The gays have three genres: Pirates, Cowboys, or Immortals
Sketched this on Nona the Ninth's cover reveal day <3
me: Fine. Donât talk to me. You think I need you to message me all the time? Ha. I donât even care. I donât even care, not even a little. You want to ignore me fine. Go ahead. I donât even care. You think I need your constant presence and attention. Laughable. I was alone way before I even met you. Pure childs play. Donât even @ me. Donât even bother saying anything to me. I donât need or want it anyway.Â
me 1 minute later: *sobbing* Iâm sorry please don't leave me. Fuck I need you. Where are you. What did I do wrong. Was it something I said two months ago? Have you left me like she did, ghosted me?? If I attempt to reach out will you block me?? What did I do?? Im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sor- me 1 minute after that: *trying to think rationally* Heâs probably just sleeping. Hes probably busy with schoolwork. Or babysitting. Or the bank. Or family stuff. Or- me 1 minute later panicked: But he always messages you morning. Even when hes busy. He would have let you know. He would have said something if he was going to be away...What if something bad has happened?? What if something horrible has happened to him?? What if hes hurt?? What if something happened to his family?? What if hes suicidal and not telling me and Iâm going to lose him??? Oh god oh fuck oh no oh fuck oh god me: What if hes just ignoring you? What if he just doesnât want you anymore? What if he hates you? What if you pissed him off and didnât realize it? What if- me minutes later:.....Fine. Donât talk to me. You think I need you to message me all the-- and repeat forever. Â
But in seriousness heres the problem of remaking an animated film like The Lion King in live action
In the original, the designs are very expressive and distinct, each character looks different/has different body language and facial features that display their character perfectly
Scar is sly and cunning, so his mane, body, movements, and expressions all match that perfectly. His animation during the line âWhy if it isnât my big brother....â comes to mind
Whereas Mufasa is respectable and powerful but wise, hence heâs always upright, has a powerful build and thicker mane, and can easily go from looking stern af to looking friendly and calm.
The stellar voice cast also played a part in this
In the live action trailer, Thereâs no emotion in the characters faces, all their expressions look the same to me, even when theyâre in peril or emotional distress
Particularly at 1:00 when Scar tells Simba to leave, and Simba has a normal ass lion expression whereas in the original he was clearly crying and scared
Or I canât even tell what theyâre expressing because they look like normal ass animals. Thatâs boring!
A film like The Lion King does not work in live action, nor do most of the live action remakes Disney is churning out.
...and itâs probably gonna make like a billion dollars cause of course it will and âOMG That Movie was my childhood and BeyoncĂŠ is in it squeeeeee!â -_-
Do you still like to draw TF?
no
First post camerashipping cringe ughhhh
The..the sillies..I love them..
Same (sighs) sameâŚ
I promise I understand Nope I PROMISE I understand the many rich layers to it but I am NOT articulate enough to form any of my own thoughts about it without sounding like an insane person so all I can offer you is Angel silly little man
Notes: i guess i sounded very petty last time. The Ao3 fics are amazing. Go read them. But damn there needs to be more hype on tumblr. Maybe i m obsessed maybe i´m hyperfixating. Maybe i `m maybeline?! Okay ill stop. But please nope fandom write more. Iâll read everything. Love, Mai :D
Warning: bad writing, english isnt my first language, some spoilers i guess
You have been working for Fry`s Electronics for half a year now. You didnt mind the job at all. The customers were mostly friendly and the payment was alright. Obviously it could have been a lot better , but you were never someone to complain about that. You truly didnt mind going there every morning and being one of the last employees to leave in the evening. You truly, wholeheartedly liked your job, right?
It was Friday afternoon when you walked into fry´s. You just had a small meal at the diner next door across the parkinglot. You spend almost every lunch break there. The lady who owned it, already knowing your face and greeting you friendly every time you entered her place.
â heeey! Welcome back!â Nessie, your coworker and only friend at work, screamed running to you. She was never that excited. She was definitely planning something. Most of the time she was standing in one corner of the store ignoring the customers and playing animal crossing on her phone.
