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@varadia
Have you ever made hybrid animals? Like, if you took a dog and a deer, and drew what you thought those two animals would create together?
yes a few for OCverses but ultimately i know mine will never compare to the perfectest being in fiction, the ATLA turtleduck <3
The Victory of Faith (1891) Saint George Hare
the queen of widows bay
it’s actually so funny scott thought the brooklyn art gallery people were gonna clock him they were probably like “why were those straight guys in here”
I can't believe he thought someone would recognize a hockey player by name at a Brooklyn art gallery.
what made heated rivalry successful is that fujoshis are a largely untapped market
ilya entering that hospital room sick to his stomach teeth ground to dust spirit crushed under the weight of their circumstances prepared to have an extremely difficult conversation and shane immediately hitting him with this
being a dork and making your girlfriend laugh is worth a sillyion dollars
When the voices in your head turn out to be a very small and angry God in the shape of a tortoise 🐢
I was not ready
@relatable-ram
Me: *clicks video* “The hell is all this abou-”
*whistling starts*
Me:
I love this stupid fucking meme
I didn’t even have to turn on the sound to know what it was.
date idea: i lay down on ur lap and you pet my head and tell me im not too much
ask me about the difference between leopard/cheetah/jaguar print, it’s my field of expertise
What is the difference? Please learn me a thing
cheetahs got dots! little dot dots i want to bop
leopards got filling. it’s cheetah 2.0. Cheetah on meth. look at that leopard shit.
then there’s jaguar. Jaguar is madness. it took leopard print & decided wait. what if–MAW DOTS. it’s just leopard print with dots in the middle, it’s chaos
look at this bullshit
i’m angry just looking at it
so in ascending order: Cheetah < Leopard < Jaguar
C.L.J. someone come up with weird mnemonic for that, i’ve done enough work for you greedy bastards
Cats love jazz
there it is
Cats. Love. Jazz.
absolutely looosssinggg it. i'm so obsessed with movies which portray the woman MC in a highly specific job because the writers clearly think it's like "off-beat" and "quirky" but have no idea how the field works whatsoever.
i decided to try a romcom i somehow missed i the 2000s 'head over heels' and i got 3 and a half minutes in and we're introduced to the lonely MC with bad taste in men as evidenced by her extremely short list of ex boyfriends, including her first boyfriend when she was 11 or something because i guess that's still relevant in her adult life.
so she's resigned herself to never finding love and prefers to ignore men to focus all her energy into her career.
this job is immediately presented as though it's for spinsters with no hope of ever finding a man.
the mc's lesbian bestie (whose first line involves her being scolded for being too sexual in the workplace, but moving on) points out their colleagues as evidence that they're doomed to a romance-less, sexless life if they don't switch up their shared career path. the colleagues are three old women, so-dubbed "the menopause triplets":
these women are presented as if they have no idea what's going on at any given moment. this is 2001, and presumably this is an entry level job requiring low effort and no experience.
then their boss bursts into the room, unceremoniously bumping a large painting into the door jam and walls, announcing that it's a new project for our MC.
our MC is thrilled to see the painting. apparently it's a light in the daily slog at her dreary job for loser women with nothing going on in their lives.
And that job is? Conservator of paintings (specializing in Renaissance) at the New York City Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The painting being handled like an old couch on its way to the curb?
The Bacchanal of the Andrians by Titian.
Her lesbian colleague who is presumably also a a highly trained & skilled curator finds it depressing that the MC is so excited about the painting.
it's a quirk unique to this MC that she cares so much about paintings, in her department at the metropolitan museum of art, where her colleagues find all that art business rather dreary. because we all know that's what conservators in extremely competitive museum positions are like.
I'm not saying there can't be lifelong love in here somewhere but I also just feel like the monogamous heterosexual marriage you're fantasizing about isn't necessarily best represented by the bacchanal. and that's okay. but i do stand by that.