#thx for ze ask

[zwowow]

#7 please!

7.  “That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard!”

"Let's make it Instagram official!" Kells laughs as holds his phone above them in bed and lines up the shot. Em snaps his head up and off of his chest and looks back at him, horrified. He wasn't serious, would never post anything Em didn't want out there, but the way he looked at him just then broke his fucking heart.

"You know I'm playin', right?" He says cautiously, the fun snuffed out of him. He doesn't even know why he keeps doing this. He just gets hurt every time. If he makes a joke about them coming out, Em shuts it down. If he tries to get his boyfriend to take it seriously, Em still shuts him down. 

At what point is he going to stop wondering when Em will be ready to at least talk about it, and just force him to listen and consider it? Or the alternative, at what point is he going to realize Em will simply never be ready to have the conversation because he won't ever be ready to come out? Kells refuses to even think it's the second one.

"You play too much." Em grumbles, but lays his head back down on Kells' chest. Despite being annoyed at him, Kells wraps an arm around Em and pulls him close.

"I'd stop playing if you'd just fucking talk about it." Em stiffens beneath his arm.

"Talk about what?" Kells scoffs at Em's feigned ignorance. He always does it. Kells could probably guess Em's next words in this repeated conversation.

"If you'd just talk about coming out. We've been together a while, at some point I'd like to be able to go out with you with more than one other person there." I want that too.

"You know I want that too." It's like there are cue cards over each of their heads, Kells sighs and plays his role.

"Then why haven't we done it? Why haven't we at least, I don't know, talked about it?" We can't right now.

"We can't right now." The short conversation is so cyclical, Kells knows they're reaching the end of it. But he doesn't want to let it go tonight. He needs to talk to Em at the very least so that he can set real expectations instead of living on a rollercoaster of hope and disappointment.

"Then when?" He tightens his arm around Em's stiff body to remind. He pleads with his body and voice. Still, he knows what comes next, the inevitable last word.

"I don't know, Kells." Em sounds so sad that Kells wants to back off like he always does. He wants Em to relax into him and fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. Unfortunately, he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight unless he actually gets Em to talk about this. Tonight, he’s changing up the script. 

“Just give me a time. We’ll talk on Monday, we’ll come out two months from now, whatever the fuck you want. Em please, I need something.”

“Why are you pushing this?” Em breaks free of his grasp and sits up. There is a hard edge in his voice, a warning not to keep pushing. Kells can’t help it, that’s what he’s always done with Em, push him a little too far. 

“Why are you trying so hard to avoid it? What’s the worst that comes from letting people know about us?” 

“It could ruin our fucking lives, our careers. How do you not understand that? Do you really not fucking get how much our careers will change if this comes out?”

"That is just the dumbest excuse I've ever heard." Kells let out a wry laugh and shakes his head. Em's career? His millions of die hard fans that have religiously bought every album for twenty years, that ride his dick harder than Kells ever could? His career riddled with homophobic language that if they did come out would just serve as evidence of internalized hatred and make him a sympathetic victim of fucking ‘society’? His albums that go to number one regardless of quality or promo because of course they do, it’s a fucking Eminem album? His career? That's bullshit.

“You could run over a dog or some sick shit and you’d still go platinum. Do you really think you’re suddenly gonna flop when people find out you suck dick?” 

“It’s not about sales. I don’t want to be a fucking novelty again. You came up later, but when I was starting I couldn’t escape just being a white rapper. No matter how good my shit was, how hard my bars were, it was always good for a white boy. My songs were white, my albums were white, that’s all I fucking was: white. You know that the minute people know about this it’s going to happen again. Fuckin’ ‘best gay rapper’ headlines and Glaad awards for fuckin’ gay pride. I don’t want that shit.” 

Colson knows how that feels. Yeah, he’d come up after Em kind of changed the game for white rappers, but he’d been through the same shit, the othering. The difference between him and Em though, is that, in his opinion, coming out would be worth it. 

“Don’t you think you could get over that, to be honest with everybody?” Kells doesn’t understand Em. He doesn’t understand why it’s even a question. 

“Why the fuck would I want to be honest with people? It’s nobody’s business who I’m fucking.” He’s has known the entire time they’ve been together that Em likes to keep people out. But he’d thought Em would eventually come around to the idea that, if nothing else, Kells was important enough to let go of a bit of that privacy. 

Now he knows the full truth. Em doesn’t want to answer questions about them being together, he won’t want to talk about being queer, and he refuses to be tokenized as a ‘gay rapper’. But if they come out, those things would be inevitable. 

Kells looks at Em, at the hard lines of his face, and realizes something he’s been avoiding for months. 

“Will anything ever make it worth it to come out to you?” 

Em’s silence is enough of an answer. Kells supposes, his avoidance and his insistence that he didn’t want to talk about it were also answers he chose to ignore. 

Em may be content to stay in the closet, to stay hidden and isolated, an island of two, but Kells isn’t. He doesn’t think he ever will be, just like Em doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to come out. 

“If you really don’t think so, I don’t think I can stay.” 

Kells swallows. Em stares at him. Kells stares back. Em swallows. 

“You should probably go, then.”

[your-pronouns-are-cool]

Can I have a pronoun check for Ky, he/ze/they demigender transmasc? Thx

Hi Ky, here you go.

I got an ask from Ky today! I really like their name. Ze is demigender, and he is also transmasc. I hope they find his check easily enough! Ky is on anon, after all. I hope Ky has an amazing day, ze's nice to themself, and ze sees something that makes him smile.

[fishtomale]

hi! genuine question that you obviously can choose to answer. if you’re nonbinary and identify as a lesbian, why is it important to you that ppl refer to you as he and using words that are often used for guys? thx for answering and have a nice day!

Hey, this seems like a question asked with genuine curiosity and good will so I’m going to try to verbalize it to the best of my ability for you! Keep in mind that while I’m more qualified than anyone else to talk about my own experiences, I am doing the best I can with limited language about this topic and at the end of the day sometimes I’m still confused about my own identity, and that’s okay. If there are other lesbians or bi wlw (especially if you are a trans woman/ transfeminine) who have a similarly complicated relationships to gender I invite you to give your own perspectives on this question in the notes. 

So just to begin, there is quite a history of lesbians, or those who have spent time aligned with that community, playing with gender or identifying to some extent as non-women. To quote Deb Edel, one of the founders of the Lesbian Herstory Archives, “Some of us who were butch-identified didn’t necessarily identify as women, we identified as lesbian but we didn’t identify as women.” 

Leslie Feinberg, LGBT and workers liberation advocate, hirself identified publicly both as a butch lesbian as well as transgender (in the sense the might be considered transmasculine today), and wrote an entire book, “Stone Butch Blues”, about a character who is pulled between the desire to transition and the desire to remain within lesbian communities. To quote Feinberg regarding hir pronoun usage, 

“For me, pronouns are always placed within context. I am female-bodied, I am a butch lesbian, a transgender lesbian—referring to me as "she/her" is appropriate, particularly in a non-trans setting in which referring to me as "he" would appear to resolve the social contradiction between my birth sex and gender expression and render my transgender expression invisible. I like the gender neutral pronoun "ze/hir" because it makes it impossible to hold on to gender/sex/sexuality assumptions about a person you're about to meet or you've just met. And in an all trans setting, referring to me as "he/him" honors my gender expression in the same way that referring to my sister drag queens as "she/her" does.”

