Cursed Cats!

Okay something I’ve been thinking a lot about with the ending scene is how the old guard at Waystar has literally seen so much of the Roy family. Like they have seen Logan’s abuse close up as adults when the siblings were just kids and they’ve done nothing, they’ve always done nothing. Because they’ve had to protect their own interests and Logan was always more important than protecting a child. But that scene where the kids are begging and crying for their father to not take away the one thing they’ve been told matters in life while Karl, Gerri, and Frank sit like statues on the couch, unflinching and unfeeling towards their pain is haunting me.

Like sure Frank has acted like a pseudo-father to Kendall and Gerri had Roman as her pet but at the end of the day the pact stands together because if Logan falls it’s just a matter of time before they’re all dispensable as well. There is no one big bad because behind him you have all the silent supporters.

But with Roman begging Gerri to help them and Gerri turning them away I can just imagine the Roy childhood, surrounded by people who knew who your father truly was, knowing your father hit you, knowing your father hit you in front his general counsel and knowing it didn’t matter anyways because they had all decided it wasn’t a smart business move to help you.

“I think cows are underrated. Just look at that lil face!” 

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Over the Garden Wall 10th Anniversary stop motion short by creator Patrick McHale and Aardman Animations

Practicing self control

What makes Poor Things so ultimately triumphant for me is the way that Bella Baxter is, despite it all, her own creation. She came into the world in an experiment that violated the autonomy of both Victoria before her and Bella herself, but she steps beyond the parameters of the experiment and into the world, to learn from it. The intentions of men may be to possess her or use her or take joy in despoiling her vulnerability, but their intentions do not determine her experiences. She decides. She explores. She looks at a world full of sorrow that could render her helpless and chooses instead to do what she can about it and then sleep easy at night. She listens to the call of her curiosity before all else, her happiness second, her compassion third. The family that she makes for herself in the end is unconventional, but it's ultimately hers and allows her to flourish as a doctor with an experimental nature and a heart of patinaed silver.

And I don't think it could be that particular kind of triumphant if the movie wasn't so fucked up.

I will be honest guys, the Red portrait of king Charles is gorgeous asdfghjkl

it's a bad portrait. Like. Objectively. It does the opposite of what's intended. It looks like the painter is insulting him. If it was in a contemporary gallery with no context you would see it immediately as the ambivalent criticism of Charles's reign, how he fades into the overwhelming red background as a tiny little figure, small and insignificant, insufficient for the clothes he's wearing. It reminds my of Goya's portraits, how they were so 'realistic' that they ended up making these great figures look pathetic to the viewer. So these are our rulers?

the sheer novelty. the surprise and shock, the kinda cunt it's serving for no reason. I. I love it. It's an incredible portrait by Jonathan Yeo. By the sheer fact that Charles, the man, is impossible to portray as greater than man because he's just such a nothingburger of a dude. So a portrait made to make him look huge and interesting made him be swallowed in red brushstrokes. The butterfly, that reminded me immediately of " we will all laugh at guilded butterflies", draws more attention than him. It looks like an omen. It looks like a warning in all this red. Something is not right here.

This is the best royal portrait ever 10/10

richard: francis is so intruiging. he looks like a mysterious prince, look at the way he eats his cherries. he’s a walking miracle.

richard: everything henry does needs to be worshipped. he’s an actual god. the physical manifestation of a celestial being. a deity not of this earth.

richard: i could watch charles all day. my favorite thing about camilla is how boyish she looks, and how much she looks like her brother. he’s the most fascinating person alive. I could literally stare at him 24/7.

richard: I, a heterosexual,

did this last night

—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde