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finchers-ipad · 7 months
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here are my favourite uses of the colour red in Fincher’s films!! Fincher only uses red when it is necessary and is used to indicate to the audience that they need to pay attention to that thing :)) (spoiler warning for gone girl and se7en)
all of these are just my personal interpretations!
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Tyler’s wholleeee wardrobe being red- ‘Fight Club’: from the moment we are introduced to him he is wearing red to basically the end of the movie. the red could symbolise how much he stands out both from the narrators perspective as this new and exciting character in his otherwise dull and plain life, and against the blue, green gray colour palette of the film, drawing us as the audience in. (Tyler also stands out to the narrator because he is so so so gay for him)
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Daisy’s red dress- ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button:’ in the restaurant scene when she is wearing this dress, she stands out sooo much from the yellow colour pallet of the restaurant and the gray outfits the people in the background are wearing. this is because at this point in Benjamin’s life, he is seeing her for the first time (i would argue) in a romantic light. the bold red colour also reflects her bold and somewhat self-centred personality at this stage in her life.
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Neon cross in John Doe’s apartment- Doe’s apartment has an extremely dark colour pallet with one of the first, and some of the only, aspects of colour being shown is the neon red cross over his bed. the red glow of the cross draws all attention to it in the frame, highlighting how integral John Doe’s religion is to him as a character, and what motivates him in his crimes (this is also shown with how big the cross is and the fact that if hangs over him while he sleeps)
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Amy’s return home/Desi’s death scene- Amy being covered in Desi’s blood, in both her white underwear when she kills him, and in the white dress she returns home in, could be a sign of her ‘innocence’ being stained both literally and metaphorically with the blood of the man she has killed. alternatively, the red blood (specifically in the scene when she is returning home) could be amy displaying her story to the news, with the deep crimson of the blood contrasting with the silk white dress that she CHOSE to put on after she had killed Desi, just adding to the shocking story that she is trying to sell to the american citizens that are routing for her to return home.
anyway, idk how accurate these are, i just wanted to get this off of my chest because i love how Fincher uses the colour red. again, these are just my interpretations!! (if you have your own please indulge me) :))
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the-rippers · 2 years
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metallica and what i think what boxers would they wear:
james
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kirk
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lars
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cliff
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jason
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robert
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cursedbcrn · 2 years
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I’ve been trying to figure out my words for the last however many hours (also work and life were things) but ultimately, what I think is the most relevant is that my time with this show and this world is not and has not ever been linked to what’s airing on screen. It’s a bittersweet ending for sure, considering the TVD pilot is probably one of the only pilots I remember watching with such vivid intensity back in 2009 (back before I even know I was queer. Y’all TVD is older than my entire queer life 🤯). But I digress. I hope everyone involved on that show except for a select few (go fuck yourself Matt Davis) go on to be successful beyond their wildest dreams and I’m looking forward to what many of that talented cast are going to do next. 
And I’ll still be here, writing my funky little tribrid until she decides to pack up shop. That isn’t going to be anytime soon. 
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queensconquest · 2 years
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   Ling  Wen  typically  faces  the  door  when  she  sleeps.  It’s  a  habit  of  hers.   ( Unless  there’s  a  wall  ,  like  hotel  rooms  ,  then  she  typically  chooses  to  face  the  wall  that  is  nearest  the  door  and  furthest  from  windows.  )   She  doesn’t  consciously  choose  this  or  think  about  it  honestly  ,  not  after  so  many  centuries.  It  just  is.
   If  she  does  have  a  partner  ,  most  of  the  times  she’ll  still  choose  to  face  the  door  when  she’s  actually  going  to  sleep.  Prior  to  that  she’s  fine  any  way  ,  but  once  going  to  sleep  ?  She  has  to  face  the  door.  But  she  doesn’t  mind  if  the  partner  curls  up  behind  her  and  play  the  big  spoon.  As  long  as  she  isn’t  entirely  smothered  or  trapped.  But  an  arm  over  her  side  or  things  like  that  she  doesn’t  mind  and  even  enjoys.  There  are  times  however  she  may  choose  to  face  them  over  the  door  if  she  really  does  trust  them.  Where  she’ll  let  them  wrap  her  up  and  bury  her  face  in  their  chest  or  against  their  shoulder  or  things  like  that  because  she  feels  safe  and  comfortable  enough  to  allow  that.  Especially  if  she’s  really  exhausted  or  she  falls  asleep  while  they’re  stroking  her  hair.  
   And  specifically  three  tumors  related  (  deal  with  it  )  ,  she  does  typically  prefer  to  be  on  the  outside.  One  ,  Pei  Ming  in  the  middle  is  nice  and  warm  and  comfy.  Two  ,  she  can  face  the  door  if  she  wants  while  still  having  the  contact  with  them.  Three  ,  she  doesn’t  feel  trapped  or  smothered.  She  also  tends  to  be  the  first  one  up  ,  so  it’s  easier  she’s  on  the  outside  edge  than  in  the  middle.  That  said  ,  she  has  honestly  come  to  enjoy  the  times  she  does  choose  to  be  in  the  middle  or  is  (  affectionately  )  forced  bc  they’re  making  sure  she  rests.  It’s  safe  and  she  trusts  in  them  enough  to  allow  herself  to  relax  in  that  spot.
