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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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Based on the comment section between you and @whositmcwhatsit on that ask 👀 what palm springs girl 🫣 and any interviews you mind sharing of him on downers that i can listen to? I’ve never really paid attention I don’t think

This is a 1972 interview where I can REALLY tell his is fucked up....

I found it here and orginally got that link from @lynettethemadscientist's amazing compilation of interviews and film links....

As for the girl... warning the guys say she was 14, but she was actually 18 and @whositmcwhatsit very kindly added a newspaper source in their reblog.... here is the excerpt from Alanna Nash' Elvis and the Memphis Mafia book .... as a side note, anything Alanna Nash wrote or interviews she did should probably be taken w a grain of salt.

MARTY LACKER: That year, ’71, was when the overdoses started. The worst one happened after a show at Tahoe. Sonny told me about it. Elvis saw this girl in the second row, and he was really taken with her. She was a teenager. Real innocent. A nondrinker, nonsmoker. Didn’t even wear makeup. And she was crazy about Elvis Presley. She and her mother would drive to Vegas to see him. And her mother was with her at the Tahoe show.

Elvis waved to her from the stage, and after the show, he told Sonny to bring her backstage. She sent her mother home, and she stayed with Elvis that night and, actually, for quite a bit of his engagement. He’d give her pills so she could keep up his hours.

One night after the show, they went to Palm Springs. Elvis was taking Hycodan, which is a narcotic, analgesic cough syrup. In large doses, that stuff’s dangerous. Elvis and this girl were drinking it out of champagne glasses. They didn’t go to bed until about four A.M., and when they did, they took their Hycodan with them.

By one o’clock the next day, Elvis wasn’t up. Sonny banged on the door. And when Elvis didn’t answer, he went inside. It was like a meat locker in there, Elvis kept the temperature so low. Sonny said Elvis was sprawled across the bed lengthways, and his breathing was real erratic.

Well, Sonny freaked out and went and got Hamburger James. And it took a while, but they eventually got Elvis up, and slapped him back to consciousness. Then he took some Ritalin and came out of it.

The girl was another story. She was in much worse shape. They couldn’t slap her awake, and she barely had a pulse. Sonny said she was dying right there in front of them.

They phoned Dr. Kaplan and he came up there and called an ambulance. He was shocked at how far gone she was, and he warned them that she probably wouldn’t make it. She was already turning blue. Elvis was telling him what to do, you know, “Just give her a shot of Ritalin and shell pop out of it.” I think everybody was pretty disgusted by that. But he used to just hand out Ritalin tablets to all of us in the late sixties. Elvis was just Ritalin nuts. He always thought no matter how bad you got, that’s all you needed. He also thought it was a good way to wake up.

Charlie was there, and he and Sonny followed the ambulance to the hospital. They pumped the girl’s stomach and hooked her up to life support, but Dr. Kaplan was still saying he didn’t think she’d live. But Elvis just waved it off. He said, “I told her not to drink so much of that.” And he went in the bedroom and called Colonel Parker and John O’Grady, I think, and Dick Grob, to make sure the Palm Springs police stayed out of it and that it didn’t hit the papers. And then they came up with this plan that if she did die, Charlie would take the rap. He’d say she was his date, and he’d given her the stuff.

Elvis and the Memphis Mafia

Well, something like seventeen hours later, the girl came to. Charlie and Sonny went to the hospital, and Sonny said when he touched her arm, she came halfway off the bed and started hissing at him like a wild animal. It scared the shit out of him. The doctor said she was suffering from oxygen deprivation to the brain. Elvis paid her hospital bill, and he had Joe get in touch with her mother and offer her some money. But the mother wouldn’t take anything. She said they’d never sue. They didn’t want to hurt his image.

The thing is, Elvis never got in touch with that girl. Didn’t go to the hospital and didn’t call her when she got out.

Later on, Joe ran into her and her mother again in Vegas. They were there for the show, sleeping in their car. He got a room for them at the hotel, and Elvis paid for it. Sonny went to see her, and she told him she didn’t hold Elvis responsible. But Sonny said her whole personality had changed.

Elvis and the Memphis Mafia

LAMAR FIKE: I think this thing with the girl in Palm Springs got really close to Elvis, and the fact that she almost died scared the water out of him. And I think he thought, “Holy shit! I really got off lucky here! So let’s not bring this up anymore. I don’t want to think about it.”

But pretty soon he was back to his old ways. Elvis could pick out a girl in the third row, six chairs over, and say, “She’s going to go down tonight.” And he’d be right.

BILLY SMITH: He had a lot of fear there. At first, it was fear that “God, if she had died!” And then it was, “That dumb bitch! She could have jerked me down right with her and ruined my career!” He totally denied the fact that he was the cause of it.

