I was looking for the man I loved. Or did I just love the idea of him, the face he showed me?
All I could do was follow the lines, pull a string. The things he’d done. The things he’d said. Who are we, if not the stories we tell ourselves?
So hey, that inktober thingy was fun and all but i think everyone can agree it’s time to go back to animation.
Sooooooooooo i did the gobelins/TAW 48 hours film challenge, and it was nonsensical. hello Balrog sempai.
But hey here’s maybe the only shot that looks kind of cool, i had like 40~ shots so i did each of them in like half an hower except for this one, it took me a full hower and an half, but damn it was fun.
i think calum would be totally shocked the first time you cried in front of him. like, you’re just sitting on the couch listening to some music together and suddenly you start crying. he starts panicking cause you always say that you never crying and there you are, bawling uncontrollably on the couch and he tries to ask you what is wrong and you’re trying to tell him that you used to listen to that song with an special person in your life that is not in your life anymore but he can’t understand anything because of your sobs. so he just moves closer and awkwardly opens his arms for you (because he’s never been in a situation where he had to comfort someone) and rubs your back until you calm down, leaving a few kisses on your forehead, silently telling you that everything’s okay.
imagine calum and you having a night in, watching your favorite movies and shows together. he’d have his arm around your waist and while you are completely focused on whatever that was on the tv, he’d be only looking at you, studying that vision so that he would never forget about it. and with a sweet whisper in your ear he’d let you know that you are “the love of my life”.
You know, actually one of my favourite things about Star Wars is how incredibly, brilliantly, hopelessly uncool it is. Like, Boba Fett is SUPER AWESOME with his armour and his guns, and he gets dispatched by accident in a mildly embarrassing way.
Kylo Ren is rocking his aesthetic and his snazzy lightsaber, but underneath that he’s just pathetic, and The Force Awakens takes pains to make sure we know it.
The battle for control of the galaxy ultimately comes down to a bunch of teddy bears throwing rocks in a field. The battle for Darth Vader’s soul is only won when a badass weapon is thrown away. And so on.
Hell, Star Wars is so desperately uncool it wants its cool guy hero to get shot at before he shoots so said
cool guy hero
doesn’t commit a dishonorable act. It is the squarest, nerdiest, most doggedly virtuous set of movies in the world, and I love it.