ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE + memes/text posts (1/?)

Hope you don't mind @orc-sign-language but I think these tags are very important for people to understand why AAA games and their companies are under a lot of backlash and most games are copy-paste

art made with profit as the sole motivation will always suck ass

art made with profit

as the sole motivation

will always suck ass

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Picture of Dorian Gray AU where he's a celebrity in the modern day (broadly speaking) and his stans post pics of him looking the same through the years on Twitter and caption them "How you age when you're unproblematic 💖💖💖"

Regardless of nationality someone talking about police brutality or the anti cop messages in Disco Elysium is bound to get hit with accusations of 'Americanization.' So let’s talk about that.

The narrative shows us heavily armed first world mercenaries and states rather plainly that the difference between them and the RCM are functionally negligible.

While the lack of municipal government and services puts RCM officers in a unique community role (wherein officers may take up first responder duties like firefighting/first aid etc) the fact is that they are funded by the moralintern to protect the interests of the state.

Also: To act like the anti police rhetoric in Disco Elysium is an Americanization of the text imposed on it by American players is to willfully ignore the text itself. And by extension the real world brutality of policing, globally.

Or TLDR everyone talks about the Jean's cup size tweet that Martin Luiga answered and a lot less people bother to read the medium article (a policeman in Revachol) where he talks about the original ttrpg, social murder, the nature of police mentality, and draws comparisons to the violence of American cops during the BLM movement.

TLDR

things that I’m too tired to word nicely rn:

why are fans assuming that this dialogue on the problem of policing on an international scale is not within the text itself?

A true story of vehicular queer solidarity. Happy Pride.

so i bought another garf on ebay and i got a very kind message from the seller detailing when they're sending him and the protective packaging he'll be in

and the photo they added is sending me

HE IS HERE

HE IS OUT OF CONTAINMENT

HE IS BACK IN CONTAINMENT (BAKING SODA) BECAUSE HE SMELLS LIKE SMOKE :(

HAVING A RELAXING VINEGAR BATH :)

(I AM IN SENSORY HELL)

ah lads it's been a real sensory struggle with my sweet stinky garf, first cigarette smoke, now a very strong disinfectant smell 😔

we may have lost the battle

BUT WE DIDN'T LOSE THE FUCKING WAR SAY HELLO TO BIG GARF!

Garf shelf

Garf shelf 2: Apartment Boogaloo

not to make a long post even longer

but I got a cute little garf phone pin on Etsy awhile ago

And guess what

NOW I GOT THE REAL THING TOO SAY HELLO TO GARF PHONE!

Garf shelf 3: Yippee!

Garf shelf 4: You Bet Your Ass There's More

Garf shelf 5: He's Just a Little Guy!

Garf shelf 6: BEHOLD it

@quinton-reviews have you seen this one yet?

remember that time that spock said “this is about sex” but he couldn’t say sex so instead he said “biology” and kirk clearly knew what he meant but was awkwardly like “what kind of biology” and spock got this look on his face like ‘oh lordy i’m not dealing with this today’ and said “vulcan biology” and kirk can’t say the word sex either so he goes “u mean the biology of vulcans” and then they stood there in silence for ten seconds like a pair of fucking idiots

these count as sexy lingerie. to the enlightened mind.

This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct

I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.

This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.

As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.

Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:

Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.

There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.

And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”

The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.

This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.

From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.

Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something

there's art now

Ah dang to go further; the floor is framed as a refuge. As if there is literally no other space in this house that hasn't been populated by his wife with flimsy inanimate fakery. There is no space for this man in this house save for the floor. There is no space for him on the sofa, oon the counter tops, and most notably, no space for him in the marital bed.

I’d also like to point out the use of the word “has.” The wife has filled the house with chintz. She isn’t filling the house with chintz. She doesn’t fill the house with chintz. She has filled the house with chintz. Use of the past-tense makes the wife a subtly removed element in the story, someone whose presence we see in the environment, but who is blissfully distant during the actors throes of passion. There is an element of physical as well as emotional separation from the wife that is catalyzed by being fucked on the floor. Use of the past tense is an end to the wife presence in the actors life, a carnal catharsis amid cold fragility and emotional distance.

dude you don't need to tell me how a grocery store works.

Take notes

Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

Truth is, it reads more like "she can do everything" and "him, it's just Ken"

And ken is a slang used in French that means "to fuck"

So "Him, it's just fucking"

Which I think is even more hilarious

cowards not reblogging this version

we Need to bring back heteroids

Learning to draw them

Here (1989) by Richard mcguire (raw magazine)

I hope you can forgive me butchering this comic, but there’s a lot of detail in the consistency here and a lot of people in the notes are saying they don’t get it. Here’s all of the panels chronologically, with a brief explanation.

