#hue and cry

[nine-frames]

“Oh, how I loathe adventurous-minded boys.”

Hue and Cry, 1947,

Dir. Charles Chrichton | Writ. T. E. B. Clarke | DOP Douglas Slocombe

#hue and cry #ealing studios #british film #1940s #comedy #childrens film #ealing comedies #10 frames #charles chrichton

[mmmattnik]

Naomi hehe

#oc #hue and cry #my art

[maudeboggins]

same

#hue and cry #alastair sim

[my-burnt-city]

Sunday jam:

#the burnt city #burnt city #punchdrunk #punchdrunk theatre #immersive theatre #immersive #troy #mycenae #hue and cry #labour of love #Youtube #sunday jam

[viviqueen]

Happy Saturday! I'm happy to present my review of HUE AND CRY (Charles Crichton, 1947) written for my Ealing comedies blog series! Enjoy your reading! https://thewonderfulworldofcinema.wordpress.com/2022/12/17/ealing-comedy-1-hue-and-cry-charles-crichton-1947/

#ealing comedies #ealing studios #comedy #british #british films #british cinema #british comedy #cinema #classic films #vintage #hue and cry #charles crichton #alastair sim #40s film #1947 film #blog #blogging #Blog Series #blogger

[storytellering]

Welcoming 2024 the right way: by posting Nero Twinkification

#dmc #devil may cry #nero #devil may cry 5 #dmc5 #art meme #my art #hi i simply Do Not See the picture on the left #what do you mean picture on the right isnt how nero always looks and has looked #he is but a tiny baby slut. to me #and i will drive the albinism aesthetic into the grave #you cannot simply give me a white haired character and then slowly shift the hue of their hair darker over the years #and expect me to be ok with it

[breezypunk]

one of their favorite date nights is just strolling through the city admiring the neon lights. ♥︎

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk screenshots #cyberpunkedit #cyberpunk aesthetic #cp77 #cp77edit #gamingedit #dailygaming #virtual photography #gaming photography #goro takemura #takemura goro #takemura tuesday #takemura x v #takemura x masc v #masc v #male v #oc: vaughn leblanc #otp: golden hues #my screenshots #okay so im still learning how to use reshade and dof and all that jazz #but the fact I can go into a big area and not get any lag and I can finally use amm without it freezing.. #a girlie could cry #to celebrate they went on a nice little date in the city #(or just me making excuses so I can put vaughn in that suit for the 4079th time) #I love it sm #couples who match together stay together <3

[plulp]

kylar with the teeth

#im on a ROLL guys. #my art #dol #kylar the loner #ill be honest. hes growing on me. but i still need to finish drawing everyone else #i need to learn how to draw them consistently. #also just want to update their designs a lil. just a bit #ALSO thank you SO much for all the compliments im going to SOB and CRY actually #i was reading the tags and SQUEALING like a FREAK #my brush is made with like a hue/saturation shift setting btw!!! i use sai2 with scatter brush but i think csp def has it too #but mine is set at 7% brightness hue and saturation if you use it too :) #oh also the statue in the thing is one of those art like. dolls? what are they called #anyways pretty funny right. right. laugh.

[teejaystumbles]

I saw Florence’s dress at the Met Gala 2019 and I thought “I need to draw Dream in this, like, right now, my king, my Dream” -

- and now I’m devastated because I drew Morpheus in such a Daniel dress and colors and I’m angry at myself uugh He's a daydream king for a single hour before he reverts back to his natural black wardrobe. <3

#please tell me he can wear these colors I'm crying #I can't manage to change the hues to blue and gold and don't want to recolor it all #this was such a messy thing with layers all over the place no way am I recoloring it Dx #own art #dream of the endless #morpheus #in a daniel dress... #the sandman fanart #teejaystumbles

[dukethomas]

sometimes i remember the existence of white ppl soups

#crys speaks #just checked the notes of that soup rb post. every other person saying tomato soup and french onion etc ... #one person not thinking ramen's a soup. y'all need pho and bun bo hue and bun rieu and bun mam and non-instant ramen and egg drop and miso #and tom yum and hot and sour soup and congee etc etc etc

[thefourchimes]

i just saw a yt short spell and call isabela "isabella", luisa "lusia", and mirabel "mirabella" im—

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #madrigal sisters #cool hue sisters #im crying pls #it was a short about agustin’s flowers and socks that represent his daughters #which is really nice and i love him for it #but damn the names made me cry wheeze help

[mmmattnik]

My ocs Naomi (left) and Celestiah (right) alongside Soaren (bottom middle) and younger Naomi with her girlfriend Clementine (bottom right)

