… one day I’ll find someone that listens to me about how much Araki’s art reminds me of El Greco’s work
Talk to me
*leans sexily across your desk* Both Araki and El Greco use figures that aren’t completely anatomically correct and are actually elongated and in dramatic, exaggerated poses to make them aesthetically pleasant rather than accurate and realistic, have interesting and experimental color palettes (they both seem to give color priority over form for the sake of harmony in their art) and dynamic, extreme perspective and interweaving of the figure and the background which almost makes them undistinguishable due to the density of the designs
I always thought it was funny that your player character in Pokemon is 10 years old. Like, yeah, they’re “anime ten” where they look at least 18 yadda yadda, but they’re still ten.
Imagine the people in the Pokemon League. These are fully grown adults, right? They’ve trained their entire lives to be the best trainers in their country. They’re the best of the best. And then a ten year old walks in. A high and mighty four foot tall ten year old with a big smile on their face walks in. They’ve never even seen a tity. They don’t know where babies come from. They’re ten.
How did this ten year old get in to your arena? Did they wander in here by mistake? They say they’re here to battle you. Aww, how cute. This kid wants to fight the big league trainers, so they snuck in to fight you. That’s cute and funny. You’ll tell the others about this next lunch break. You decide to humor the kid and accept their challenge. You toss out your level 50 Tyranitar. You and this Pokemon have spent decades together, you trained for ages to get it to Level 50. You’re the best trainer in the country.
The kid reaches on their belt and tosses a Master Ball. Wait, what? A Master Ball? How did that kid get a Master Ball? Out of the master ball pops…
God.
God popped out of the Master Ball.
The very same God Pokemon that controls the flow of space, that you go to church and pray to every Sunday.
This ten year old kid just pulled out a Master Ball and threw God at you. God is, in fact, Level 73.
God shoots Hyper Beam at your life-long partner Tyranitar, causing it to evaporate in to dust. He’s fainted in one hit. The kid yawns.
The kid wipes your entire party of Pokemon, the Pokemon you spent most of your adult life training and caring for. You are stunned. You ask the trainer how long they’ve been doing this. They say “I started a couple of days ago.”
i wanted to make this my shitty secret sideblog where I reblog just what the fuck ever from porn to guilty pleasures, but boy now I am scared of adorable horsefuckers losing whatever respect they may have for me :^)
there it goes. i laughed for like 10 minutes straight hysterically in the call, everything i worked for is gone.
i wanted to make this my shitty secret sideblog where I reblog just what the fuck ever from porn to guilty pleasures, but boy now I am scared of adorable horsefuckers losing whatever respect they may have for me :^)
ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS I’VE SPENT SHIT TONS OF MONEY ON CALLIGRAPHY PENS FOR ART AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I CAN MAKE MY OWN FOR LESS THAN 4 FRIGGEN DOLLARS??? THIS IS BULLSHIT MY ENTIRE ART LIFE IS A LIE
u piece of shit u better brohoof me properly u fukin troll omg /)
u kincistic piece of shitloard shitbabystain cispig i am whale and whalekin my pronouns are wha/wat/bonerself i will brofin you and then i will shove my tailfin up that tight ass of yours i swear on me mum
Ah, I see the breadsticks meme, having saturated the market, has passed out of phase one (“classic”) and is now into phase two (“self-referential,” where usage of the meme can only be understood with the original form functioning as referent). I can’t wait to see it reach phase three (“hybrid,” where it merges with another meme fatigued by phase two), phase four (“dada,” where the meme passes out of conventional usages of language), and phase five (“exhausted,” or the universal sensation of why the fuck is it still on my dash). Thus the meme reaches its hibernation stage to remain in stasis until extinction or ironic revival.
At what stage do we usually see the Denny’s tumblr using it?
Denny’s is an early adopter of the corporatization of memes and is an atypical representative of that phenomenon. Typical corporate meme exploitation occurs any point after meme critical popularity–that is, the moment when a meme passes from niche to inescapable. The key feature of the corporate variant is that it tends to rapidly accelerate the meme lifecycle towards phase five because commodification of memes directly conflicts with their organic communal development. Denny’s, however, is generally an exception to this rule. This is because of three reasons. Firstly the initial novelty of their social media presence. This has become the second reason, their legacy. This is their identity on tumblr and they have become a meme unto themselves. And they’ve been able to do this because thirdly, their brand is highly compatible with memes. They’re a chain restaurant but not a behemoth like McDonald’s, they have a distinct character without being controversial, and their memes feel authentic because eating in a Denny’s at two in the morning is the physical manifestation of surreal meaninglessness of phase four.
