i genuinely love when you can tell an older show was Not made with high quality video viewing in mind. i am watching knight rider and constantly seeing all the little mistakes they surely brushed under the rug thinking nobody would see them on their crunchy little CRTs back in the 80s, that are huge attention grabbers now in HD fullscreen on my 3 foot computer monitor
the biggest one of course is all the drivers/controllers for the (in-universe) self driving car, kitt. there's guys tucked down in the footwells who can't always stay out of the shot. there's a guy who has a Car Seat Suit to blend in and look like the drivers seat from a distance, but you can always tell when that's the method they're using for a particular shot because its so much thicker than the passenger seat next to it and the headrest is missing it's cutout section. in at least one instance he starts taking the suit off too early, on a focus shot of the damn car, so its REAL visible.
all the extremely obvious stunt drivers or performers who look nothing like the character they're supposed to be
props, such as animals, vanishing from the car interior for stunt/race sequences.
the production crew (or their shadows) being visible in the background. only at a glance, but its especially hilarious in shots where nobody else is supposed to be around
the camera panning out from a sound stage set far enough that you can actually see over the edges of the set and into the stage they were filming in. mostly this happens with their truck trailer mobile unit thing.
this one isn't a mistake but every time the car "turbo jumps" they CLEARLY hide the ramp behind another car, a prop, the environment, and its just. so charming. sometimes its blatantly on screen just for a moment. like... of Course in real life this car isn't magically leaping 20 feet, of course its a ramp, but it's still so silly and fun to be reminded of how they were doing those stunts to begin with.
also not really a mistake but related, the bracket they keep on the front of the car for stunt work.... is just left on half the time. cuz it's a pain to take on and off.
and there are more examples that are more unique that haven't cemented themselves in my head well yet, but these are the more notable or common things i see and it's really charming. if i'm not giggling to myself noticing the "seams" and flaws and so human imperfections of your show or movie what EVEN is the point. hollywood is too flashy these days i think!
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Forgive me, forgive me. I ask, I beg, I pray, but it never comes.
You know I find it incredibly bewildering to see just how much kalki reflects myself in him like YEAH Duh of course he does, he’s my little guy it’s like his full time job. But at the same time he is a fully functional facet of my being and he is at the mercy of my whimsies, and whatever he discovers in his arduous journey of self realisation is ultimately a reflection of what I discover in the real world. It’s also incredibly funny because ffxiv lore for dark knights is really baked into the idea of (re)discovering yourself amongst the bloodshed and continuing to live and love and thrive despite the world working against us. who would have thought such a raw message could come from an mmorpg side quest about edgy emo boys of all places
also adamantite armour of fending i would lay down my LIFE for u
variant + phone bg version + ID below the cut
tch as if you guys are actually going to use artwork of my little guy as your phone background. i know. how dumb. let a girl dream. i should make an alternate version but it's of Fray and Myste
[START ID: A picture with a red background focusing on the character's bust that is placed to the left of the image's centre. He is coloured with a dark blue overlay, contrasting with the red background. He has brown skin, long black hair that falls over his shoulders, and is wearing blue and gold armour and earrings. He is looking at the viewer, right eye dark brown and the left an glowing unnatural red, with an expression that looks determined and angry and yet bitter and forlorn. In the foreground and on the right side of the piece, a miniature version of the character stands coloured in a light blue overlay and wearing the same blue and gold armour, looking as if he is glowing. He is facing towards the left of the piece, or perhaps at the character bust, his expression unreadable. Above the miniature character's head is the symbol representing the FFXIV dark knight, coloured in gold. END ID.]
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“I must thank you for rescuing my daughter,” the king announces to the knight kneeling at the foot of his throne. “I have been waiting years for her to return to me. Your reward must be higher than the stars in the sky, knight.”