MARTY LACKER: Elvis was a very selfish person in some regards. He did what he wanted to do, and he didn’t give a shit the way it affected anybody else.

BILLY SMITH: I think to some extent Elvis lost touch with the feelings of other people. He changed from humble to hard. Deep down, Elvis was a good person. He was just a victim of a lot of things that changed him and made him the way he was. He got more depressed in later years. The drugs enhanced the pressures, made them seem a lot worse. But he didn’t deal with them directly. Instead, he chose to take more drugs.

There were a lot of times I hoped he would snap out of it and become the strong individual that I’d seen in the earlier days. When he really wanted to, he could still focus and say, “Hold it. This is the way it’s going to be.” But he did that less in the later years.

pages 517 - 520

I would like to point out that this was 1971!!!!!!!! And all those boys just kept on working for him......

The worst part of reading this for me is that yes, its scary and horrifying, but I also know if I was in active addiction drinking hycodan I could absolutely see myself wanting to share that with a play mate, get them on my level, and not thinking about how my tolerance was accumulated over many years and my own study of pharmacology.... when you are doing that level of drugs you become completely desensitized to what is normal and not normal behavior. I also relate to wanting to use my power to get someone else to take the fall.... Elvis was the first mega rock star in many ways, he didn't have anyone ahead of him whose example he could really follow.... Rudy Vallee? Bing Crosby? Johnny Cash didn't stay sober until 1992.... in many ways, through the shortfalls of his management, his film career, his drug addiction, Elvis was our sacrificial lamb to rock stardom... a Shakespearean tragedy....

The truth is, while I haven't lived that level of success or lifestyle, I can relate to Elvis in every aspect of his being, which is why I forgive him (is it my place, no, but I am one of his fans, so maybe yes?). Is it weird that I want him but also see parts of myself in him???? But also, when I write him in fic, I must confess that he is always an amalgamation of my own fantasies and my character study of him......

Sorry Bri - this got away from me, as it usually does.... here is a happy photo of him from 1977 to remind us it wasn't all dark, from Hawaii where he had luck kicking drugs for short periods of time....

xoxoxo Norah

#elvis darker side #enabling enablers #poor charlie though

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oonajaeadira · 10 months

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Hi darling! What's on your agenda for the week? Any fourth of July plans?

Hey kitten.

Actually, not too much just yet. It's super rare that I should be this open in June/July of any year. But my show for the summer is a remount so we'll start rehearsals later than usual. I'll tell you what I should be doing. I should be taking my car in to replace brake pads and shocks. Y'know. Fun grown up shit.

And I hope to get to some writing this week, but I'm still dealing with this dumb tendon bullshit. It's definitely on the mend, but now's not the time to break the RICE routine.

Speaking of rice--but a different kind--and speaking of a different kind of rice.... I'm a master at white rice. Give me a good basmati or jasmine grain and a stovetop and I will give you perfectly cooked rice in 20 minutes every time. But I am struggling with brown rice. My goal is to get at least a decent pot by Thursday. One of my friends just had his second heart attack (he's only 37) and I'm doing a meal train for him and his wife on Thursday. I'm not a great cook and normally wouldn't cook for others, but these two are good friends of mine and totally non-judgy and will very openly just eat something else if it's really not their thing and I'm 100% okay with that. So I picked the healthiest meal I love to make. The baked salmon and the homemade pickled cucumbers are easy for me. But I generally make seasoned white rice with the meal and he's on a whole grains/brown rice only diet. So I've got a few nights to figure it out.

I really hate America Day. Our neighborhood kinda gets nuts with the fireworks and it'll go on for at least two weeks. Freaks out the dog. Keeps us awake. Not really a fan of loud noises, mosquitoes, alcohol, or heat, and that's pretty much the holiday in a nutshell so we tend to avoid it. There's an ordinance in our city that every home should be within walking distance to a park, so we have a lot of public green spaces. Which, most of the year, is awesome. But this time of year it tends to get overrun by whizzing frizbees and screaming kids.

But the holiday weekend's a long one--boss gave us Monday off too. I'd like to get started working on my fall show (I'm reworking and performing all the music), but I can't currently play with my wrist jacked up. Maybe I can get caught up with my fic reading? Or at least make a dent in my list???

We do have a sweet old one-screen cinema in my neighborhood--like one of those that has a velvet curtain and a working organ and an actual organist comes in and plays before the show. It's got a Dairy Queen on property and the cutest old gay couple own it so they get all the films we want to see and play a lot of great cult stuff. They're currently playing Asteroid City and I wouldn't be surprised if they do a last-minute Anderson retrospective, so we might walk over to that.

Especially if it gets hot. Because we don't have AC in the house. We do have an AC unit in our rehearsal studio, so maybe we'll set up an air mattress and a projector and do movies in there!