Now to some degree it is not lesbians as individuals, but rather society that urges to separate the lesbian experience from that of womanhood. Gladys Bentley, a drag king musician, was pressured by her doctor to take estrogen and when she did she released an article by the title, “I’m a woman again.”, implying that her performance of masculinity distanced her from genuine womanhood, but these are the narratives that are thrust upon us which is why man non-women may still identify with the term lesbian or otherwise terms intended for “strange women”. This experience can be seen as regressive by some, the protagonist of “Well of Loneliness” is one that certainly walks a line between transgender man and lesbian, which many attribute to antiquated ideas of what it means to be a lesbian, that lesbians are in a sense spiritually or mentally men, something which can be observed in Riyoko Ikeda’s works as well, but it is worth noting the real life lesbians can express this to some extent and aren’t broken or tragic for that fact. Lesbians are not men, we are lesbians, but we are only sometimes women.

Personally, outside a historical context, I guess that I would say I look at all gender indicators as most people look at clothes. Clothes are certainly made with certain genders in mind, but if a woman wants to wear a suit and a man a skirt, they should be able to do what makes them comfortable without feeling their gender is threatened by this. I am nonbinary with tethers to womanhood through lesbianism, experiences of misogyny, and woman’s history, and what suits me and makes me feel comfortable varies. If my dysphoria can handle it a variety of gendered clothing can suit me. I still use my birth name, Aislinn, because Americans perceive it as androgynous, but I outgrew the middle name Eve opting instead for Asher because that’s just who I am. The fact that he / him and they / them pronouns suit me is in some part due to dysphoria, but it’s also not that different than just the awareness that I feel like myself when I wear a vest and scarf, some of us are just drawn to certain things regardless of, or even because, they transgress gendered expectations. 

I hope that helps and I invite others to elaborate on their own experiences. 

[zanybohbot]

The Outsiders: Squit's Sh*ttiest Birthday Ever!

The Outsiders: Squit's Sh*ttiest Birthday Ever! (Episode 6)

Published: 11-04-19 - Updated: 11-08-19

It's Squit's 29th birthday and he is planning a dinner party but it clashes with a more popular bash so that his only guests are Pinky, Brain, Wakko, Pesto and Brain's exchange neighbour Patrice. This is the 6th fanfic episode of The Outsiders. Thx. Rated R for Strong Language/Mature Themes/Sexual Language.

Part 1: About Squit's Girlfriend

(The main 5 are at Squit's house with Patrice, a 22 year-old French exchange neighbour. Squit is using his computer.)

Brain: [about the French exchange neighbour] I dunno, he seems a bit weird. He asked me if I've tried the "Sleeping Beauty?"

Wakko: Oh, it's so awesome.

Brain: What, you know it?

Wakko: Yeah, you sit on your arm 'til your hand goes dead. 10-15 minutes is normally enough. And then when you jerk off, it feels like someone else is doing it.

Brain: How do you know these things?

Pinky: Oh, everyone knows the Sleeping Beauty; that's so 1984.

Brain: Is it?

Pinky: Fuck yeah, my cousin's brother invented it. He and his bros used to be called The Dead Hand Gang.

Squit: They had a gang based on masturbation? Oh there's nothing gay about that.

Pinky: Yeah, well he's in the Air Force now, so how gay's that?

Squit: Still quite gay. (Charlotte's online on Skype) Oh, shit, Charlotte's online.

Wakko: You asked her along yet?

Squit: No. I don't know if I should.

Brain: Go on, it'll be great.

Squit: Really, do you think so?

Brain: Yeah, it's cool, just say, "Hi".

Squit: (finished typing) Done it. Oh, wow, she's come straight back. She says, "Hi, whassup". Smiley face.

Pinky: Now, ask her the fuck out!

Squit: No, can't just jump in, not the way things have been with us.

Brain: At least have to charm her a bit first.

Squit: (finished typing) I've written "Just hanging out with Brain and his French exchange". Okay, another smiley face. Can't bring myself to send a smiley back, but I could write "lol" if I absolutely had to.

Pinky: Do that. That'll be dope as hell!

Squit: "LOL! Anyway, it's my birthday. Come for dinner, please?" (silence) That pause isn't good.

Pesto: Calm down, it's only been a second, dummy!

(Another short silence)

(Charlotte's offline)

Squit: (annoyed) Oh, for Christ's sake! She's gone offline rather than answer whether or not she'll come to my birthday?!

Wakko: Maybe the connection dropped?

Squit: Nope, it was back and forward, back and forward. Then a question about dinner and she's gone.

Pinky: Look, she didn't say, "No" did she?

Squit: No. But she did hang up.

Brain: C'mon. I'm sure she'll be there.

Squit: Well, not sure, but y'know.

Anya: (came downstairs) Oh, hello, Brain.

Brain: Hey, An.

Patrice: Bonjour.

Anya: (giggled) Oh, my goodness, you're French.

Brain: This is Patrice, he's my sort of French exchange neighbour. Patrice, this is Squit's sis.

Anya: Hello. Well, I'm just gonna play tennis. Ha, don't know why I mentioned that. Bye.

Brain: See ya.

Squit: Thanks, bye!

Wakko: See ya lata.

Pinky: Peace.

Anya: Au revoir, Patrice.

Patrice: Au revoir. (She leaves the house.) Your sister is very ze sexy.

Squit: Uhhh...what?

Patrice: She has ze sex. (walks away awkwardly)

Pinky: Well, damn! He's a strange one. Fuck me, right?

Wakko: But he's French, they're sometimes weird?

Squit: Oh, god, please don't be racist.

Wakko: How's that racist, I'm just saying that he barely says anything and when he does speak it's always about sex. Just like all French people.

(Squit N/R: The next day was my birthday. Whilst I was making my final preparations, including putting on shit music girls would like, Patrice had been busy too.)

Patrice: I just had a really nice, er tug, thinking about your mother. I think some went on the floor. Sorry. (Shows Squit the liquid on his red sofa.)

Squit: (sarcastically/disgusted) Great, thanks, Patrice. (The door rang) I'll get it. It could be Charlotte. (He opens to see Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko instead of Charlotte)

Pinky: Yo, bender. (Drinking Red Bull)

Squit: (looking unimpressed) Oh.

(Squit N/R: Happy birthday to me. It was 8.30pm on my 29th birthday in July 19th 2006, and my party was in full swing.)

Brain: Where's your plus one anyways, Pinky?

Pinky: Not coming. She got a modelling job, had to fly to Paris. Barmaid by day, supermodel by night.

Squit: (sarcastically) Sounds likely.

Pinky: Where's Little Miss Stuck-up Cock-tease?

Brain: Do you mean Billie?

Pinky: Uhhh...yeah. Duh.

Brain: I don't think Billie will make it.

Pesto: Why not?

Wakko: Is something up?

Brain: No, it's nothing like that. I just sort of didn't invite her in the end.

Pinky: Wow. You really are a pussy, why am I not surprised?!

Brain: Hey, at least I tried!

Squit: (slightly annoyed) So lemme get this straight, there are gonna be no women here then? None at all? I don't know why I bother.

Pinky: Well, I wouldn't say there will be no women.

Pesto: Yeah, not no women!

Squit: (confused) Wait. So there are some women coming?

Wakko: Maybe, maybe not.

(Pinky, Wakko and Pesto are smirking as their mischievous.)

Squit: (still not looking unimpressed) Look, it's very clear from your smirking faces and tone of voice that actually there are some women coming.

Pinky: We got you a special birthday treat.

