Robots was a crazy film for 2005. It has the evils of capitalism, evils of corporate culture, planned obsolescence, only one woman in the boardroom (she’s being harassed), designating people ‘outmodes’ then kidnapping them, nepotism, sweepers roaming the street to take whoever they think looks like an ‘outmode’ whether they are or not, immigrants having to change their names (bumper), community action being crushed by the CEOs, supposed leaders not actually doing anything to help, the way to solve the problem is to band together as a community to kill the CEOs or leave them hanging stripped of their ‘parts’
An extra queer take on the song Dreaded Sundown by the delightful Orville Peck. Appaloosa was amazing as a whole but a few lines in this song really srtuck me as a rural guy in a largely unfriendly place. Spurred me to try a new art style for a vibe/to cope w my worsened neurological limitations. Orville's music has brought me such comfort over the years and I can't wait to see him live again someday. 🖤
Referenced media/inspo in later pics. I do Not give permission for AI alteration/interaction w my work
adfisbd i have never not even once willingly consumed a piece of game of thrones media other than the songs but something about the telling of the downfall of the reynes and tarbecks at the hand of tywin lannister is giving me ideas for a new mihawk backstory
Some NAGAB Neil coming right up. (Actually, 2 little snippets since I'm super excited that you sent an ask.)
1 carrying on directly from yesterday's snippet left off
When they were safely in their room, Nathaniel guided Jean until he was sitting on the bed before maneuvering one of the desk chairs in front of the doorknob. It wouldn't hold long, and they'd likely be punished if anyone discovered they hadn't had free access to their room, but for now, they couldn't have any surprises.
Nathaniel looked back at Jean who still didn't move, but he didn't know how to reach him. Typically he'd recited little details about his childhood home, the eleven steps it took to get upstairs, the outrageous drawings that Elodie had drawn for him and he'd proudly taped to his bedroom wall complete with a written description of what the scribbles were supposed to be in case either one of them forgot as they grew up. Nathaniel might describe the glint of the sunlight off the Mediterranean even though he'd never seen it or what it felt like to bury Elodie partially in the sand so she had a mermaid tail even if he had to redo it several times since she couldn't stay still.
Those were happy memories. Memories that you savor so that everything else can seem manageable. It was the hope that one day, might not be anytime soon, but one day Jean would see his sister again. That if he was famous enough, wealthy enough, he'd be able to steal moments on international travel to find the one person who owned his heart so completely and likely didn't even remember him.
Now, there wasn't any hope left.
2.
Once Nathaniel’s settled next to him on the bed, holding one of the pillows to his chest, he muttered darkly, “He’s an idiot.”
Jean hums thoughtfully. “As one would expect since he has one for a brother.”
“I’m being serious.” Nathaniel shoves the pillow into Jean’s chest.
“So am I. Suicidal plans to save everyone apparently run in the family.”
This time it’s Nathaniel’s turn to laugh. “You’re ridiculous. It’s not everyone.”
Jean groaned and gestured to himself.
“That’s proactive self-defense. You’re my partner. You’re basically me. That doesn’t count.”
What does streetkid Chris feel about what Oliver did to him?
I would say that he doesn't really see it as what Oliver DID at all. He knows what he was created for, what he signed up for, and he did what he was supposed to do, but then he "got too old" and that's not anyone's fault but his own, really, now is it?
In short, if you asked him, he would probably just say that he understands, it's his fault, and he's sorry.