#WHAT is that goofyass expression

[froward-bat]

Every time I watch this movie, I wonder what kind of fanfic it's turning into during this scene.

I do very much headcanon these characters getting together after they've bonded over their "The Thing on the Orient Express" adventure ... actually, I have way too many headcanons about this goofyass film, solely on the strength of Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee getting to constantly interact in a movie for once, maybe I'll write them up after work.

Horror Express: The Bunk Battle

I couldn’t help myself, this was such a good moment.

Lee’s character Dr. Saxton is looking for his room on the train

-and sees Cushing (Dr. Wells) in it with a young lady.

Without further ado, Saxton proceeds to dump his stuff on the top bunk. Wells insists he’s got the room to himself and shows him his ticket: “See? Number 8.”

Saxton reads it: “8a, lower bunk…” and pulls out his ticket: “8b, UPPER bunk.”

Wells tries to explain that the lady doesn’t have a ticket and they have to help her, but Saxton won’t have it. “Well what do you suggest WE do about it?”

Wells: “But-”

“Couldn’t you-”

“Couldn’t you double up with someone else?!”

Saxton ain’t budging.

As for the young lady:

“I’m sure we can get along VERY WELL together.”

 End scene XD

[brownladyblues-blog]

DISCLAIMER: I do not write...well.

Before you read this, you should know that I do not have a degree in English, Journalism, Philosophy, etc. Just a humble associate’s in merchandise marketing (working on the bachelor’s). My intentions for this site will be explained later. I would not say that I have lost myself, nor would I say that I am trying to discover myself again. 2011-2014 had me then. Not sure what it was that inclined me to decide to socially isolate myself again in 2015. That’s on me. I chose to stop dancing. I chose to socialize less again. I chose to work more in jobs that sustain savings more than it does my soul. Is that dramatic? Most likely, if you’re not the emotional type. But I wouldn’t hold that against you, because we are not the same, and that’s more than okay. Let me clarify something: I’M SENSITIVE AS FUCK. I’m Cancer AF. When I was younger, I would get bullied or criticized by both friends & family for being “so sensitive” and a “crybaby”. Well, I’ve been alive for twenty-something years and I say FUCK YEAH, I AM. I love being a Cancer because although my emotions and moods are triggered and switched very easily, I have learned to never deny what I feel to my own self. Instead, I have looked at how I am feeling so that I am hyperaware of what I choose to do with that emotion. Because of this, I seldom have the issue of bottling up my emotions and then having it all hit me simulataneously (because I am always so fucking emotional). Or being insensitive to others’ emotions. I think that one of my main strengths is my sense of empathy. Often we look at WHAT people do, rather than WHY they do it. I think it is important to even try to understand “the Why”. But I have seen myself have issues with not being able to develop my own concrete opinion and defending it through. That is one of the many things I am currently working on. One of my close friends said something unexpected, but hit me like the epiphany it was. She said, “You gotta get back into expressing yourself artistically. I know you miss it. I miss seeing it.” I did not even attempt to excuse myself because she was 100% right. This was something that I have known, and felt, more than anytime in my life for the past couple of years. I just did not expect that it would be noticed in the way she had. But I needed to hear that. To know that someone that I highly respect as an artist, an activist, and an empowered woman and human that empowers others with her own confidence and love, saw that about me. I’ve known it for awhile now. It’s not that I do not know what I love or what I want to do. I think it’s my insecurity of not being good enough. I’m gonna stop you there. Because I know what you’re thinking…”But you ARE good enough. You are (adjective, adjective)…etc.”. I will always be a second guesser of myself, I am just trying to lessen that amount more and more every day. Socially, I am a piece of shit. Or maybe I’m selective. I am, a selective piece of shit. I do not believe in the idea of cutting people off. Every January, we see a wave of people talking about doing so when it’s like, what made you so dominant as if you did not contribute? This goes for myself as well. Let me make sure you know that everything I am saying applies to myself just as much, if not more because #SELFAWARENESS. It comes down to the fact that I do not deem myself as healthy as I used to be. Physically, I am not the lightest I have been and my inconsistently rouge (?) eczema is a reflection of that. Additionally, I have neglected to visit my doctors as regularly as I should. The coolest thing about this is that I can truthfully say that I accept myself fully despite that this is probably the most uncomfortable I have been with my body. Mentally, I have let my social isolation dictate what I do or don’t and how I do things. These are things I have prioritized at the top of my list of things to work on. There are a handful of people I will always try to see regardless of how where I am mentally: Adrienne, Sally, Kristina, Monique, and of course Joshua (because I fuckin’  live with him and I’m sort of marrying him- sarcasm, don’t worry, calm down, we coo). They know this. But…I am blessed enough to have met a decent amount of people throughout my lifetime that I owe several coffee dates to. Not because I miss them for my own selfish reasons, but because I also want to give them the support and love that I took with me when I wasn’t present enough for them. I promise I’m almost done. Kudos if you’ve read this thus far. Throughout this entire I-don’t-even-know-what-the-hell-to-call-this period, I have honestly been an easily-irritated, skeptical, rudeass, ticking time bomb crybaby, and I seriously do not understand how my man has loved me more and more through it all. I have been on another level of difficult, but I know I have improved. And  somehow he still wants to understand me and hold my booty at the end of the night. He is not a place of security or sanctuary, but of entirety. He’s the dopest person I know because he not only is a loving, authentically fun, energetic sweetheart, but he has also become a hardworking, adventurous, intellectual goofyass. He has been my main supporter in me addressing and working on my mental health and I thank him for loving me at my best and even more at my worst. SO, “brownladyblues” will be my mode of creative thinking, self-reflection and knowledge, inspiration from others, style/aesthetic, and my concerns as a brown lady living in AMERICA IN 2017. This site is a place for me to get my groove back; a transparent perspective on my growth. Be patient with me, just as I am trying to be with myself.

