it’s way easier for evan to write his letters when someone’s around to keep him company, and jared is the best candidate. despite complaining that evan is “ruining his chances of having any kind of social life,” he secretly waits for that text every day inviting him over.
“I’m fine, R.” Enjolras gripes as he tactically pushes up on his left foot, arm extending high above his head to reach for a coffee mug placed on the highest shelf in the cupboard.
And, he thinks, he is fine. Sure his foot is slightly swollen and colored an impressive purple after a particularly nasty tumble down the steps at Marius’s dorm building, but he doesn’t need a keeper. He’s fully capable of doing everything himself. The pain isn’t even that bad; he finds its maybe a six on a scale of ten. Completely manageable.
His balance suddenly teeters, and he finds himself falling to the side without the cup. He would have crashed to the floor if it weren’t for a sudden, lean arm wrapping around his waist to steady him from behind. Another arm reaches past his head to easily grab the mug he’s been attempting to get for the better part of two minutes.
“You clearly aren’t,” Grantaire says, voice rumbling against Enjolras’s back, and Enjolras ignores the slight shiver as warm breath brushes across his neck in favor of pursing his lips out into a pout and breathing out a low huff.
When Grantaire steps away to place the mug in the Keurig, Enjolras hobbles toward the table, bracing one hand on the back of a chair as he glares daggers at Grantaire’s back.
“I am fine,” he spits out, voice dancing across a dangerous flame threatening to burn the brunet’s back.
Sighing, Grantaire turns until he’s facing Enjolras with an arched brow. “Will you just sit down before you fall down?” E, I love you, but you are being an idiot.“ When the Keurig chimes right after his words, he turns back to it to finish preparing the coffee.
Enjolras blinks absently, focus zeroing in on the small, four-letter L word that Grantaire just used as if it’s nothing. He pulls a chair out and drops down into it, chair legs creaking loudly under the sudden weight.
He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, gaze boring a hole into the wall, that he fails to see the coffee mug placed on the table beside him, and his mind is so absorbed in tracing each letter of the word “love” that he fails to notice when Grantaire drops into a crouch in front of him.
Love, Enjolras thinks as he picks apart each letter in steady calculations. Since when?
They’ve been dating for only a few weeks. Isn’t it too soon to say the L word? He’s not sure; he’s not very experienced with dating since Grantaire is his first boyfriend.
Jumping, Enjolras’s eyes snap toward the worried face hovering in front of him. His eyes dance across Grantaire’s face, as if searching for some sort of explanation, but Grantaire appears to only be worried about him.
“Are you alright?”
“You love me?”
Grantaire jerks back, stumbling over his feet until his back is pressed against the counter. “W-what?” He sputters out as a burning blush creeps up his neck to his cheeks.
Enjolras carefully gets to his feet, leaning heavily against the table to spare his injured foot. “Just a minute ago. You said you love me.” He watches with narrow eyes as Grantaire’s face briefly falls as if thinking before he cups one hand over his mouth just as his jaw practically drops to the floor.
“I said-” Grantaire says, voice slightly muffled by his palm.
Enjolras limps toward the brunet until his face is inches from Grantaire’s. He latches fingers around the brunet’s forearm and pulls until he can see all of his face.
“I said I love you,” Grantaire breathes out, voice reflecting the surprise coloring his face.
Enjolras leans forward, pressing his lips flush against Grantaire’s. He can feel Grantaire’s arms find his waist, and he melts into the touch as their tongues dance about one another.
When Grantaire pulls away, Enjolras drops his forehead against the brunet’s. “I love you too,” he says quietly, and next thing he knows, he’s falling backwards as Grantaire tackles him with a hug.
The two collapse to the ground, and Enjolras winces as his foot is roughly jostled about. Instantly, Grantaire is off him, weight lifted from Enjolras’s chest by two hands pressed against the floor on either side of Enjolras.
“Are you alright?” Grantaire asks, voice laced heavily with a deep-rooted concern.
Despite his foot throbbing, Enjolras laughs and nods. “You love me,” he repeats, heart swelling when Grantaire’s worried face brightens with a wide smile.
dudedudedude imagine: remember when shiro said something about the red lion being the only lion to withstand the heat of the stars at marmora hq? so, the team goes to visit the hq again, and this time allura has to go (bring ur leader jazz). bear in mind red paladin lance. this could go either way. one: allura chooses keith to go, and lance realizes it was just an excuse not to take him. or two: allura takes the red lion with lance, but now lance us just another replacement for keith.
I decided to write both scenarios because I love them both!
I really tried to keep the characters in character
Allura Chooses Keith
“I’ll take Keith.” Allura pointed at the male who was staring at the two wormholes, indicating the Marmora headquarters.