Squit: Did you?

Wakko: (takes a deep breath) STRIPPER!

Squit: What?!

Wakko: Yup. (laughs)

Squit: Have you really bought a stripper?!

Pinky: Relax, she was only $5 million!

Squit: How have you paid for that?!

Wakko: We haven't yet, we'll just have a whip round when she gets here.

Brain: A whip round?! We don't have $1 million each!

Pinky: Nah, it's...oh...shit, you are absolutely right about dat, my paycheck doesn't come out till tomorrow at noon. Sorry, bruh.

Squit: (sarcastically) Great, so until a $5 million angry lap dancer turns up, we are without female company. Gee, thank you very much for my 29th birthday, I really appreciate it a lot.

Pinky: Okay fine, if ya gonna be savage about it, I will pick some girls up from outside.

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, please! Pick me up some random girls from the street for me.

Brain: Or, we can go to Buster's party, it's happening right now.

Wakko: Yeah.

Pesto: As a matter of fact, why aren't we there in the first place? It will be much better than this shit joint.

Squit: (sarcastically) Why thank you very much for that remark right there. (grabs a bottle of wine) More wine!?

Pinky: Ohhh...I bet it reeks of ass in there.

Squit: Ohhh...and I bet it's not.

Pinky: Yes, it is.

Squit: No, it's not!

Pinky: Is!

Squit: Not!

Pinky: Is!

Squit: (getting angry) Not!

Pinky: Well, I don't see why NOT! (furious)

Wakko: Guys, please. Calm down.

Squit: Look, I put a lot of effort into this! I made a really nice coq au vin...

Pinky: Cock of WAT?! (laughs)

Pesto: Bruh...your fuckin' high.

Brain: You don't help yourself, do you?

Squit: Oh yeah, I see, 'coq' au vin, very mature! It actually means chicken in wine, doesn't it, Patrice?

Patrice: Quoi?

Squit: Well, it does, and it doesn't mean cock up my ass, or cock on my head, or...

Pesto: ...you got some cock in the back of a van.

Squit: Or that I got some cock in the back of a van! Look, all I wanted was a nice, civilised and sophisticated birthday party. Like we did back in 1993, when we first began out acting career back at Warner Bros. Just something a little different from the usual parties - maybe even the sort of party that girls are impressed by! OK, so there aren't any girls here, but why don't we at least attempt to have a sophisticated conversation? We are in the 20s and were not teenagers anymore. I know it's a tall order, and I'm not expecting sparkling, but let's give it a go, eh, fellas, since it is my FUCKING BIRTHDAY!

[everyone sits in chastened silence for a while. Then...]

Wakko: How much Lego can you stuff up your ass?

Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake!

Wakko: No not now, like when you were younger, how much did you get up there?

Pinky: Your fuckin' high.

Brain: Why were sticking Lego up your rear end?

Wakko: Not much, just rectangular ones. Unless, you wanna come to my house and prove it.

Squit: (stands up) FINE! Fine! Let's go to Buster Bunny's house!

Pesto: FUCK YEAH!

Brain: (whispers to Squit) Are you sure?

Squit: Oh, please. It's the last thing I wanted to do. She's not coming, is she? And a skillful raconteur like Wakko is wasted on just us.

Pinky: Nice one. Now I get a proper three-course meal, hoe, puh and a V!

(They all leave Squit's house.)

Part 2: A Long Journey

(Squit N/R: So we headed into the night, and found Pinky's three courses sitting on a fence.)

Pinky: 'Allo, 'allo. (Points at 3 girls drinking wine on the street) Here they are.

Wakko: Nice.

Brain: I dunno. They look a bit rough. Are they drinking in the street?

Pinky: Dirty. I love it!

Squit: Not quite the sophisticates I had in mind, but at least they're female.

Pesto: I think you should go over, Pinky.

Pinky: Nah, B should.

Brain: What? Why me?

Pinky: Alphabetical. You got that bent look girls go for anyway.

Brain: Fine, if you're gonna be a douche, you go!

Pinky: Sorry for being "a douche"! Look, are ya gonna go or not!?

Pesto: Just go, B, it's freezing out here.

Squit: Come on, Brain. For me? For my birthday? Remember?!

Brain: (sigh) God, fine. (He comes up to the girls) Hi, there.

Girl 1: What ya fuckin' say!?

Brain: Uhhh...hello.

Girl 1: And what?

Brain: Uhhh...I wanted to ask you to a party?

Girl 1: I'm 13.

Brain: (in shock) Oh, sorry. I didn't know.

Girl 2: And I'm 11, you scum.

Brain: Yep, there's been a mistake, so...

Girl 1: Like looking at little girls, do ya?

Girl 2: Like getting 'em to parties where you can touch 'em, do ya?

Brain: No, God, no. Look, I'm going now.

Girl 3: Pedo!

Girl 1: You fuckin' pedo!

Girl 2: Yeah, run, you pedo.

(Patrice strokes his dick right in front of them.)

Brain: What the fuck, Patrice?!

Girl 1: Ewww! I'm gonna get my fuckin' brother on you!

Girl 3: Motherfucka!

(The others run away.)

Girl 1: That's it, run away, pedo boy!

Girl 2: Keep going, pedo! Keep walking, you fuckin' pedo!

Pinky: (sarcastically) Nice one, Brain.

Brain: Me?! It was fucking Patrice who pissed them off in the first place!

Pinky: You tried to scum them up, scumbag!

Brain: (grabs Pinky's snout with anger) I'm not in the mood for this, just warning you!

Pinky: "Ooh, watch out, Uncle Brain might give me a special bop with his stupid pencil!" Look, you're being awkward as fuck! Girls don't love dat shit!

Brain: (let's go of Pinky) Whatever!

Squit: (reads his text) Oh, fuck.

Pesto: What's for pudding, Squit?

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, I dunno. Just a middle-aged woman demanding $5 million!

(The message from a stripper that says "WHERE'S MY FUCKING MONEY AND WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!")

Wakko: Oh, shit.

Pinky: What are we gonna do?

Brain: I think we should go.

Squit: (sigh) Yes, fine, I give up. Let's try to get in to Buster Bunny's.

Brain: What about your dinner party?

Squit: Forget it. You can lead a horse to water but can't stop it sticking Lego up its ass.

(Patrice started pissing in the street for no reason.)

Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake, Patrice, don't do that!

Wakko: God, Brain, he's a nightmare! We can't have him scare all the hoes away at the party, let's ditch him.

Brain: I'm looking after him, I can't leave him stranded in a strange country.

Pinky: Well he comes from a strange country!

Squit: Brain, for once, Pinky and Wakko are right. Patrice is weird and boring. Do you really think girls will be impressed when we turn up with that?

(Patrice is still pissing.)

Brain: Okay. Probably not.

Squit: Let's just leg it while his back is turned. It's now or never, B.

Brain: OK, fuck it!

(The others run away from Patrice.)

(Squit N/R: So we ran away. Yep, ran away. Something I hadn't done since John Cook discovered wedgies in 8th grade.)

Wakko: Crap! I've got a stitch wedgie. I need to itch!

Squit: That should be enough.

(Patrice was running from behind.)

Pinky: Fuck! He's behind us!

Wakko: No way!

Squit: Run! He's chasing us!

(Patrice is now next to them still running.)

Wakko: Holy fuck, he doesn't give up easily!

Squit: What does he think is happening?!

Pesto: I think he's caught us up.

Brain: (sarcastically) Yeah, good spot, Pesto.

