it was all supposed to be in colour ugh

before you get on my case by telling me “cheyenne!!!!  ofc the beauty and the beast was colourful look at all those colours!”

look me in the eye and tell me that this entire movie didn’t just look like the Masquerade scene from the 2004 Phantom movie.

like look at that, and then look at these stills from the new movie:

now look at these stills from the original animated movie:

look at those fucking beautiful colours!  all that beautiful contrast!

everything just looks so muted in the new one and everything’s some shade of gold with maybe a little bit of blue mixed in, but even when the blue is there it’s so muted it might as well not even be there?  it’s just so unbelievably boring and i am unbelievably tired of washed out colours and zero contrast just.  ugh.  Belle’s dress is boring enough, but there’s nothing for it to stand out against in that background.  where are you supposed to look?  even Gaston doesn’t stand out, especially since other people in that scene are wearing similar colours; the only reason he stands out even a little is because he’s been placed on a physically higher level than the other characters.  basically every single one of these costumes blends in to the background when it should stand out against it.

i’m not an artist, i’m not a designer, but there’s just no focus.  what is an audience supposed to focus on when the characters look more like part of the woodwork than the focus of the movie?  where are our eyes supposed to go?  this movie is just a couple hours of bland aesthetic when it should be bright and vibrant.  at the very least i should not feel like i’m looking at a bunch of fucking chameleons scurrying around a dead forest.  this movie is supposed to be bright and vibrant so why doesn’t it look bright and vibrant?  this isn’t Saving Private Ryan, so why is every single movie trying to code its colours to be that?

it’s frustrating and it looks ugly and dull.  there is no contrast where this movie desperately needs it, and to be honest it’s feels like looking at a talking hardwood floor for ninety minutes.

I saw scottlava paint a brilliant picture for Psychonauts’ anniversary and I had so many Psychonauts feels. I had also failed to recognise that he’s the art director of the game and I screamed internally. after following him for so long oTL

so i decided to draw Edgar of Black Velvetopia :u one of my favourite characters from the game.. (my all time favourite, I plan to draw soon 8))

Black Velvetopia is my all time favourite level though.. the colours on black is my ultimate favourite combo *__* hnng

Edgar Teglee©Psychonauts
art n stuff©moi :U

30 day Tolkien Elves challenge - Day 24: Who is your favourite elf of all times?

There are many elves in my top ten favourite elves list. But while the order of the list changes regularly, the number one spot is fixed. And it belongs to Maedhros.

Let me talk to you about Maedhros and you’ll understand why I like him so much.

Maedhros, to me, is impossibly strong. He survived his time at Thangorodrim and came back fiercer than before. The orcs fled before his eyes! Lose one hand? Become even deadlier with the other one. The fire in him, I believe, burnt as fiercely as it did in Fëanor.

Maedhros couldn’t even be killed. No one could end his life, he did it himself. He went through EVERYTHING and lived. Bound by the oath and the inevitable foul deeds (I know he could have chosen to not do what he did, but I say inevitable because he believed he had no choice). He tried so hard to do the right thing, he tried to keep his family together, to keep his brothers together (and under control), to keep his people together! For he knew and understood the issues among the Noldor and even if his brothers did not agree he tried, again, to do the right thing, and yielded his crown to Fingolfin to see if he could somehow have peace and to unite his people. Maedhros was strong and wise and good at diplomacy. He would have been a great King.

I believe that at times he wanted to die. That he risked his life half expecting to be killed. Because there was so much pain. Pain inside of him, pain all around him. Death and destruction wherever the enemy went and wherever he and his brothers went. Death follows them. There was hate and pride everywhere. He’s not a coward, but he must have felt tired, yet at the same time he wanted to survive, he had to survive! Because he had to be there to protect his brothers. He always put everyone before him. He had to be there to achieve what his father couldn’t and maybe then he could try to make things right again. But he had to succeed first and he would not rest until he did it. But everything was against him. His uncle gone. His brothers making things worse with Doriath. Betrayed by men and the little hope that he had managed to feel taken away from him. The oath kept ruining everything. And suddenly his best friend was also taken from him, the friend that had saved him when he had asked for death.
As if that wasn’t enough he then lost his brothers. Not in battles against the enemy but against other Elves. He must have known how stupid that was, what an utter waste to fight amongst themselves when they had a common enemy. Yet there was no choice for him, he had to do it, he had to reclaim The Silmarils, each and every one of them.

Do you see how strong he was? Physically and mentally. Imagine the amount of pain that he must have felt in the end to finally decide to put and end to it. The Silmaril that burnt his only hand as it had once burnt his enemy. He knew, the Doom of the Noldor had been spoken, the consequences of their actions he had seen them, he had lost his brothers because of it. Eonwe had warned him, it was in vain. But he couldn’t stop not when they had risked everything, lost everything and yet got so far. Imagine how bad it must have been for someone who had already gone through every terrible thing that could have been thought of only to come back stronger and still able to hope. Imagine how bad it must have been for him to finally lose all will to live and to actually leave one of his brothers behind, the brother that had been most with him. If Fëanor’s rage and despair drove him to rebel and kinslay and leave his halfbrother behind, Maedhros’ led him to take his own life, led him to no longer be able to see as clearly as he used to. He who had always been the voice of wisdom and tried for diplomacy and keeping everyone together, he was suddenly lost and even if Maglor was there, everything was lost for him, it was the end. And for the first time in his life he couldn’t take it anymore and he put an end to it.

I think it makes sense that although his body did not burn the way his father’s did, he still was consumed by fire.

Maedhros was tragic and heroic and beautiful. As it happens with every Feanorian I will not justify his deeds but in every evil deed he tried to find a way to do some good and that I admire.

These are the reasons why he is my favourite elf from all the elves that have ever walked on Valinor or Middle earth.

(Now think about Maedhros hanging from his wrist, singing despite all the pain when he hears Fingon’s voice. Yes beautiful. Ugh, I love him.)

anonymous asked:

can you please write a longer version of the royal!au yoonjin on your twitter?? :D

I’m more comfortable writing it on Tumblr, is that okay?

Prompt: Royalty!AU where Yoongi, the prince of Northern Islands was betrothed to Seokjin, the prince of Oceanna. The marriage would seal the alliance between two kingdoms, but Yoongi was pretty sure that it wouldn’t seal him with Seokjin, because he was never one to marry and he hated this pretty-looking Prince from the South (who sings in the bathroom at five in the morning. Who does he think he is? A fucking warbler?) with everything that he got. At least, that’s what he thought.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you do ISTP INTP ISTJ INTJ studying together for an exam?

ISTJ: Let’s study biology today.

ISTP: Again? But we just did it yesterday.

INTP: Biology is fascinating! You learn all kinds of wacky facts like-

INTJ: That’s irrelevant. Let’s just study what we’re gonna be tested on, or it would be a waste of time.

*30 minutes later*

ISTP: Ugh, reading these chunks of texts is so boring. I wish we could do practicals instead. That would be so much more interesting.

INTP: Yeah, like for the chlorophyll experiment, we could use different coloured filters and see how it affects the rate of photosynthesis.

ISTJ: The last time we did that, you ended up adding in random things like soap to test your “hypotheses” of how different substances affects photosynthesis.

ISTP: Well, to be fair, it was all in the spirit of curiosity.

INTJ: We weren’t even supposed to do that. It was a guided practical, for goodness’ sake.

INTP: I agree with ISTP! Wait, what if we injected ourselves with leaf extracts? Would we turn green and be able to photosynthesise???

ISTP: Who wants to be our first test subject?


INTJ: …ISTJ, let’s go study somewhere else…