#both kinda

[therealbrigeedarocks]

wicked (the musical) ((the movie)) (((pt 1)))

it's fine

it's a low fucking bar when with how much sfx went into this goddamn film that about 95% of the time you can actually see shit (there are a handful of questionable shots but otherwise there's no like terrible cgi-covering bad lighting for this film) ((and this is coming from me watching the cam version so like, take that as you will))

i like a great big bunch of the set and costume designs, especially when it came to the library set piece. absolutely unnecessary and even impractical but goddamn did it make for some good choreography in the middle of "dancing through life"

one of my pet peeves of design however shows up at the end, when it comes to elphaba's broom. i get it, you can't have a generic broom for something meant to be Iconic and Distinctive and Marketable, but at the same time there is no way in hell this scraggly and pointy as fuck broom was ever used in the day-to-day cleaning of a fucking palace, let alone would be comfortable to use/ride as flying transportation

i heard they were going to pad these movies out by adding shit from the wicked books, and i know i'll never get to see elphaba whack a dying (dead?) madam morrible in the face with her broom, but i would've liked to see her attend a classmate's dinner party admitting to the deed as they get drunk

or just having friends in general i mean she and boq hung out all the time in the book and they are barely within 5 feet of each other in the musical and movie

speaking of shit from the book, i actually would've liked if they added elphie showing up somewhere from the middle of a rainstorm and having to carefully slough off a giant wet cloak to avoid the water touching her instead of just...a throwaway line about her not getting wet and a dinky umbrella

the leads do their best. arianna is basically doing a kristin chenoweth impression anyway and honestly something tells me she would've gotten shit if she deviated too far from what we all know. cynthia erivo does a pretty good job making the songs her own and i enjoy her interpretation

speaking of, the idina menzel and kristin chenoweth cameo was cute and funny and appropriately during the Song Created For The Film Adaptation So We Can Have An Oscar Nomination For Best Original Song

jeff goldblum is also fine and while i would've liked someone more along the lines of joel grey to fill in for the wizard, i also can't think of anyone else who would do a decent job.

no wait that's a lie, i think alfred molina could've done just as well whatever man i can dream this has nothing to do with me wanting alfred molina in more things

put alfred molina in more things please

if i had to be nit-picky about anything i think the thing that irritates me most is just something that happens in a lot of musical adaptations, which is when the timing is off or there's too much "dead air" (aka just not singing bits) between verses. it can stop the momentum in its tracks because they need to keep the plot going which doesn't seem to last as long on stage (but also you can't stop for different takes or fuck-ups on stage so it is what it is)

that said, as expected, the movie ends just as the first act of the musical does: on defying gravity. the song is great, the visuals are great, and while it's iffy to have a regular ass cape suddenly become large and looming for no reason, it's doubly nice to see it as such both for the costuming effect used in the musical and to have it billow like smoke ala how she "travels" in the judy garland movie. having the wizard of oz (1939) font for the title and end credit card is a nice touch because let's be real this movie was never going to escape the judy garland version

it's good it's fine and everyone is already making the joke about how there's not gonna be any memorable songs in the pt 2 of this movie

calling it now: "for good" is gonna be the song they use for all the marketing for pt 2

[neopuppy]

what is gooning? because i thought it was like edging yourself for hours and never getting to cum but it seems like these goons get off like nobody’s business 😭

[zarvasace]

@unexpectedtraveler made this post (to which @lazyowl and I added) about whether or not a Red+Vio combination would simply disappear, since magenta light doesn't technically exist.

Anyway, long story short, I made some very pretty colors.

I love being in a fandom (two!) where this sort of thing is relevant.

More explanation of what I did under the cut!

Okay, so I own nine colors of paint—cool red (alizarin), warm red (cadmium light), cool yellow (ochre), warm yellow (cadmium), cool blue (ultramarine), warm blue (pthalo), viridian, raw umber, and burnt sienna. Oh, and white. I mix all my colors from those. You can see all but raw umber and burnt sienna on the palette across the top, since those are just browns I didn't need.

I made red from a combination of the two, since cadmium is kind of orange and alizarin is not quite bright enough. Green is viridian with some cadmium yellow to brighten and warm it up a little. Blue is mostly pthalo blue, but I added a bit of ultramarine that I don't think made much of a difference. (Pthalo is temperamental and likes to overwhelm everything.) I made my violet from alizarin and ultramarine.

Okay so the thing to know about mixing these pigments is that each pigment acts differently. Warm colors like to dominate a mix, but so do a few specific pigments. I go through a lot of ultramarine because it's rather unpigmented, I need a lot to influence another color. You also have to pay attention to warm and cool versions of colors, since they mix differently.

