Hi! I did this Hugo Vega pinup print for Beastly Beverages, homemade tea and coffee blends. The print with a Hugo Vega blend will be available at MCM London Comic Con this October 2017 along with other ddadds blends. Part of the proceeds will be going to Puerto Rico and Planned Parenthood! (more info on twitter)
okay so like. there are some things in this world i don’t know how to describe in words that are also incredibly rare and therefore it’s hard ever to convey what you mean unless you either a) witness it or b) the internet finally exists to make you privy to it but this particular photo of chris hemsworth and taika waititi:
represents exactly what i mean when i talk about how hard i am for this new trend of Softe Platonic™ m/m friendship in the entertainment industry like there’s nothing intended by it other than to show the world how easily men ought to be able to love one another and be affectionate in a tactile way in whatever context and i think it’s such a fucking valuable movement in the crusade against toxic masculinity
yall i’m feeling Really Good about how many of yall are feeling Really Good about this post
I agree with everything written here and I want to add on another lovely example:
“So you see,” said the Royal Advisor, wringing his hands, “the curse states the princess will die on the night before her twenty-fifth birthday–”
“Hang on,” said the princess, “‘ON the night before’–”
The Advisor nodded grimly.
“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”
“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.
“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”
This went completely in the direction I was not expecting I really was trying for light and funny.
Her mother tried to stop her at first. White faced with
strain around her eyes, the queen would argue with everything- but the princess
would never listen.
‘Leave her.’ The king said quietly. ‘Let her live.’
‘Live? She’s going to ki-‘ The queen shut her eyes. ‘injure
herself.’
‘And when she does, she will learn.’
And so the queen watched in silence as her daughter- the
bright flame of life and laughter- learnt to first fight, then juggle those same
swords. Watched as her daughter- who was the only one that seemed to not care
of the countdown on her life- not only swam with the sharks that lived in their
oceans, but befriended them.
Every day she risked her life, yet every day she came back
home with more excited ideas to try.
As it was, her first injury was not from one of her ideas,
but from an every day object in every day use. A letter opener with the royal
arms on top of it that stole the top of her finger when it slipped from her
hands.
Her mother, father, and the Royal Advisor all came running
at her scream.
‘What is it?’ Her father demanded, pushing through the
doors.
‘Is it the curse?’ Her mother whimpered.
‘Cool!’ The princess said, her shock and the sudden pain
already past. ‘Look! I don’t bleed!’
The Royal Advisor only closed his eyes.
The Now Nine-Fingered Princess was not put off her cause by
a missing part and lack of blood. Rather, it furthered everything.
Her mother watched as she went from sword juggling to sword
throwing. She was the target and her would teach the soldiers aim. Her mother
watched as she went from swimming with sharks to trying to hunt like them.
It should have killed her before the curse did- but the
curse had given the princess what it had taken from everyone else- fearlessness
and bravery.
And stupidity.
Her next accident was, again, one that no one expected. She
had been travelling, visiting the villages in their kingdom after a harsh and
hot summer, to see what they could do to help.
And along the road, there was a rock fall.
She lost her leg.
But again, she was more interested in her lack of blood and
pain than she was in missing a foot.
They crafted her a new one out of the old tree that had
stood in the palace grounds for so long, and for a year she hobbled around on
that and two crutches.
But still, it did not stop her, and she put more effort into
becoming strong than before.
She was twenty by this point, and though her heart still was
with sharks and adventure, her impulses were better, and she knew she had to be
princess, no matter how long it was for.
But it was in that year that everything changed.
A neighbouring country had heard that the kings mind was
elsewhere- not on his armies but on his daughter, one he would only have for a
few more years. And so, with his face turning the other way, they found and
they kidnapped his soldiers.
To most, losing one soldier was nothing- one man lost in a
sea of thousands. But to the king and the queen- and the princess who knew
every soldier by name- each and every soldier lost was a stab in their hearts.
The king did not know what to do. But the princess did.
They argued long into the night on her plan.
‘What can they do to me?’ She shouted at him. ‘Take an arm,
take a leg, take my heart from my body? I am the only one they cannot kill, and
it is my fault they are captured.’
A flinch- her father had told her time and again that it was
never her fault, but she would never listen.
Finally, he relented, and the princess who once had thrown
swords in the air to see if she could catch them now strapped them to her sides
and set off to a country she knew nothing about.
She travelled for days, weeks, before she hit the borders.
The Nine-fingered princess was well known in her own lands,
but in the other country she was nothing but a stranger, covered in a layer of
dust and mistaken for nothing but a servant on a task.
And she used it to her advantage. Going from one town to
another and gaining information about prisoners and their royals.
Her soldiers were being held in a prisoner camp between two
small villages, set to mine and farm day and night. It sounded like any normal
job, but she learnt quickly that they were starved and not let rest, punished for
the slightest thing, and with every comment she heard, the angrier she was.
She had but four years left to live. Four small years, and
she realised in that second she would make every one of them count.
Starting with breaking out her soldiers, and making it clear
who had managed it. Starting with showing this place that she and her family
were no one to mess with.
Once upon a time she would have sailed away under a golden
sun to become a pirate. Once, she would have travelled to the highest mountain
just to see how wide the world really was.
Once she didn’t care for anything except her next goal. Once
she had been selfish.
But she had four years where she would not die, four years
where she could not bleed. Four years of a curse turned into a blessing, and
she was going to use every year to make herself be remembered, so she would
live on long after her death.
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.
But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.
So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.
Art world is not thrilled with that.
Enter Stuart Semple.
Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.
Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.
Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”
Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.
Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.
He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.
Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.
So I think we can guess who got the better deal.
And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.
…But not quite.
Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.
No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.
The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.
Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.
So that’s been the art world for the last two years.
Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.
Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.
Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
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