“My reward is knowing she is home safe, your highness,” the knight replies quickly. The princess hadn’t been particularly grateful for her freedom, and had complained the entire way back, saying the saddle was uncomfortable or the sun too hot or the road too bumpy or the tavern they stopped in too full of commoners. She’s not even here for the money anymore – the job is done and she just wants out.
“No, no, don’t be ridiculous!” The king waves her off with a sigh, standing from his throne to trundle down the steps towards her. “I would be honoured to know a knight of such a calibre is protecting my daughter.”
The knight has to hold back a horrified choke at his words. “Oh, no disrespect your highness, but I can assure you there are other knights more fitting to be a personal guard for her. I have to–”
The king stops her with a curt raise of his hand, and she immediately goes quiet. “Of course not, knight.” He huffs a laugh, motioning for her to stand. “The highest dignity I can bestow upon you is her hand in marriage.”
The guard outside the princess’s door doesn’t think twice as the knight passes him to enter. The next in line is sprawled on the four-poster bed with the lowest amount of decorum she’s ever seen in a member of the royal family, flipping lazily through a book in front of her. The knight clears her throat loudly to announce her presence, and the princess shrieks like there’s an assassin coming at her. The lack of response from the guard outside makes her think that the princess reacts like this more often than not.
“Oh, it’s you,” she says with a hint of exasperation. “What?”
“Uh.” The knight can’t believe she’s the one having to break this news. “Your father wants me to… marry you.”
The princess rolls on her bed to hoist herself more upright, meeting her gaze with a mix of dismay and disgust. “He what?”
“Apparently he wants me to be your sole protector or something.” She steps further into the room to lean against one of the posters supporting the bed. “I can assure you I don’t particularly want this either.”
“No shit I don’t want this!” The knight flinches at the barbarity of her words. “Why would he say that? I don’t like you!”
“Feeling’s mutual,” is all the response she gets, and she lets out a deep groan of annoyance.
The princess hauls herself to her feet with a resolute “ugh!” before crossing her room and throwing the wardrobe door open. “Well, I’m not marrying you.”
The knight watches as she lugs a seemingly random bundle of clothes out of the closet. “I think the king tends to get what he wants, princess.”
“Not if his daughter can help it.” She pulls a dirty bag out from under her bed, grimacing at the mud it drops on the covers as she sets it down. “I’m not hanging around to get married to someone I don’t even like.”
“Princess,” the knight starts slowly. She’s trained in military surprises, but as she watches the woman shove oversized clothes into the satchel she knows she’s out of her depth. “Maybe you should speak with your father before you do anything rash.”
“As if I’m going to reason with a man who tries to hand me off to the first person to do him a favour.” The bag is closed with a heartless thunk. “Now, I am going to use these sheets to climb out this window and not get married. I won’t survive in the big wide world alone - my dad refused to teach me how to fight. Hurry up.”
The knight watches in a fog of confusion and dread as the princess ties some of her sheets together and launches them from her window, dropping the satchel out ahead of her. She hefts a leg over the windowsill resolutely, glancing back at the woman still watching her from inside the royal room she’s never going to see again. “If at any point you try to go behind my back and tell my dad, I’ll shank you.”
And with that she dips out of sight, leaving the knight to dumbly follow behind her.
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holds your hands. you. you get it. the demelonzostrap supremacy.
I think Alonzo, Demeter and Munkustrap deserve to kiss, and hold hands, and take evening walks with their tails entangled, and give other cats the collective "whatever I think is happening better not be happening" looks, and work to help one another, and dance their pas de trois, and show off for one another when they feel the burns of eyes on their backs, and attune to one another so well they start borrowing habits, and talk with each other and take council late into the evening, and share small pieces of their pain under the cover of night until the sun peeks through the cracks of their den while they heal together, and have Alonzo lie himself bodily across their laps so they will stay with him a little longer, and grow old together (but neither of the others have aged a day, have they?), and raise their weird little baby girls in happy tandem.
I just think that'd be nice.
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