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Give me jelly beans you fuck head
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brutalist candy cane
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 59 minutes
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The most embarrassing thing In my life is whenever I see people and they ask what I’ve been up to . Literally nothing ever . Im like ohh you know this and that …. The usual ..
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so they said i should change my icon
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But if your favorite character isn't on the floor panting and dying and in horrible pain in a terrible situation then what's even the point
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heidiwranglescats
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Do you sometimes write something so good, you're reading your own WIP and go "what's next? i want more!"
And you're the bitch that has to write more.
Only read, no writeeeeeee
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I had a very interesting discussion about theater and film the other day. My parents and I were talking about Little Shop of Horrors and, specifically, about the ending of the musical versus the ending of the (1986) movie. In the musical, the story ends with the main characters getting eaten by the plant and everybody dying. The movie was originally going to end the same way, but audience reactions were so negative that they were forced to shoot a happy ending where the plant is destroyed and the main characters survive. Frank Oz, who directed the movie, later said something I think is very interesting:
I learned a lesson: in a stage play, you kill the leads and they come out for a bow — in a movie, they don’t come out for a bow, they’re dead. They’re gone and so the audience lost the people they loved, as opposed to the theater audience where they knew the two people who played Audrey and Seymour were still alive. They loved those people, and they hated us for it.
That’s a real gem of a thought in and of itself, a really interesting consequence of the fact that theater is alive in a way that film isn’t. A stage play always ends with a tangible reminder that it’s all just fiction, just a performance, and this serves to gently return the audience to the real world. Movies don’t have that, which really changes the way you’re affected by the story’s conclusion. Neat!
But here’s what’s really cool: I asked my dad (who is a dramaturge) what he had to say about it, and he pointed out that there is actually an equivalent technique in film: the blooper reel. When a movie plays bloopers while the credits are rolling, it’s accomplishing the exact same thing: it reminds you that the characters are actually just played by actors, who are alive and well and probably having a lot of fun, even if the fictional characters suffered. How cool is that!?
Now I’m really fascinated by the possibility of using bloopers to lessen the impact of a tragic ending in a tragicomedy…
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there is no way to imagine early chaggie's first meeting that isn't at least a little silly
Charlie: "SO! Umm- What's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?"
Vaggie: "...." (is in Hell)
Charlie: "....." (princess of Hell)
Charlie: ".....aside from the, damned for all eternity by Heaven for your past actions, thing."
Vaggie: "Nothing much. Meeting pretty demon ladies, I guess?"
Charlie: "Oh who? Is she a friend? Where'd she go??"
Vaggie: "...."
Charlie: "......."
Charlie: "It's me isn't it. I'm the pretty demon lady."
Vaggie: "Sorry."
Charlie: "What? No don't be! I've, I just haven't been called pretty in a while, or talked to anyone who wasn't a living demon plushy, so I'm kinda out of practice with the conversational cues and-"
Vaggie: "Not for that. It's uh.. I've lost lot of blood... I think I'm about to pass out."
Charlie: "-you WHAT!?"
Vaggie: "wha's your name again..?"
Charlie: "I- I didn't say but I'm Charlie WHAT BLEEDING!??!?"
Vaggie: "'s nice meeting you Charlie." (slumps over)
Charlie: (catching her) "Ah! Ahhh!?" (hugging vaggie while frantically shrugging off jacket) "Pretty lady unconscious, the unnamed pretty lady IS unconscious!!!" (wrapping vaggie in jacket like burrito and scooping her up) (RUNS)
Charlie: "EVERYBODY MOVE MOVE MOOOVE! UNCONSCIOUS AND EXANGUINATED PRETTY LADY COMING THROUGH!!!"
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the girls sleeping
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vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me
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I love animals that are, like, the opposite of cryptids: we know for a fact they exist and have a clear idea of what they look like because we have photographs and individual specimens, but we haven’t the faintest idea where they’re coming from - they just keep showing up out of nowhere, and the locations of their actual population centres are a complete mystery.
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I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I'm thinking this could've been a bowl meal but nobody gets it
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 10 hours
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