let alone used it

anonymous asked:

May I have an headcanon for Levi, Jean, and Eren? When their s/o kisses them on the forehead at random times?!. Thank you♥~

Levi:

•At first, he would tense because he’s not used to physical contact or affection, let alone when it’s unannounced.

•But he finds a warm feeling spread across his chest when he feels their lips touch his skin.

•The corners of his lips would curl up, in an almost smile, and he would have a light blush across his face.

•He would then “tch”, and proceed to attack his s/o with kisses. He plants kisses anywhere he can.

Eren:

•Eren would at first turn red, a bit of steam coming from his form from becoming slightly overheated.

•He would smile like an idiot, and pull his s/o close to return the favor.

•Now he looks forward to it, almost expecting to get one random kiss every day, and if his s/o doesn’t, he would pout until they did.

Jean:

•Jean would try to fight the oncoming blush but to no avail.

•He would pretend to hate it, but in reality he would be so flustered.

•He would then admit begrudgingly to wanting another kiss after the few moments of embarrassment pass.

“So how do you feel knowing Voltron Season 4 starts in a week?”

anonymous asked:

do you have an idea of a checklist for learning how to create digital art? like i know practice is essential, but i don't really know where to start or where to go from there. thanks so much xox

I think I can toss some stuff out here that might be of use.  Assuming an artist learning digital art starts from the beginning–owning a tablet & drawing program but not knowing how to use them–here’s an inconveniently long list of stuff that could help them.

TL;DR: 1, mess around till you’re used to drawing digitally. 2, study and create ad infinitum. 3, a bunch of tips that are pretty hard to TLDR so you should probably just go over em.  Step 2 is basically what you asked me NOT to tell you (“practice”!), but unfortunately it’s all I know how to do :,(

1) If you own a tablet that you plug into your computer (i.e., you don’t draw directly on the screen), feel free to spend a few weeks or even a month+ just getting used to it.  When you first start out, it’s really freaky drawing in one place and seeing things appear somewhere else, but trust me in that you won’t even notice the disconnect after a few months of consistent digital drawing.  I’ve been painting digitally for about 2 years now, and it’s actually slightly easier for me to draw digitally than traditionally.  [If you have a cintiq, or you use an iPad with Procreate, or something similar, then you probably don’t have to spend as much time in step 1.]

Keep in mind that it doesn’t matter how good you were with traditional drawing when you start digital; the mental disconnect you have will make it very difficult to think about proportions, values, edges, colors, etc.  You’ll probably notice yourself making mistakes that you wouldn’t normally make on paper.  Don’t worry about them, just keep drawing as you usually would.  Digital you will catch up to traditional you in time.  

For now, get used to blending colors, drawing somewhat steady lines that go in the correct direction, and fooling around with brushes and brush settings.  If you come across a brush that you like (easy to work with + pleasing results), it may help to stick with it as you continue to learn.  Digital doodles and sketches are good for this stage; though try to keep doing traditional work so your base art skills don’t atrophy.  

If you’re just starting out with Photoshop or Sai or Krita or whatever software you’re using, you’re gonna be intimidated by all the funky buttons and settings that you first see.  If it makes you feel any better, I use maybe 0.1% of the tools that Photoshop offers me.  When you start, all you need to worry about is the brush tool and control-z, maybe the eraser too.

2) Do studies as well as pieces from imagination.  You can move into step 2 as early as you please; you don’t have to wait until you think you’ve become “skillful” at digital drawing (in fact, this step is what will probably help you become the most comfortable with digital).  It’s alright if your colors are icky looking and your values are off (tip, occasionally turn the saturation of your drawing to 0 to check the values), because as long as you keep studying reality and appealing art & continually learn from your mistakes, you’ll get better. 

Always remember to study or at least appreciate the qualities of art you enjoy.  It’s the same thing that people always tell writers–you have to read a lot to write well.  You probably shouldn’t shield yourself from the influence of other artists; while you may think that this action would help you develop artistically in the manner most true to yourself, in reality the vast majority of the process of learning art will be honing in on what you find visually pleasant so that you may, in turn, express your artistic taste in your work.  If you look at other people’s art, you can pick out tiny aspects of it that you like and incorporate that into your style.  It’s a bit trickier to build a style without the “help” of other artists, though you can always turn to nature for help. On that note, I also recommend referencing nature as much as you can, because we as human beings are sort of wired to find natural designs, colors, and structures beautiful.  Look at nature for the universally beautiful, and look at art for the subjectively beautiful (i.e., enjoyed uniquely by you).

