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cunning, resourceful, defiant; you bakuras are damn hard to kill

Poster for the Picasso exhibition at Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1980.

Poster (USA), 1980; offset lithograph on paper; 71 x 46 cm (27 15/16 x 18 1/8 in.). From the Cooper Hewitt Drawings, Prints, and Graphic Design department.

A note from the Walker Art Center’s publication Sightlines, in anticipation of a similar exhibition in 2007 (written by Elyse Wigen):

In a settlement following his death in 1973, the French government selected a group of key works from Picasso’s personal collection of some 45,000 objects, in lieu of inheritance taxes from his heirs. It was decided that these 700 works would form the basis of what we know today as the Museé Picasso in Paris. Little did I know that outside of France, the Walker was the very first museum to ever exhibit from that legacy collection, the second being the Museum of Modern Art in New York. After that, the works returned to the new Picasso museum and it was said that the chance of their ever traveling again was doubtful…

Yes! Slimy, papery, mushy, rubbery, like it's crawling, etc. was the problem

No, it's some other issue I have with unfamiliar food

*so if you're in California, California rolls are not foreign. Fish roe sushi would be. If you're outside the USA, graham crackers are foreign. Within 200 miles / 322 km of Canada, poutine is not foreign.

“Oxumaré” / c. 1970’s.

can you imagine?

“I’ve never seen you eat are you insecure” “no…”

“here let me lift that for you” “I got it, thanks” *uses inhuman strength to lift bags*

“I’ve never seen you go to the beach, do you have trouble shopping for a bathing suit” “haha… yeah”

“There’s no way that girl can catch me… she’s huge!” “Hello, dinner.” *running with super fast vampire speed*

“She can’t fit in here! I’m safe!” *turns into a gas and slips under the door*

“How come you never go out?” “Well, I never get invited to parties…”

“Come to the gym with me! We should lose weight” “Not in a thousand years.” (incidentally, that’s when she was last alive.)

If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return

If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return

My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations

My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later