I kinda don't like how this turned out, but after The Great Art Block of 2023, I'm trying to recover with a sort of "any art is good art" outlook? Like, "I'm not too proud of this, but I'm proud that I am drawing"
So any art at all is a win right now 💪💪💪 (+ I'm so obsessed with And They Were Streamers right now it's unreal)
So I've been thinking a lot about Fernando sitting in this particular chair in the Ferrari garage in 2012 for [redacted] reasons:
Originally I just wanted to find more pictures of it for reference, and then went down a rabbit hole of 2012 pictures, trying to figure out when exactly the chair came to be. There's so many pictures of him in it, and it's so funny to me to imagine them hauling this super villain chair all around the world for him. And so now I'm obsessed with the evolution of it:
Pre-Chair - Australia to Bahrain:
He just had this little stool, well I should say big because it somehow still manages makes him look small. Clearly not comfortable; to paraphrase @sweatyflytrap, it's not conducive to his inner Shakespeare villain monologues
The Chair Appears - Spain
He suddenly now has this, aforementioned, super villain chair. Several things, why is it like this. It looks like a sim chair almost ngl. And then the weird plexiglass support is confusing me, like where did they get that. It furthers my narrative they just had this chair that they couldn't put in a car so they put that clear bottom on it. Anyways yes good, now he has somewhere to brood
The Chair Evolves - Silverstone
Look!! They gave him a booster seat!!!
The Chair is Now Here to Stay :)
I downloaded a truly horrible amount of pics him in this chair, so now you all must also look at them >:)
*he still had the chair in 2013, but I think they took it away from him in 2014 :( Is nothing sacred in this world??? I hope he got to take it home hahaha
What happens when the old abandoned android you found and decided to restore happens to have a mind of their own?
Teach them all they want to learn about being human, obviously. While also giving them some sweet upgrades!
Meda doesn’t know who made Drew, but he DOES know that Drew is incredibly unique. They have little recovered memory of their life before their shutdown, and they aren’t quite sure what their purpose is, but Meda told them that not everything needs a purpose. Some things can just be.
One of my favorite things about being in my early 20s is that I'm starting to understand that I can use things not for their intended purpose. When you're growing up, you get told what an object is and what its intended purpose is, and as a kid/teen, I just accepted all of it at face value. As a young adult it's finally clicking that I can simply do things a different way if it makes me happier. Sure, I was taught that you stand to take a shower, but there's nothing stopping me from just sitting if I don't feel like it, ya know? I might have always had my medication in the kitchen, but if I'm no longer remembering to take it, I can just move it somewhere where I can remember. You don't have to specifically store all food in the kitchen, you can have a little snack cart or snack station in another room.
The downside to finding out the various ways you can use objects is that you develop habits that would probably go on an r/relationships post where everyone says you're a little freak.
little henna piece i did last night with the lights shut off and a phone flashlight bc we were paranoid abt the stalker man outside showing up and seeing us dkdkd
I have so many thoughts about Wilson buying furniture.
Like, okay, House decides they need furniture. This is fair, I'm pretty sure all they have at the time is a T.V. stand and a couch, they're living like frat boys. Frat boys with a shit ton of money and a very nice condo, but still. Wilson tells House to do it, so House tells Wilson to do it, so Wilson does it. Why? Because House calls him out.
"Your friends, your job, your furniture, it all defines you."
"Buy some furniture, or admit you're empty inside."
Picking out furniture is something that requires, on a teeny tiny level, knowing who you are, just enough to know what kind of tables you like, and how much seating you think is appropriate for the living room. House is giving it a lot of meaning here, sure, but that's kind of just what he does. Overanalyze. Decide that decorating is equivalent to defining your entire existence.
And so that's what Wilson heads out to do. Buy some tables, and define his entire existence.
He fails miserably, of course.
He has no clue what he's doing. He doesn't even know what some of this shit is. He nearly tries to buy a patio table for his dining room. Half of these chairs completely and utterly BAFFLE him. And so he gives up and hires a decorator.
He chooses, in the logic the show has set up, not to define himself. At least, not like this, not by House's games, not by a couch and some chairs. Everything in there is devoid of meaning.
Except the organ. Except the gift for House.
Because in the end, that's how Wilson decides to define himself. Through his love for House.