#ocs #original character #my art #hue and cry #hac #my feet are asleep

[clareguintu]

bittersweet memories

dancing in the pupils

of my hollowed out eyes

these sugar-coated recollections

attempting to latch onto me

ultimately

eating me alive

—clare guintu, from stain of hues

#art #poetry #poets on tumblr #female poets #poem #quote of the day #stain of hues #poems on heartbreak #heartbreak #books that made me cry #literature #dark academia #short poem #writers and poets #original poem #creative writing

[antimonyandthyme]

hi athy!! it's been a while but i woke up knackered and dehydrated and chose violence i'm so sorry

He doesn’t tell Charles it’s the last time they see each other. He suspects Charles knows anyway: he’s always been able to read Seb easily, a quick once-over and he’s flailed before him, all of his secrets at Charles’s disposal. He sees him off, he picks up some groceries on his way back, he locks the door and he gives himself a week to grieve.

In hindsight, expecting to get over killing the love of his life in a week might have been overly optimistic.

He’s promised himself when the time came he’d never do it. There is no point: it won’t make him feel better, and it won’t change the outcome, and he has a high chance of messing up Charles of all people, which makes it not just worthless but outright dangerous, and yet—

And yet when Seb brings out his coloured pencils and charts a course, he finds it’s the first thing he’s been able to accomplish in a month. 

He wonders if there is a moral difference, if sneaking into his past like a thief is made any better by the fact that he seems unable to do anything else. Then he forbids himself to think at all.

In the first safe-house he uses he walks into the bedroom on autopilot and slumps against the wall; it’s never occurred to him, before, that he hasn’t been alone in here for over a decade. It’s one of the stupidest reasons not to use a bed when you have one, and so he puts down his bag, and he washes up, and he gets under the covers.

In the next ones he doesn’t bother trying, collapsing straight onto the couch instead.

He doesn’t let himself think, and he moves, and inverts, and he swallows food to keep himself going, and so when his feet bring him down a corridor he’s been in once already, he finds himself utterly unprepared.

“Did you forget something?” Charles asks, opening the door. He is chewing something; his hair is wet. He is here.

He is here.

He is here.

He is here—

Charles frowns, squinting at him, and plants himself in the gap of the ajar door, his hand firm on the handle.

“When are you from?” he asks.

“Ahead,” Seb says quietly. It’s the first time he’s heard his own voice in weeks. It barely works; he still has to swallow against it, trying to keep it in. It feels like every last part of him is trying to jump out of his body and reach touch feel feel feel

Charles is looking at him; it feels like stepping into the sun after an eternity of living underground.  

“What are you doing here?” Charles asks, and cranes his neck to look into the corridor, confused. “Where is he? I mean, me?”

He doesn’t even need to give Seb a once-over, not with how hard he has to bite into his lip to keep it from trembling.

“Oh, fuck,” Charles says. All this time dreaming of this, and suddenly Seb can’t bear to look at him. 

Charles cups his face in both hands, swipes his thumbs over his cheeks, and Seb melts into it immediately, presses urgently against the touch, trying to drink it in before it disappears. It’s heaven; it’s torture; he can barely breathe.

Charles’s hand is wet on his neck when he guides him into the room, and he realises he is crying. Crap. He thought, somehow, that he might be able to hide why he’s there, might be able to spare him knowing it happens at all, but it’s obvious now; of course it is. Stupid. Idiot.

“It’s okay,” Charles murmurs gently, and Seb is tucked safely against his shoulder, cradled closer like he is precious, when he—he—when it’s his—“It’s okay, I got you, I’m here.”

For now.

Seb wants to scream.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there by the door, Charles practically crushing him against himself, until finally the tension dissipates and he feels as drained as he’s been for the past few months.

There’s nothing quite as exhausting as grief.

Charles makes him tea, and holds him some more, and talks to him and jokes and makes him laugh—a terrible, wet sound, clumsy and alien; Charles still beams at him like he’s never heard anything better.

“I’m so sorry,” Seb says, even though he told himself multiple times not to burden Charles with it. It rips out of him anyway, too strong to hold it in.

“It’s not your fault,” Charles shrugs, and it takes all Seb still has not to curl in on himself.

You don’t understand. I knew. I knew you would go with me, and I knew you would love me, and I knew it would kill you, and I did it anyway. 

“I dragged you into this,” he offers instead, and Charles shrugs again, with baffling levity. 

“It’s not like I didn’t know.” Seb stares for a few long seconds. Then he realises what part is missing: of course Charles knows what they do is dangerous. If only it were all there was—“You’re not subtle, you know.”

“I—” he is what “I don’t—”

“I don’t know all of it,” Charles says, and he rolls his eyes, and if Seb didn’t love him so much he would’ve yelled at him for being so flippant about this. “But I know there is something. So.” He looks away, fiddling with the label of his tea packet, and Seb deflates, recognising his brave front for what it is. He swallows.

