AND JOYOUS!!! I NEED TO HOLD HIM IN MY HANDS AND FEED HIM LITTLE PIECES OF CANDY
not really a comic bc it's not paced right at ALL but i like imagining that baby lloyd showed up in the woods after the tomorrows tea and then just chilled
also bonus of teen lloyd appearing at some point (prolly when lloyd had to kill his inner child and fight his father in sog)
His name being Bear. Her seeing him as a brother, and then the Hansel and Gretel story. Him not wanting to cancel the wish when he thought he could, just alter it. The soundtrack. The sunshine necklace and "Nikki would hate that" and then she stops leaving his house during the day. Everytime she freaks out after coming back into her own body. Him not caring. Fake Nikki making things up. "Is being with me so bad?" I love this movie so much Curry Barker you are a genius.
on my second viewing of obsession, i had the realization that nikki’s story at the party wasn’t the movie using incest as an easy shorthand for making the audience uncomfortable or creating a general “things are off” vibe but was another way the real nikki was crying out—a metaphor for the fact that nikki, like gretel, is being made to fuck her “little brother” (bear) under duress, at the behest of an external magic (the witch’s spell in her story; obviously, bear’s wish)
if i think too hard about nikki’s experience in Obsession i feel physically ill. imagine one second you’re just walking up to your house after a night out, and then the next, you’re looking out of your own body, but you’re not longer in control. you’re a prisoner to a terrible, unnatural version of yourself that only exists because of a choice someone else made. when you scream, nobody listens. when you claw your way out for long enough to explain that this isn’t you, nobody listens. when you beg the man who trapped you in this situation to put and end to it, to set your free, he just. doesn’t. listen. and then when you do finally regain control, all your friends are dead, and you are covered in their blood. because of a choice someone else made