Patrice: Brain, why we run?

Brain: Uhhh...I don't fuckin' know actually!

Patrice: You don't know?

Brain: Yeah.

Patrice: So we stop?

Brain: Yep, probably. Good idea.

(They stopped running.)

Brain: (sigh) Let's just go to the party.

(They are walking down the street to Buster's house.)

(Squit N/R: So after trying and failing to outrun a boy in Cuban heels, we headed for Buster Bunny's party, which we definitely wouldn't get into.)

Pesto: Who's gonna ask if we can come in, Squit?

Squit: I dunno, why are you asking me?!

Pinky: Outta the way you Kwik Shit Shitters, I'll do it myself!

(BUZZER DOOR OPENS)

Bull Gator: What?

Squit: Hello, Bull Gator. I'm Squit.

Bull Gator: Sorry. You can't come in, there's too many already.

Squit: Look, we'll be no trouble, I promise. I mean, look at us.

Bull Gator: Fine. One of you can come in.

Squit: One, five, there's hardly any difference, perhaps we could negotiate...

Bull Gator: No. (points at Patrice) Him. He can come in. (He lets him in)

Squit: Oh, right, well the thing is, Brain will have to come in, too, he's supposed to be looking after…

(Shuts the door.)

Squit: (sarcastically) Great. So we can add Patrice to the growing list of people more popular than us.

Pesto: DAT'S IT! (As he attacks Squit)

Pinky: (looking through the window) Fucking John's in there! And he's with a girl! He's got his hand on her tit!

Wakko: This is too tragic.

Brain: Holy shit.

Pinky: And Charlotte Big Jugs is in there.

Pesto: (as he finishes beating up Squit, leaving him with a black eye and bruises) Nice! (laughs)

Squit: (pushes Pesto away) Oh, c'mon!

Pinky: Time for Plan B.

Squit: (sarcastically) Oh, right, there's a Plan B, is there?! Plan A was so brilliantly devised I wouldn't have thought we'd need a Plan B! What is it?! Climb over a fuckin' fence?!

(The scene cuts to the Buster Bunny's fence near his backyard.)

Squit: I can't believe we're actually doing this!

Pinky: Don't shit yourself. It's only a fence, it won't bite.

Squit: Yes, Pinky, except I'm not worried about it biting, I'm worried about breaking my neck.

Pinky: Come on, it'll be sick, climbing and shit.

Squit: Will it tho? There must be another way.

Pinky: (looks at the backyard) Ah, it's full of puh. Give us a push, Wak.

(They all climb up the fence and jump into the backyard, except for Squit.)

Squit: Guys, c'mon, get a grip! I'm just not made for climbing, y'know? Maybe one of these panels is loose. (he saw a small gap in the fence) There's a gap here! (he gets into the backyard through the gap but struggles.)

Pinky: Jesus, did you even bother to lose weight at all? Just look ya, maybe that's why you're struggling!

Pesto: Come on, Squit. Just hurry up!

Squit: Huh? (He gets dog shit on his sleeve of his white suit) Oh, for Christ's sake!

Wakko: Why's he always gotta be different?

Pinky: Just hurry the fuck up, tubby, everyone's looking!

(Everyone was looking at them as Bull Gator came along.)

Bull Gator: The hell's going on?

Squit: Oh, hi, Bull. (he got out) As I was saying, it's quite important we look after Patrice.

Bull Gator: And you stepped on dog shit?

Squit: Yes, I have. But ask yourself why? That you've excluded us from this party because of some vague rules about popularity is ridiculous. Although it looks like we climbed a fence and crawled through dog shit, what we've done is challenged your social apartheid.

Bull Gator: You weren't invited 'coz you're not on the list.

Squit: That makes sense too, I suppose.

Buster: (he came to the backyard) The hell's going on? (saw Squit, Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko) Guys! Long time so see!

Pinky: Nice to meet ya, bruh!

Buster: Welcome to my party, make yourselves at home! (looks at Bull Gator, angrily) Dude, why didn't you tell me about this?! (leaves)

Bull Gator: I dunno, they weren't on the list! (looks back at the others) God, if you're that desperate then just ask. But take that suit off before you go inside. (leaves)

Squit: Sweet, nice one!

Brain: He's right about the suit tho, it stinks.

Wakko: Oh, bruh, that is rank. It's all up your sleeve, look.

(Squit takes off his suit which it leads to the others laughing at his black vest he was wearing underneath.)

Wakko: Oh, Christ! (laughs)

Pinky: What the fuck is that?! (laughs)

(Pesto laughs hysterically)

Brain: Oh, my God. (holds in the laugher)

Squit: (annoyed) It was a present from my mom, okay!

Brain: And you've worn it?

Pinky: She been getting gift ideas from Pesto's old man?

Pesto: My dad's not bent!

Wakko: Honestly, that's not a good look.

Squit: Well, we've just gatecrashed a party that Big John was invited to, so none of us are winning the cool prize.

Wakko: But you are losing by a mile.

Squit: Hmph. Not for long. I'm gonna find Charlotte.

Pesto: Upstairs getting fucked, most likely.

Squit: Pesto, I've told you she's not like that! (pause) I'll check upstairs first.

(They went inside the house.)

(Squit N/R: The best thing about your birthday is everyone has to do exactly what you want.)

The Final Part: Worst Birthday Ever!

(Squit N/R: With this in mind, I went to find Charlotte.)

Plucky: (mocking Squit) Nice shirt! (laughs)

Max: (mocking Squit) Yeah, good look, briefcase.

Skippy: (mocking Squit) Someone's stolen your sleeves, boy!

Squit: (embarrassed) Yep, nice one.

Little Beeper: (mocking Squit) Where's the rest of N'Sync?

Squit: Retro, but a good one.

(Meanwhile, Pinky and Brain fight about who's using the bathroom first.)

Pinky: C'mon! Let me go first, you know I'm desperate.

Brain: Ha-ha! Unlucky. (shuts the door)

Pinky: Don't be an ass! Seriously, c'mon, bro, I'm bursting!

(Billie came along.)

Billie: Oh, hi, Pinky, are you waiting?

Pinky: Yeah! I might piss my pants any minute now.

Billie: Oh.

Pinky: Won't be too long tho!

Billie: Oh, right. I didn't know you were friends with Buster.

Pinky: Oh, no! We climbed over a fence.

(Billie looking confused)

Brain: (comes out of the bathroom as Pinky went in) Billie, hi.

Billie: Hi, Brain, how are you?

Brain: Good, you?

Billie: Yeah, pretty awesome.

Pinky: (comes out of the bathroom) Jesus Christ, Brain, what the fuck have you done in there?!

Brain: (confused) Uhhh...

Pinky: Have you been eating cat food again?! Oh, God, you've left skid marks down the bowl too! Nasty-ass!

Brain: (embarrassed) Uhhh...Billie, I didn't. I only went in for a piss.

Pinky: Oh, God, I can taste it.

Brain: (angrily) PINKY!

Billie: (disgusted) Okay, I might go upstairs now. (goes upstairs)

Brain: No, don't. I was only peeing. It was only a pee! I promise I didn't leave skid marks! (looks at Pinky, angrily) You fuckin' asshat! Why did you do that?!

Pinky: Your welcome. (Slams the door)

(Squit N/R: OK, so things weren't going exactly to plan. But if I could just find Charlotte, I was confident it would still be a birthday to remember.)

Squit: (he opens the door to see Charlotte in the bedroom) Oh, hi, Charlotte, there you are.

