funny thing is that I couldn’t stop flinching and turning away at the whole sex scene and calmed down when they showed close up of the corpse. It was like “goawaygoawaygoawaygoaway oh, good a dead body. finally”
Also, I stopped breathing when that whole neck holding thing happened.
Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.
I have those days when I’m melancholic for no reason, listen to depressing music and all that fun stuff. But then that bumblebee cucumerdude shows up on my dash and Im like “nooo go away. I don’t wanna smile today!….shit” And then my day is ruined.ugh just stop. Stop looking so sweetARGHHHHH
CAN WE TALK ABOUT MIDDLE EASTERN WITCHES AND WIZARDS THOUGH. AND HOW THEY'RE SPELLS WOULD OBVIOUSLY NOT BE LATIN, GREEK OR ANGLO SAXON, BUT INSTEAD LIKE ANCIENT PHOENICIAN, OR SOMETHING. AND THAT THEIR TIES BETWEEN SPELLS AND MAGIC WOULD BE STRONGER SINCE THEIR WORDS ARE MORE ANCIENT AND FAR OLDER SO THEY'D BE WAY MORE POWERFUL???? SORRY FOR THE CAPS?????
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR CAPS. PHOENICIAN SPELLS. ARAMAIC SPELLS. LANGUAGES MUGGLES DON’T KNOW ANYMORE THAT HAVE BEEN PRESERVED THROUGH WIZARDING SPELLS IN LITTLE POCKETS OF THE WORLD. SOURCE LANGUAGES NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO ADAPT OR CHANGE ANYMORE BECAUSE THE LANGUAGES HAVE DIED AND PEOPLE ARE AFRAID TO CAUSE LIKE, A NUCLEAR FALLOUT. IM SO EXCITED THANKS FOR THIS.
“In a world where people don’t see in color until they find their true mate”
OH MY GOD
HELLO YES I WOULD LIKE ONE 40K FIC PLEASE
OMG I NEED TO WRITE THIS STEREK FIC
I’LL GET THE JOHNLOCK ONE JUST AS SOON AS I GET DONE WITH ANOTHER PROJECT… UNLESS SOMEONE ELSE GETS TO IT FIRST.
Sherlock grimaced at the slide, wishing for the umpteenth time that he could see the color on it. Not that he wanted the complications that would come from what that meant, mind you. He heard Mike walk in talking to someone behind him.
"Good, you’re here. Mike, tell me what color you see on the slide," Sherlock commanded without looking up.
"Ah, sure, one second," Mike said as he hung up his coat. Sherlock stood and backed away from the microscope as Mike introduced his friend. "Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. John Watson, Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock stared at the new man, “Your eyes! They’re blue!” he said startled as the grey world began to crystallize into color around him, instinctively knowing what each color was. The blond man looked at him startled.
"Yes, so I’ve been told." John stammered, "And your’s…they’re…well what color are they exactly?"
Sherlock’s heart sank. This had been known to happen before, one’s true mate not actually being able to reciprocate the feelings of the other.
"No really, they’re hard to pin down," John said as he searched the taller man’s face, "I can’t tell if they’re blue or green or something in between. I thought we were supposed to know which colors were which."
Would you mind terribly if I asked what your major is? Is it traditional animation? What are you opinions on the industry--I am currently an animation student as well and I'm trying to decide whether or not to go into 3D or Traditional hehe
Technically it’s called “directing animated film” which roughly translates to “do you want to learn any useful skill? Well, fuck you! Here, learn how to dance tango!” (btw, that tango shit - true story)
School aside I stick to mostly to traditional stuff: drawn, cut-outs I also think about stop-motion. I’ve had a brief (very, very brief) Maya course and for now I tend to avoid that noise. I suppose it’s a valuable skill tho, so who knows.
I still live in that perfect, imaginary world in which you can do what you feel good at and I try to keep as much work I do ‘organic’(?). But yeah, at the end of the day you have to know every friggin program pack if you want to get a job.
On the other hand traditional (or mostly traditional) animated films will never cease to be important.
I have no advice. Maybe only that first and most important thing is to do what makes you feel good. And I realize that’s a shit advice >w<’
btw, how does your course work? Do you also have to make a film every year? Attend film festivals? I always wonder how does is look like everywhere else.