Perfect Blue (1997) dir. Satoshi Kon
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God dude these two scenes and how roxie moves hurt my heart so so bad 🥹
it's like a mix of anger, feral, emotional breakdown, and complete sadness that just fucks me up soooo fucking bad.
it's like she's a pet who got abandoned by their owner but they see them again after years of sadness and depression of them being gone and leaving them like that and all that anger and sadness just manifest's into one bundle of emotion's towards them they cannot control.
roxie baby ur gonna be okay u deserve better :[
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Pictured: K. P. Hob and Andhera bringing precisely the same energy when encouraged to brag about themselves
Rewatching ACOFAF is my new favorite Valentine’s tradition 💖🌺💐🌸💖
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Fey and Flowers is incredible because like four of the players are doing a poignant exploration of queer identity and what it means to conceal, reveal, and be yourself in a society of largely silly but deeply held rules and expectations, and then Lou and Emily’s characters are like “I am here EXCLUSIVELY for drama”
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It was a perfect day. Everything went romantically--passionately, even. Now they're standing on a lush verdant hill, the gentle evening breeze caressing their faces. Their hesitant fingers brushing oh-so-shyly as their hearts beat and beat even faster in a plea to shout out what their tongues cannot say.
And when he gazes at the person beside him, their attention captivated by the colorful fireworks that drew stars and flowers and beauty before their very eyes, he knows he has to say it. So that he may see the same besotted expression directed at him instead.
"My lovely flower. My beautiful star. Won't you... make breakfast with me, everyday, for the rest of our lives?"
"Huh? I know you like my cheap cooking, but don't you have world-class chefs at home? I'm sure they'd do better than me..."
"Ah."
In some cultures, asking someone to cook for you everyday is an indirect way of asking someone to marry you. And he was rejected.
Malleus Draconia was rejected. Unwittingly. With all the innocence in the world a person could ever display on their face.
Ah well, just another one of his failed attempts. He'd try again next time, in a different setting, with a different approach. There's bound to be one in a thousand that would work on them, surely?
"I don't really plan to take up culinary arts," They suddenly declare; eyes ahead and never meeting his, "So I don't think I'm qualified to be a royal chef. But if my job title gets to be 'spouse' instead... Maybe I'll give it a thought."
He's not entirely sure if the popping sound was still the fireworks or if it was his very heart.
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