#Sharp Focus

[maxxresz]

[hinamie]

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[shelbazoidz]

THOSE BITCHES ARE BURIED NEXT TO EACH OTHER! Not just in the same place, not just the same row, next to. At the same place Ernest and his WIFE are being buried next to one another?? Right. Right. Right. How’d that convo even go????

Walk with me. It's not my best work but I gotta get the bees out of my brain.  *jingles keys* its gay *jingles keys* and its pride month

She sits up against the headboard, glasses sliding down to the bridge of her nose. It feels unfair how Helen only got to enjoy 20/20 vision for four years until Madeline blasted a hole through her. Now it feels like her vision is worse if anything. She pushes them back up her nose, eyes reading over a few paragraphs of options. 

“We could get you a mausoleum?” She says, scrolling through the website of a cemetery. 

“Ooo that could be fun!” Madeline lays on her stomach next to her, feet kicking in the air while she scrolls through her phone. Their pinkies are hooked together in the middle of the bed, both of them focused on their own screens. Helen has been combing through a few cemeteries in the area that would be a fitting place for Thee Madeline Ashton to be buried. Did you know she was a two time Oscar nominee? 

Helen has already done this once for herself four years prior and Madeline cried like a baby at her fake funeral. She couldn’t understand why for the life of her. She was standing right next to her during the service. “But it still feels like you died!” Madeline had sobbed into her chest while Helen soothed her…at her own funeral. 

“Jesus this is expensive.” Helen’s eyes go a bit wider when she sees the range of costs for mausoleums. 

“Who cares! We'll get a big statue of me right on top. No one will ever forget this beautiful face.” She flutters her lashes looking up at Helen who just rolls her eyes with a soft smile. 

“Whatever will the world do without you.” She hums out, scrolling a little further. “Are we doing the whole casket thing for you?” 

“Duh! I don't want a boring urn like some people.” The words have Helen shooting a glare her way. 

“Hey! My urn is beautiful.” 

“It's gold and black Helen, it looks like my grandmother's.” She sticks her tongue out with a grossed out look. 

Helen yanks her glasses off in annoyance, “I'm doing research for you, I can stop right now. You only wanted to plan the fun part of your death.” She says, thinking back to the absolute nonsense that was Madeline's fake death. 

“Don't act like you didn't have any fun with that! I saw your face when we blew that yacht up.” The two of them had sat side by side in the middle of the night on a little dinghy with enthralled matching grins as the yacht went up in flames. Madeline’s fake body going with it. It was a little romantic, the soft glow of boat flames in the back ground on the gentle sway of the ocean.

“That was pretty sick.” Helen had to admit. Rigging the boat to blow had been one of the most fun yet insane things she’d done in her life…and she’d scaled the wall of a mental insa–health spa. “But you have to pick a place soon, your funeral is going to be in a couple weeks.” 

“Stop worrying, I already have.” The words are said almost nervously but Helen doesn’t pick that up just yet.

“Then why the fuck am I still looking for you right now?” Her laptop is snapped shut with a little too much force. She'd been perusing cemetery websites for the last hour!

“Because…I didn’t know how to tell you.” Madeline puts her phone face down on the bed, not meeting Helen’s eyes. 

“Is this about the drone thing again? We CANNOT spread fake ashes with a drone over Broadway.” That’s one of Madeline’s tamer options. 

“No not that…killjoy.” Madeline grumbles under her breath. 

“Well, Hollywood Forever said no to having your own fountain installed.” She still can’t believe she had to call and ask about that.  

“One, fuck them. Two, it's not there either.” Still she won’t make eye contact. 

“Then where is it, Mad?” Helen sighs exasperated, not in the mood for a guessing game. It takes a few more moments of silence for Madeline to finally speak again. She picks her phone back up and Helen gasps at the cemetery on the screen.

“With you.” 

It's the same place Helen is buried. 

 

“What?” She can’t believe it.

“The spot next to you is still open. I thought a lot about it, and all the other, much cooler places my headstone could be but I don’t think I want that. I want to be next to you. If you’ll have me.” Her eyes are trained on the pattern of the sheets as she speaks. Did she think Helen would say no? That she wouldn’t like that? How on earth could she think that? They were spending eternity together already, not by choice but Helen thinks they might have found their way to one another eventually, potion or not. 

“Mad, I would love that. Are you sure though? You said the cemetery I picked was for and I quote, 'Boring nobodies’. ” 

“Did I say that?” Madeline winces, feeling a tiny bit guilty.

“Yes, yes you did.” 

“Then I guess I don’t care anymore. I want to be boring with you forever.” She finally looks up at her with that adoring look that always makes Helen’s brain stop working. 

“That’s a backhanded compliment.” Helen says with a sniffle, feeling her emotions get the best of her. God she was always such an easier crier. It doesn’t help that whenever she starts up Madeline can’t help but cry too.