The whole comic takes place in one room.

500,957,406,073 B.C. - The earth is slowly forming over many years.

10,650,010 B.C. - Dinosaurs roamed the earth.

100,097 B.C. - Humans leave hand prints and make art.

1750 - Native Americans have a settlement with tipi tents at this location, implying that this is likely in the Great Plains region.

1850 - A native American man lays in the grass with a hatchet or tomahawk in his hand, presumably dead.

1860 - European livestock is imported to the location.

1860 - A sapling sprouts.

1870 - A farm is established at the location with pigs and chickens. The sapling has grown into a young tree.

1901 - Two men discuss the layout of a home to be built on the location. The sapling is now a fully grown tree and the farm is gone.

1902 - A builder starts constructing the foundation of the home. The tree casts a shadow in the background.

1915 - A person in dancing shoes in the living room says that “life’s a lotta hard work.”

1920 - Someone carries a gramophone into the living room.

1922 - Two women are in the living room, one on the phone.

1929 - A radio in the living room says “right after a work from our sponsor”, someone in the room snarks that “money talks”.

1939 - An argument happens. “Can’t you listen! Don’t you have a brain in your head!”

1940 - New years party.

1944 - A gathering in the living room. There is a picture of cows on the wall.

1945 - A man on a seat says to “skip it”.

1955 - Likely an argument. “Who’s a chicken!”

1956 - A woman twirls her dress.

1957 - A man and a woman, who presumably own the house and have been together since the 1939 new years based on the hair, are in the living room. Their son is born at home and named William. They take care of him.

1959 - William is two years old and playing with a striped ball.

1960 - William watches television. The second panel this year is unclear. A person is either falling or doing a handstand.

1963 - William cries out because of the storm.

1964 - William is told to smile for a picture.

1965 - Another baby is present (William’s little sister), people are trying to get her to speak so they can catch her first words on tape recorder.

1966 - William watches a rocket launch on TV. It is probably the Gemini space program, and may be when astronauts Armstrong and Scott first launched into space and docket two spacecraft while in orbit for the first time.

1967 - William tells his mother that it is 5:30 while she plays the piano.

1968 - William’s sister’s birthday party. She plays Pin The Tail On The Donkey while their mother scolds him for stealing a cookie from the party tray.

1971 - William’s sister, now a teenager, brings someone a drink. She already thought to put ice in it for them. Despite thinking ahead before, she drops it and it shatters. The other person says “it’s only a glass.”

1973 - William’s mom cleans.

1974 - William graduates high-school at 17 years old. His father sets up a curtain and takes a picture of him in his cap and gown in front of it. 

1975 - William’s birthday party.

1978 - William looks in the mirror while getting ready. He is listening to music and adjusting his hair.

1983 - William’s mom cleans.

1984 - William is told to smile for a Christmas photo. A child plays with a trainset under the tree.

1985 - William’s father (visibly more bald than him) looks through old photos. There are probably other people with him, but the panel only shows him.

1986 - William’s father wears what appears to be a paper novelty native American headband. William meets a woman at a party.

1987 - William’s father rests on the living room chair.

1988 - A room of people is hushed so they can watch a projector.

1989 - William’s father is looking for the newspaper that is in the living room. His vision may be getting worse with age since he couldn’t see it.

1990 - William’s fahter on a rocking chair asks for the time. The family dog looks out the window.

1993-1996 - William’s mother cleans over the years, revealing the whole phrase she says each time she does it. “The more I clean, the more it gets dirty.”

1997 - William tells his parents where he is in the house.

1999 - The room is empty. A mouse is caught in a mouse trap. A cat walks by.

2000 - A new family moves in. A man brings in boxes.

2027 - William is an older man in a suit. He says, “It’s been 30 years since I’ve seen this place” and the woman who lives there tells him that hes free to look around. Later that year, her husband tells her that the man she knew who used to live there (William) has died in his sleep. She cuts him off, visibly pregant, saying “Honey?“. Given the start of the comic, where William’s mother starts saying the same thing, she is about to enter labor.

2028 - Their child plays with dinosaurs. He plays with a toy model of the exact one that walked where his living room would be.

2029 - A fire occurs in the living room and is put out.

2030 - A baseball is thrown though the window. The house is demolished later that year, and the window is still broken.

2032 - The house is gone. The stump of the tree remains.

2033 - A group of men half-bury a large metal orb. There is later an ensemble band present, surrounding it. Two officiators stand next to it. It could be a memorial, or a time capsule.

I encourage you to reread the original order! There are a lot of details and themes present here.

the difference between fantasy and sci-fi? well there’s a “quest” and then there’s a “mission”

In fantasy you have companions and in sci-fi you have squadmates

In fantasy you have "'coins" and in sci-fi you have "credits"