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dear lucas [masterlist]
one x first letter
two x unexpected letter
three x their first encounter
four x when fate was in their favor
five x when they planned their future
six x the lying game
Happy birthday Luke
You look so perfect standing there With your ripped skinny jeans and messy hair And I know now That I’m so down
Your dimples grin is a work of art You don’t know that you stole my heart You sing to the crowd As I scream out
Q&A with Producer Leslie Yoon
If you've ever had the pleasure of meeting Leslie Yoon, then you'd be no stranger to her unstoppable force of happiness. Her leadership roots from kindness, understanding and compassion. Find out how she won over every cast and crew member of Dear Lucas below.
As a producer who obviously has a track record of working on passion projects, what draws you to them?
I’ve been working full-time at a boutique production studio for the last 5 years and because I’m a post producer, I rarely get the opportunity to work on set or on site anymore. When I used to PM, I enjoyed having that interaction with talent, crew, and art dept, etc. I now enjoy working on passion projects with my friends, as I have so many incredibly talented, versatile and intelligent creative friends - I feel lucky and honored to be asked to be a part of something outside the typical project. Passion projects are hard, mostly because of its financial limitations, so I only do them if I’m 100% sure that we can make the story come to life within its confines.
What specifically about Dear Lucas made you jump on board?
In all honestly, I was presented with the opportunity to work on Dear Lucas during a rough period in my career. I was starting to feel unfulfilled and stifled, tired of doing the same things day to day. When I first read the script, I was intrigued by science fiction aspect of it - even though time travel films are very difficult to pull off! There is always some sort of rule that is broken or loophole that leaves people unsatisfied. But in the end, it was the fact that it was a love story that made me ultimately fall in love with the narrative and characters. Plus, I knew that if I wanted to work on something in addition to my hectic schedule, it would have only been feasible by working with Winnie. We have the same work ethic, drive and sense of responsibility that I knew it could only be pulled off with a director/writer/“preditor” as herself.
Leslie also served as associate producer for Kumaré, another passion project that went on to win the Audience Award for Best Documentary at SXSW 2011.
Favorite moments?
I think my favorite moment of shooting was a moment I felt during one of the first nights when we shot the Professor Pete party. I had been inside all day getting together the call sheet and schedule for the next day so when I finally went outside and saw the house lit up at night, it was truly magical. It looked so beautiful and enchanting; nothing was blowing over or falling down (we had a bout of rain) and shit was staying in place, that’s when I knew that it was all going to work out. Additionally, I couldn’t have asked for a more flexible crew/talent. Everyone really vibed with each other, which was a necessity since we were all living and working in very close quarters for 5 straight days. Thankfully, we had no divas!
Producing a film on a shoestring budget often means asking people to work for free. How do you deal with that?
I deal with asking to work for free by just asking. I am very mindful of what it can mean for someone to spend their days working with us when they could have been actually making money. But I only ask those who are interested in getting their hands into something creative so that they can somehow benefit too. I’ll never forget those who put their time and heart into Dear Lucas and I am constantly trying to link people up with others who have paying gigs. I try to pay it forward as much as I can!
Leslie currently rocks out a as Post Producer at Picture Farm!
I'm cold and want to be cuddled.
Hey, biches, y'all should read this.
This is a letter that I've written to my parents, the entire letter, to come out to them. Why did I write them a letter? Because I tried to talk to my dad, to tell him face to face, and he joked about it. I don't even have words to describe how much that hurt. This is the man who stood by my side when I was at my lowest and advocated for me when I didn't have my own voice. This man practically raised me on his own, and decided that he didn't raise me well enough to know myself and to advocate for myself now. This wound up being a shitty segue, so here's that damn letter I wrote in an effort to make my voice heard by important people.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m writing this because the last time I tried saying it, I got shut down and ignored. I am better at expressing myself in writing because I can’t see your faces as you react to my words.
I am genderfluid. Genderfluid, or just fluid, is one of many identities that fall under being transgender. What this means for me is that my gender identity is not fixed, it changes over time. My gender isn’t binary, either. Gender isn’t one or the other, male or female. It is more like a sliding scale and anyone can fall anywhere on it. Some days I’ll be closer to female, some days I’ll be closer to male, and some days I’ll be in the middle, both ends, or nowhere on that scale.
Honestly, I’ve always been genderfluid; this is nature, not nurture. I’ve never been entirely female. I hated skirts and pink, I can be competitive, and I belch better than most guys I know. When I would play imagination as a kid, I would alternately put myself as the damsel in distress, the knight in shining armor, and the villain. My identity has always been fluid; the only difference is that now I have a word to describe it.
I’ve told the people closest to me, and a few other friends I can trust, but Dad’s reaction was the first negative one I’ve encountered. That is why I am writing this. This is important to me and I will not have such a big part of who I am be ignored. I am not confused, this is not a phase, and I am not an “angsty teenager.” I know who I am, I am the one who has been living my life for almost 22 years. This is not a confession I make lightly. I know what happens to people like me and will potentially happen to me too, but I won’t hide, especially not from my family.
Lucas and Izzey know, among others. They accept and love me. Not in spite of me being genderfluid, and not because of it. They love me because of who I am and they support me while I fumble through life and try to get my shit sorted. My actions are the most important factors in deciding my worth, not my labels.
Nothing needs to change very much. I’m still most comfortable with female pronouns most of the time, and I’m still getting used to being male, so on the days when I am male, neutral pronouns would be nice. I’m taking care of my wardrobe, and I even have some chest binders that are safe to wear.
Dad, you hurt me in December. I thought you would know by now that I do not rush into things and am capable of making some decisions for myself. I told you before mom because Lucas and Izzey had faith that you would support me. And no, dad, you will not have to start calling me “Eli.” I have ideas on how to shape my identity as a man, and I will let you know when I am ready to, just like I’m writing this letter to the both of you because I’m ready. I am still your daughter and nothing has changed, I am just more honest with myself and with others.
Love,
Ellie
And now Tumblr knows. *throws confetti* My parents might have gotten this by now, or maybe they'll get it tomorrow, I don't know, but I don't know what I expect from the fallout.
Oh. My god. My feels. I can't. Can't. I'm done. DONE.
- Stop Talking, (a.c.)
(via loverdrst)
You know what I love about only somewhat belonging to a fandom? I get to make references to my friends who are SUPER into them and make them flip shit while I sit back and cackle.