â you wont believe what happend when you were goneâ
You rolled your eyes. You could already imagine what had happened. A customer's pants had slipped down, someone had tried to steal a huge high-tech TV set, or Angel had gotten on Nessie's nerves again with stories of world conspiracies.
Angel.
Angel was the bane of your existence.
You did really like your job. In the beginning at least. But after your first few weeks you got promoted and changed to a different department in the store. And your supervisor wasnt as motivated and friendly as the one you had in the beginning. Your supervisor and therefore boss who was able to let you do everything he wanted, was a overworked, constantly rambling conspiracy theory believer. Angel.
You truly didnt believe you hated him. You were just constantly annoyed and irritated by him. He practically ignored you for the first week or so and then started suddenly interrupting you while you worked. You just knew he didnt like you. And so you decided you werenât gonna like him.
âAngel for sure has a crush on someone.â
âWhat?â
Nessie laughed. âOh so nowwww your interested. You were staring at him again. If i didnt know that you hated him, i could assume you were kinda into him.â
â Nessie! Shut up.â you whisper shouted and nudged her arm. â I could never like him. He is so load and obnoxious, talking about his stupid alien shit and why is he always doing that thing with his hair when he is nervous. Its so dumb. And i mean look at his shirt itâs definitely to small for him. He is probably just wearing that to show of his massive bizeps.â
you knew you were the one who was rambling now. But you couldnât stop. You just loved to talk about how annoying he is.
Angel saw you guys staring at him. He looked irritated and was doing that thing with his hand again. He would do it everytime he got nervous. He rubs with his hand through his bleached hair always making a mess out of it.
â Can you two please stop standing in the middle of the store gossiping and go back to your work.â He teased. â Or do you wanna share your story ?â
Nessie gave me a wink and said something like âgo talk to him about your problem with his shirtâ, before she walked away into another isle probably playing on her phone again.
â and do you wanna tell me something gorgeous ?â he fake flirted with you. You cringed at the nickname, turning around he was now standing next to you, leaning on a refrigerator that was on sale. He was taller than you, his body towering over you. You looked up only to regret it instantly. He did have a pretty face. Even you could see that. You took a step back almost crashing into a customer who was looking rather stressed. You looked back at Angel, who wasnt looking as confident anymore. Before you began walking away going to your work, you made sure to answer his question quickly.
âNopeâ
Several hours later, the sun was beginning to set, you already talked to the last customer. The afternoon was really quiet. Normally fridays were full of people and it was loud and hectic. Today was different, there wasnt a lot going on. Just some minor Angel incidents. How Nessie always called them. One happend shortly after your arrival. You bumped into him while hiding from a creepy old dude who wanted to ask you on a date. An hour later you saw him illegally observe the security camera of two customers that you saw in here the other day. You had a small fight over it, but you didnt really had a chance against his absurd alien arguments. The last thing was more about Nessie, she told you about her theory again that Angel definitely had a crush on someone. She told you how he was staring into the distance and getting all nervous when she asked him about it.
You couldnât really say that the idea of Angel having a crush didnt make you a little angry. It was confusing. You couldnât stand him, right? Him with his stupidly handsome face. And that small smirk. And his soothing voice telling unbelievable storyâs . And his dumb muscular body andâŚ
stop! You could not stand this man. Thatâs how its always been. It should stay this way.
He wouldnât like you back anyway.
The store was closing in half an hour. You were beginning to clean up some things and began walking towards the break room. The room was already dark besides the lighting of the drinks dispenser. Nobody was spending time in here besides in the lunch break time. But the room was to small for all the employees so most of them spend their lunch break rather outside or the diner next to fryâs.
âWhat are you doing in here?â of course it was him. You werenât gonna turn around. You headed towards your locker and grabbing your clothes and purse.
