O último garoto da cidade ! , uso pessoal
obs.: fiz essa capinha de bobeira, mas acabei gostando dela por ser sangrenta e ainda parecer, de certa forma, "velha". não sabia muito bem como fazer isso sem usar rostos e/ou artes, apenas os tênis característicos do personagem e surgiu isso. está agradável aos olhos, espero eu. tô bem feliz com resultado e extremamente ansioso para usar essa belezinha.
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Films watched in 2023.
Top 15 September, October, November & December.
Cerrar los ojos (Víctor Erice, 2023)
The Boy and the Heron (Hayao Miyazaki, 2023)
Past Lives (Celine Song, 2023)
Fallen Leaves (Aki Kaurismäki, 2023)
First Reformed (Paul Schrader, 2017)
Nothing Sacred (William A. Wellman, 1937)
Afire (Christian Petzold, 2023)
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Frank Capra, 1936)
Safety Last! (Fred C. Newmeyer & Sam Taylor, 1923)
Brute Force (Jules Dassin, 1947)
Después de… Segunda parte: atado y bien atado (Cecilia Bartolomé & José Juan Bartolomé, 1981)
Lost Book Found (Jem Cohen, 1996)
ll sol dell'avvenire (Nanni Moretti, 2023)
In Our Day (Hong Sang-soo, 2023)
A Warning to the Curious (Lawrence Gordon Clark, 1972)
(My list on Letterboxd -click here-)
It's been a tough few months and that's why I haven't been able to make my classic monthly list. I've made a resolution that this will change in 2024 and I will resume the immense emotion that I get from watching movies and capturing them, because when I lack that I feel like I'm fading away. Happy New Year to everyone and thanks for still being there all this time ♥
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some of the gayest things i did w my girl besties as a kid that haunt me daily even though i'm almost 25
laying on the hot cement of the playground watching the clouds, talking about which boys we'd date in class, and i look over at her and notice how the sun is turning her black hair slightly red in the sun and sigh and say "i wish i were a boy, 'cause then i'd date you"
made a new best friend a little after her who was a year younger than me and i wanted to live inside her skin, a little bit, and went over to her house constantly. i drew her silly art, those weird emo blobs from the mid aughts, and she hung it up on her door. we joked about being married a lot. when i had to move away across the country, one night i was staring up at the moon while listening to a love song and started sobbing wondering if she was also looking at the moon. i never texted her again.
when i was 12 i fell in love with a girl for the first time i knew about. i had just gotten over being weirded out by gay people & when the kids in class started whispering about us being dykes, my teacher called home about it. i cried my eyes out in a red pickup truck with my mom as i told her i was in love with her, but it was fine because she was straight. i was drinking a red slushie.
once with that same girl, we went on a field trip to a nearby science museum. it was within walking distance and she held my hand the whole way, even though we were too old for it. at some point i started swinging her hand and knocking into her and laughing and eventually she just picked me up, put me on her back, and carried me the rest of the way while we laughed. at the museum, she kept finding me and holding my hand again. i went home that night, so giddy, and just kept thinking about her hand in mine and didn't even care about what the rest of the kids were whispering
in february, before that, she'd asked me which girl i had a crush on in class because i'd posted about it on tumblr. it took me a half hour to finally tell her it was her, blushing to my ears as we walked around the perimeter of the playground (we were at a small private school with less than 100 students, so even the middle schoolers got to use the playground), refusing to look at her. she told me she didn't feel like that, but i was still her best friend and she wasn't mad at me or weirded out. if one of us were boys, she said, maybe it would've worked out. her mom moved her back to california at the end of the school year. i never saw her again and she wasn't allowed to talk to me. she messaged me once, years later on here, to tell me i was pretty in a prom dress i'd tried on. she blocked me later.
i wrote down a story about her, a year later, for 8th grade english class. in it, i imagined that she'd never left, and that she'd kissed me while we laid in the grass, mixing up my stories and my life. my teacher looked at me with such a soft sadness and told me it was very beautifully written. she wanted me to submit it to a contest. it won.
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Hey guys and gals and genderless pals and non-binary chums, have you heard about this brand new-ish web-animation-series by Zeurel called
- M O N K E Y W R E N C H -
Oh you have not?
Well let me tell y'all about it!
Monkey Wrench is a Sci-fi action dripping, adventure packed, motion driven 'toon filled with humor of various genres sprinkled with adult swim charm.
If you crave 90s late evening cartoon of Space Opera-esque adventure about two space mercenaries hunting down baddies, shooting blasters and saving their own asses while also succumbing to madness and outer chaos of liminal proportions - Then look no more! > It is right here!_<
If I caught you up then go ahead and check that Bad Boi on the Youtube! And don't forget to visit Monkey-Wrench-Zeurel and their Monkey Wrench project Patreon!
[edit: forgot to add:
THIS 'TOON IS 16+ (18+ or even 21+ DEPENDING ON THE REGION YOU LIVE IN.
Better late than never, amr?]
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Being a true galaxy-brained Doctor Who fan is hitting the epiphany that every showrunner had their strengths and their weaknesses and their own interpretations of the Doctor and you can like or dislike any aspect of any showrunner and acknowledge their genuine mistakes/bad choices/yikes decisions (such as racism, sexism, homophobia, questionable undertones, lack of agency for female characters, etc.) and it is COMPLETELY VALID to have that turn you off of a Doctor/showrunner but also acknowledge that some of the things that people have considered bad writing over the years are often personal preference (valid opinion, not always valid fact) and that just as there are clunkers in every season, there's something to appreciate about every showrunner and every Doctor.
After all, "The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant."
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