Since a lot of colors can get pretty dark, standard practice is to mix them with bits of white to see the color better. The titanium white I have cools and desaturates colors. I added little bits of the whitened colors in the corners to show them off better. :)

Red and green are complementary colors, but these specific hues aren't perfect complements, so they didn't make gray, they made brown. A very pretty brown!

Since the red and blue that I had were both pretty warm but not entirely, they didn't mix into the prettiest purple. That gray is really nice, though.

Blue and green mixed the way you'd expect, a nice teal that doesn't need much explanation.

Green and violet aren't complements, but they're close, so they desaturated each other into a nice cool brown color.

The violet and blue mixed just made a cooler violet, even though the blue was warmer. I like that color too.

And then easter color tints at the bottom because I had an extra space! :D

In conclusion: if Link is light, then Red+Vio only exists because of a brain trick. If Link is oil paint, then you should probably worry about Red+Green canceling each other out, if Red gets too cool. Green+Vio need to watch out, too.

[none-of-your-biscuits]

Wait does juleka become a ghost or is she just gone for good in the streaked with purple au

Wouldn't you like to know weather boy

[minas-writing]

Marjorie - Good Intentions (@homesteadchronicles !)

(~600 words. Marjorie isn’t a huge player, but I needed to get to know her a bit better. She’s interesting.)

The small closet was dark when Marjorie walked inside, holding a candle. There were a few light bulbs elsewhere in the girls’ school, but this place didn’t get the honor of electricity. Marjorie thought it was a shame, but she did rather enjoy the reflected light of the kerosene lamps in here. She had to have fire anyway, might as well use it for both light and heat.

With a small smile, Marjorie set her candle down on the wooden workspace, the lamp and burner lit and casting shadowed light. She pulled the herb box from where it sat. Wonderful scents met her nose when she lifted the carved lid, spice and citrus and floral, each better than the last. She turned the burner up and set a small kettle on it - this wasn’t for everyone, just for her and another.

Tea was Marjorie’s passion. She crafted each blend by hand, using the store of herbs and plants and other ingredients that Madame managed to procure for her. Now, she measured out dried raspberries and pomegranate pips, balancing it out with citrus peel. She put the whole thing in a hollow metal ball, riddled with holes. A boy over at the other school had been very kind to make it for her.

On art days, Marjorie threw teapots and teacups on the pottery wheel, and though her creations weren’t the epitome of artistically expression, she loved them. She barely minded getting the gray clay stuck in her curly red hair. Marjorie took a homemade pot off the shelf now, along with two of her best cups. One was a delicate blue painted with tiny roses, her favorite, and the other was her second favorite, a vibrant yellow cup that looked like it was made from daffodil petals. Sort of. Marjorie held the cup up, and spotted a few more flaws than she had last time, but shrugged and put it down on its green saucer. The tea was more important than the teacup, right now.

While the other girls tended their own pristine flower gardens, learning the arts of nurturing and of growing, Marjorie’s patch grew wild. She spent her time reading botany books, hunting for new ways to mix plant matter into teas. Besides, if you grew raspberries and strawberries, you didn’t need a perfect-looking patch of tulips.

The kettle was on the brink of whistling. Marjorie lifted it off the burner before it could make too much noise, then gently poured the hot water into the pot. There was more in the kettle than would fit in the pot, but that was all right. She was sure to use the leftover water later, probably in a few hours for breakfast.

A few minutes passed. Marjorie lifted the ball from the pot, leaving behind a few flecks of herbs in the reddish water. She poured the new tea into the cups, moving quickly lest the heat die. After adding a touch of honey to one and an extra mint leaf to the other, Marjorie snuffed out the burner and the lamp, tucked her herb box away, and set the cups, pot, and candle on a small tray. She left the closet dark again, closing the door behind her.

Despite Eliza’s privileged behavior, she had a deep soul, one that was cracked far below the shallow surface. Marjorie sat down beside the sobbing girl and handed her a blue teacup, filled with steaming, fruity tea, just the way Eliza liked it. Though Marjorie knew that something so simple wouldn’t help seal the wounds, it was all she could do.

Tea was Marjorie’s obsession. Sometimes she hated how little it did.

(Tagging: @theevolutionofledarose @cookiecuttercritter lmk)

[iamjustgod]

Welcome to the Sam Winchester Show, in which sometimes good things happen.

[cardschordsandcoffeecups]

I gotta get away from the internet and sleep this high off.

[sidedere]

A hundred new Powerplexes who will find a way to blame our Mark for events of s3 e7 are being born as we speak