Charlotte: (shocked) Squit!

(Squit N/R: And I was right.)

Squit: (concerned, seeing Charlotte having sex with somebody) Uhhh...the hell's going on?!

Charlotte: Uhhh...please go away!

Squit: Time out, fella! You're not alone now. (he looks under the covers to see who it is, he noticed that it was Patrice) Oh, Patrice Salut.

Patrice: Salut.

Squit: (shocked) Wait. Are you two...?

Charlotte: (slightly annoyed) Seriously, what are you doing?

Squit: I thought we could do it together, y'know.

Charlotte: Squit, I don't know why you're doing this. And what are you wearing?

Squit: I've got a bottle of champagne at home, and I remembered when we first met we had champagne, as it's my birthday I thought maybe...I'm sorry, is he touching you right now?! (saw Patrice touching Charlotte)

Charlotte: Look, maybe we'll have a drink later.

Squit: (slightly upset) Yeah, later, of course. (he was about to leave)

Charlotte: Oh, Squit? Could you turn the light off?

Patrice: No, leave on.

Charlotte: OK. See ya, Squit.

Squit: See ya. (shuts the door)

(Squit N/R: Great. And I'd rather hoped the singlet was the worst birthday surprise. Meanwhile, my friends were making the most of finally gettin' into a cool party, by standing in a corridor, not talking to anyone, doing jack-shit.)

(Squit goes downstairs to see the others.)

Brain: Did you find Charlotte?

Squit: (upset) Um, yeah. Yeah, I did. Upstairs being fucked by Patrice!

Pesto: HA! Knew it.

Wakko: Ooh, unlucky!

Squit: Can you make him stop, please, Brain? As a birthday present?

Brain: Sorry, but no means no. That's just too weird.

Squit: Yeah, you're probably right. Let's just go home.

(Squit bumps into Newt.)

Squit: Oh, hi, Newt, I'm just going but if you were looking for Charlotte, I think she's upstairs.

Newt: (angrily) Fuck off, you prick!

Squit: (nervous) Thanks. Have a fun night!

(They all leave the party and walked down the street at night.)

(Squit N/R: So, ironically, it was Newt who gave me the best gift this year, a savagely beaten French perverted sicko.)

Brain: Holy shit! What if Newt kills him?

Squit: (annoyed) Good!

Brain: His parents will go satan on Newt's ass tho if Patrice is injured!

Pesto: (laughs evilly) Nice!

Pinky: Well, fuck 'em anyway, you'll never see him again, so what!

Brain: I meant to drop him off back at Paris and I...

Squit: (getting angry) I'm sorry, do you wanna go to France?

Brain: What? No!

Squit: Well then shut the fuck up! What about me, huh?! It's my birthday and I saw Patrice trying to mount Charlotte! The fucking baguette-eating dickhead frog!

Brain: Jesus Christ, dude. That's a bit racist.

Squit: Well he made me racist! He was racist back when he said he hates Irish-Americans, I mean c'mon, what did we do to you!?

Wakko: Did you get to see her boobies tho?

Squit: No, Wakko!

Wakko: (in disbelief) Ahhh...y'suck. Why am I not surprised?

Squit: Oh God, what if my birthdays just get worse and worse from now on?! What'll happen next year?!

Pinky: You get AIDS and die at the age of 30?

Squit: I'd have to have sex for that to happen.

Wakko: Or fuck a monkey?

Squit: Technically, that still counts as sex.

Brain: Or drink from the same cup as Pesto's dad.

Pesto: Fuck you, my dad does not have AIDS!

Pinky: Son, your dad is so AIDS, he's the one who gave it to your siblings!

Pesto: (furious) You take that back!

Pinky: That's what your siblings said to 'em. NARF!

Wakko: C'mon, bro, let's get back to yours. I'll let you beat me at Pro Evo.

Squit: Thanks, I just hope this night couldn't get worse than this.

Girl 1: (from the distance) That's them!

Newt: (from the distance, furious) What did ya say to my fuckin' sister, you fuckin scum!?

Girl 2: (from the distance) Fucking pedos!

(Newt and the girls started chasing them.)

Squit: RUN!

Pinky: Again?

Brain: Oh, shit!

(They started running as Newt and the 3 girls are still chasing them.)

Wakko: Split up, he can't get us all!

Pinky: He's got a fucking cricket bat! See ya around, bitches! (hides behind the car)

Brain: (pushing Pesto away) Pesto, go away!

Pesto: (pushes Brain back) Ayy, coo off!

Squit: This is the tin hat. Worst birthday ever!

(Squit N/R: So my birthday, or dog shit (Bull Gator: And you stepped on dog shit?), singlet, heartbreak day, as I've come to think of it, was over. It's fair to say it hadn't been the best. But I had learnt one important life lesson. If you go around to Wakko's, don't play with his Lego. EVER! (Wakko: How much Lego can you stuff up your ass?/Squit: Oh, for Christ's sake!)

THE END!

I hope you enjoyed the 6th episode of The Outsiders. Thx. See ya lata! Peace! ;)

[blackcoffeeandblankpagess]

wednesday things

hello pals!! I haven’t been super active on here the past few days because tbh the mental struggle is real and the motivation/desire to post things has been missing but I’m checking in

like I just said, I’m having a real. fking. hard. time. getting my shit together. (shoutout to some of my buds for talking me through things, you know who you are, i love you). and for the past week I’ve kinda just been wallowing in this and accepting that everything sucks right now but uh yeah that’s not getting me anywhere so it’s time to TURN. THIS. SHIT. AROUND.

all about that positive mindset so some good things for the day...

it was 70 and sunny (!!!) and campus smelled like mulch and fresh cut grass when I was walking to lab this morning and I kept closing my eyes and just smelling the air because that earthy summer smell agh (prob looked like a weirdo oh well)

When I got to bio lab I was NOT having it because today we were dissecting pigs (yikes!). I was the first one in the room and my TA asked how I was doing (also yikes) and I told her I was nottttt super pumped about this lab and she was super nice and told me if I felt light headed, etc. to sit down and call her over and she even found a third person to join my partner and I who was less freaked out about the whole thing and do the actual dissecting for us....so that was a fun start to the day!!

ALSO, my TA was like “I’m glad you’re the first one here because I actually wanted to talk to you about being an intern in the lab this fall since you’re doing really great in the class” and that made me feel all sorts of happy because I feel like with every class lately I’ve just been going through the motions so :’) idk if I’ll do it but nice to know she thinks I’m qualified

did some speedwork on ze treadmill and sweat my butt off, I’ve been digging treadmill speedwork lately since I can set the pace, move my legs, and just tell myself that I can do anything for X minutes (that being said I obviously know doing speedwork outside is also important ok ok)

I did 1 mile WU, 4 x --1/2 mile @ 6:59 (lol at the fact that the setting was one second below 7 minute pace, felt more badass), 1/2 mile recovery,-- 1.5 mile CD

Next weekend I’m running a half marathon! in Charlottesville! with my mama!!! (sort of) for christmas I registered her for an 8k at the same time as the half that I’m registered for, she runs but not too far (she’s done a half before and I’m determined to have her run another with me when she’s ready) but I didn’t want to sign her up for a longer distance without her approval so 8k it is

I love Cville and I haven’t seen my fam since january so I am VERY excited, also excited for a brief mental break from school which is much needed

I also signed up for a 10 mile trail run in may which idk if I already posted about (I think I did???) but I’m excited for that, I’m really feeling the itch to get back into more structured training

Also been toying with some race ideas for the fall (and also 2019 lol getting ahead of myself) and I’m stoked

Okay wow literally just writing this all out has already made me feel more sane, thx for reading !!