“Then I’m sorry,” he says again. Charles, unbelievably, laughs.

“Oh, yeah, I’m very sorry I met you,” he says, shaking his head. “Tragedy.”

“But it doesn’t end well!” Seb implores, forgetting he is not supposed to say it, as if it could help, as if it could save him, as if he could persuade Charles to walk out and live—

“Of course it doesn’t!” Charles snaps. He sighs, rubbing his face, and takes Seb’s hand. “I think, when it’s like this, it always ends bad.” Seb closes his eyes and feels himself shrink, trying to hide and disappear. He knows he tends to ruin everything he touches; it still hurts to hear it put like this.

Charles strokes his knuckles carefully.

“It’s just—” he sighs. “When it ends, I have to be without you, or you have to be without me. So it’s always bad. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have it at all.”

“So the only way out is if we die simultaneously,” Seb tries to joke; Charles makes a face.

“I’d rather know you are okay.”

“You can’t know that if you’re dead,” Seb points out, and Charles hums, balancing his chair on the back legs.

“I think I will always know,” he says with a smirk, aiming for light-hearted, but his eyes are tender on Seb’s face. Seb swallows.

I’m not. I’ll try.

“Take care of yourself,” Charles says as he sees him out.

“You take care of yourself,” Seb says, smacking him on the shoulder, feigning affront. Charles gives him a cheeky smile.

“I have you for that,” he says.

Seb bites his lip.

“I’m not doing a very good job,” he confesses, and Charles cups his face, runs his hand through his hair with a gentle smile. Seb tries not to think about how this is the last time Charles will ever touch him.

“I think you are.”

Seb lets it wash over him, settle warmly in his chest.

He chose this Charles because he thought he could handle it, now. He also chose this Charles because if he couldn’t, he would have his Seb back in a couple of hours, in one piece and wanting nothing more than to hold him and make him feel loved and cherished and adored. 

At least this time around, maybe, maybe, he managed to love him right.

When he gets to the safe-house, he locks the door, crawls into bed, and doesn’t dream.

its so long and ive just realised i ripped off your martian time travel au as well im sorry :'( woe be me

knackered tenet anon are you trying to make me cry??? are you. are you trying to make me curl up on the floor and never get up again???

listen. listen there's something just so tragic about. time. always working against them. i'm forwards but you're backwards. my beginning is your end. did you love me because i set this torturous circle up? would you love me if you knew? how would i ever know? was it worth it?

but charles says, yeah, it's always going to be bad. you send me on my death and at the other edge of the mobius strip i see you die. but does that mean we shouldn't have it? does that mean i'd give this up? no! if the middle is all we have, then the middle it is. i'd rather have all this pain than to not have you at all.

that's the basis of your entire tenet au there are two people willing to walk the loneliest journey just to have pockets of time where they meet i'm going to cry! knackered tenet anon jail for you!!! jail!!!

#athy texts #tenet au #hey everyone look #knackered tenet anon woke up and chose violence and pain #hue hue hue (the sound of me crying) #knackered tenet anon #sebchal #fanfic #rpf

[freebirdyance]

📞

-@wilfywarfy

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call voice mail from my muse! Call back if you want an rp thread!

When Wilford checks his voice-mail, there's a few seconds of silence, then a soft sigh before Yancy starts speaking, his words slurred. "Wilford~ My love~ My darlin'~ It's me. Yancy...uh, i-if you remember. I'll help, okay? I'm the handsome guy in that picture you got, with the teddy bear. And youse wearin' a bracelet with some charms on it. The ice cream cone, see, is because I bought you ice cream on our first date. Before we got attacked by those asshole ducks. A-An' you made us cookies to eat while we watched a movie. An' the music note...well, it's 'cause I like to sing...especially to you, darlin'..."

His voice is strained as he trails off and he clears his throat. "I...I hope that helps. If you need it, o' course I'm not...I'm not sayin' ya do. Ugh, sorry...*sniff* anyway! Jus' wanted to hear yer voice, but I know you get busy so...call me whenever. I love you." *click*

#when your writing backfires and makes you cry 😢 #thanks for writin' (ask) #wilfywarfy #jailhouse blues and bubblegum hues (yanceford)

[prettydykeboy]

I'm making a new SDV mod and leme tell u I am so proud of this mod but also I am screaming internally when i was making this. This mod will be uploaded in a couple of days but for now have the preview pics!

#sdv mods #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley mods #stardew valley mod #Pixel art #screaming and crying this took so much work #literally my first mod to upload as well and i am so NERVOUS. #I hope people like this and actually download it #and before anyone asks all the recolours were done individually and I didnt even use the hue shifter thing #which was because I learnt pretty quick some outfits came out looking odd if i did so some of them have little tweaks here and there