tired of windows baiting into logging into shit with their office shit, their “let’s finish setting up this device” shit and all the other shit. i wish linux was good
One funny thing to me about across the spiderverse was that like. You KNOW Hobie doesn’t fuck with cops. You KNOW he was standing there like chewing on the inside of his cheek Not saying anything really really insensitive about Miles’ dad. Spider-punk went the whole film without oinking at anybody I think his restraint is commendable
Miles, 15 years old, likes his dad: we can’t just let people die c'mon guys!
Everyone else: I understand but please listen it’s part of the timeline we can’t change it without destroying the universe–
Hobie standing over there fidgeting with a pin on his vest that says “ACAB” on it:
[ID: tags from @avengerphobic that read “#hobie brown #he has blue shoelaces which means hes killed a cop so im sure he was like screaming on the inside #spiderverse spoilers” /end ID]
Hobie, quietly: I’d kill your dad myself to be honest
Miles: what?
Hobie: nuffink
Important to note that in the comics he has not only killed cops (he lives in an ultrafascist universe where the cops have venom symbiotes) he also cut off the president’s head with his guitar
Extremely swag thank you
One note: “cut off” sounds like he’s got a blade in his guitar, but he doesn’t. It’s a blunt instrument. He just swung it hard enough to overcome the strength of his neck and rock-em-sock-em’d him
AWESOME
The splash page is glorious. Also his universe being overrun with symbiotes is why his main weapon’s the guitar–symbiotes are hypersensitive to loud sounds, so he just plugs that bad boy into a dozen amps cranked to 30 million decibels and sonic blasts them to hell.
Bro my hand… hurt. I decided to finished the orange section before bed. And it took longer than I thought. You’d think I’d know better by now.
I wish I went with a different color tbh but I chose it and used it for the lettering at the time clear back in like February or March, so there’s no changing it. I just think it’s too bold next ti the other colored. Hopefully the cream for the lungs will balance it a bit?
European: Americans will be like I’m going to watch a whore movie and eat a hamburger slathered in lard
Americans: it’s true I do do this.
American: British people will be like alright I’m off to eat some wheezy bangers (beans and bread out of a can)
Brit: I’ve seen this reblogged by several people I normally trust so: How mocking British cuisine and dialect has a long classist history and how it became frighteningly normalized on an American (uniquely cruel, uniquely ignorant) internet: a thread. 1/?
The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didn’t want and didn’t utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was “too fat and stupid” for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else he’d make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk y’all there’s a quiet type of violence in the way women’s talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into “traditional” roles that ultimately don’t fulfill what they wanted for their lives. We’ve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.