[tangled-headphone-cord]

14 21 27

Song asks [accepting]

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

It’d be pretty epic to have the imperial march (maybe even the Serbian version), or the throne room theme

But sometime after the actual wedding (maybe the first song to start the dancing or sth), I’d really love Пёрышко 

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Blackmore’s Night - Loreley

27:A song that breaks your heart

Kolęda warszawska

My attempts to translate the two songs below the cut bc i felt like it

Пёрышко

То ли ветер шумит, то ли птица,Is it the wind rustling, or a birdНадо мною взмахнула крылом?Waved its wing over me?Только пёрышко в небе кружится,Just a small feather is circling the skyНад давно опустевшим гнездом…Over the long-abandoned nest…Завывает метель свою песню,The blizzard is howling its songНад простор��м уснувших полейOver spacious sleepy fieldsИли слышится крик в поднебесье,Or is it a scream from under the skyУлетающих вдаль журавлей…Of cranes flying away… [chorus] Пройдёт печаль, растаёт горюшко.Sorrow will pass, bitterness (?) will melt awayНе плачь душа, нам не впервой.Don’t cry, soul, it is not our first timeЛети легко, как птичье пёрышкоFly lightly as a bird’s featherЛети домой… Лети домой…Fly home… Fly home…Вьюга снежными машет крылами,The storm is waving its snowy wingsИ следа не отыщешь домой.And you won’t find the trail homeНо зовёт нас с тобой птица память,But the bird’s memory calls usИ летит как стрела, по прямой.And flies as an arrow, in a straight line[chorus x2]

The translation of Kolęda warszawska is technically available here but I wanted to make a few changes(lit. means literally)

O Matko, odłóż dzień NarodzeniaOh Mother, delay the day of Christmas (lit. Birth)Na inny czas,To another timeNiechaj nie widzą oczy Stworzenia,Let not the eyes of Creation seeJak gnębią nas.How we are tormented. (lit. how they torment us)Niechaj się rodzi Syn najmilejszyLet the dearest Son be bornWśród innych gwiazd,Among other starsAle nie tutaj, nie w najsmutniejszymBut not here, not in the saddestZe wszystkich miast.Of all towns.Bo w naszym mieście, które pamiętaszBecause, in our town, which you rememberZ dalekich dni,From distant daysKrzyże wyrosły, krzyże i cmentarz,Crosses have grown - crosses and a graveyardŚwieży od krwi.Fresh with blood. (lit. fresh of/from blood)Bo nasze dzieci pod szrapnelamiBecause our children under the shrapnelsPadły bez tchu.Have fallen breathless (lit. without breath)O święta Mario, módl się za nami,O holy Mary, pray for usLecz nie chodź tu.But don’t come here.A jeśli chcesz już narodzić w cieniuAnd if you already want to birth in the shadowwojennych zgliszcz,of ruins from the war (lit. warly ruins?)To lepiej zaraz po narodzeniuThen better right after birthRzuć Go na Krzyż. Crucify Him. (lit. throw Him on the Cross)

((ps. if Russian/Polish speaking folks have better ideas for the translation lemme know k thx)

[werewolfest]

how do you pronounce xe? (not rude, just curious!)

You pronounce it like 'ze'! :^) it's no problem thx for asking!

[heartshapes]

Saturn & Pluto!💌

saturn: what makes you feel safe?

oh i dont know...i guess being around people i love and trust

pluto: worst way to die?

drowning and lyk ur body never being found... but on a deeper level i have a fear of dying on bad terms with my siblings

[ignaeflos-blog]

kkkkkkkk why does she do that with emojis??

loll she would argue that it’s just a matter of opinion and she just doesn’t like the mainstream ones but tbh she lowkey just wants to screw with people and make them go wtf.  like sometimes she’ll replace words with emojis & the poor person she’s speaking to will have to decode the bleedin lot { this is normally if she’s pissed with u (bonus if she’s got important info) or when she really can’t be arsed (like somehow that’s less effort for her) }

[ sms ] —— buy milk 🎩

[ sms ] ——  👴🏽 send spares

[lunaslime]

i realised i haven’t actually posted much about myself on here so hi i’m gavin • im 17

• im trans (he/him they/them ze/zir)

• i have BPD, PTSD, ADD, depression, and anxiety

• im autistic

• i like anime and music a lot? and other stuff

•im an artist (pls commission me)

• i post almost all stims and calming stuff, and sometimes anime gifs (mostly ghibli) and art, feel free to ask me to tag stuff for u

•my twitter is @genderslime and i use that way more than this blog but i also post about politics and stuff on there so yknow

•im kin so this blog is 100% kin friendly if ur interested or want to know what my kins are in case of doubles just send me an ask

•feel free to talk to me about anything! friends are cool

geez that’s a lot of stuff but ok thx

[roomfourthoughts]

Vervolg

2. Intro

Boek David bordwell - Film art - Mise en scene

Mise-en-scene (spreek je uit als meez-ahn-sen) komt van het frans af en betekent letterlijk “putting into the scene”. Het is ontstaan voor het oefenen van het spel. Daarna werd het als term gebruikt op film academie’s. Het heeft hetzelfde technieken als theater: set, licht , kostuum en make up.

Filmakers gebruiken mise-en-scene om realiteit te creëren, een authentieke vibe en  acteurs beter in hun rol te laten komen.

Georges Melies gebruikte originele mise-en-scene om een hele nieuwe wereld te creëren.

LIGHT

In artistiek films is verlichting meer dan alleen een verlichting die de ruimte tentoonstelt. Lichtere en donkerdere gebieden in het frame helpen de algehele compositie te creëren.

Highlights and shadows.

Verlichting creëert niet alleen textuur, maar ook de algehele vorm. Als een bal recht van voren wordt verlicht, verschijnt deze rond. Als dezelfde bal van de zijkant wordt verlicht, zien we het als een halve cirkel. Het juiste gebruik van licht kan elk object verfraaien en dramatiseren.

Zo heb je verschillende technieken voor licht om de juiste sfeer/emotie over te brengen op het grote scherm.

Voorbeelden;

Custom and make up

Kostuums kan een rol spelen in het narrative van een film. Soms speelt het een rol door puur grafische kwaliteiten en soms past het bij de setting/tijd.

“Favourite - Yorgos”

Color as a motif.

Kleuren die terugkomend zijn in het verhaal. Die een bepaald sfeer oproepen bij die scene en later weer terug laat komen zodat je die situatie kan herkennen.

Costume and character.

Een kostuum kan een character versterken zoals bijvoorbeeld bij James bond.

Costume and character change.

Kostuum kan dienen

Graphic qualities of costumes.

Color coordinates costume and setting

Fellini’s Casanova / THX 1138 Spreken mij aan

Virtual costume.

Green lantern

VOORBEELDEN

COLOR

Kleur kan on realistische zijn. In de context van de scene, De abrupte verandering van licht drukt de angst en onzekerheid van het personage uit.

Kleur  Betekenissen:

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Space

Screen space in many respects a film shots resembles a paingintg.

It represents a flat array of colors and shapes. Before we even start to understand the images as a tree dimensional space, mise-en-scene- offers many cues for guiding our attention and emphasizing elements in the frame.

