my cancelled-able trait from the queer community would be that i really apparently love messy endings. i love u happy endings and i also love u such sad, messy, ambiguous endings . . . i love u endings where u have this weird pit in the bottom of your stomach because you know that there's love here but u have no idea what to do with it and u just have to deal with the fact that someone is profoundly affecting your life and you're not gonna get closure from it anytime soon . . . i love u queer love stories where it's really just "u don't always get to see the sunshine and rainbows at the end of it . . . sometimes all that's left is just one big question mark and the quiet hope that they get their shit together" . . .

Some Thoughts on 35mm: A Musical Exhibition

I never finished high school, I haven't written an essay in years, and my media literacy is pitiful, but I thought.. what's there to lose? So, here goes.

This post isn't quite about the themes of 35mm, but more about the framing. I've been thinking a lot lately about the idea of each ensemble member being a single consistent character rather than a fluid and how that might work. I don't think it's been directly stated anywhere whether that's the case or not, but I'd like to give my reasoning for why I think it is in some ways. Maybe I'm blatantly restating something everyone already knows, but hey, can't hurt to think aloud, right?

Stop Time gives us the framing, a photographer and their photos. For a long time I considered it and Finale the only bits of the framing, two bookends. Looking back now it seems a bit obvious that the transitions would also a part of that, but I guess I sort of dismissed it because the entire ensemble took part in them. Which is where I began thinking about the idea of there being photographers plural. Or maybe more accurately the photographer and their audience.

Each song a photo and each transition an analysis by the group also hearing and seeing the stories like we are. Maybe some of the viewers are also subjects of the photos. I've heard it said that the Idle Boy is a character consistent through the musical, if that's the case perhaps he's both a sitter and a friend of the photographer, viewing their work along with others.

In this way, I see the songs like expressions of the artist statement and the ensemble during them more of a non-diegetic visual. Sort of like a group of friends reading a book and taking turns reading dialogue for each character, except you know its not happening and is for the benefit of the fourth wall.

So, I guess in conclusion, to me the framing of 35mm is a gallery show, populated by a photographer and their friends. A discussion between an artist and thoughtful onlookers, a group which may even include the subjects of some of the art. A show and tell of sorts! Just a thought!

Well, I WAS playing Fallout 4... 😒😒😒😒😒

Do you have Mitski song recommendations? I've been meaning to start listening forever but really only know a few songs.

Okay so I think my top three songs from her are I Will, Heat Lightning, My Love Mine All Mine, and I’m Your Man.

I Will is very kanej end scene 🤝 philas end scene 🤝 olivercelia

Heat Lighting itches my brain and there is a triple layered version on YouTube sounds very 🤌🤌. It also has philas end scene vibes in my head

My Love Mine All Mine is very Rosalind in FHH I think.

Then I’m Your Man I enjoy because it is extremely Phoebe coded because of the way religious imagery and the dog metaphor is used

If you want to cry listen to Class of 2013 and think about Phoebe 😃

Should’ve Been Me is also very good and also an excellent philas song

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that specific scene where oliver’s walking away from the pub and This Modern Love by Bloc Party plays… mhm mhm i think about this often, yes i do.

Peepaw

I was literally possessed and couldn't do anything until these three doodles were done. Hyacinth by @catboymoments showed up in my "For You", I had a vision, and this is what the vision was. Dadleb Wittebane has been blessed with yet another Grimwalker to give his love to (and he can twin with this one!! Without them being mean like some other Grimwalker *cough* hayden *cough*) Maybe one day Hayden Wittebane's story will get out of my drafts, but for now! You can all thank the fact that I was scrolling on "For You" for this pleasant meme/meeting/thing. Dialogue under the cut and in Image descriptions!

[Left Image top left corner states Hyacinth Park by catboymoments Caleb "Dadleb" Wittebane + Hayden Wittebane by @hex-wittebane] Hayden, about Hyacinth: Just like their Peepaw. Caleb, suddenly stops spinning Hyacinth and is angry: Call me "peepaw" again. I dare you. Hayden, off screen:

PEEPAW

Caleb sets Hyacinth down off screen and starts chasing Hayden: You might have given me these prosthetics, but I will kick your Grimwalker ass with them!!! [Middle image, side one] Hyacinth, about a bloody shovel: Is this yours? I found it in the closet. Hayden: Ah... Yeah. Used it to bury the dead animals I tried to gift to Belos as a kid. He grounded me for the blood trails. Hyacinth: Boo! Hayden: Tell me about it! Caleb isn't cool either. He was afraid I'd be Belos^2... Want to go grave robbing? Hyacinth: Sure do! [Middle image, side two] ✨GRIMWALKER COVEN✨ [Image on the right] Final move to the dragon dance from ATLA but with Hyacinth and Caleb. And yes, it was Caleb's idea.

hiii mini announcement time!