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zarla-s · 2 months
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Are you ever going to make a character reference for handplates gaster
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My first thought was like "of course I've done a ref sheet" and then I thought wait... have I? SO HERE IT IS AFTER THE COMIC HAS ALREADY BEEN FINISHED my timing is impeccable. I THINK this should cover everything... I guess if I forgot something I can add it later, haha.
Edit: People seem startled that he's shorter than Undyne! I just headcanon her as very tall lol.
(the illustration mentioned)
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daeyumi · 6 months
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Broken oaths and forgotten dreams 💧
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pharawee · 5 months
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"If you want to know, you have to test it yourself."
PIT BABE · Episode 1
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askinsufferableprick · 7 months
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muffinlance · 2 months
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Do you get the impression the live action is treating us like utter morons?? Like I thought that making it aimed at an older audience would open the doors for more subtle story telling, but no, they're just using monologues to tell us eveything! Like in the second episode Katara's like 'oh his power isn't that he's the avatar, it's that he ~connects~ to people'. Girl we're not idiots we can see that!! And the first episode with Aang's goddawful 'I don't want this responsibility' monologue
THIS, YES. The word that keeps coming to mind is definitely "subtlety". The show for literal children? Had it. The remake for adults? Not so much.
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a-s-levynn · 2 months
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"A sacred guardian" A Series of Small Offerings - IV/1 - day33
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jaysworlds · 8 months
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hello mcr girlies. which mcr song is YOUR song i mean like 'this song gets me like no one else has ever got me this is the greatest piece of music ever to be created etc etc etc' the song no one understands like you understand.
i'll go first. mine is Summertime
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The Babel Incident
Phantom doesn't make talk to anyone when he joins the Leauge. They may try to make small talk and learn more about their new teammate, even going as far to to invite him to the occasional gathering or socialize, but the newest member simply shows up when there is mandatory meetings, helps out on the field, and leaves as quickly as he arrived.
Keeping everyone at arms length, no matter how they much they try. They can clearly see he's lonely, but he insists they leave him be.
Clark doesn't miss (or like) the way Bruce tries to get more useful information on the newbie in roundabout like asking other Leauge members for anything. It wasn't until the usually straight faced Phantom got angry at Bruce to vanish to get away from their leader. It irked the Dark Knight to not have any useful information, even when Martian ManHunter told him no to reading his mind, but Bruce will keep trying to get something out of Phantom.
Little do they know that the reason why Phantom doesn't speak or socialize with anyone has to do with the fact that Batman uses mere conversations to formulate his contingency plans to put down his colleagues, something they don't know about yet. The Last Universe he visited had its Batman getting his plans stolen by a villian and had gotten the entirety of the Leauge killed.
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What's the sequence for the script of the pilot of the big bang theory
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qtboni · 10 months
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╰﹒ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 !
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PAIRING: Ooc!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
OVERVIEW: He lashes out on you + very dismissive over your efforts for him :((
C/W: Angst, no comfort (see p2 for comfort!), mentions of toxic behavior (bcz words), offensive languages, depictions of mental health struggles (anxiety, but js tiny amount). [ fanart credits : ave661 on tumblr ]
W/C: 1.1k bubs
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Simon had been going through a lot lately, and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. He had been working overtime at work, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes every time he came home.
You want to do something special for him, something to lift his spirits up.
The air was charged with anticipation as Simon stepped through the door, making you want to burst out of happiness.
You had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, eager to show him what you'd been working on all day. You had been so excited to do something special for him, and you had gone the extra mile to make this night perfect!
The air, still thick with tension, Simon walked through the hallway. He'd had a long, hard day at work, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with anything else.
Price had been nagging him more than usual on the mission. Simon was tired and just wanted to rest, but Price's constant barrage of questions and commands was starting to get on his nerves.
He tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit frustrated. Despite his best efforts, he managed to keep his emotions in check and focus on the task at hand.
After the mission was over, Simon was relieved to finally have a moment to himself. He just wanted to rest and have a good night, but there you were, being a nuisance to him.
You could see the weariness in his eyes, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shrugged off your attempts to engage him, not wanting to deal with the small talk.
As Simon dropped his collection of his military wears in the near cabinet, you approached him, your heart still pounding with excitement.
"Simon," you said, your voice trembling and a cheeky smile forming on your lips. "I've been working on a special surprise for you all day. I made your favorite snacks, decorated the living room, and even picked out a movie I know you'll love! I just wanted to make tonight special."
Simon looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp and exhaustion palpable in his voice.
Despite his attitude, you pushed forward, eager to show him the cozy living room setup you'd created.
"Ta da!" you exclaimed, gesturing to the cozy space. "I wanted to make our movie night extra special tonight, so I went all out."
You'd decorated it with fairy lights, set out the popcorn and drinks, and made sure the couch was nice and toasty with a mountain of blankets.