Lance blinked a few times and immediately went into defense mode. “The Black Lion can’t withstand that heat, only the Red Lion can. Newflash I pilot the Red Lion now, so shouldn’t I go with you instead of Keith?”
Allura was silent for a few moments but eventually spoke “Keith will fly the Red Lion down since he was her paladin before. I understand that you pilot the Red Lion now Lance but Keith still has a very unique bond with her. If anything happens in the headquarters we can rely on Red to keep us safe, because she will do anything to protect Keith.”
“Also even though Allura is our leader I think we should send the leader of Voltron with her, and this case it’s Keith.” Pidge adjusted her glasses and looked at Lance, “since Shiro went last time it’s only logical.”
Lance nodded and faced the the screen displaying the two wormholes. He heard the two shuffle out of the room and he tightened his fist in anger? Was that the emotion he was feeling? No it was something different, something heavier than anger.
Lance walked over to his chair, that was in the room, and slumped down in it. Everything felt heavy and Lance didn’t know why. He watch Pidge, Hunk and Coran talk to Allura and Keith from the Red Lion and he felt the emotion grow stronger.
Was this an excuse? Did Allura not trust me enough to go with her? That can’t be true, we’ve bonded since Shiro left. Maybe there’s a different reason, maybe she wanted Keith to have another shot at learning about his past.
Someone asked Lance if he was okay and he gave them a firm nod. Nobody knew what to do and kept him in the corner of their eyes and Lance sat still, thinking. Thinking about why Allura chose Keith over him but no matter how much he thought he never found a solid answer.
Allura Takes Lance
“Lance we must go, we only have so many ticks before they close the headquarters off.” Allura spoke as she put on her helmet and made he way down to the Red Lion hanger.
Lance nodded and quickly approached Red, her particle barrier falling as soon as he entered her hanger.
After a few minutes Lance and Allura were on their way down to the headquarters.
Lance felt sweat fall down his back as he maneuvered Red along the path that was displayed before him.
“So, um princess?” Lance cursed at how shaky his voice was but he was anxious. Anxious that he would mess up and fail this mission. Keith wouldn’t be anxious.
Allura turned her gaze towards Lance “Yes Lance, is everything okay?”
Lance gave her a shaky nod, “yes, but why did you chose me instead of Keith? He is a better pilot after all and his bond is stronger with Red versus me.”
Allura was quiet for a few ticks, the only noise was the rumble from Reds metal slightly bending under the pressure from the wormholes.
“Well, I chose you because you are the Red paladin now. Even if your bond isn’t the strongest, Red is your lion now.” Allura gave Lance a small smile.
Lance nodded. “So if Keith was still the Red paladin you would have taken him?”
Allura nodded and Lance didn’t say anything else. He focused on flying Red but his eyes kept wandering the more he thought.
I’m only here because Keith isn’t Red’s paladin anymore. Did I replace Keith? Lance looked at Allura, who gave him another small smile. No, Allura replaced me. I was the Blue paladin now I’m forced to be the Red paladin. I replaced Keith and Allura replaced me. I’m always going to be replaceable aren’t I? Will I ever have a permanent spot in Voltron?
“LANCE WATCH OUT!” Allura screamed and Lance pulled the controls back. He was heading off the path straight into the wormhole.
Lance could here’s his team asking what happened and Allura touched his shoulder. “Lance are you alright?”
Lance nodded, “sorry I was just lost in thought. It won’t happen again.” Lance focus on flying, his thoughts burning in the back of his mind.
Don't you ever feel like Cas is very under appreciated??? Like don't you ever feel that sam and dean just use him to fix up their messes??? :/
Oh boy. My short answer to this is yes. I do sometimes feel like Cas is underappreciated, but I don’t think that Sam and Dean just use him to fix their messes. (I’ve seen Cas-haters argue the exact opposite, that Cas is the one causing problems that the Winchesters have to clean up.^.^)
I think part of the reason Cas seems underappreciated is because so much of what he goes through, he goes through alone and a lot of the time the Winchesters never even hear about it. So it’s pain that doesn’t even get acknowledged. Contrary to Sam and Dean going through horrible shit, they always have each other and they’re almost always certain that they’ll have each other’s support.
Cas has known the boys for years now and they’ve been through so much horrible stuff but he STILL feels like he doesn’t belong not really. He says as much to Mary in 12x3
Mary: After you left heaven, when did it start to feel like…like you fit, like you…belonged here? Castiel: Well, I’m still not sure I do.
It’s stuff like this that makes Castiel’s mistreatment and torture at the hands of the angels 10xs worse because nearly everything Cas does is for Dean. And even though Dean has called him family and brother, Cas still doesn’t feel the love.
I am hoping some of what happened later in s12 helped Cas feel a little bit better about his place with the Winchesters, but as recently as 12x19 he is still feeling like his only value lies in what he can do for them. He still is trying to play the role of protector or guardian for the Winchesters, prompting Dean to say: “ You’re not our babysitter, Cas, okay? That is not your job.”