â you know, i actually wanted to change out of these work clothes hereâ you explained while pointing down at the shirt you were wearing. â but now that you are here, i can forget about that.â
âOh you know i wouldnât mind at allâ Angel was grinning. And you started to get angry. You couldnât believe it. Why was he bothering you all the time. You just wanted to go home and not think about the man for like three hours. You could feel your body getting heated.
â of course you wouldnât.
But you know what, i would rather get eaten by a shark, or spend a day in a room full of spiders or i dont know climb the Mount Everst , than have you see me change out of my shirt.â and again you were the one rambling and talking stupid things. Why didnt you have some better shit in your mind than that come back.
âi canât believe i never noticed it beforeâ
he was walking closer towards your locker. His hand in his hair again. So was he nervous?! Why would he be nervousâŚ
âNoticed what?â
â i really didnt believe Nessie at first, but you do like me.â
â What the hell are you talking about. You are the most annoying gothic prick.â
You truly didnât had the best responses. But your brain just seemed to stop working whenever he was around.
â You know you are kinda hot when youâre angry. This could potentially be one of the reasons i love to piss you off.â
You really didnt care about changing anymore. This was stupid. He was playing with you. Nessie probably gave him twenty bucks to say something annoying like that to you. You would definitely kill her later. She was probably sitting in front of the door laughing or hiding somewhere else. You grabbed your stuff and went towards the exit door. On your way out you made sure to bump into his shoulder, not caring at all. You felt tears forming in your eyes. You werenât gonna cry in front of him.
Angel noticed how your chest rose and fell a lot quicker than before.
âHonestly fuck you, Angel.â
He grabbed your arm towering over you. You were looking into his eyes. He was suddenly very close. Has he always been that tall? You could smell his aftershave and the nicotine of his last smoked cigarette. He was leaning down. Almost whispering.
âWould you?â
You definitely didnt plan to ever do what you did next. You definitely hadnât thought about it every time you wanted to shut him up. You closed the distance between your lips and he moaned into the kiss. His hands were grabbing your waist as yours where grabbing onto his short hair. â i hate youâ you where kissing him again. â i hate you moreâ you gasped while he kissed down your neck holding you tightly against his chest. He was lifting up your shirt and tossing it on the floor while you were grabbing on his biceps and kissing his lips again.
It was a full on make out session and you werenât sure what would have happend afterwards until someone opened the door. Nessie was standing in front of you both. Angel jumped back and mumbled something like â she was just about to change â as he left with a red face and tighter pants. Nessie was just laughing and clapping.
â I fucking knew itâ
Notes: hey guys. I waited like over two weeks but because almost nobody else is interested in writing some nope fanfictions, iâ m gonna do it. Be aware, my writing is Not Good. And if your also waiting for nope ffs pls Write some. I look at these tags daily!!!! These characters deserve some love! Maybe if Iâm not totally depressed again, Iâm gonna write another one.
Warnings: english isnt my First Language, blood, spoilers, some swearing
âFuckâ
Dust and sand had mixed with your tears. Once again you rubbed your eyes and looked up.
No matter how many times OJ had told you that you should not look up.
Jean Jacket was no longer visible. In front of you was only a cloudless sky. In another context it would have been the perfect day. Blue sky, nothing but space.The sun was shining in the afternoon heat. But right now you only felt fear.
Slowly you began to stand up. Your ankle hurt. You remembered that while running you had tripped over one of the wires. Weeks ago you wanted to help the Haywood siblings to remove the wires behind the old barn. But there had always been too much to do at the horse ranch. It had only been 6 months since Mr. Otis Haywood had died in a strange way. It was still unexplainable. He had taught you to ride as a child. He was a kind man and a good teacher. His children always following him around, trying to help as much as they could. You remember OJ standing on the edge of the gate laughing. You hadn't really been very skilled. Emerald, who was only two years older, was standing next to him. She knew how difficult some horses could be. She started cheering you on. While her big brother just rolled his eyes.
