We’ve all been wearing masks for the last few years to prevent the spread of covid-19 and still could recognize each other, or at least the people that we saw daily, and yet no one has addressed superhero masks that cover like their eyebrows and the bridge of their nose. By those half mask standards, I have a secret identity too. We all do. Except the Karens who wouldn’t wear masks. They’re the villains who want attention from the media. #artimitateslife #andlifeimitatesart
But like seriously, superhero masks are something we should just call plot holes by 2020 after the coronavirus mask mandates. Just think about the whole love square in Miraculous Ladybug. Listen, Marinette, if I can recognize my crush when the bottom half of their face is covered then you should be able to recognize Adrien in what is essentially a pair of sunglasses. Guess you haven’t longingly stared into his eyes as much as the show would have us believe.
There’s also Steve not recognizing Bucky on the bridge before his muzzle fell off (though I will give him a break because his bf HAD been dead for over seventy years to his knowledge) so from now on I will be imagining that the Russos just forgot to show us Steve’s inner monologue of “isn’t that Bucky?? No Bucky is dead :( wait but what if it is Bucky?? I mean Coulson came back. And Loki. Loki has come back many times. Wait okay no I think I’d recognize that icey blue glare from decades away, that’s the Bucky look for ‘Steve I told you not to do the thing why did you do the thing I’m gonna kill you’ except this time he’s actually trying to kill me,,,, oh is hIS MASK FALLING OFF oh is that his mask there on the ground oH I KNEW IT WAS “Bucky??”
And I know people have talked about why it actually would make sense that the lack of glasses would make it hard for the world to know that Superman is Clark Kent but I’m gonna bring this one up anyways because guys we can all recognize one of our coworkers without their glasses on there is NO WAY that Lois Lane a woman who’s PROFESSION is deduction of events which she then reports to the general public cannot recognize her coworker in a costume. If you saw the lady who works at the front desk in a cheerleader outfit you’d still know it was her, but Lois can’t for some reason do the same with Clark?? She does her journalism all day with her right hand man Clark by her side RIGHT UP UNTIL she reports on Superman (which she does quite often, might I add) who is just Clark in spandex and No Glasses™️ and you’re telling me that this lady has no idea they’re the same person??? She works with one of them all day and then is gazing at reporting on the other one the rest of the time and has no idea??? Also I get that Clark is the alias and he’s actually Superman the man from Krypton which is why he makes less effort to conceal his face as Superman because that’s him and Clark covers up with glasses because it’s a clever plot device to show which one is his true self, but can we talk about how he MAKES LESS EFFORT TO CONCEAL HIMSELF AS SUPERMAN AND YET ALL THE PEOPLE HE KNOWS AS CLARK STILL DO NOT KNOW HE IS SUPERMAN???
I’M OFFICIALLY COMING FOR ALL COMIC BOOK ARTISTS, DIRECTORS, ANIMATORS, AND PRODUCERS WHO DON’T COVER THEIR CHARACTERS ENTIRE FACE AND PRETEND THEIR IDENTITY IS STILL IN TACT. IF THE PANDEMIC HAS PROVEN ONE THING ITS THAT IF YOU KNOW A FACE YOU KNOW THAT FACE AND HALF A MASK DOES NOT CHANGE THAT SEND TWEET
i LOVE being able to see the difference in the frames per second animation styles here
12/10/23
i will change my entire life by next week btw
the bullseye themed chain is a contender that rivals the Swedes’s; consider target
there are very few department stores in which you can have a comfortable overnight stay in. walmart technically is well supplied for a sleepover, but it’s actual interiority (the germs, messes, depressing tiled flooring, very warehouse-like arrangement) makes it hostile to the intimacy of a slumber party. ikea on the other hand? it’s like being in a series of miniature homes that have been stripped of walls and ceilings. the displays are segmented into rooms, but they’re still ensnared in a wider matrix of observable private spaces from wherever you’re standing. to have an ikea go from “a place to shop” to “a place to stay in” reveals the luxurious comfort of it’s delightfully cluttered landscape. those people who were stuck in that denmark ikea overnight are the only people on this earth who are getting raptured. the rest of us are going to hell.
So last night I had this dream where I was looking at a gif set of Steve and Bucky kissing as Steve died, and it was super sweet and dream-me was all like “Awww, I’m glad that they at least made it canon before he died.” And then I woke up all happy that Stucky was canon. And then this hide wave of sadness hit me when I remembered that it’s not. That wasn’t real. That didn’t happen. It was just a dream. Endgame didn’t end with Tony getting to watch his daughter grow up, obviously. And Steve didn’t take the gauntlet from T’Challa and do the snap. And in Steve’s dying moments his century-long relationship with his one true love wasn’t confirmed with a kiss. No, it ended with him leaving Bucky and then not even giving him a glance while talking to Sam about how he ditched them for a girl in the forties. So yes, Erica, one COULD say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
#mewheniwenttomexicoandsawtheelectionsandthoughtaboutwhatidsayinchurchwhenimovedbackhome
Someone today will read Shakespeare's hamlet and say omg he's just like me fr. Another person will read moby dick and proclaim Ishmael as an adhd king.
A person grieving for their recently deceased lover reads the iliad and they watch as Achilles rages and rages and god how righteous anger fueld by love is so devastating that it's ramifications still affect the world several thousand years later.
We might one day settle down and read the epic of gilgamesh and watch as a king has to accept the death of the person he loved the most. One of the very first stories ever written and it was about coping with death, and how to grieve.
We don't read classics because they're old, we read them because they remind us that we are never alone. That a character created over 500 years ago struggled with the exact same problems we all still have today. That even a king from centuries past had to deal with death just like me. That's what makes stories so powerful--they prove to us that we are never truly alone in what we are feeling.
Together they form the wings of Voltron
Most underrated Klance moment of S7