I really just need Dean to open his mouth and tell Cas how he really feels. He’s been doing better, but we’ve still got some significant ground to cover.
For me the worst thing will probably always be Dean kicking Cas out of the bunker with no explanation (though leaving him in the hospital sucked too). It was a horrible thing to do to Cas when he was at his most vulnerable and I’m certain the message he got from it was that without his powers Dean didn’t want him. Which wow, it still hurts. But as hurt as Cas was by this, Dean later explained himself and Cas understood and forgave him. I think that’s really important to remember.
Even if the conversations between Sam, Cas, and Dean aren’t always shown or when they are it doesn’t seem like ENOUGH to warrant forgiveness, remember that it is enough for them. All three of them have made mistakes and bad decisions and they know what it’s like to screw up on colossal levels. Even if they don’t say it (well, Cas did!) they do love each other. And that goes a long way when you’re trying to forgive someone.
Another part of the issue is the show not including Misha in more episodes. Cas is always off somewhere else and at times it doesn’t make satisfactory sense as to WHY he’s not with the Winchesters. It almost always irks me and I hope Misha gets more episodes moving forward, because if he is so important to Dean I feel like they should be together more. Especially with Dean saying things like “ You, me, and Sam, we’re just better together” I feel like now, more than ever, they need to stick together. They did try to make more of an effort with explaining Castiel’s absence this season, but i still don’t know why it took him weeks to talk to Joshua when they plan boiled down to ‘your boyfriend has a powerful gun. Go steal it from him and shoot Kelly and her baby dead.’ I guess we’ll see…
So, for Jaune, 25, 34 and 43, asking for a friend... Of yours...
Jaune: For a friend of mine? If they wanted to know, they could just ask me, but okay. What’ve we got?
My idea of a perfect date
Jaune: Okay, so I answered this before, but I’m not that hard to please. A movie, some video games, maybe a game of chess… as long as I can see my date smile, I’m happy. I mean, you know. As long as we’re not doing something stupid like hunting Grimm in the middle of the night. istg nora
34 -What I find attractive in women
Jaune: Uh… I dunno. Passion? Intelligence, dedication… Talent. Doesn’t matter what kind of talent, just… talent. A beautiful smile, a warm laugh, a kind heart… I never really appreciated those before, but they’re
important. And… this is gonna sound so weird, but I think long hair and ponytails are super cute.
43- Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
Jaune: … So don’t tell her I said this, but Pyrrha’s like. Really hot. Like reallyhot. That’s just. An observation, you know. It’s not like. I mean, she’s my partner. Best friend. Just because I think she’s hot, doesn’t mean I wanna like, date her or anything. I mean, you know. That’d be weird, right? Right?
I just spent 2 hours watching Sherlock is Garbage and Here’s Why and it was the best 2 hours of my life. God, I am SO glad I opted out of this show in S3. I’m so glad I didn’t watch S4. I’m so glad I was never part of the fandom. (I’m also so glad I opted out of DW in the middle of 11′s run). Wow. Seriously, wow. Well done, sir. Well done.
Also, as an aside, this should be required watching for anyone writing in the genre. This isn’t just a everything that’s wrong with Moffat’s writing. It’s everything you shouldn’t do if you’re writing mystery and I couldn’t applaud it more.
Marco down at her as if she’d sprouted two more heads. She was practically lying in his lap in the recliner seats, sticky from when she’d spilled her soda, as the credits scrolled in front of them on the sixty-foot screen. It had been a really packed day for both of them, seemingly endless hours of Diazes, Phalanges and classmates parading in and out of the country club for Marco’s high school graduation party. After greeting and talking about his tentative plans with judgemental relatives until his mouth was completely dry, he and Star had taken in a late movie at the multiplex, nearly deserted on a Sunday night.
But it wasn’t an ordinary night of two friends watching a movie though, not this time.
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Folding Ideas: this guy talks about the basics of filmmaking and editing, as well as analyzing popular films for the principles he talks about in other videos. it’s convenient because he uses movies you’re likely to have actually seen, so it’s more accessible than, say, renting the complete works of Alfred Hitchcock. focuses on the technical aspects of movies, like color, symbolism, and framing.
Lindsay Ellis: used to be Nostalgia Chick, but broke with NC and branched out into much more detailed and intelligent critiques of film. has a couple of series, including “Loose Canon,” tracking the evolution of certain characters over time and how it reflects on the public that creates them; “Booze Your Own Adventure,” in which she and her friend get drunk and crowdsource YA satire; and some video essays, in which she dissects examples of bad filmmaking to explain their errors, using them as a “what not to do” of movies. her current project is “The Whole Plate,” a series which uses Michael Bay’s “Transformers” series to explain a variety of film theories.