Even today, the two had a similar dynamic. Em was loud and cheerful, she loved to play pranks with you on the other farm workers, but especially on her brother. Often you would stay with her long after work hours and you would cook together and sing loudly in the kitchen to Mr haywood's old records. She has always been your friend but you two got really close after what had happend with her father. She talked about it, when it was just the two of you sitting on the porch drinking a glass of wine on a Sunday evening.
Her brother was different. OJ was quiet instead. Most of the time he watched situations rather than get involved in them. He was the silent observer. But never in such a way that it was uncomfortable. He was more like a protector watching over you. A big brother. It was difficult for him to open up. He didnt really talk about what happend. But you could see it in his face, he was thinking about it all the time. And when we all found about Jean Jacket. He didnt want to run away. He wanted to face the animal that killed his father. And he was gonna protect his horses, his home, his friends and his sister. That's why he was so annoyed at first that you and Em wanted to be part of the whole Jean Jacket plan. He thought it was too dangerous. But the farm and the horses were his whole life. And it had always been a second home to you, so it was clear that you would do anything to make the plan work.
You freed your foot from the wire and took a closer look. It was smeared with blood and your pants were torn open, but it probably looked worse than it actually was. You could still feel your foot. It hurt when you started standing up. You tried to move slowly. The house in front of you still red and bloodied. The remnants of the previous nights lay around the porch. You tried not to look too closely, the fear of catching parts of your friends on the roof above the door was to big. You had not yet been able to think further about what exactly had happened. The crazy movie maker that was Antlers Holst had run right into Jean Jacket's arms. That was the last thing you could consciously remember. After that you ran and woke up unconscious next to the horse paddock. A horrible feeling spread in your stomach. "What if... no. I can't even think like that."
Angel was safe. You were sure of that. No one had as much useless knowledge about alien attacks and UFOs as Angel. If anyone could survive something like that, it would be him. You couldn't think anything else. Tears welled up in your eyes and the nauseating feeling spread throughout your body. It almost felt like your throat was closing up. Angel couldnât be hurt. You wouldnât know what to do. Last night you had been talking to him. He was afraid and still he didnt think twice about helping you. You wished you could have just grabbed his stupid face and gave him a kiss. Maybe this could have been the last chance to do so. But you were too nervous. The handsome man with his way to goodlooking smile would never be interested in you. And maybe he was dead now. You didnt see him after all that happend. Jean Jacket could have eaten him. That was the new life you had to make sense now. The guy you had a massive crush on got eaten by an alien that looked like a fucking eye. You were sure you wouldnt find a support group for something like that. You started crying even more. The tears were running down your cheeks. He needs to be alive. Everything around you started spinning. You were ready to puke but instead you collapse in front of the Haywoods door.
Its about two Hours later when Angel finally reaches the house. Its already dark outside. The aching pain in his Body is distrecting him from his enviroment. He doesnât remember what truly happend. Stuff was laying around and he was trying hard not to trip over it. A small Body was laying on the Front portch. He would recognise this face anywhere. It was in his mind and in his dreams for the last weeks. He wanted to shout your name but his voice was to croaky. He reached the porch and sat down next to you. His hands were cold and sprinkled with his own blood. He reached up to your head and started stroking your hair. He let out a rough chuckle. Even though you just fought an alien and survived you still looked really nice. You always looked nice. And pretty. He had thought about telling you before the whole plan, but somehow he was too nervous. Normally he was outgoing and loud,often annoying the people around him. He really liked talking and so he was doing it most of the day. But every time he spent alone with you he didnt know what to say. He was suddenly quiet. His mind was racing at the same time trying to come up with the perfect thing to say. And his hands where fidgeting with the nearest object. You were also smart and interested in the things he was rambling to OJ and Em about. And sometimes you looked at him. It felt like you could truly see him. Looking through him, into his soul. Finding his deepest darkest secrets but not being able to look away. Angel knew he adored you the first time he saw you walking towards him. And now here you where laying in his arm. But not exactly in the way he had dreamed about it. Your hair was soft against his chapped fingers. He saw your eyes open.
â hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?â
The first thing you saw where his bleached hair and that handsome smirk. His arms where wrapped around you, securing your weak body. One hand was caressing your cheek the other was holding you tightly against his chest. His body was covered in bloody wounds and cuts. It was probably hurting him holding you that way but he didnt really seemed to care.
â i thought i lost you.â
You started crying. He was alive.
â that stupid fucking filmmaker. He could have gotten you killed.â
Angel was trying to hold it in, but started quietly crying too.
â I am alright. We both survived. We will be alright.â
Tears where running down both of your faces. Your hand was touching his cheek. You were leaning into him. His eyes were darting to your mouth. And before you could really think about it your hands where both cupping his face and he closed the proximity between you too. It was a short and soft kiss. You were pressing your foreheads against each other. Softly mumbling with closed eyes and a lowered voice.
âYes. I think so too. We will be alright, Angel.â
Me staring at the "Im gonna touch you" message:
Keke Palmer as Emerald Haywood in Nope (2022) dir. Jordan Peele
The way that the alien in Nope's final form looks like an old studio camera. The way the opening credits take place inside its stomach, shown as an endless darkness framed by billowing sheets - the blanket-like hood of an old camera that the photographer hides under. The way Jupe calls the alien The Viewer. The way Jupe makes stuffed animals of what he imagines the aliens inside the "ship" to look like subconsciously reference the camera magazines on the set of Gordy's Home with the body of a monkey. The way that Jupe was only saved because the table cloth kept him from looking Gordy in the eyes. The way that OJ and Em signal "I see you" before the final showdown. The violence of attention. The all-seeing eye. The panopticon. The camera obscura. The dark chamber. The spectacle.
Iâm a cis boy and Iâm constantly eggbaiting hot trans people online and irl.
I slip little calculated comments into conversation that make me seem like a repressed girl, or let out wistful little sighs at strategic moments.
I know Iâm evil but this is the only way girls want to top me.
this is the most egg thing I have ever heard in my life
here, spin this wheel to find out if you participated in stabbing Caesar or if you're just getting a participation trophy because you were there and said "yeah, get him!"
Why does everyone hate me
What am I doing wrong
if someone is regularly cruel to you, that's not okay at all. it doesn't matter if they do good things sometimes. they're hurting you, repeatedly. they probably aren't even giving you genuine apologies, right? at best, they just keep trying to justify their actions and wrap it up in pretty language and confident tone, don't they? does that sound like love and care to you? does that sound like anything other than self preservation and an attempt to keep control over you, so they can keep abusing/neglecting you without consequence?
that's not love. that's never been love. you deserve infinitely better, and i hope someday the both of us fully understand what it means to be safe and loved, as a mundane part of life. because that's how it should be. this is not all there is.
How do they all feel about living in the mansion together?
Believe me, he knows what hellâs like.
MY GUYS!!! MY UNCLES!!! AHHHHHHHH
rough char line up for @liefofbushtown's lcb oc kongming's canto - aka the ro3k canto - would love to polish this when i have time
-the peach bros' small and cramped fixer office sits atop a humble shoe shop -guan yu is a color fixer, choosing to stay with his sworn brothers in their office -cao cao possesses the sign and has affiliations with demian, serving as a passive observer of the story, and giving cryptic clues, his main interests are maintaining the balance between the three major offices -i also use cao cao for my lcb diaochan's canto, he serves the same role as a sign holder and guide -sun quan is a reluctant antagonist, where it's clear he's only opposing and contesting for the bough mainly bc it's his assigned job, and it's worse to refuse and/or fail than die trying -designs were rural northern uncle core for the peach bros, fusion of western and traditional eastern attire + mob boss aesthetics for cao cao and yakuza/street gang attire for sun quan to tell all three offices apart
One of my favorite things to hear when listening to the BTS of an audio series:
"This was never meant to be a series-"
y'all remember this iconic Death Note scene, right??
(static art below the cut)
totally how it happenedđ