Look yes okay there was an edible involved BUT I don’t think that’s the only reason I spent every fucking minute of that movie enraptured, quaking with joy. It’s so wonderful that this teen girl wet dream of a cinematic masterpiece exists. This movie hit cunt full throttle
What if you were so beautiful and so talented and so tragic, and your eyes were so big and so wet, and then two men whose lives revolve around you fistfight in a pool? What if your good sweet boyfriend who is willing to die to protect you got tied up by a dangerous romantic monster who will kill to have you?? What if everywhere you went was opulent and everything you wore was stunning??? Please god listen, I am grabbing you all by the lapels and shaking, this movie is at every moment one hundred percent committed to being the shameless distillation of the best daydream you’ve ever had in math class.
#it’s a crushed velvet fever hallucination of paperback romo clinch cover fabio dreamscapes#from the director who brought you the lost boys and nipples on the batsuit#it’s not ‘jupiter ascending’ big but it’s ‘gothic pulp herione flees-from-manor-holding-a-lantern’ big#it’s a ‘make-up change mid-scene with no explanation’ kinda party#for the girlies who run into the cave and twist their ankle and the water sparkles and you look sooo good#and everyone rushes in to tell you how brave and special and pretty you are as you lie there with your twisted ankle#if you get me#phantom of the opera saving @harrietvane tags because sometimes you just need a movie that says Yes! You are the most specialest prettiest talented one to rule them all (all being rich safe pretty boy and hot basement monster)
*shaking movie directors by the shoulders* NIGHTTIME AND OTHER FORMS OF ENVIRONMENTAL DARKNESS CAN BE IMPLIED WITHOUT MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE THE FUCKING MOVIE
I always think of that conversation on the set of lotr where the cinematographer was asked where all the light was supposed to be coming from in scenes like the battle of helms deep, and he just responded that it comes from the same place as the soundtrack does. sometimes you need to be a little unrealistic to make your work better and actually watchable
This, incidentally, is why "NOPE" had such spectacular and clear night scenes: master cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema just plain didn't shoot at night.
Instead, they strapped a regular camera and an infrared camera together, coordinated them with lasers...
...combined them, used the naturally black sky created by the infrared as a blank canvas, added a new digital cloud line and various other effects to create a gorgeously lit night scene.
This is a ground-breaking new technique, and Jordan Peele is correct to say it could make movies better.
👉🏽 girl help I can’t stop drawing connections between ghetto fabulous fashion and other cultural attire because it gets a bad rep in western aestheticism for being too loud, gaudy, and ostentatious despite keeping the art of adornment alive 👈🏽
Ghetto Fabulous is literally the name of the fashion subculture. I’m clawing at the walls in here because people are wondering why I am calling the style ghetto. According to the dictionary definition:
“…denoting or exemplifying an ostentatious or flamboyant lifestyle or style of clothing of a type associated with the hip-hop subculture.”
The fact that the word ghetto itself is a negative connotation is because of the intersection between poverty and racial minorities. But as an art it’s liberating, expressive, and campy even. As someone who was raised to distance myself from it, I love when other people are able to express themselves in the style wholeheartedly.
My first biology professor had an ‘inadequacy drawer’ full of things to remind him he wasn’t, in fact, the dumbest and laziest person to ever exist. It was mostly Darwin, notably these two bits:
‘But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.’
‘I am going to write a little Book for Murray on orchids and today I hate them worse than everything.’
“I am at work on the second vol. of the Cirripedia, of which creatures I am wonderfully tired: I hate a Barnacle as no man ever did before, not even a Sailor in a slow-sailing ship.”
submachine legacy comes out today (october 13, 2023)! in one hour at the time of writing this post, actually
if you're interested in:
point and click games with detailed and elaborate environments
a story you have to piece together slowly amidst fragments and unreliable narrators
exploring a superstructure that doesn't care about you, nor the explorers that came before you
the atmosphere of being alone with the void
reliving a very specific childhood of growing up playing flash games
then I highly recommend getting or wishlisting it! submachine is a series by mateusz skutnik, and was originally released, piece by piece, for free as flash games since 2005. legacy is a remaster of every submachine game, put together and polished up. I've been playing these games and following the series since I was twelve, and I'm so glad to have the entire series made accessible again after the death of flash
I'd have still recommended the original series in a heartbeat, and I am recommending legacy even faster
It's a time gun. A gun that shoots time. Not a gun to shoot time, that's a terrible idea. Time is messed up enough as it is without some fool shooting holes in it.
