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striving-artist · 4 months
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The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.
Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”
Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”
The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.
Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”
Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.
Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.
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anotherwellkeptsecret · 5 months
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“Can you, uh, do it again?” he asked, voice barely more than a whisper. “Please,” he added, the word coming out more breathily than anticipated.
Crowley shook his head, his whole corporation positively tingling. “I dare you.”
Aziraphale brought his lips closer to Crowley’s and paused, savouring the delicious anticipation. With one final look into Crowley’s eyes the two of them closed the gap together and melted into each other. Crowley still held the angel softly in his hands as their lips brushed together, gently at first, exploring the beauty in their touch.
A lovely commission illustrating the third chapter of the fic I Dare You.
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quick-catton · 2 months
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hey so tonight i am thinking about how felix had every right to put his hands on oliver's chest and shove him away and yell at him and call off the party and kick him out right in that moment when they got back from his parent's house–
but instead he gently pushes his hands away, almost seems to subconsciously reach for them afterwards, can never actually be mad because he still cares about him and wants to believe things can be okay despite everything.
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halcyonnnn · 5 months
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Mr. A. Fell, Purveyor Of Books And Antiques To The Gentry.
I am!!! In love with this oopsie!Omens AU by @asleepyy! So I made some fanart :)
Just like how Aziraphale's bowtie has a red stripe which is something more *'demonic,'* I imagine that Azazel would have a gold stripe, which is more 'angelic.'
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Welcome to my TED talk, entitled: Time Lord Renegeration is a literal Ship of Theseus situation. I will be talking for three hours before our first intermission-
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alchemistmelody · 3 months
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lilacthebooklover · 5 months
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An Analysis of the Choreography and Physical Acting in the "Nerdy Prudes Must Die" Song
the choreography in this song is exquisite (lauren lopez, you never cease to amaze), and the use of physical skills in jon and will's acting is absolutely phenomenal. here, i'm going to explain why.
first of all, the facial expressions. will pulls off max's rage and loathing flawlessly, down to way his face scrunches up and his lip curls at the start of the song as he walks through the audience. the movements are jerky, his head tilts and the broad gestures of his hands showing both how confident and furious he is. richie seems terrified, the way he crosses his arms over his chest and backs away at the start of the song showing just how scared he is- the actions look almost involuntary. he's shaking, and looks like he's on the verge of tears.
max is confident as ever, believing himself to be invincible. he bares his teeth like a predator on the hunt, and richie runs like his prey. this is a game to max, that much is obvious. he has full control here- richie tries to run behind him, but max holds out a hand to his chest and turns his head, and richie cannot move. his chest heaves and he hunches in on himself, petrified, after max moves away again. even the little things, like max shaking his hand as though disgusted after touching richie as he walks away, have such a cool effect on the performance.
as max talks about the smoke club, he adds their special hand gesture- he knows who they are, and could quite possibly have been a part of them at some point. then, he forcefully throws his arms to the side, glaring out at richie.
after that is one of my favourite bits of choreography in the scene: the levitation segment.
max steps forward and lifts his arm as though holding something up, and richie rises too, head tilted away, back arched away, neck exposed. then, max throws his arm down, therefore throwing richie down, and jon pulls off the fall perfectly. the syncronisation is on point, and that tumble looks painful.
the power max holds over richhie is clear even from afar. this works not only in conveying his control and the fruitlessness of richie's attempted escape in this scene, but also works as a metaphor for the control he's had over the cast throughout their school years. pete's afraid to talk to steph because max forbids it, richie's afraid to make friends because max has branded him as a loser. there are so many layers to the effect his bullying's had on pete, richie and ruth, and him quite literally controlling richie without even touching him works excellently to demonstrate this.
richie runs off, scrambling to his feet and towards the audience, where max came from. max doesn't pay attention to him, caught up in imagining the aftermath of the victory he knows is coming. he looks out to the audience at "the jock you demonised", then turns to richie, addressing him again. richie looks over and sees that max is watching him, freezing for a moment before running again, quicker than before. but max just raises his arms, and richie startles at the exit to the theatre; it seems like max has been able to lock them in using his lovely new ghost powers.
at "buried and left me", max moves closer to the floor, almost reenacting what happened. with each new accusation, he moves closer to richie, then points at "you pushed me off the edge": he's blaming richie for what's happening.