[drunkfinalfantasy]

Can I just say that I /really/ appreciate these theories that you're throwing out here? Even if they aren't all accurate, they are very cool and interesting and I support every one of them until we get official canon answers on some of this stuff

Same with the confessions and reviews that remind me that this game’s story has many, many, many ridiculous cop outs and plot holes, despite how fun it is and how much I love it - I appreciate this and I appreciate you for providing it, bless you            

Of course, not a problem at all, friend! I’m a sucker for a good opportunity to ramble on, so I’m just happy anybody is listening at this point. I’ve always hated and disagreed with most canon endings in movies/shows/games, ever since I was a kid, so I’ve taken to just kinda always rejecting the reality of the ending and substituting my own. Part of what made me become a fanfic and headcanon writer was me wanting to find some way to express my frustration with shortcomings I see in stories and try to fix them as best I can. Dont even get me started on how much I want to write something to clean up FFXV’s messy story!!

Thanks so much for taking the time to say something so sweet! Especially since the confessional and reviews aren’t reaaaally within the spirit of what this goofyass blog is supposed to be. It’s really nice to see that people are just here for the drunky giggles, and don’t mind if I shift focus onto more serious/conversational topics from time to time. ❤  

[thesinglesjukebox]

SARAH JEFFERY - QUEEN OF MEAN

[3.36]

Who died and made you queen of mean?

Kayla Beardslee: I don't like your kingdom keys / They once belonged to me / You asked me for a place to sleep / Locked me out and threw a feast (what!?) / The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama / But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma / And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure / Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours! [3]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: The devil on Taylor Swift's shoulder -- the one who tells her to be petty and make cringe-y music -- brought to life with horrifying, cartoonish realness. [2]

Isabel Cole: Listening to this with no preparation, I thought, first, is this a villain song from a Disney Channel movie?, and then, but seriously, which: yeah. Which had me wondering if I should soften on it, since its purpose is not the purpose of actual music, but with the caveat that I'm two decades out of the target demo, I feel like it fails at its intended project, too. Jeffery has a pretty enough voice, and a few seconds in the chorus suggest that given decent material she'd be at least adequate to the task, so why lock her into a wildly unconvincing speak-singing (are we supposed to read this as rapping? Is this a Hamilton thing?) cadence in which she sounds neither angry enough to justify a heel turn nor, like, awesome enough to be fun? Most songs of this nature are not up to the goofy thrills of "Poor Unfortunate Souls," but this isn't even up to the rather moderate bar set by "Let It Go," despite the benefit of a singer who hasn't spent the past fifteen years blowing out her cords. [3]