No, it shoots bullets of concentrated time. How much depends on the caliber. This gun is chambered for 24 hours. (Although the weird thing is that despite anti-time definitely existing, this gun has no anti-version: there's no anti-gun of time. Instead you just load the gun of time with anti-time bullets.)
So what's it do? Well, you know the saying that time is a river? Well, rivers have splits and tributaries, where some of the stream is split off and eventually catches up with the main body.
This shoves you off into one of those, as you're given more time than the general world has. You get some time that no one else has, until you resynchronize. You're in a frozen world of no time, with only you and any other simultaneously desynchronized people able to move and interact.
This may seem powerful and useful for those hit by time bullets, but it's less useful than you'd think. Your ability to interact with the world is quite limited. And the length of the time you have is critical: 24 hours is a good amount because it's quite survivable, any longer and you're likely to die of thirst or hunger. You can't eat atemporal food or drink atemporal water. Some nasty chronomancers have been known to build time guns of months or years, meaning their victims are instantly replaced with a shriveled corpse, knowing it wasn't a quick death, but a slow and painful one in a lonely world of unfeeling statues where the sun never sets.
You can still breathe, though. That one is... Well, if you can figure out why, there's a prize from the University of Towers for you. Since the existence of the temporal aether was disproven we really have no idea why that happens.
Still, a short trip into personal time can be safe and useful, if properly prepared. Pack provisions and books and writing implements and take it in short jumps, and you can get weeks worth of writing or studying done in a single night.
Anti-time bullets are simpler, at least simpler to explain. They similarly desynchronize your personal time stream, but it results in you Not Being until the timelines align. From your perspective, that happens instantly, with a moment of the standard temporal nausea. For everyone else, you're just gone until you can make up the missing time. So it functions very much like a time jump forward. A 24-hour bullet of anti-time brings you to this time tomorrow, with no time having passed for you, due to your temporal deficit.
It seems safer, at first glance. No risk of starvation, no isolation, just a blink and it's later.
But there's always the problem of telefragging. The universe doesn't like when two things occupy the same space, and while you're gone, your former and future location are accessible. There may be nothing but air there when you return, or there may be a wagon, a person, or a rock. And the results when you return are not pretty, or even explosive.
It's been experimentally verified* by chronomancers that the end result depends on how much of the returning being overlaps with the existing matter. Less than half, and they merge, in ways that are gruesome and almost always fatal. At best, you might lose a limb or a digit due to the overlap. At worst, you're dead instantly and your body is now merged with some other object in ways that will make the funeral closed-casket, and the casket will be an unusual shape.
More than half... Well, the universe REALLY doesn't like it when matter overlaps with other matter. It explodes, violently. Very violently. One chronomancer even suggested this might be used as a weapon of war, by building a siege engine that collides a large animal like a ocean-whale with a large block of limestone, utilizing a short anti-time trip to overlap them. This idea was shot down immediately, as was the chronomancer who suggested it. She'll be officially censured when she reappears, around 28 years from now.
* the tests were performed on standard laboratory voles**, not human (or other sapient) test subjects. All experiments were done with ethics board approval and whenever possible, time loops were employed to unperform any experiments that resulted in the death of test subjects.
** rats, often used elsewhere in science, can't be used here as their natural temporal abilities interfere with the experiment. See "there is only one rat", V. Tollens, U. of T. Journal of Time, TE 436.
[Astarion] is a cat. He's a black cat. There's a stray that comes into my house called Red... and he's quite feral. It took me three years before I could pick him up and hold him. He's totally cool with me now. Three fucking years. He gave me a lot of inspiration about Astarion.
- Neil Newbon, on developing Astarion's physicality and mannerisms
the power of this piece is so intensely raw and honest.... Children absorb EVERYTHING. they notice absolutely everything, but they lack the vehicle of self expression and autonomy to convey their feelings. That's why the art they make is so important to me
Halsin joining our camp to see that the guy who played with the tiefling kids is now a devil, some pasty elf is biting people in their sleep, a githyanki and goth girl are slapfighting, there's a tiefling on fire, and that wizard just ate a pair of gloves.