What are your plans for the fourth?

Blow up my inbox

#ask games

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leiflitter · 3 months

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Lol no what I meant was if oliver post leaving felix alive dissapears off the face of the earth and then is in the Movie Saltburn - wherein everything is real up to felix dying like how would felix react to the movie of him (in this version I feel like they'd get the rights to film there through elsbeth who would be fine wihh it as long as the film is beautiful)

But also I love your disowning route too 🤔wonder what he would have to do to be disowned

SELL JAMES'S SUIT OF ARMOUR

But hmm screenwriter oliver manifesting things- i feel like at first he would absolutely take it with a grain of salt. Like no way it's him, the hot oxford boy is called Lux Carlton (because let's not get sued) and obviously it's super fake...

I think it would be a PROCESS. Like he'd eventually watch it after everyone being all OMG IT'S YOU FELIX and slowly be more and more freaked out, but hide it... then watch it and rewatch it, before accepting that it cannot be coincidence. He actually SAID THAT. He WORE THAT OUTFIT. What the fuck...

So then it's time to hire a private investigator to find out what the fuck is happening here.

#leiflitter answers

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nuttytani · 3 months

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My manager is a total grandpa but he can kick some ass?

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Tartaglia | Childe x Zhongli

Premise: Ajax is a popular idol named Tartaglia and is known to be a bratty prince and hard to work with, or so they say. His agency has hired him a new manager, since his previous one quit, yet again!

Fic can also be read here on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51099172/chapters/129105334

chapter 1 link

Chapter 2

Ajax is still unsure how he exactly feels about his manager– since he still radiates that “I know it all” energy. Don’t get him wrong, though– there are no complaints when it comes to his manager’s work ethic. Zhongli completes his job meticulously. He is never late to work, picks and drops Ajax on time, and gets healthily balanced home-cooked meals for him (yes- his manager apparently wakes up at an ungodly hour to cook him nutritious food for the day because he cannot trust convenience store foods).

“Pray tell, why are you cooking me meals? When you can order something,” he says while looking up from his phone.

Zhongli clears his throat and observes Ajax taking hold of the pair of chopsticks while opening up the lunchbox to reveal steaming rice. “As an idol, you are required to keep your body in peak condition, which means eating healthy and balanced meals.”

He fumbles with the utensils, trying to place his fingers correctly, but eventually gives up and holds it in a stabbing gesture. To which Zhongli widens his eyes.

“Now please– don’t–”

Mid-sentence and Ajax has already pierced through the fluffy bed of rice with his chopsticks and proceeded to spoon the grains out.

“–Stab your.... chopsticks into your rice…” Zhongli falters, frowning at the action.

“... Oops? Too late,” Ajax says while trying to take a bite of whatever he caught.

With a heavy and exaggerated sigh, Zhongli grumbles, “Please refrain from doing that. It’s considered to be a rude and an insulting act in Liyuen culture.”

How was he supposed to know something like that? Ajax feels like scratching his head about why the brunet even brought him chopsticks instead of a pair of spoon and fork instead, which he asks for after apologising for his cultural faux pas.

But gets immediately rejected.

“One needs to fully appreciate Liyue’s food with appropriate utensils. Then and only will it taste flavourful,” says his manager, with a quirk of his brows, and observes Ajax, who makes a mess of his food. So he keeps suffering throughout the lunch, barely able to enjoy any spoon– err– bite– ahh he doesn’t know. He couldn’t enjoy his lunch. Case closed. Of course, his devilish Mr. Zhongli still didn’t get him a spoon and fork.

It had been a long day of work. Ajax feels incredibly tired, not to mention the unpleasantness of the wet clothes sticking to his skin since he is drenched from head to toe with water.

He thanks one of the crew members who handed him a clean towel to dry himself.

Today was another shooting of the romance drama that he had gotten a role in. The directors called it the “Scandalous and Explosive Triangle”. He’s not a fan. It sounds like some trashy clickbait type of drama with no actual plot. But he has no say in this, so he prays that one of the crew members is clear-headed enough to suggest a better name.

The scene they were filming today was a confrontation between the two love interests of the female lead. The primary love interest, basically the main lead, would warn Ajax ( who is playing as the role of the second love interest) to stay away from the love of his life. Ajax’s job was to act like the crazy and obsessive freak who couldn’t get over the girl who showed him the bare minimum of kindness. While, his colleague was supposed to act possessive and protective over his girl.

By the decision of the set director, this scene was being filmed at night, in a park. They also wanted to create a somewhat intense scene so the crew brought in rain towers. Which is why he is completely wet alongside the main lead.