"I just wanted to do something special for you," you added, your voice light and upbeat.
Simon's expression fell. He looked at the setup as if it were an annoyance, and you felt your feelings going down the drain.
You tried to hide your disappointment though and put on a cheerful smile, but it was hard to hide the hurt in your eyes. "What's wrong?" you asked hesitantly.
Simon shook his head, and for the first time, you saw the signs of his stress and turmoil. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed, and you could tell that he was struggling just to keep it all together.
"I can't take on one more thing right now," he said, his voice rising with frustration. "I'm exhausted. I can't deal with this right now."
You felt a lump form in your throat as you realized the full extent of your mistake.
"I..."
Your heart sank.
You couldn't believe you hadn't realized how tired he looked, how haggard and stressed. You had been so caught up in your excitement that you had missed the signs, the signals that he couldn't take on any more.
You had been so eager to do something nice for him, and in doing so, you had only added to his burden.
A tense silence fell over the room, and you could feel the tension rising between you. You wanted to comfort him, to make things right, but you didn't know how.
"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."
As you stood there in silence, your heart racing and tears swimming in your eyes, he finally spoke.
"Well, don't," he snapped, his irritation evident in his tone. "I can take care of myself. And I didn't ask for any of these."
You watch as he points to the decorated living room. Your efforts. Your hopes of having a good night of movies with him.
You felt the tears spill over and course down your cheeks.
"I didn't mean to make things worse for you," you said, your voice trembling. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, to lift your spirits. I didn't realize..."
Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I appreciate the effort, really I do. It's just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "Can you just stop being a bother? I can't take on anything else right now. I'm already stretched so thin, and I can't..."
You felt your chest tighten at his words.
You had always known that Simon was a hard worker, but you had never truly appreciated the toll it took on him. You had always been there to support him, to lift him up when he was feeling low, and you had always assumed that he would do the same for you.
At that moment, you realized that you had been asking too much of him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes and the slump of his shoulders.
The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.
Your voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "I... I understand. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."
You could feel the hurt in your chest, like a physical pain that made it hard to breathe.
“Stop being a bother.”
The tears were already falling down your face, and your heart ached with the weight of your mistakes. It was just a reminder of how much you loved him and how desperately you wanted to be with him.
Simon didn't utter another word, just nodded his head, but his silence spoke volumes. An oppressive and heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that there was nothing else to be said.
You stood there, feeling numb and defeated as you watched him leave to the bedroom.
You had learned a difficult lesson that night, and one that you would never forget. The road to happiness was not always smooth, and sometimes, even the people we love the most can hurt us without meaning to.
Tears filled your eyes over and over again as you realized how much your effort was taken for granted.
In that moment, you didn't understand why he was being so cruel to you, especially when you had put so much thought into making him happy.
All you wanted was to see Simon smile.
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A/N: okay.. well.. he was an ass.. HELP simon pookie why would u do this to us? :(( we even made you popcorns and and even bought you your favorite drinks :(( we had to even ask ur best bud soap what kind of movies you like :(( we did so much for you :(( but it's okay ig. . . as long as you can have your rest. . . and well. . . goodnight :((
lmk if you guys need a part 2 cuz i be crying in my sleep
EDIT! part 2 is posted !!
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tooquirkytolose · 1 year
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This Is Not My Story
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bixels · 4 months
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While I do think anon was rude, I do think it's pretty shitty to set up all this stuff you were going to add the au and then just drop it. It's disappointing. Definitely unfollowing.
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Bye.
#ask me#anon#once AGAIN.#I am not dropping anything#the au is not getting cancelled. more than likely i'm gonna take a break from it until i find motivation again#But I've been drawing the AU for half a fucking year#In that time I've only drawn 5 things that aren't mlp related#I'm getting tired and my last few posts didn't do as well as I'd hoped#And I'm not about to burn myself out on mlp au art even if I really do love making it#I'm still gonna make comics. I have a bunch of ideas.#Tulli and I still wanna do the limited run merch shop#Discord is still coming. Sunset is still coming. Sombra is still coming. I have so many ideas#But I need to do something else for my own sake. Did you know I was supposed to get the background 6 designs done by now#But I didn't because I'm TIRED#I've been keeping myself on a schedule to keep content pumping despite travel and school and family and I'm tired#what i'm getting isn't matching what i'm giving and that's nobody's fault. i'm not frustrated at anyone. a slump was bound to happen#drawing the au was fun until it become my Thing. Because when your Thing––your identity––starts to faulter#it can really make you freak out#And that's not healthy for the project or for myself. I need to find the fun again and I'm sure I will#I'm really appreciative of everyone's support in my inbox and replies it really does mean a lot especially given that about 2/3 of my#followers followed for mlp. But if you're gonna react to me saying “i'm gonna cool down on mlp art and draw my own stuff” with “i'm#disappointed in you." then Leave! I think it's good you're unfollowing#you are not obligated to stick by my side! But don't act like I'm doing you a disservice by turning my attention elsewhere#I didn't promise anyone anything and I definitely didn't say I'm breaking any promises.
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