Every time I "finish" an AMV, I create a comparison like this.
The left side is the "effectless" draft—minimal transitions, zero coloring, limited text animation—while the right side is the "final" version I post online. It's a way to assess my work; where did the added effort elevate the edit, and where do my eyes find themselves drawn more to the draft because the "final" version is too busy, too overwhelming, too much?
I'm new to video editing. There aren't even 20 AMVs to my name, and I only seriously started a little over a year ago. My process involves a lot of struggling with what a "good" AMV is, a lot of wondering if I'm doing it all wrong—anxieties that were only exacerbated by a popular post that crossed my dash many months ago. It decried AMVs that don't edit with the full song as worthless, bad, garbage. The kids don't know how to do it right.
Not a kid, but maybe they've got a point!
Still, it was a disheartening sentiment to read. And while I might not know much, I think I am confident in knowing this: there are many AMV styles out there, and the shorter ones may certainly not be everyone's cup of tea, but that doesn't mean that they're devoid of love, time, effort, or passion. The video at the top of this post is hardly 30 seconds long, and it still took over 60 hours of spilling out ideas and cutting clips and learning new skills and scrapping new skills and tweaking transitions and coloring and recoloring and shaking my head and giving up and trying again.
Fan vidders, no matter the style they employ, are devoting their free time and energy to create. It'd be ludicrous to suggest that a movie is inherently inferior to a TV series, or a short story automatically meaningless compared to a novel.
alexis just texted me and was like hey I know we see each other tomorrow but I've been overthinking this do u wanna have dinner tomorrow and I was like oh hi.. fkfjfjfdj
going through the 20th century girl tag to move on and appreciate all the great moments only to find out ppl would rather yijin died than not end up with heedo
i hate to trash talk art programs because someone always comes out of the woodworks to tell me how an art program saved their grandma or some shit but I have to let the hate in my heart out somehow. i fucking hate procreate. i hate it so much. i long for the day drawing in it doesn't make me wanna pull out my teeth. i hate how everyone got ipads and procreate in ~2018-2020 and fucking swore by it (they did the same shit with csp every time it went on sale and then i bought it and hated that too). i hate it. its shit. when you resize lines it gets even more pixely than sai and i love sai but I hated that shit there too. i hate the lasso tool. i hate all the brushes. i hate that there isn't a proper selection tool. i hate that you can't manipulate the layer modes on 'folders'. i hate that everything is hidden in an instruction manual that doesn't exist in-app. i fucking hate this program i hate it so much. its been a year and i still hate it i fucking hate it here.
❛ i’m sorry, but i’m just thinking of the right words to say. ❜ // @Kazuma but... Masked Apprentice Kazuma?? 👀👀👀👀
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The right words?
He may have laughed at the statement if he remembered how. If it weren't so cruel in its irony. For the words this man spoke didn't matter when the mere sound of his voice shook the Apprentice to his core.
Every time, without fail. After months of wandering the foggy London streets like a wraith plucked from a ghost story, the feeling of being utterly lost was never as powerful—or as weak—as in this man's presence.
He made the emptiness inside of him better, yet simultaneously worse. As the Apprentice watched him struggle to speak, he didn't recognize the churning depths of his eyes or the thoughtful crease to his brow—and that unfamiliarity ached unlike anything else. Earth-shattering, even though he couldn't understand it. Powerful enough to change everything if only he could remember.
And he wanted to, with a desperation he didn't know himself capable of feeling before their fateful meeting in the Prosecutor's Office only yesterday. But he couldn't. He'd tried. And the same thought crushed down upon his shoulders now as it did then:
What right did he have to something—to someone—he did not know?
He shouldn't be here.
He'd never intended to face him to begin with. With the halls of the Old Bailey dim and abandoned for the night, the Apprentice had been about to leave, too: prepared to spend another night searching for anything that might trigger his memories, if the other man hadn't found him first.
Wasn't this exactly what he'd wanted? No—not this. It was too much. Too painful.
The Apprentice took a step back. Then another. Each one soundless yet stilted as he battled against himself: trapped between a visceral urge to flee, to leave this man behind—and an equally powerful conviction that he couldn't. Not again.
—again?
He didn't...They didn't... Did they?
It was too much...!
In the end the Apprentice moved no further. He merely watched, dark eyes unreadable in the shadows of his mask and cloak. Silently weathering the tempest of nonsensical emotion surging through his rib cage. Waiting for something he didn't understand.
I recently found out people ship Cassandra with Apollo.
My initial reaction was...
Just tan their hides. You know what happened to her because the the bastard, don't you?..
Then, I was overwhelmed by morbid curiosity, and checked AO3. People are writing rape fics about them. ...Why?..
Could I ever see Cassandra x Apollo?.. I don't know, maybe. But, definitely not the nonsense I mentioned. Dubcon at most. I guess, he might somehow coerce her into sleeping with him, and later rescue her from the fall of Troy, because she's pregnant with his child, or something (Zeus would be pissed, I'm fine with that).
Sounds like an intriguing story, with a lot of morally questionable elements. I can imagine Apollo confiding in Artemis, wondering why his wife is so upset. She'd just go "are you serious rn?.. -_-".
...What, you're surprised I'm among those I wish to hide with a broom? Don't be. It happens quite often, actually.
I've been having an existential crisis for the past month and the worst part is that it's the kind of thing that like, you can't sit down and talk to somebody about without feeling awkward. Vaguely, it's a thing where like, the answer you'll usually get is that "it's different for everyone" but I want to understand the other side, too and that answer is so useless. Like whats your reasoning? Explain in 4-5 sentence paragraphs, please. Not in a condescending "I'm right, so why do you think THAT?" way either I mean in like in a, if I hear it maybe I'll understand too! It's a topic with layers and I need someone on the opposite side to sit down with me and peel all of them back. It feels like... there's certain truths to all humans, except I'm human and I don't know them. I feel like I'm operating on an entirely different system and I want to understand the human way and the things that everyone else but me knows and understands on a basic level. To add to that because these truths are universal absolutely no one will sit down and discuss them; they just assume everyone knows and is operating on the same page to not talk about it. So now I, the one wanting to understand, don't even want to talk about it because I know the other person either won't take me seriously or will clam up! Not even worth it.
So anyway I'm trying to focus on old hobbies to take my mind off of it!!!!
I got nostalgic and wanted to procrastinate so I decided to look at the yandere simulator male rivals and man why are they so cute?
I was actually looking at some redesigns that this one cool person did, I forgot to grab their name on my way out of the website, but they did such a good job! They even gave em better names than just adding an o at the end.
And man I hate how this is gonna be all I'll be thinking of for the next few weeks.