no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.
and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.
Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks
Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred
imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks
Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.
The corny, expository dialog, particularly when it’s combined with the 60s-through-80s Marvel mandate to love your thesaurus like it is your own child, brings a special kind of melodramatic, dare I say megalodramatic, flair to the proceedings.
The space-hopping heroes, the Adam Warlock/Rom: Spaceknight/4th World style guys were the best at this. Gonzo tech and characters in a vast cosmic ocean of science, magic and the former advanced to the point of being indistinguishable from the latter. The mystic heroes also excelled at this.
Characters boasted their intentions and philosophies openly in big bold speech bubbles. In a way, its like watching a musical. Everyone’s souls are laid bare through open confession, just surrounded by a massive splash-page battle scene instead of a horde of well-practiced dancers.
There’s a bellowing bigness to the proceedings, one that is not incompatible with genuine emotion or characterization, but is incompatible with the cynical, often sneering, nature of deconstructionist comics.
This bigness isn’t the sole property of comics. Early James Bond has a lot of bombast to it, action cartoons of varying eras did as well. Hell, one could argue Shakesphere road a wave of bombast. Star Wars dripped with it, and there are those still carrying the torch.
For a closer, I leave you in the capable hands of a man clad in living extraterrestrial armor designed to fight a race of alien, brain-eating shape-shifting sorcerers:
the oscars are over. all the awards have been presented, yet eddie redmayne remains at his table. in a quiet voice, he whispers “empty chairs, at empty tables…” while a man cleaning up in the corner rolls his eyes
