I think I’m literally never gonna be sick of this masterpiece. I think watching it on a loop for eight hours could fix me. Dancing’s what clears my soul. Dancing’s what makes me whole.
I just love that this very video is an accumulation of thousands of years worth of art made by people who have never met each other. The concept of this video was so completely unfathomable to every single artist who made the sculptures and yet they’ve all put something toward the creation of it.
My gf and I attended Neil Newbon’s panel at Phx Fan Fusion today and we learned that a) he was the actor for the performance capture of both Minsc and Gortash (among others), b) he based Minsc’s mannerisms off of his own twin brother (sweet), but also c) he based Gortash’s posture and behavior off of former US president Barack Obama
thinking about having a tuscan home with sammy bryant…
cooking in the kitchen, listening to bossa nova while waiting for him to come home from work. when he does come home, he's all over you. you ask about his day, but he can't get his face out of the nape of your neck or his hands off of you waist. you'd pour him a glass of wine, whispering about how the food would get cold, despite not wanting him to let go.
if he felt particularly silly, sammy would take you from the stove and try to dance you around the kitchen. he’d say how much he missed his girl, turning laughs into pressed kisses. not that he was a dancer, but he’d sway you around and turn you in and out like you had been at the copacabana.
usually, you would eat on the bar that's attached to the kitchen if you were alone or having breakfast. sammy always insists dinner's in the dining room. he likes having the big table and using every bit of the house (in more ways than one).
sitting at the head of the table, he'd have his left hand on your knee, rubbing circles up and down while he ate. you'd talk about some random things: how your job was, what cases he worked on, the new tv show your friend suggested.
or
you'd invite all his coworkers and their families over for a barbeque, making it an excuse to use the pool. you're a great host— refreshing everyone's drinks throughout the afternoon, checking in on sammy near the grill, chatting with the other wives and his coworkers, playing bartender any chance you got.
sammy made sure to tell you that, lingering during conversations he wasn't necessarily present in by running his hands up and down your arms and mumbling how proud he was of you. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, kissing you on the cheek before returning to the grill.
or
some days were just lazy. when either of you didn't have work, you stayed in bed until your stomach demanded you get up. sammy couldn't start any morning without being pressed against you in any capacity.
he had that classic sleepy rasp to his voice in the morning. talking about how he loves waking up next to you and how good he slept, he'd run his hands over your thighs and legs, coercing you towards him.
if you felt like it, you two went all out for breakfast. the kitchen was so nice and you loved watching sammy cook. both of you hadn't changed out of your underwear, sammy in a white t-shirt and you in sammy's academy t-shirt. you sat on the island, watching him work on the stove.
he cooked pancakes perfectly— he had a thing about whisking you couldn't quite understand, and he was strangely a master with a spatula. he'd give you kisses in between flips, mumbling things that could be done today (but probably wouldn't).
later, curling up on the couch was a favourite activity of yours. you'd put on some movie haphazardly chosen, just so you could be close to him. there'd be snacks sometimes, sharing a bowl of popcorn or chips and giggling every time your fingers brushed like high schoolers.
the talking was random quips about what you were watching or something you'd forgotten to tell him earlier or something you had mentioned to him in passing that he remembered.
positions changed often, depending on if you wanted to sit with your legs in his lap or he wanted to hold you closer. it would always end with you resting your head against sammy's stomach and running you hands over him as he drifted to sleep.
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