trapper not singing auld lang sine with everyone else until he turns and actually sees hawkeye singing it with that big giddy grin on his face and then singing it with/looking at HIM ,, and then looking at hawk like THAT in the last still with their faces so close together ??? they were SICK !! SICK IN THE FUCKING HEAD FOR THIS !!
thinking about how the movie theater scene in season 3 is one of the few pivotal byler moments where there’s actually a large group of people around them (they’re almost always alone or the people with them aren’t included in the shot...the only other crowded scene i can recall is the rink o mania fight tbh) but they still managed to frame it with so much intimacy and tension, mike and will’s faces being close to each other, everything around them blurring and mike’s voice being so gentle and soft and caring as he asks will if he’s okay...
so there really is no excuse for why there’s such a lack of intimacy in nearly every mleven scene and why they choose to make them have moments with either the ugliest backgrounds, with way too much clutter or people around them that makes it painful to watch, or with the scene ending up being played as comedy 😭 (maybe not all of their scenes but its like 80% of their important scenes that its kind of hard to ignore especially throughout s4...like what the hell is this)
its such a stark contrast to the way byler scenes are shot...mind you they were in a literal junkyard in the scene below and jonathan and argyle were right in their vicinity but they still managed to frame it as if they were the only two people in the world and the cinematography is visually pleasing
like this is barely a competition at all...how are we still debating which relationship is meant to be endgame 🤦♀️
me: how about...natori contracting some kind of youkai illness & matoba finding out about it & showing up to his set & natori dragging him off to his trailer bc it would be bad for his sparkly reputation to make the angry faces he feels coming on in front of his coworkers & matoba offering to help but in that smarmy condescending way that raises natori's hackles so he refuses but unfortunately he doesn't know how to cure it so matoba just keeps showing up every day & natori keeps carting him off to the trailer every time & being suuuuper cagey when people ask him who his visitor is & what if his coworkers get the wrong idea & matoba is fully aware of this & what if one day in the trailer natori reluctantly agrees to let matoba help him & matoba's like okay fine off with your shirt i gotta paint this spell circle on your bare chest & what if he's in the middle of doing that when they hear somebody opening the door to the trailer & obviously they don't want anyone to know what they're actually doing in there bc youkai-exorcist confidentiality so matoba's like no worries i got this & he KISSES NATORI omg classic kiss-as-misdirection trope & the person at the door is like whoops my b carry on gentlemen & after they've left natori is like wtf matoba????? & matoba's like well it's what they all thought we were doing anyway & your mouth was right there & it allowed me to cover the writing on your chest with my body & also you kiss people for a living so i figured it wouldn't be too complex for you & your part-time exorcist training to handle & natori recovers admirably quickly & is like WELL for your information that was a TERRIBLE kiss & no one is gonna buy that i professional makeout artist natori shuuichi would be swapping saliva with somebody on the reg without any of my considerable skill rubbing off on them & matoba's like so what do you propose we do about it & natori's like obviously i have to teach you how to kiss in case they come back -
the bedtime story fairy who thought this was gonna be an easy assignment: please just go to sleep im begging u have mercy ur brain cells are dying
❛ is all that bottled hair dye seeping into your scalp and frying your brain or do you really not know how to knock before entering a room ? ❜ french tips seize coral towel draped just outside vicinity of tub where bare framework locates . cranium peeking past curtains to lay behold homme absorbing self with own doings as towelette is swathe around perimeter of dampened soma . ❛ you live with other people now , you cant just barge into rooms let alone the bathroom . ❜ was as if nurturing juvenile child only this one far too developed for such tangents and yet here she remained , breathless sigh parting roseate brims that accompanies vapor of aqua . echo of curtain opening reveals bathed femme , scent of cotton candy infiltrating nares as steps are taken to invade males personal space . ❛ its like your begging for me to cry to your mother about how utterly impolite and invasive you’ve been since my mother and i have moved in . maybe i’ll add in how you’ve been hotboxing her car every other night , hm ? ❜ @killforyou