If you find yourself getting burnt out pretty quickly, then just paint/draw simple and small things for period of half an hour to 1 ½ hours a day (and switch back to traditional).  You can spend this time mapping out proportions, creating thumbnails of values/colors, drawing linework, or whatever.  Add complexity to your pieces as the months go by, and if you already have a decent foundation in drawing aim to create somewhat finished pieces after maybe four months to a year.  Please note that the second part of that sentence was something I completely made up out of my head, because I’m trying to quantify pretty unquantifiable concepts such as a “decent foundation in drawing” and a “somewhat finished” piece of art.  If you find it unrealistic, or just too easy of a goal, disregard it entirely.  It can take you half a decade to learn to make finished digital art, or you can get it down in a couple months.

3) Fun fact, there’s not really a step 3 as you stay in 2 forever, always studying and creating.  But there’s a few other things about digital art that you ought to know, so here they are:

• If your computer doesn’t make a fuss about it, I’d recommend working on a decently large canvas (at least 3000 by 3000; I personally prefer 6000 by 6000). You’ll get less defined edges and colors if you go below 1000 by 1000, from my experience.

• If you have a tablet with pressure sensitivity (you probably should otherwise digital painting is kinda hellish), go to your brush settings and set ‘transfer’ to ‘pen pressure.’  This is what makes it possible to blend.  

• If you’re having trouble matching colors while studying, you can always color pick the ref (in photoshop: bring the pic into PS and use the eye dropper tool) and compare its colors to your colors.  Some people add too much red to their skin tones, some people draw their highlights with overly desaturated colors, some people make trees and grass in their landscapes too green; whatever the case, take note of and correct errors that you consistently make.  

• Get used to using the transform/warp/liquify tools (liquify is technically a filter but you get what I mean).  They’re lifesavers for fixing proportion mistakes that you’ve only noticed 8 hours into a piece. 

• Give layers a shot.  I only work on one layer, but I’ve heard from people who divide their piece up into multiple layers that they’re damn useful (until you draw on the wrong one). 

• Flip your canvas horizontally every once in a while to make sure stuff hasn’t gone awry. 

• Screw around with color modes; they can do some really fancy things that are difficult to duplicate with normal digital painting, let alone traditional.  On the topic of colors, don’t be afraid to use somewhat desaturated colors (near the center of the color picker square in PS). There are some very aesthetically pleasing color combinations that you can make out of somewhat dulled colors.

• If you’re using PS, bind ‘step backward’ to control Z, not ‘undo.’  This is under keyboard shortcuts.  Set up a bunch of shortcuts that are the most convenient for you–personally, I only keep my left hand near the lower left region of my keyboard (my right hand is away from the keyboard and off to the right, drawing on the tablet), so I have all of my necessary shortcuts in that area.

This was a bit longer than I expected, but I figure that someone out there can get something out of it.  Cheers to you, if you do.

Listen up, allistics.

After what happened yesterday, I’ve decided to teach you the single most important thing you will ever learn about dealing with autistic people, especially under stress:

A meltdown is a defensive response, not an aggression.

Meltdowns happen because we are in pain - either the direct sensory pain of too much light or too loud noise or terrible textures or what have you, or the emotional pain of just being overwhelmed by so much input we can’t handle it, of being told were horrible burdens who can’t love, etc.

Meltdowns are born of pain.

In particular, they’re what happens when we can’t escape that pain. Y’all know about the fight-or-flight response? Well… that’s what a meltdown is. And all of those stories of autistic people destroying things or hurting themselves or lashing out at people? That’s what happens when “flight” is no longer an option. That only leaves “fight.”

We’re trying to defend ourselves from things that are hurting us, and you won’t let us. You stand between us and an escape from pain. That’s what makes us lash out, as surely as if you cornered an animal and poked it with a stick.

So how do you prevent this from happening? Simple. Find out what’s causing us pain, and give us an escape from it. Too much noise? Give us earplugs or a quiet place. Too-bright lights? Maybe we need sunglasses or a darkroom. Draining social expectations? Let us be alone for a bit.

Just let us escape the pain. That’s all we need.

