Misanthropic-Art

mugler.

sucks that 98% of drow lore in dungeons and dragons et al is just clearly written from the perspective of a guy that really wants to get stepped on because i want to know more about the what have to be thermonuclear levels of menzoberranzan dyke drama

Hans Bellmer. Unica Tied, 1959.

Jack Dunnett (British, b. 1995), BABY SITTER, 2018. Oil on board, 13 x 22 cm

flying pegasus sculpture by unknown

My wife asked me whether I experimented with sex and drugs when I was in high school.

I said, “Yes, but I was part of the control group.”

Humiliation Kink is a name you’d see in a family tree from 1640s Massachusetts

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

I had a very interesting discussion about theater and film the other day. My parents and I were talking about Little Shop of Horrors and, specifically, about the ending of the musical versus the ending of the (1986) movie. In the musical, the story ends with the main characters getting eaten by the plant and everybody dying. The movie was originally going to end the same way, but audience reactions were so negative that they were forced to shoot a happy ending where the plant is destroyed and the main characters survive. Frank Oz, who directed the movie, later said something I think is very interesting:

I learned a lesson: in a stage play, you kill the leads and they come out for a bow — in a movie, they don’t come out for a bow, they’re dead. They’re gone and so the audience lost the people they loved, as opposed to the theater audience where they knew the two people who played Audrey and Seymour were still alive. They loved those people, and they hated us for it.

That’s a real gem of a thought in and of itself, a really interesting consequence of the fact that theater is alive in a way that film isn’t. A stage play always ends with a tangible reminder that it’s all just fiction, just a performance, and this serves to gently return the audience to the real world. Movies don’t have that, which really changes the way you’re affected by the story’s conclusion. Neat!

But here’s what’s really cool: I asked my dad (who is a dramaturge) what he had to say about it, and he pointed out that there is actually an equivalent technique in film: the blooper reel. When a movie plays bloopers while the credits are rolling, it’s accomplishing the exact same thing: it reminds you that the characters are actually just played by actors, who are alive and well and probably having a lot of fun, even if the fictional characters suffered. How cool is that!?

Now I’m really fascinated by the possibility of using bloopers to lessen the impact of a tragic ending in a tragicomedy…

Lakes and graveyards are very similar in that if you detonate a large explosion inside either one a lot of dead bodies come to the surface.

aleksandra czudzak

Wrath - Ari-Matti Toivonen

would you rather be the smooth pebble, shaped by the gentle stream or the sturdy brick, made by the hands of the kind craftsman?

There is kneaded warmth to the brick, a bequeathed purpose, -this is known- but there is zen in the river-cut pebble.

I think at first I would choose the certainty of the brick, but upon thinking, I know that both will ultimately crumble to dust or slime or whatnot. The river-stone is born immersed in the forces that destroy it. For this reason, you can make my white ass a pebble.

honestly? This ask was weise and beautiful and a little bit real as fuck .

Dried Pickle Man devours one (1) of your sins.

Into the gaping maw it goes!

I had a dream about an erotic writing sex club where the intent was, presumably, to RP with people and then have sex with them.

Everyone there was a godawful writer and my inability to conceal my disgust got me kicked out for being sex-negative, even though it wasn’t the sex I was objecting to, it was the unreadable cliched prose.