‘germanic warrior with helmet’ - osmar schindler (1902)
The second best thing about erotic art is seeing people reject their initial reaction to it. The comments are full of people saying “oh my first thought was,” and, yeah, your first thought was right. The barbarian youth is sexually dominating the old Roman order. If you actually could get your mind out of the gutter you’d be the first animal to ever do so.
The equivalent of Antarctic research stations but in fantasy worlds like for example there’s an evil terrible region of rotting and nightmares but like nine miles from the edge there’s a very ugly little building optimistically called Observation Center 1 and it’s full of normal humans just vibing. for like 90% of the year they can’t leave because that’s Death Fog Season but it balances out because they can study the ghost migrations and also hear the whalesong-like calls of The Unspeakable Ones asking you to come outside for a game of checkers but thankfully the checkers set is kept locked up to slow down anyone that gets tempted
The only high school heterosexual romance I want to see is jock girl x nerd boy sorry the other ones have been too overdone give me a super confident basketball player girl and a guy who’s a little terrified of her
Nerd boy: *is scrambling for books at his locker*
Basketball girl: *leans on the locker next to his like jocks do in high school movies*
Lemme guess: no other guy wants to go out with her because she’s too tall and, “intimidating.”
Actually no all the basketball dudes think she’s super cool but she wants the calculus loser
It would be hilarious if the movie opens on the nerd boy narrating “I have a crush on the most popular girl at school…” as he stares longingly in the middle of the hallway, then the camera pans around to show the popular girl isn’t a cheerleader but instead she’s a jacked jock and she’s lifting a classmate up and down in the middle of a crowd with her fellow jocks (of all genders) cheering her on
queerbait is one of those words everyone used too liberally and now the meaning is completely skewed. there are fourteen year olds out there who think they’re oppressed if the two chemistryless white men who made eye contact in episode one aren’t piledriving by the season finale
[Ray Bradbury voice] He was a boy, a perfect boy. A boy in the full swing of boyhood. Ten golden summers swelled in his chest like stolen berries plucked from neighbor’s gardens on gilded afternoons. It was 1947 and holy fuck he was so fucking good at being a carefree white American boy in an idealized ode to my own romanticized childhood. I wish I were ten. I am old now and Death comes for me like the wind.
it’s commendable how Jim Henson knew that making a variety show that happens to star puppets would inevitably be pigeonholed as a kids show so he chose the name THE MUPPET SHOW: SEX AND VIOLENCE for the pilot to try to avoid that and then it still didn’t work