max's tongue sticks out in apparent disgust at the next segment, even the flouncy hand movements he uses mocking how "well-behaved" the world is. the next gesture he does is condescending too, like he's explaining to richie that he's "too weak to be enslaved".
most of the next chorus just seems like dancing, but that in itself holds a message. max is having fun with this. again, it's all a game; he's toying with richie, with everyone, high on power. he speaks to someone who isn't there, vividly envisioning his dreams.
at "expose the bloody lines", his hands move out slowly, being exposed to the audience. then, max looks at them, literally saying that the blood will be on his hands. he plans to kill every "nerd" at hatchetfield high, imagining doing so with vigour.
i believe that the line "watch me spawn/ and prey upon/ you anti-socialites" could have a dual meaning. the first being that he is, again, a predator, and the nerds are his prey. the second, however, could be "pray upon", tying into his god complex- he's still addressing the nerds, telling them to watch & pray upon him. here, he does a classic, monster-style pose; the very opposite of a god, but an excellent callback to 'literal monster' earlier on.
he doesn't even look at richie as he runs past, max just raising his arm and easily throwing richie to the floor. the use of levels here is phenomenal; it's a perfect way of showing that max is the one with all the power here, richie completely at his mercy, and max has none.
as max walks away, richie can be seen trying to crawl away in the background, only to freeze when max turns around again and focuses on him, knowing there's no way of escaping. he's curled in on himself and trembling, but he stays where he is, still looking like he's about to start sobbing.
max's face softens, looking almost sympathetic at the line "who will pray for me". it's a sharp contrast to the order from seconds before, and richie hastens to follow it, slightly delayed as he sits up and discreetly tries to continue crawling back. max's face hardens again at "when i'm gone", and while richie continues moving back, he's focused now, arm shaking as much as his voice.
at "or until another richie comes along", max leans over him, back to being as intimidating as possible. richie sits up further in alarm, looking like he's about to run for it and stretching a hand out as he asks max to repeat himself.
where richie is weak, barely able to move, max is still full of energy, his movements much more fluid now that he's used to this form. up until them, they've been jerky and sharp- a nice nod to the dismemberment of his limbs in the waylon house- but now, they're even stronger than before. he's putting his all into this, because if he's going out, he's going out with a bang.
he's not talking to richie anymore when the chorus repeats. "is this the eternal dark without a dawn?" shows that clearly enough. he's wondering who will pray for him when he's gone, and the answer is no-one. he's seen how things have changed, and in the grand scheme of things, it's clear max meant nothing, not even to the place he had such an influence on. and that affects him more than anything- he sees himself as a god, and does not appreciate people preferring richie lipschitz of all people to him.
he turns back to richie, pointing at him again as the chorus repeats, his movements once again giving the impression that he's envisioning what's about to happen. the other cast members march in like soldiers, oblivious to what's happening to richie as they focus on their own lives and social statuses, characters like grace and pete obvious amongst them- neither of whom had too large of a reaction to richie's death, too busy running from max and the police. meanwhile, richie himself is forcing himself to do what max says, face scrunched up like he's bracing for an attack.
at "i'm not a loser", he leans forward, eyes tightly shut as he tries to hold onto the reality he's formed for himself since max's death. he's losing everything fast, but by defying max's order of repeating after him, he holds onto a shred of that newfound confidence and social standing.
at the same time, max's stance is broad, his fists coming down as he blames richie for both of their deaths, trying to make richie believe that too. it takes him a moment to realise richie isn't copying him anymore, but when he does, he turns to him furiously with a yell, glaring spitefully. the lighting change here is also very effective (creating a more solemn atmosphere and plunging the stage into much colder, foreboding colours than the anger and tension of what had come just before), but i won't go too deeply into that since this is an analysis of movement.
as richie begs for max to not kill him, he shakes his head quickly, panting as he stays below him, unable to defend himself. at his second "i'm not a loser", his mouth twitches into something akin to a smile, because richie isn't a loser, not anymore. he's found his place, he's well-liked, he's worthy of being friends with, and he won't let max convince him otherwise anymore. so instead, he tries to convince max that he's right. and max does not appreciate it in the slightest.
