Comic Sans Valentines: Stuart Edition
Imagine you have travelled back through time, and find yourself in the middle of some splendid court festivities... The gentlemen wear their finest embroidered suits, the ladies their most choice jewels and you marvel at the spectacle you are allowed to partake in. As you retire to a balcony to take some fresh air with your glass of syllabub, you feel a hand brushing your shoulder. As you turn, a calm, albeit laboured voice breathes into your ear: "My cannon hasn't seen action since the Siege of Derry." *wink*
You recoil and screaming-- and wake up sitting upright in your bed.
Upon suggestion from @vankeppel, have some terrible pick-up lines from terrible dead people!
There are two options for Bonnie Prince Charlie; a fairly obvious one alluding to Mo Ghile Mear, and a second one for fans of the 1925 musical Dearest Enemy (...are there any?) who'll know there was more than one 18th century "Betsy Burke" who had a few (tender) brushes with gentlemen in red coats.
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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digging out my eah content part 3: the monster/fairytale culture shock we deserved
ID: a set of sketchy digital comics of c.a. cupid using monster high slang in ever after. set one features cupid popping up behind cerise hood.
cupid: hey, beastie!
cerise: what.
cupid: what?
cupid and cerise hold an awkward silence.
cerise, snapping her fingers: ohhhh, is that slang?
cerise: ahaha okay don’t mind me (louder:) haha cedar wait up
set two features ashlynn ella showing an excited cupid her sketchbook.
ashlynn: what do you think of my new designs?
cupid: oh, total freak chic, ashlynn!
ashlynn:
ashlynn, tearing up: you could have just said you didn’t like them...
the final image is blondie lockes thoughtfully tapping away at her mirrorpad as cupid, off-screen, exclaims “fangtastic!” “clawsome!” “furricious!”
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gonna start using tumblr less like a “i’m a serious artist and i need to make sure my profile is streamlined and minimal” way and more like i did when i was 18. im gonna start reblogging gifsets and ask games and you’re gonna just have to live w it y’all im sorry
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