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Pygmalion from the Aenied would definitely wear black air forces in modern times. Mf really killed Sychaeus like it was just any other day of the week.
The marble automaton.
Art fight attack for my homie @dread-knight of their character Pygmalion!
Was for school, now for tumblr
Create a modern retelling of the Pygmalion myth. Write your own one- to two- page original story of transformation. Feel free to switch the genders so a female is transforming a male into her ideal, or use animals instead of humans. You can be creative in your retelling, but make sure that you include elements of the original myth.
Everyone told Pyg that someday he’d find someone. They didn’t seem to listen when he said that he didn’t want to find someone.
His brother grown up and married after college, his better half was never not at his side.
His sister had grown up dating, hanging out with everyone, always off to the movies or the park, some poor fool draped on her arm.
But Pyg had grown up to become a sculptor, and nothing else. Pyg simply enjoyed the planning, the chisling, and the sanding. Nothing pleased him as much as feeling the smooth surfaces and beautifully pointed edges of his finished work.
Oh, he’d dated, he’d tried to be with people, he’d tried, and he didn’t like it one bit. They were always too loud, too quiet, too manipulative, too gullible. He couldn’t stand them.
Every family diner he was bugged and taunted over his relationship status. You just need to get out more, At your age I was dating at least three people, I want more grandkids!
And one day, after Pyg had finished his work, Pyg sat down, and thought about everything everyone said. And he thought to himself I do not like others for their flaws, but what if, I made someone with no flaws, someone who does not misunderstand me or try to use me as others do, what if I could make perfection?
So that became his latest project.
After weeks of planning, and working, and careful touch-ups Pyg had succeeded.
It was a beautiful figure, neither too fat nor too thin, with no hint of scarring and no hint of evil, there was no imperfection, not from the smallest of hairs to the last of its toes.
No one was allowed to see it save for himself.
His family poked fun, and his manager begged him to display it, but he would not give in.
The finest of clothes he bought, and the finest of cleansers he used, all for his precious statue.
But no matter how long he stared at it, no matter how close he held it, it never moved. It never breathed or looked him in the eye.
No one noticed when Pyg stopped talking, when he stopped going anywhere than the studio. No one noticed he’d stopped eating.
It had been over a year, and Pyg had been changed by the statue. Every night he stared at it longingly beside him in bed, everyday he thought about nothing but it. He hated it for not realizing him, and loved it for all its perfection.
Then one day, something very strange happened. He’d just left the house, heading with dragging feet to his studio, when someone bumped into him.
They both fell to the concrete in a jumble, he saw nothing but flaming red hair.
“I’m sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The person pulled him up into a sitting position, and he came face to face with what seemed to be his statue.
No imperfections touched the strikingly pale face that stared worried at him, perfect pale blue eyes glistened in the grey city light.
“Here, let me, just,”
Pyg was hauled to his feet, their hands were interlocked, his, scarred, bulky fingers gripped with perfect, flawless ones.
“Sorry about that, here, uh, oh dear, I spilled your coffee, uhm, I can buy you a new cup?” The stranger smiled uncertainly, pearly teeth just visible.
Pyg didn’t respond, his mouth didn’t seem to want to do anything other than hang open.
“I’ll just take that as a yes,” The stranger gripped his hand and shook, “I’m Riley, what should I tell the barista to call?”
“Guh-” He shook himself briefly “Ehm, Pyg, just, Pyg.”
MAJOR BARBARA (Dir: Gabriel Pascal, 1941).
An impressive array of British acting talent headline Gabriel Pascal’s feature film adaptation of George Bernard Shaw’s acclaimed 1905 satirical play. Receiving an Assistant in Direction credit, it is widely acknowledged that Major Barbara was almost solely directed by the great David Lean with some help from stage director Harold French. Producer Gabriel Pascal owned the film rights and took onscreen director credit.
Wendy Hiller stars as the titular Salvation Army major and estranged daughter of weapons manufacturer Andrew Undershaft (Robert Morley). Rex Harrison is the Greek philosophy professor Adolphus, who sparks romantic interest from the major and business interest from her father as a possible heir to his ammunition enterprise.
Read the full review on my blog JINGLE BONES MOVIE TIME. Link below.
Day 5: Greek Mythology 🪐- Lucilith
create a Greek athlete and he gives you a lot of love