(The implication of this, of course, is that people who think autistic people are inclined to violence? Are people who hurt us and keep us in pain. They’re abusers. This is something that has held up literally every time I’ve heard someone talk about how terrible and violent we are, and then describe their interactions with us. Every. Single. Time.)

being a history major

pros:

  • spies
  • know two entire dates and everybody thinks you’re the shit
  • All The Gay™
  • period dramas
  • Hamilton

cons: 

  • you know too much
  • everyone dies
  • historical inaccuracies
  • The Research Rabbithole 
  • everyone thinks it’s boring
  • ain’t war hell
  • umm actually
  • niche interests 
  • nobody gets your references
  • Hamilton
the slytherin

Albus Severus’ sorting as seen by the Marauders


James: *excitedly* Another Potter for the Gryffindors.

Lily: You don’t know that.

James: Of course I do. Look at James, he is a Gryffindor. 

Lily: That’s the stupidest argument I have ever heard.

Sirius: He is a Potter though and a Weasley, there’s no way Albus is not a Gryffindor.

Remus: Lily, you know there’s no use arguing them, why are you still trying?

James: Because the sky is blue?

Remus: Yeah, you have a point.

Lily: I know he will probably be a Gryffindor but I just don’t want to see you disappointed if he ends up in Ravenclaw or something.

James: *offended* A Potter? In Ravenclaw? Please, Evans.

Lily: Albus is nothing like James love, you might be surprised.

James: I feel like you don’t want him to be a Gryffindor.

Lily: Don’t be ridiculous, of course I do.

James: Doesn’t sound like it.

Lily: I swear you are like a child sometimes.

James: What’s childish about knowing my grandson’s house?

Lily: That’s the thing, you don’t

Sirius: *whispering* Do you want to break it up or shall I?

Remus: Be my guest.

Sirius: OI! Enough. You bicker like an old couple.

Lily: Technically we are old Black.

James: Also you are one to talk, like you and Moony are different.

Remus: Hey! This is not about us mate.

Lily: *laughing* Now it is.

Sirius: I hate it when they do that.

James: Okay, he is on the stool. Come on another Gryffindor for the Potters.

Lily: *knowingly* The Hat is taking his time with him.

Sirius: It had taken almost 2 seconds with James.

Slytherin!

Sirius: WHAT? I was rooting for you. We were all rooting for you!

Lily: Told you.

James: Sly– Slyth– Slytherin?

Remus: *shocked* You didn’t say Slytherin Lils.

Lily: Get a grip of yourself.

James: B-but he’s a– a– Slytherin.

Lily: *scolding* He is your grandson.

James: But Slytherin?

Lily: Snap the fuck out of it Potter.

James: I won’t, let me suffer in silence please.

Lily: He is an idiot.

Sirius: I’m going to go join Prongs in his silent suffering.

Lily: Seriously?

Sirius: I’m too disappointed to even make a joke about that.

Remus: I think I’m down for the silent suffering, too.

Lily: You are being ridiculous.

James: He is the grandson of a Marauder, you are being ridiculous.

Lily: Merlin, how did I ever become friends with them, let alone marrying one?

Sirius: You love us. Now, we shall suffer in silence.

9

“Jessica Jones is very reluctant to exist in the world, let alone use her superpowers. So she brings her attitude and biting sense of humor.” - Krysten Ritter, EW covershoot, 2017

haters be like
  • Jikook: * stare at eachother*
  • Hater: Jungkook wasn't looking at him, he was looking past him
  • Jikook: *hugs*
  • Haters: they weren't hugging, they were accidentally pushed towards eachother:
  • Jikook: *calls the other limited edition*
  • Haters: Jungkook hates jimin remember?
  • Jikook: *fucking sat on that inflatable unicorn*
  • Haters: FANSERVICE
  • Jikook: But we are in lov-
  • Haters: *see their ship with one of the two* OMG DID YOU SEE THAT? HE BLINKED AND THEN HE TOTALLY SMILED WHEN HE DID! THEY ARE TOTALLY MARRIED OMG!
  • Me: *flips a table*

MILK  &  HONEY                POETRY  RP  STARTERS  BY  RUPI  KAUR.
PART 1.   FEEL  FREE  TO  MODIFY  PRONOUNS.

❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜ 
❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜
❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜
❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜     
❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜
❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜
❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜
❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜
❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜
❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜      
❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜
❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜
❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜
❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜       
❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜
❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜
❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜
❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜
❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜       
❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜
❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜
❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜
❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜
❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜  
❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜
❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜     
❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜

anonymous asked:

Y'all coming in here with "I think The Brain gay and Sue Ellen pan" like inclusivity is great but these kids are ten that's unrealistic. At that age I didn't even know where my dick was let alone who I wanna use it on

hey that’s real fuckin neato YOU KNOW WHAT’S INTERESTING THOUGH is how for some totally strange reason, no one bats a gd eye at all the hetero relationships between children in cartoons or makes those relationships unnecessarily sexual AND YET as soon as you talk about the possibility of fictional kids being gay, suddenly it’s “i didn’t know who i wanted to use my dick on when i was ten” or “why are you sexualising children??”

REAL INTERESTING how kid characters can be straight and can explore straight relationships (with adult encouragement, mind you), while the very concept of a gay kid character is “unrealistic” and invites needless comments about sex 

it’s almost as if folks think heterosexuality is natural and pure and kid-safe whereas being gay is something inherently dirty and sexual or inappropriate…… hm….. makes u think………………  

Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance


“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.


The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.


Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

8

But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo. Sam looked at him unhappily. ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin–to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours–closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.

DUNKIRK (2017)
  • I just saw Dunkirk in 70mm and IMAX and
  • It was the single most amazing cinematic experience of my life
  • As you may have heard, there was very little dialogue throughout the movie which can make a film feel slow or even boring at times, but I was completely captivated
  • But never did I feel that the screen was bogged down with too many lengthy series of quick cuts
  • The angles used in the air were incredible and I’m sure not easily chosen
  • The use of silence in the film was fantastic and their timing impeccable; it was loud and quiet at the same time
  • HANS ZIMMER
  • His score was just too good, as usual (especially the bit where they’re trying to reach the boat in time)
  • Lee Smith is an editorial god
  • Christopher Nolan and the two mentioned above are literally the dream team
  • Can’t believe he wrote that cause, like, it’s easy to imagine something but to write it down in a concise way that doesn’t involve two characters just talking is really difficult let alone in a warzone
  • I commend their use of mostly practical effects and real props
  • There’s a point where it’s night and there’s a bunch of people in a lifeboat with flashlights (or maybe it was fire in the background, I can’t remember) while a guy shivers on the deck of a ship and it reminded me of Titanic
  • Real stories are eerily impressionable, at least in my mind
  • The depiction of what I would call the main characters was very well done
  • Taking fictional characters with a fictional story and having them seamlessly blend into the story of the movie, the story of the Battle of Dunkirk… Well done
  • It’s easy to believe that, despite being created, it may have been someone’s real story, something experienced by a real soldier on that beach
  • The events of the film are harrowing
  • So much emotion delivered in just 147min
  • Tom Hardy’s plane
  • His sacrifice and the way the men cheered for him
  • How they made us think that his landing gear wasn’t going to come out, but it did with the most beautiful colours (great colour scheme all around) of the sun lending its light for his landing down on the beach
  • How his plane became engulfed in flames, burning ablaze on the beach before he stepped into the Germans’ arms
  • It was the first time we see his face
  • But never once do we see the enemy’s face
  • It’s not about the enemy, it was never about winning anything
  • It was about survival and making it home to fight another day and in that itself is a victory
  • This story belongs to the British and although I myself am not a Brit, I have always been fascinated by this particular event in the war
  • (Sidenote: Go watch Atonement or YouTube it’s glorious 5-minute long single shot on the beach at Dunkirk)
  • My mind was basically blown when I discovered this one thing
  • Throughout the film, there’s this theme of “home” and getting there
  • Several civilian fishing boats travel across the channel in hopes of delivering soldiers back to England and like I mentioned, I saw the movie in 70mm
  • ((THANK YOU JESUS for allowing Christopher Nolan and Hoyte van Hoyte to bless us with these beautiful images))
  • At least, most of it was in 70mm
  • I immediately noticed that from time to time it would switch from full screen  70mm to widescreen 35mm. I assumed they were using a different camera for these shots/scenes, but I couldn’t figure out why
  • Then, in the car after the movie it hit me: All of the widescreen shots were of England, of home. You see, the civilian ships coming to rescue them were referred to and represented home so all the shots on the little boat were in done in 35mm as well as the ones at the end of the movie on the train and such
  • The reading of the newspaper was a nice touch made beautiful in a perfect movie
  • THAT ENDING
  • The boys on the train
  • The boy on the boat…
  • I could go on—but instead—
  • just do yourself a favour and go see it for yourself