recently ive been doing some thinking about nicknames since ive been posting more poetry and things like that where I use the pen-name ‘angel’. originally, I used the nickname ‘starry’ because it connected to my old url when I first joined the fandom and some of my followers liked calling me starry. when I switched to my angel era urls, I changed the nickname from starry to ‘angel’ and that was cute. but now im with the deancaskiss url (which is my everything <3) and I feel like the nickname ‘angel’ just doesn’t fit me anymore. so ive been thinking about it for weeks, and I finally found a new nickname that i feel fits me and feels like it captures my personality and my writing style, along with not necessarily connecting it to a url so I can continue to use it whenever I change urls in the future.

the new nickname is bubbles 🫧

im going to be using the name bubbles with content like poetry and edits (and maybe even some new doodles and other creative content in the future!). I really hope y’all like it as much as I do! as with everything, y’all are welcome to use the nickname bubbles, or continue to call me bex jasmine or oliver since these are still the two names I prefer using on a day to day basis. I just wanted to find a new nickname to use as my pen-name and bubbles feels perfect. all 3 names are now in my bio, so please use any of these names that you’re comfortable with <3

I love y’all, thanks for always supporting me and being so amazing 💙

I love when my Spotify AI seems to have a breakdown and subjects me to such delights as "increasingly harsh scream rap", "obscure British house music that's 10 minutes per song", or today's oddity, "just Greta Van Fleet for 45 minutes"

Came here from the RQ stream, stayed for all of The Mechanisms content ❤️

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Well, uh- welcome♡!! I'm making a game! Or im gonna!

Hopefully, about hnoc if the mech fandom votes right :D (i really wanted once upon a time(in space) cause Nastya, but who says i can't hide some Easter eggs in hnoc, hm? Besides- hnoc go brrr)

Have a smol n happy galahad as a welcome treat!! :) Oh, oh! and i have a bunch of art!! But i think ye saw it all judging by my notifications ^^/lh

Ooh for todolf, 💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss??

He's pacing the floor, going over what he wrote and sent to Szeps over and over again. There's really no use worrying about it - as far as he knows, his pseudonym is safe, and his friend has a tendency to water down his most scathing remarks lest they be caught in the jaws of the censorship office. But he worries about another thing still - about whether what he's written will have any impact at all. His father has never once commented on Julius Felix, and as it is, it seems like no-one else's opinion holds any value in the empire.

Rudolf looks up, still frantic, and comes face to face with steely eyes fixed onto him. Even though the depth of them can be enough to calm him on some days (an overbearing calm, like he's sinking into dark, thick water and what little he sees of the surface is covered by ice), today is not one of those days. Tod stands there with his arms crossed, watching him, and Rudolf all but runs to him. He reaches out, pleading for his friend to let him near; to his surprise, Tod does, seizing both of his forearms with a tight grip.

"I want you", Rudolf mutters. "Now."

"You're being unreasonable", Tod says. "It is not your time and you know it."

Rudolf does know; when a mood like this descends upon him, he's everything but reasonable. But he cares little.

"It's never going to work", Rudolf groans. "You've seen countless coups fail, countless revolutions be snuffed out, and those were led by people who had more to offer than a sheetful of big words. The people will never understand - they think the only way they'll ever be free is through nationalism. And it'll ensure that the empire is fractured into tiny pieces before I ever have the power to make things right."

"Rudolf -"

"You don't understand", Rudolf snaps, surging forward, stopped when he's but a breath away from a kiss by two fingers pressed against his lips. There's a dark finality in Tod's eyes, and Rudolf knows that after he's said his piece, he'll probably vanish.

"My prince", Tod says, soft, with no admonishment in his voice. "I'm the only one who -"

He's silenced as Rudolf wrenches his hand away and presses his lips against Tod's before his friend can pull away.

A chill spreads into Rudolf's bones as soon as he realises what he's done. He feels Tod's hold of his arm tighten painfully, sharp nails digging into his skin. There's no going back, and there's no telling what will happen once it ends, so Rudolf doesn't pull away; neither does Tod, instead bringing down his hand to tug Rudolf in closer by the waist.

Eventually it does end, as all things do. Rudolf is surprised to find himself still standing, although he's not sure how much of it is because Tod is holding him up.

Tod frowns at him, leaning in as if to kiss him again, but Rudolf never quite feels it before everything goes dark.

me when my dad is actually like weirdly supportive abt the trans thing (to an extent) and weirdly open to learning abt it and all it takes is… me directly communicating it! who the hell would have thunk

my favourite pants just ripped so obviously im coping very well (autistic about inanimate objects)

Something that happens to me occasionally and is very annoying: some stranger loudly questions my gender, their companions gleefully join in (with rude comments, laughter or just noises of disgust)

Something that also happens to me occasionally and is delightful: some stranger loudly questions my gender, their companions immediately tell them to shut up and stop being an asshole

Something that just happened to me for the very first time (still undecided on how I feel about it): some stranger loudly questions my gender, their companion nonchalantly replies “Whatever it is, it’s hot”