#luka talks

[syn-cho]

I just explained the concept of BloodyMary to my boyfriend over the phone while writing BloodyMary fanfiction. God I love my boyfriend he’s so patient with me

[lukas-broken-bow]

the management team for my choir are making folders of music for students who forget their scores at home, and one of the other managers decided to make a design for the front of the folders.

[i-got-hit-by-a-planet]

In his Tony winning musical Hamilton, Lin Manuel Miranda asks the question 'What is a legacy?' He answers it with the now iconic line 'it’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.' In reality though, a legacy is your friend sending you every burger related post they find because one time you had a month long episode during which you craved burgers so much it was the only thing you spoke about. that's your fucking legacy

[meuliliac]

Iron Lung is a work of beauty.

Watching Simon swipe blood on his pants, watching the droplets of condensation and blood on the walls -- every single shot is dripping with the adoration of its' creator. Is dripping with meaning.

The scenes aren't rushed to get to the next scare, they aren't pushing to prove some arborary desire, they're there for the film - for the art. And is that not the core of Indie film, especially Indie horror?

Even the scenes that are slow, that don't keep you on the edge of your seat, are laced with symbolism and devotion, and as those scenes become few and far between, you find yourself aching for the boredom in the same way Simon does.

You find yourself - much as was the goal of the game - feeling Simon's pain.

Its rare that horror films have me this enamored - most main stream horror movies rely on jump scares and rushed pacing. But in Iron Lung the delivery, the cinematography, every shot makes me want to watch it again, to slow it down and analyze the film in a way I rarely find myself wanting to do.

Beyond that, as a writer, an artist, as someone who has felt that the agonizing slow process of my own creation, despite it stemming from a labor of love, renders my creations unimportant in an age of instant gratification and AI generation.

Thank you, @markiplier

Seeing a film like this in theaters, a film that is such a long-coming labor of love, a film that is so purely art in every meaning of the word, a film that isn't perfected in a way that sands away the edges and the care...

As a creative, I have never felt more inspired than after watching this.

And as someone who has been subbed to Mark since 2013, as someone who has watched Mark grow and has watched his journey in acting, as someone who came home from college classes to pour over Darkiplier lore videos and analyze every frame, knowing that every shot held that same intention that I put into my own writing - I have never been more proud.

And it might be a little parasocial, sure, but at the end of the day isn't supporting another creative about being proud when they finally accomplish what you knew they always could?

I always knew you could, Mark.

Thank you, for this.

Akin the final tree of Eden, this film remains an undying beacon of hope for creatives who feel cast aside. It remains a reminder that our passion, our care, our intention trumps all - that nothing will ever take away the human intent of art.

Iron Lung is your labor of love, and its our inspiration.

[stardiv]

The gift of prophecy was bestowed to Brennan Lee mulligan as he planned TUC2

[mandolinearts]

normal people writing bagginshield fic: *researches medieval lore, tolkien lore and everything else to be as accurate as possible*

me, a history major, writing bagginshield fic: okay so the 14th century manuscript SAYS that the king didn't wear the crown day to day bc it was too heavy. but consider: thorin looks good in it. fuck you.

[disembodiedfriend]

it makes me so mad to see successful ppl bc i literally feel like i will never be successful in anything

[yellingpaladin]

*incomprehensible yelling*