“It's what we do best.” Tears well in Madeline's eyes, the two of them meet in the middle of their huge canopy bed, wrapping their arms around one another. Madeline pulls back slightly so she can look into those pretty green eyes, cupping Helen’s cheek.  

“I can be boring in death with you over there but here, Hel?” She kisses her gently. “I’m never bored.” 

Her words only have more tears spilling from Helen. Madeline has the terrible habit of making Helen want to strangle her most days and yet she still manages to say the most romantic heart stopping things Helen has ever heard. “Besides, I already have a memorial being built for me in my home town.”

“You’re paying for your own memorial to be built?” It shouldn’t be shocking, that’s such an on brand Madeline thing.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Are we going to have to fly there to keep that one pretty too?” She asks, cuddling into Madeline’s side. 

“Maybe once or twice a year.” She shrugs, resting her head on a shared pillow. 

“Oh great.” Helen sighs but she doesn’t really mean it. She’s up for anything as long as Madeline is with her. 

[useyourimagination2020]

SHARP “Pocket database” ad - FOCUS magazine, No.32(1985)

(via FOCUS No.31, 32(1985) | Tokyo Dragon Road)

[norriszn]

MAX'S TWITCH STREAM: MONACO QUALI | max's reaction to lanpole may 24th 2025

max: what are we doing? where are we? hello? (😭😭??) apparently we've improved. we're green. ethan: come on. max: do not fuck this. ethan: please. oh my god. lando, come on. come on, go, get to that line, bro. we're looking good. max & ethan: yes, come on ! max: yes. 9 ! .09 ! ethan: oh my god, 1.09, bro. come on. max: yes. MY GUY, q3, finally. ethan: oh, i got my 100 gifted. come on. max: nice. ethan: oh, let's go, ln ! max: nice, nice, nice. ethan: my g. max: that was close up there. what a session, bro. what a session. ethan: max, what did i say, bro? ln p1, this is where it all turns around, bro. this is where it all turns around, baby. come on. holy. max: oh, man. well, happy with that. ethan: adam, zak and mark, what a trio. let's go, bro. i'll be using the chat. max: breath there, bro, the adrenaline, the adrenaline. that's a good step in quali chat, you know. again, you've got to do the job tomorrow. you can be excited and enjoy it but the points are tomorrow. and hopefully the two stops, not too tricky. we can just kind of keep our nose clean and keep the lead throughout the race. so we'll see. he's got it. never doubted him. nice. p1 bosh.

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[killerqueenhetfield]

I love this photo so much

[maxxresz]

[elderwisp]

got side-tracked on another edit but i just wanted to show off Theo's silhouette,,, yes

[nabi-unveiled]

Having rewatched episode 3 of Futtara Doshaburi multiple times now, I can't help but think how the aesthetics reflect their personal outlook on their situation.

They are in parallel situations as evidenced by the camerawork and the narrative/dialogue itself.

However, Kazuaki feels somewhat hopeful still. He has thoughts like "I haven't asked her", "she may have something going on", etc. He generally has a more positive outlook. As such, he's presented in much more saturated tones with "warmer" elements like colorful blankets around him. It still feels like a home.

Sei feels more hopeless. He's resigned himself to his situation, but he's not remotely happy about it. And that coldness is reflected in his more sterile surroundings. Interestingly, they both frequently have a lot of light behind them in this sequence. Is it the light this pen-pal exchange is bringing to their lives?

Now, if I could only figure out the ramen shot. My lack of cooking prowess is showing. I have no idea what Kazuaki is doing here. He has the more colorful pot and warm colored chopsticks, but Sei has the ramen. That probably means something, right? 🤔

[c1trvswurld]

The appeal of forcemasc is so interesting because for me the whole thing comes from some 3rd party pushing you. Not being held accountable for the changes you do or do not take. Being encourage to indulge in stuffed down interest. Because through a lot of reflection recently I've been bouncing back in forth between "no I'm Trans actually no I'm just a gnc cis girl pretending and I'll regret it all later". And there's a funny ass peace to someone going out of their way and deciding "haha yeah no man, your a boy, a butch, a man. And I'll turn you into one" because the push to medically transition feels so funny and scary and exciting that it feels better to remain stagnant

[ro-bee]

I need to stop reading the comments under videos about the referendum because it's making me evil, is making me want to kill people

[maxxresz]

[lucyvaleheart]

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[helaenadream]

yknow it’s not even really an exaggeration to say the plot of bbc musketeers makes MORE sense if you assume all of the characters are in a polycule and this is just absurd relationship drama. that gets said about a lot of shows but it’s only true of a few (like my good friend bbc musketeers)

[grimfolks]

engaged 💍