Alex Clifton: So the context of this is that in a Disney Channel Original Movie Sleeping Beauty's daughter saw Belle & the Beast's son get engaged to the Evil Queen's daughter despite the fact that they're all 22 and babies and really should focus on growing up and learning who they are instead of trying to get married to end a successful musical franchise, and so she... raps about it... with her best Lin-Manuel Miranda impression. It's not as horrible as it sounds, but then again, it's not great. [4]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Talk-rapping for Hamilton fans. Stock music production with trap flourishes, all of which sounds embarrassed of its rap influence. Instrumentation that's mixed incredibly low to draw attention to weak vocals--Jeffery really can't sell a modicum of emotion, huh? There's better music made by amateur YouTube Kids content creators. [0]

Alfred Soto: This song offends me several ways. First, talk-singing this much didn't work for Lou Reed. Second, the chintzy approach to arranging and singing reduces the song's range to the bellyaching of a MAGA-ite. Finally, Jeffery's short range intermediate missile of a voice is deadly when listeners are in range. [1]

Kylo Nocom: Is there a better example of camp? Sarah Jeffery's melodramatic half-rapping half-fairy-tale-narration is comedy gold, and that bridge of rock-riffage-as-evil-turn makes me lose my damn mind. Too bad that the production here is the worst of fake trap; the Disney Channel folks got away with basic presets in High School Musical, but here the instrumental errs too close to something expected of Sofia Carson or Ashley Tisdale doing YouTube covers. Sarah Jeffery's choruses here are swooning basicity surrounded by moments of hilarity, which nearly ruins the effect - this is better off the less it sounds like an actual pop song. Luckily, those seconds of Jeffery just yelling near the end makes this whole thing work out, a punchline to one extended bizarre joke. My 3-year-old niece would probably think this is badass, but she's already somehow in love with Billie Eilish, so I don't expect her to make much out of this; Disney Channel evil is never really evil, so why take that when there's so much weirder shit? I can't take "Queen of Mean" seriously and I don't know how to, really. Guess that's the point, but it's kind of a boring one. [5]

Katherine St Asaph: A Disney-villain version of "Love the Way You Lie," though not a great idea, isn't any worse an idea than "Be Prepared" being a Disney-villain version of a fascist march song. But one wonders whether the source material -- evil-evil, not campy-evil -- imposed some hesitation on the performance, is part of why Jeffery's vocal only goes about 50% of the way there. (Maybe I've got the wrong source material. Maybe what they had in mind was Hamilton, or Jojo's "Leave (Get Out).") There's another problem: All the energy in "Love the Way You Lie" is in Rihanna's belting and Eminem's roaring, not the instrumental, so adding a key change to that instrumental is pretty queen-of-meaningless. [4]

Ian Mathers: I'm glad that musicals exist for people who like them (genuinely!) and certainly if I had kids and they were into this it'd be less objectionable than some other stuff they might be playing constantly within earshot, but mostly it just makes me feel like Tommy Lee Jones trying to film a frickin' Batman movie: I cannot sanction this buffoonery. (And that's also fine! It's not for me, etc.) [4]

Katie Gill: If you try to judge a Descendants song like you would judge an actual song that you'd hear on the radio or would get a "Song of the Year" Grammy nom, then you're missing the point of a Descendants song. You've got to judge this song on the same metric as you would "We're All in This Together" or "How Far I'll Go" this song is made for children, ages 6-12ish with the express purpose of entertaining said children and while also being simple enough that the small children can sing along to it with a hairbrush microphone in their bedroom. And when you view "Queen of Mean" in the lens of that category, it succeeds! Granted, it's not one of the stand-out songs of the franchise and that rap is downright silly. But Sarah Jeffery does an amazing job on the chorus, there are some solid lyrics, those final few measure are top notch, and the entire Descendants franchise could be subtitled "goofyass rap numbers" so honestly, I can't fault it too much. [7]

Will Adams: Despite not knowing anything about Disney's villain alternate universe fanfic The Descendants, this is an adequate heel turn. It's "Let It Go" by way of "Look What You Made Me Do," perhaps. But the genre constrains it; I understand in a musical theater setting, it's important to push the vocals to the front of the mix to catch all the plot happenings, but it sacrifices dynamics in the process. For a queen of mean, the song never grows to anything justifying its title. [4]

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