Het vertegenwoordigt een platte reeks kleuren en vormen. Voordat we de beelden zelfs beginnen te begrijpen als een boomdimensionale ruimte, biedt mise-en-scène veel aanwijzingen om onze aandacht te trekken en elementen in het kader te benadrukken.

Symmetrical framing

Voorbeeld

Balancing the frame

Voorbeeld

Balancing and rebalancing

Voorbeeld

Al the techniques of mise-en-scene together brings a new narrative function.

Mijn onderzoek heeft zich een weg in geslagen na het zien van het werk van Andrei Tarkovsky. Dat komt dat hij een gestructureerde achtergrond gebruikt om zo een beeld te versterken en het volledig in te bouwen. Ik zag hier een overeenkomst met de camera bewegingen van Wes Anderson en Andrei Tarvosky. Niet alleen de bewegingen maar ook de achtergrond speelt een grote rol. De screens die ik heb gemaakt zijn ook te vergelijken met elkaar en laat zo zien dat ik een fascinatie heb met een gestructureerde plaatjes. De belangrijkste componenten zijn dus Structuren en herhalingen.

3. Waar ligt de nadruk op bij deze directors en wat zijn de vergelijkingen?

Wes anderson

1. Loyale cast Wes Anderson is erg trouw aan zijn acteurs en vice versa. Hij slaagt er telkens in om een sterrencast bijeen te krijgen die staat te trappelen om met hem samen te werken.

2. Misfits en excentriekelingen

In grand Budapest hotel. Het duo Gustave H. en zijn loyale lobby-boy zijn op z'n minst een bizar duo te noemen. Ook hier niets nieuws onder de zon. Anderson stopt zijn films vol met halve gekken, verloren zielen en immorele excentriekelingen. De combinatie van een oudere man in de rol van leermeester en een jongere protegé is iets dat we sinds Rushmore ook steeds zien terugkeren in de films van de Amerikaanse regisseur.

3. Cartoonesk

Wes Anderson is de meester van - om even met een obscure term te zwaaien - het planimetrische shot. In mensentaal houdt dat in dat zijn beelden afgevlakt worden zoals in een cartoon of mugshot. De personages worden getoond in profiel, met hun rug naar ons of recht naar voren kijkend. De scènes waarin hij deze techniek gebruikt, zijn extreem gestileerd en vaak erg symmetrisch. Wanneer er meerdere personages in beeld staan, worden ze naast elkaar geplaatst of in parallelle rijen. Vergelijk maar eens opstellingen in South Park of Peanuts met die in films van Wes Anderson en wees verbaasd over de gelijkenissen.

4. Deadpan comedy

De cartooneske shots in Andersons films leiden onvermijdelijk tot deadpan comedy. Probeer maar eens te tellen hoeveel conversaties of monologen er in Andersons films op een vrijwel emotieloze of droge toon worden uitgesproken. Ik kan u nu al zeggen dat twee handen niet voldoende zijn om de tel bij te houden.

5. Artificiële set Anderson houdt van theatraliteit en precisiewerk. Zijn sets lijken dan ook altijd sterk op diorama's, tableaus of theaterdecors. The Grand Budapest Hotel heeft heel wat weg van het bordspel Cluedo: wie heeft het gedaan met welk moordwapen en waar? We zien dit ook terugkeren in de scenografie van de prent die gelijkenissen vertoont met een pop-up-boek of ouderwets spel. Het voordeel van zulke artificiële sets is dat er nagedacht kan worden over ieder detail. Het is dan ook de moeite waard om uw ogen de kost te geven tijdens de scènes waarin de omgeving wordt getoond. Als u trouwens in de war bent over de locatie kan u altijd op zoek gaan naar naamplaatjes en borden waarop te lezen valt waar de personages zich bevinden. Hoe chaotisch de avonturen van de protagonisten soms ook zijn, Andersons sets zijn immer ordelijk en tot in de puntjes gestileerd.

6. Jeugdig enthousiasme en verliefdheid In iedere film van Wes Anderson duiken er kinderen of adolescenten op die met hun onschuldige, soms aandoenlijk naïeve manier naar de wereld kijken. Net zoals in zijn vorige film Moonrise Kingdom volgen we een ontluikende verliefdheid tussen twee jonge pubers. Het schattige koppeltje wordt deze keer vertolkt door Tony Revolori en Saoirse Ronan.

7. Gesatureerd kleurenpallet Of er nu iemand dood neervalt of diep ongelukkig in het ijle staart, de wereld van Anderson is altijd vrolijk en fel. Dat komt door de gesatureerde kleuren die ook deze keer het verhaal een kinderlijke vrolijkheid geven. De warme, gesatureerde kleuren doen denken aan een fantasiewereld of tekeningen in een kinderboek. Ze maken het heel moeilijk om je als kijker niet welkom te voelen in het Anderson-universum.

8. Kolderieke kostuums

Aansluitend bij de cartooneske stijl dragen Andersons personages vrijwel altijd een kostuum of zeer gelijkaardige kledij gedurende het verhaal. Zero draagt zijn lobby boy-pak, Gustave zijn conciërge-outfit en ook de overige personages hullen zich in hun hoogstpersoonlijke kostuum. Net zoals in tekenfilms zijn Andersons personages vergroeid met hun outfit en vertelt hun kleding ons iets over hun persoonlijkheid.

https://focus.knack.be/entertainment/film/typisch-wes-anderson-10-kenmerken-in-trailer-the-grand-budapest-hotel/article-normal-213697.html?cookie_check=1561373125

Kenmerken:

Deadpan comedy

Beweging van de camera

Artifciele set

Kleurenpalet

Verhouding Kind - Ouderen

Andrei Tarvosky

De films zelf worden gekenmerkt door een sombere rauwe vormgeving met veel symbolen, metaforen en autobiografische elementen, maar het bijzondere is de vreemde manier van monteren en filmen. Tarkovski probeerde namelijk door lange onversneden camerashots en langzame camerabewegingen een sfeer op te wekken waarbij de kijker het gevoel van tijd kwijtraakt. Op deze manier wordt de kijker naar een hoger bewustzijn getild. Tarkovski zelf vergeleek zijn stijl met transcendente meditatie, de voortdurende herhaling van langzame shots en geluiden vervulde hierbij de functie van een soort mantra.

Voorbeeld scene

Kenmerken:

Beweging

Compositie

Herhaling/Structuur

Slow cinema

Yorgos Lanthimos

The films of Yorgos Lanthimos, thus far, explore different parts of what it means to be human: What is our purpose? What makes us human? Why are we here? Does love make us alive?

One of the most common themes that you will find in his films are the bare, almost deadpanned portrayals from all the actors. There is nothing “showy” about any of these films; if anything they are unnerving. And the writing and directing services these unreconstructed performances. Very rarely are motives or actions fully explained;Lanthimos works very much in the unexplained or grey areas. With the exception of The Lobster, these films are shot and styled in a very stark way, which can be attributed to the economical climate in Greece at the time they were shot. Often times, when watching a Lanthimos film, one can often ask themselves “What is going on?”.