he shifts back into his jock persona, straightening up and using the same condescending voice and jerks of his chin as he did before his death. he wants to intimidate richie, and by using that familiar attitude and approaching him slowly, max wipes the half-smile off of richie's face. richie jerks, falling a little as he tries to get to his feet. it's an excellent echo to the earlier hallway scene between him and max; he's reverting back to that state of powerlessness and terror again, but now, it's further exemplified by the threat on his life.
max comes to a stop in front of richie, placing the audience's focus on himself as richie looks up at him desperately. he's in power, he's above richie, and he demands attention as he looks down on him.
pete, steph, ruth and grace stand behind him in the shadows, steadfast and stoic as they look straight ahead, not at richie or max. they don't seem to care about his death, and have hidden max's, and they're not there to help him get away, no matter how much he wishes they could.
max makes himself seem larger, looking at his hands and holding them out like claws, seeming like the true image of a monster. he stands directly over richie as the lights dim, richie pleading and curling in on himself more with every second that passes. just before the blackout, max dives down and grabs richie by the throat, a sweeping motion that seems almost inhuman.
to conclude, this song is a masterpiece, and lauren lopez is a genius at choreography. i might edit this later, it's around 1am and i am very tired, but i'd love to hear your thoughts in the replies/reblogs! i'll probably also do an analysis on this song based more on the vocal acting and lyrics themselves because i've been listening to it non-stop this past week- maybe i'll add some elements of lighting in too; it's very effective in this scene, especially at the "who will pray for me" part. thanks for reading!
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d0d0-b0i · 1 year
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incredibly self-indulgent mini-comic
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oddarette · 1 year
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A bougay and a booquet :)
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torra-and-the-toons · 7 months
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A brief look of the inside of my brain currently:
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clonehub · 4 months
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blame game trains in star wars are always so funny because if there are two parties directly involved in any incident, you can blame the one whos immediate fault it is, the one(s) who had jack shit to do with the issue, you can go above everyone's heads and blame palpatine, but if you really want to get to the bottom of things you blame george lucas
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doberart · 1 year
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New tattoo. What do you guys think?
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morgaussy · 1 year
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i still can’t get over the lack of Merlin mourning Lancelot’s death(s) that we got to see. i want TEARS i want an uncontrollable MAGICAL OUTBURST i want CHOKING SOBS i want him to RESENT Arthur for it i want him to sit silently with GWEN i want GWAINE to comfort him. i wanted it ALL and you know what Lancelot DESERVED it all.
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itslikeaspaceship · 11 months
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@sarahspancakes lil headcanon.
5 times Ellie sneaks a cat into the house and the one time Joel lets her:
The first time she tried to sneak home a cat was on her way home from school.
It was the dead of winter and a big, I mean big, cat was curled up next to the school doors, tail swishing back and forth as it locked eyes with Ellie. Her face lit up as she struggled to pick up the calico, grunting at the weight of the animal.
“Holy shit.” She whispered, “what the hell did you eat?” She held the thing beneath her arm, the animal meowing every five seconds. Ellie kept apologizing, trying to readjust the cat in her hold. But the thing was to heavy to simply just carry.
“God you’re like Joel’s rifle or something. Did he get you pregnant to?” She giggled at herself as she rounded the corner for home, already thinking of how she was gonna plead her case to Joel. But it only took five steps inside the house, a single mewl, and an exasperated Joel, to make Ellie understand that this was not happening.
“But Joel-”
“Absolutely not Ellie. Now go put that thing back where you found it before it eats you to.” She whined, stomping back outside the house.
“Stupid Joel.”
Attempt number two she swore she was being sneaky. She’d been at the stables, enjoying her time with Shimmer, when an orange cat came waltzing up into the stall, rubbing itself against Ellie’s legs.
“Well hi there.” She whispered, scratching the cat behind its ears. “I’ve never seen you before.” The cat meowed right on time, making Ellie grin as she bent over to pick up the tabby. “I’m taking you home with me.”
She shuffled outside of the stall, ripping open her backpack and shoving the thrashing cat in there. “It’s just for a little bit okay, until I can get you to my room.” She gave the cat a kiss, leaving a small hole for it to breathe from.
The entire walk home she couldn’t help but grin. Joel would never catch her this time. She pounded up the steps, stopping when she noticed Joel’s sleeping figure on the rocking chair. “Oh shit.” She whispered, trying to make her footsteps quieter. She got to the door thinking she was in the clear, until Joel’s voice rang in her ears.