KyleKallgrenBHH: creator of “Brows Held High,” which analyzes what we’d consider highbrow ‘ivory tower’ movies, things your average viewer wouldn’t necessarily understand (or want to.) he incorporates discussions of philosophy and references the classical works that a lot of modern “pseudodeep” highbrow media draws from, and he delivers it in a way that’s a lot more palatable than, say, 8,000-word essays written by elitist academics. a great jumping-off point for exploring more esoteric films.
hbomberguy: not exclusively a movie channel, but talks about the more literary aspects of media-making; i.e., analyzing of story structure, character development, and other aspects of narrative. usually makes long videos on his subject of choice, so each one is a substantial time investment, but he also provides the kind of analysis that justifies the length; i’d recommend in particular his video about Sherlock, which was my introduction to him and, more generally, an good demonstration of his analytical talents. he also has some videos for the sole purpose of mocking racists and sexists. those aren’t educational or anything they’re just funny
Lessons from the Screenplay: a little bit of everything. take a wholistic approach to filmmaking based on the screenplay, usually founded on the script, but also taking into account camera, light, & character design. like most channels on this list, they use contemporary films as vehicles for their analysis, utilizing pieces of the text to delineate what the screenwriter contributes to a movie and what the production team needs to bring to the table. i especially enjoy their videos about dialogue and subtext, which are useful for the aspiring screenwriter.
Every Frame a Painting: i first found their videos about sound design and cinematic score, which delighted me. like Folding Ideas, they specialize in technical analysis, but are different in that while Folding Ideas tends to focus on the flow of shots, Every Frame takes shots and moments individually to examine them and what makes them work (or fail). EF has a video on their editing process, which is great if you’re just getting into the business, as well as a couple on how to edit for your genre.
Someone in the notes of the last Leyendecker post I reblogged mentioned having difficulty telling his work and Rockwell’s apart, and I know from experience that many people get them confused, which is somewhat astonishing as, to my eyes, their styles are very distinct. Leyendecker was Rockwell’s idol and mentor, but they were very different people and were interested in portraying different aspects of humanity, even when the basic subject matter was the same.
Surface-level, here are some differences:
Leyendecker smoothed out faults and imperfections (in the young. he stylized them in the old); Rockwell exaggerated them to mild or moderate caricature
Leyendecker approached his paintings as sculpture- even the merest clothing folds are carved out of the paint; Rockwell approached his paintings as drawings- the underlying contour always shines through.
Leyendecker used broad hatching brushstrokes and areas of smooth shine; Rockwell used more naturalistic texture and lighting
Leyendecker created idolized, larger-than-life figures that feel Hellenistic in their perfection; Rockwell created intimate scenes populated by figures that feel familiar in their specificity
Leyendecker’s best and most comfortable work was as a fashion/lifestyle illustrator; Rockwell’s best and most comfortable work was as an editorial/humor illustrator
Leyendecker created beautiful still lives with his figures; Rockwell told compelling stories
Leyendecker often created erotic tension in his paintings; Rockwell almost never did.
See below: Two paintings of soldiers with women, but in Rockwell’s there is a clear punchline, and while the poses are contrived for the sake of composition, they’re not self-conscious. The women are pretty- as demanded by the central joke- but not truly sexualized anywhere but in the mind of the young soldier who is being overloaded with cake and attention.
Contrast Leyendecker’s soldiers with a young nurse. Everyone in this image is posing attractively- no one has their mouth full or ears sticking out. Each crease and fold is sharp and sculptural, and the light picks out their best features- in particular the shoulders and posterior of the soldier facing away from the viewer. There is neither joke nor story, merely a group of beautiful young people, portrayed with deft brushwork and graceful lines. (and check out that hatching! That’s indicator #1 that you’ve got a Leyendecker image)
Leyendecker was very comfortable with “hot young things wearing clothes”, and did them very VERY well, but his facility with idealization came at the cost of personalization, which was fine for fashion illustration, but shows in his domestic scenes:
Beautiful, but… cold. (Also, that hand on the left- who holds a baby with their hand like that??? Good lord, J.C.) Compare a Rockwell illustration (for a baby food brand, I believe) of a mother and baby: this is clearly a real and individual young mother and baby, interacting exactly how parents and babies really interact.
Even when they did basically the same content, and putting aside posing or composition or anything other than objective visual analysis, it’s still obvious who is who:
Red: NR’s smoother rendering vs JCL’s super cool hatching
Green: NR’s naturalistic cloth folds vs JCL’s sculptural stylization
Blue: NR’s natural lighting vs JCL’s world where everything is shiny
Now go forth, confident in the knowledge that you’ll never confuse a Rockwell or a Leyendecker ever again, and can refute any claim that their styles are ‘virtually identical’.