can "activists" please stop trying to fuck with the empty frames at the Gardner museum. this is the second time the museum has had to close early to keep that from happening
like. first of all, the art museum climate protests that have happened so far piss me off despite the fact that I agree with their overall goals, because the messages in interviews all boil down to "how DARE you VALUE ART when BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING, ordinary museum-goer?!" but at least they've taken pains to not actually damage anything important (throwing soup on modern, sealed cases or glass barriers instead of the art itself, etc.)
the frames at the Gardner? are art in their own right. they are mostly very old and made by often-unacknowledged craftsmen who were incredibly talented. they're not the same as a modern barrier. AND they're there as a reminder of a time when some jerks stole art from the public so rich assholes could wall it up in private collections so only they got to enjoy it
like go puncture a CEO's tires or something that actually reaches the people responsible for this mess instead of ordinary humans (who probably already agree with you!) just trying to do the very Human Thing of appreciating art
EDIT: I double-checked, and last time their Thing was "why are people still talking about the Gardner heist, but NOBODY is talking about biodiversity loss?!?!?!"
which is just.
they are? just not usually in the same breath as an unsolved art theft case?
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Hello hello my friend, I’m here hopefully asking for more who did this to you ❤️
the audacity of you 😔 i cannot believe it. you’re so lucky i’m not a man of my word 🤧🤍 (jkjk this made me laugh) however, this is not a direct follow-up to snippet no. 7, and rather somewhere in the middle. i hope that’s fine 🫶
who did this to you | part 1 here
earlier snippets: 1st • 2nd • 3rd • 4th • 5th • 6th • 7th
Eddie is in the kitchen, anxiously biting at his nails as he watches Wayne talk to Harrington the same way he does to the stray cats that sometimes make their way through the trailer park. It’s the same way he talked to Eddie all those years ago. His I’m not gonna hurt you voice. His I know better than you and I will use that to help you voice.
It’s unsettling, hearing it right now. Hearing it directed at Steve Harrington out of all people in this godforsaken hell hole of a town.
“…and I’m gonna stay with you, make sure that doctor knows what he’s talking about when he says you’ve got a really, really bad concussion and possibly a broken rib or two, boy. Okay? Dr Clarke won’t make me leave. He’s gonna help you. You need help, kid. And you’re going to get it, I’m gonna make damn sure of that. Okay?”
Harrington, his eyes red rimmed now, takes a while to react, but Eddie has a feeling it’s not because of the concussion turning his brain into a hurting wad of cotton. It’s because he, too, is very much like a scared, stray cat who somehow found his way into Wayne’s care and doesn’t know yet how to trust.
“Okay,” he breathes at last, and Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. He remembers the fear, the panic, the plea for no hospital, Eddie. Can’t go there.
Why not? You need a doctor—
Monsters. Only monsters there.
“Okay. But I’m scared.”
Eddie can see Wayne’s nod, can see him lay his hand on Harrington’s shoulder and dip his head to look at him, to catch his eyes and hold them.
“Then we do it scared.”
And that’s just about Eddie’s breaking point, his eyes stinging again, his mind screaming at him to leave, to run away, to not think about whatever monsters in hospitals boys like Harrington are so afraid of. To not think about the tremor in his hands, not think about Said I’ll go blind. Or deaf. Or just… die.
You won’t die, Steve.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay. That’s good.
In the end, Eddie does run. Out of the kitchen, out of the trailer, outside so he can breathe again. Heave them in and fill his lungs with air so the scream won’t burst free.
He doesn’t even know what he would scream. Or maybe he does. Maybe something along the lines of, Who the fuck are you, Steve Harrington?
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RACING AU!! AGAIN!! YIPPEE!!!
Time for another Non Racer character in this Death Racing Au! It’s *checks notes* Sports Reporter Intern Meryl! Who is actually very excited about the sport! But had no idea it was full of illegal action outside of December city!!
Design notes and talk under cut!
I’m still working on the details ehehe but I like how she turned out. Really wanted to hone in on the 90s to 2000s technology and attire here, taking inspo from JSR cuz I feel like in this au December city is just modern in that Y2K urban sense? I’m still figuring out worldbuilding okay‼️😭
She uses her Walkman to record people she interviews on the road (haha) but she ends up documenting her thoughts on it cuz shits kinda crazy. The headphones work as a radio receptor too to hear about the races that she’s literally watching through the radio commenter’s perspective…to get the…as much information as she can...
That changes once she meets Vash though. She ends up using them to help and give him the low down while he’s racing so he doesn’t actually get his shit rocked.
She’s so silly.
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