Courage the Cowardly Dog: Last of the Starmakers
This episode made me cry unmanly tears
yoo shit was really wild
the guardian imagines what historical figures might look like today. my personal favourite is shakespeare, reincarnated as a shoreditch hipster.
but can you imagine how’d he’d sound a loft party?
"I’m going to subvert the whole, like, narrative ideal by telling you upfront that these two, like, teenagers are going to fall in love and die, and then do it. So there’s no more hiding in the words. Stark, yeah? And then, I think I’ll hide a sonnet in their big scene together, right? It’ll be subversive, because only, you know, people who are up on sonnets will get it…..what? No, she’s thirteen—a little edgy but that’s art, man. Art.”
i am loving hipster shakespear
a mix about queer unrequited love ♪♫
"It’s worse when you know the girl you spend every moment thinking of, the girl who makes you nervous and giddy, the girl who has to notice you for you to feel there, could never, ever feel the same way.”
This just made me so freaking happy
Okay, so usually right before Bill appears, the people entering his black-and-white dreamscape zone close their eyes, showing that they’ve fallen asleep and gone into a Bill-controlled dream.
So isn’t it odd that Dipper didn’t close his eyes when the black and white zone went off and Bill appeared, but instead just a few moments before? It was after he shut his eyes that the laptop told him there were too many failed attempts.
But that never happened. The laptop wouldn’t have erased anything, Because Bill Cipher was tricking up the dream before even the audience knew Dipper was asleep.
"Someone’s getting desperate!" You waited, Bill, you waited until Dipper was tired and frustrated beyond measure, waited until he was at the point where he wasn’t really concentrating or trying, and then you made your move.
I watched Toy Story this week and this scene still kills me.
I paused at the right time
Neutral Milk Hotel - The King Of Carrot Flowers (Parts 2 And 3).
"Up and over,
We go through the wave and undertow.
I will float until I learn how to swim,
Inside my mother in a garbage bin
Until I find myself again, again.
Up and over, we go
Mouths open wide and spitting still
And I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up through the doorway as the sideboards creek
With them ever proclaiming me me ohh…”