Een van de meest voorkomende thema's die je in zijn films zult vinden, zijn de kale, bijna dode beelden van alle acteurs. Er is niks"opzichtig" aan een van deze films; als er iets is, zijn ze zenuwslopend. En het schrijven en regisseren van deze onreconstructe uitvoeringen. Zeer zelden worden motieven of acties volledig uitgelegd; Lanthimos werkt heel erg in de onverklaarde of grijze gebieden. Met uitzondering van The Lobster worden deze films op een zeer grimmige manier geschoten en gestileerd, wat kan worden toegeschreven aan het economische klimaat in Griekenland op het moment dat ze werden gefotografeerd. Vaak kan men zich bij het bekijken van een Lanthimos-film vaak afvragen: "Wat is er aan de hand?”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYYcL_eIxFo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T2AotRUNlM

Camera Observing  from above or below.

- Achterkant van het hoofd

-De middel

Proberen om de camera zo te plaatsen waar je de meeste overview heb

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCW48CbRQIo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r369Q1LrgZY

Style Lanthimos

Hij wist heel goed wat die wilde.Heel sterk in zijn schoenen wat de locatie is.

Kenmerken:

Beweging

Compositie

Herhaling/Structuur

Slow cinema

Maar wat is zijn nou de vergelijkingen?

Compositing

Ten eerste wat ieder ziet is dat zij werken met een duidelijke compositie. Elk film gebruiken zij het zelfde trucje zodat je het gaat herkennen. De beweging van de camera speelt hier ook zeker een rol in. Zo zie je bij zowel als Wes Anderson en Adrei Tarvosky veel dolly shots.

Voorbeelden

Artifiecele sets

Daarnaast zijn Artifiecele sets te vergelijken bij Anderson en Lathimos. Hierbij gebruiken zij elk set als een decor en past het volledig bij de character en verhaal. Zij proberen hele nieuwe werelden te creëren.

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Daarnaast gebruikte Tarvosky ook al de techniek en deed dat vooral in herhaling en achtergrond structuur.

Kleur

Waarbij het bij Anderson heel kleurijk is en vooral blij. Is het bij Lathimos en Tarvosky het tegenovergestelde. Dat komt ook door de type themiek die zij wilden vertellen. Het zijn dan ook vaak kale en grijze sets.

Voorbeelden.

Ten slotte

Slow cinema / akwerdnes

Wat mij heel erg opviel bij het kijken van de films van deze regisseurs dat zij vaak scene’s gebruikte met een stilte of een totale overgave aan het visuele plaatje wat je ziet. Zo kon je de kijker zelf laten denken en zo al een verhaal kan voorzetten zonder ook een conversatie of beweging op beeld te laten zien.

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5. Conclusie

Hebben de Production designers nog wel een invloed op de style van de film?

Ik als production designer vraag mij dan af welke invloed je nog hebt en waarmee kan jij het nog versterken? Wes Anderson werkte veelal met hetzelfde production designers en had duidelijk een beeldtaal waar hij mee wilde werken. Lathimos daarin tegen werkte elk project met een ander maar als je het werk van die personen ziet zoals

Jade Healy

Jade healy

https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1639516/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cr22

I , Tonya

zijn dat uitgesproken sets en begrijp je waarom hij hier mee wilde werken.

Welk techniek spreekt mij het meest aan en wat neem ik mee.

Artiefecle sets

Slow cinema / Akwerdnes

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I've thought a long time about asking you but I need to get this off my chest and you are such a positive and nice blog (I discovered your blog because of the fjw-tag and it helped me soo much you don't believe it!) so I just want to ask you some questions if that's okay? It's probably going to be very long sorry :( I read on your description that you're nonbinary amongst other things. I didn't know what that was so I read about it and I was like “hey.. that kind of.. fits?” and since then [1/4]

I'm kind of in a “crisis”. I'm a girl but never really identified with it. I'd read stuff somewhere like “be proud to be a woman” and be like “yeah no... I'm just a person?” - it always felt kind wrong but I thought I was just indifferent to this stuff. A friend of mine once said how it's fun that I wear a dress and heavy make up and the next day I'd wear a too huge shirt, jeans and worn boots. I thought that I need to “find my style” but it just never went away? Also sometimes I find [2/4]

feminine clothes repulsive and take my boyfriend shopping so I have an excuse to buy men's stuff. I also remember when I was young (4 or 5) I asked my parents when I'd get a penis like my brother, I just didn't get it. There are many more things but I don't want to bother you with my life story. I don't want to be a man but I don't want to be a woman either. It's kind of confusing because it just has always been part of me but now there's this word that kind of fits but also scares me? [3/4]

And now I'm so self-conscious. When I went out today I put on a plaid shirt but immediately thought “hey.. what are other people thinking about me right now?”. Soo... I don't really know what I want out of this post but maybe a little validation and your thoughts about it? I don't want to impose on anyone because I think that maybe my thoughts are not valid enough and I'm just “attention seeking” and not really anything out of the ordinary... it's just so weird. Thx for reading this!!! [4/4]

Hey there, sweetie! This is totally okay, and my policy is 100% that it’s a good thing to seek attention when you’re in need of it. There’s nothing wrong with seeking attention or needing validation, alright?

I completely understand what you feel. I’ve actually used those exact words - I’m not female or male, I’m just a person. I spent a really long time feeling like I was a “bad” girl, because I didn’t like feminine things and I never fit in with other girls, because calling myself a woman didn’t feel right,and  because I like masculine things - but mostly in the sense that wearing a men’s shirt and jeans makes me feel ‘neutral’, not like a man.

I tried to be feminine for a while after some well-meaning people put me through a “makeover” and put me in a skirt and pink sweater, but it was forced and I hated it. It didn’t feel right at all. I hate skirts, I hate showing cleavage, I hate impractical shoes, I hate wearing makeup, and I’m just not a fan of pink. I’ve always been a “tomboy”, and my mom has told me that it’s been a challenge my entire life to get me to wear a dress for fancy occasions. 

But even after I discovered the word ‘nonbinary’, it took me a while that this described what I’ve always felt, because I still feel most comfortable using she/her pronouns, not they/them or other neo-pronouns like ze/zir. I don’t feel as if I’m truly or completely female, but it’s sort of... a role that I’ve been cast in, a part I play, a suit that I wear. It’s as though I was assigned a female gender, but I don’t actually feel a connection to it, I don’t feel that it’s attached to who I am on the inside. I have some masculine tendencies, but I don’t feel that I’m a man either - I’m just me, and honestly I just want to be comfortable in the way I dress and present.

I know that when you’ve been treated as female and reacted to the world as female, the pressure to be attractive and “correctly feminine” is overwhelming, but I have to tell you that learning to say “fuck it” is the most freeing thing I ever did for myself. Let’s say someone looks at you and thinks you’re not feminine enough: So Fucking What? Is some random jackass’s offhand opinion more important than you feeling comfortable and true to yourself? Is even the opinion of someone close to you more important than that? Not really, because if someone truly loves you, they’ll love you however you look, and they’ll want you to be true to yourself.

Fuck patriarchal beauty standards. Fuck misogyny. Fuck the male gaze. Fuck cisheteronormativity. Fuck capitalism selling you insecurity. Fuck gender roles. Fuck what random people may or may not think about you. Be you, and don’t apologize for it, because why on earth should you apologize for just being who you are? You don’t owe anyone femininity or prettiness. You’re not obligated to fulfill the gender stereotypes pushed on you without your consent.

Wear whatever the hell you want, whether it’s a pink frilly dress or plaid and heavy boots. Put flowers in your hair or cut it all off, wear a full face of makeup or wear no makeup at all - it is entirely up to you and what makes you feel right. And every time that self-consciousness crops up, practice saying “Fuck it”. 

You’re not weird, but this isn’t how everybody feels - this is how nonbinary people feel. Welcome to the community. <3