Having just watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die and being on my Hatchetfield bullshit again, TGWDLM gets more tragic and darker if you think of it in a meta sense; all of Hatchetfield was already taken over, and the whole world was doomed, but the aliens are putting on a show of how it all came to be for us: How it started in Hatchetfield and ended with Paul. Which explains the opening number- the guy who didn't like musicals; past tense. Paul was infected and now he no longer dislikes musicals. They're chronicling the story of him and the people around him before it was all taken over. It's a performance upon the past events. We never saw anyone from Hatchfield "alive" and human. They were all aliens all along putting on a musical for us, the audience
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In Knives Out Blanc wanted to do the murder mystery investigation with Marta so bad, but she was certain she was guilty so she spent a good amount of the movie avoiding/hiding stuff from him
Meanwhile in Glass Onion Helen was fucking carrying the investigation, even while accidentally getting drunk, and even went to investigation lengths Blanc was hesitant to do
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What’s so interesting about star trek tos is that all this crazy batshit stuff happens but it’s never brought up again. BUT not only that, the characters still gradually change. Their relationships with each other grow. Stuff evolves. It’s not like, ‘well that happened, time to reset!’ It’s more like, ‘things happened that are never going to be mentioned ever again but we have still changed.’ And it’s fucking baffling
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I wanted to try some processes I watched on some artists' reels over at the Insta, and practice designing and coloring manmade/artifiical environments for future projects in particular.
Deep winter also always makes me moody and nostalgic, and I start looking back. I know this is just a consequence of time and technology, but I don't have any of my old Tron art files saved on my laptop. It's so strange considering how much of an impact Tron Legacy and the fandom has had on my life on and off-line. I listened to the ficmix I made for that old fic of mine the other day, and man, I felt so unwell and unhinged. That movie, that OST, that fandom, that fic, that ship, still has such a stranglehold on me years after the fact.
Anyway, if you haven't done so already, go give this beautifully made extended Daft Punk music video a watch.
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Wade: *fighting for his life*
Meanwhile knuckles:
“..it’s like holding a couple of grapes”
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
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Genuinely curious if the little Jedtavius upsurge Ive seen on here recently is because there is a pool of other sad Lokius shippers like me who went right over to Owen Wilson's other gay relationship for comfort after the finale
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Spirk is so adorable until you realize that the time that Kirk and Spock spent together is so disproportional from each other.
And I did the math to show y'all:
Assuming the Memory Alpha Wiki is correct; James T. Kirk was born in 2233 [in March apparently!] and S'chn T'gai Spock was born 3 years before in 2230 [in January, which is kinda cool].
Still assuming all wiki data is correct than they first meet in 2259, when Kirk is 26 and Spock is 29. Let's assume they assumed a friendly association with each other until Kirk took control of the Enterprise in 2265.
That means [and assuming the pair remained together until Kirk's death] the two of them shared a total of 34 years together. Kirk died at the age of 60, Spock died at the age of 161.
BUT! What's important is also the percentage of their life that had the other in it.
For Kirk it would be [if everything is correct and hypothetically K/S did start forming a friendship/relationship in 2259] approx. 57% of his life. THAT'S OVER HALF. No wonder he was so sad when Spock had died. By that point in his life he'd lived half his life with the Vulcan.
Spock, by scary contrast, spent a whopping 21% of his life with Kirk. Now, using the average human lifespan [69 years for men] that roughly equates to knowing someone for 14 years.
So basically: Kirk spent half his life with his T'hy'la whilst Spock didn't even spend the human equivalent of a decade and a half with his T'hy'la.
THAT IS SHAKESPEARIAN LEVELS OF TRAGIC.
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