“Ellie, put the cat back outside.”
“Uh what cat.”
He sighed, and she felt a hand grab her back pack strap. “The one in here.”
She groaned, spinning on her heels. “But Joooeeeelllll.”
“No this is not up for discussion. Get rid of the thing, we don’t need another mouth to feed.”
“Dammit.”
Attempt three and four were at the same time. Fat cat from the school had actually been pregnant and given birth to kittens. And Ellie waited weeks for them to be ready before sneaking off with two little black ones. They were much quieter then the two she’d tried before and she could easily fit them into her pocket. Joel would never notice.
And she was right, for about a week. She’d kept them fed with little pieces of meat, small enough that Joel would never notice, and made sure they had plenty to drink. They stayed hidden away in her room and she took them outside every morning before he woke up and every night after he went to sleep. She was doing good.
Until she wasn’t. It was a rainy day, a good day for naps. And Joel was supposed to be out on patrol with Tommy all day, so she figured, one nap on the couch couldn’t hurt. Grabbing the kittens, who she named Bill and Frank, she cuddled up in the corner, pulling them to her chest and wrapping a blanket around all of them.
She’d wake up before Joel got home, she was sure of it.
But boy was she wrong, Joel came waltzing in, stopping in his tracks when he saw three people snuggled on his couch instead of just one.
“Ellie.” He sighed, walking up to her. When he woke her up, telling her she had to put them back, she thought he was just being mean. And this time she actually got upset.
“I don’t understand why I can’t just have them Joel. They’re not doing anything. Please.”
“I’m sorry baby, we can’t. They don’t belong to us.”
But what she didn’t know, was that he really didn’t want to make her get rid of these ones. Because he’d known the entire time she’d had them, and instead of putting them back, he’d spent the whole week arguing with the mom of their mom to just let them keep the kittens.
But the lady was old, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. So he promised he’d bring them back.
“I’m sorry Ellie.” He said again.
He hated seeing her this upset, I mean, Ellie actually cried. And he apologized profusely, trying to make her understand it was not his fault. But she didn’t believe him and stomped away to her room. Ignoring his apologies.
Ellie didn’t ask again after that, didn’t even try. She was tired of liking cats and getting hurt because fucking Joel didn’t want them. She was convinced she’d be alone forever, mumbling to herself about it one day after school.
“You don’t want me to have a cat, then fine I won’t get one.” She mused out loud, laying her back pack and shoes all along the front walkway.
She made her way to the kitchen, her mind on a one way track for snacks. But a small furry little thing sitting on the table caught her eye.
“Surprise.” Joel said, walking in from his hiding place on the stairs.
“Joel what the hell is this?” She whispered, going to pick up the little orange kitty. It had a red bow on its neck and everything.
“Turns out that orange tabby you brought home was a dad.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, was down at the stables earlier and saw him going after this little guy, cause you know the whole dad cats eat-” He stopped when he saw the look of utter horror on Ellie’s face. “Anyway, grabbed him for ya. Figured you could use the company.”
Her face was frozen for a moment as she just stared at the kitten, trying to decide if it was real or not.
“We can just take him back if you don’t like him I mean-” But she’d already sat the kitten down and rammed herself into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you.”
He smiled to himself, laying a kiss on her forehead. “You’re welcome baby girl.” She pulled away, grabbing the little kitten and bringing it up to show Joel.
He pushed the cat away from his face, giving Ellie a death stare. “Please stop doing that.”
She just giggled as the cat started pawing at his nose. “What should we name him?”
Joel looked down, poking the cats belly. “Her, what should we name her?”
“Oh neat, it’s a girl.”
Joel smiled at that, staring at Ellie with a wide grin on his face. “You thinking what I’m thinking.”
“Sally.” She whispered, leaning her head onto his arm.
“Sally fuckin ride.” They said at the same time.
And Joel felt as if now, his family was complete.
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dailydungeondelves · 1 year
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Don't you hurt my imaginary friend there GM
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ouatsqincorrect · 7 months
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me, showing my little sister ouat for the first time (we’re on 2x20): ok so recap. greg and tamara are a part of this cult and they want to destroy all magic. i guess we’ll just have to see who the cult leader is huh….
my sister: is it granny?
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