However, the directors of the show felt like something was missing in the scene and they couldn’t pinpoint it. So they would have to redo the scene once more. Which was not that much of a big deal, but all the actors involved in the scene would have to dry themselves, wear new clothes, and redo their makeup and hair. Fix anything else that needs fixing. Thankfully, it was dinner break time, so everyone had a couple of hours to spare.

As if on cue, Zhongli came running in with a couple of tote bags in his hands and took out a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie. He hands the pair of clothes to Ajax.

Since it was dinner break and the crew would need to remake the set, he had enough time to eat food and relax for a while.

He gives a quick smile at his manager. “Thanks, Mr. Zhongli. Here, let me grab those.” Ajax takes the bags into his arms, and the two chat while walking back to his trailer for the shoot. He glances at Zhongli and asks, “Have you had dinner yet?”

“Not yet, I’m afraid,” Zhongli replies with a weary smile.

“Hey now, I know you’re a busy guy, and so am I, but you have to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhongli! Eat your meals on time. That’s the least you can do, yes or yes?” Ajax furrows his brows as he says to Zhongli, feeling guilty about his manager’s busy schedule. Fatui Entertainment jammed-pack his schedule, to make sure he doesn’t leave the spotlight. It has its pros and cons. Sure, his fans adore the fact that he’s active, but, he barely has time to wind down neither does his staff; including his manager who is the busiest out of them all.

It seems Ajax said something right since Zhongli responded to his words with a warm chuckle.

With a twinkle in his amber eyes, Zhongli counters, “Perhaps you should take your own advice, Ajax. Anyway, hand me those bags. I’ve made us both meals.”

“Please tell me you’ve brought a spoon and fork this time.” He pouts, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

“Worry not, they’re tortilla wraps. No cutlery needed.”

Ajax dramatically sighs and makes a show of wiping his forehead. Not before handing those bags, though. He fishes for the keys from his damp jeans and opens the trailer door.

“Let me take a quick shower and then we can both eat,” Ajax announced and made a beeline for the bathroom, while Zhongli placed the bags on the sofa and took out the packed bento boxes onto the nearby coffee table.

Ajax comes back in a few minutes. His hair is still slightly damp but he doesn’t care, as he grabs for the wrap placed on the table and sits on the sofa next to Zhongli. The exhaustion from the entire day is now creeping up on him, after his shower. His body aches and his eyes burn, his body is practically screaming at him to sleep, but he can’t. Not yet at least.

“It’s good, thanks for the meal Mr. Zhongli,” he speaks after taking a bite from his wrap. His manager is a superb cook, no doubt about that. Hopefully, he doesn’t quit like all his other ex-managers. It hasn’t been that long now, only a month since Zhongli became his manager, and he hopes it continues that way. The man is competent in his work and seldom makes silly mistakes.

“I’m glad, please have more. I’ve got extras packed and some snacks. Rest a bit after this, you’ve been busy since this morning, plus, your shooting will be about 12 hours long today– don’t worry, your schedule tomorrow is empty. Try to get some sleep during the break hours,” Zhongli says as he, too, takes a bite out of his tortilla wrap.

It doesn’t take long for his break time to end. He is called by a fellow crew member; to change back into new clothes and get his makeup and hair done.

“Alright! Just a minute!” Ajax pipes from where he sat and slowly rises.

Back to work! He thinks. Ah, if only he could take a good smoke right now, it would have ended the dinner perfectly, but he can’t do that with his manager next to him. Ever since Zhongli confiscated all his cigarettes, Ajax has been having a hard time with his withdrawal symptoms. He needs to feel something in his mouth after a hard day of work, but his ruthless manager took all of them away. He doesn’t have a single one in his possession. Not even the cheap ones he had for emergency cases.

They all got thrown into the trash. If the man even found Ajax sneakily purchasing a new pack and taking a quick smoke, he would grab the offending piece of cigarette and throw it away (not before stubbing it out, safety first). On days his manager felt a little sassy, he’d chop the cigarette with a pair of scissors instead of grabbing it, and into the trash, it went.

“Mr. Zhongli… Why do you have scissors–”

“Oh, for no reason at all.” He smiles, a little too sweetly.

“Doesn’t sound…. HEY NO, STOP!”

“Oops? Too late.”

“Don’t oops me…That was completely intentional.”

He swore that Mr. Zhongli’s glasses did that evil anime glint thing, as he pushed it up his nose.

The entire shooting day passed without a hitch, thankfully. None of the actors had to redo scenes, which was a blessing and the crew wrapped up around early morning the next day. Ajax was more than exhausted. He was wrecked and carnally needed the feeling of his soft bed and buttery sheets against his tired body. Barely, he could stand on his legs as he opened the door to his apartment.

Ajax stumbled in like a drunkard.

His shoes were haphazardly taken off at the entrance and he doesn’t even remember where he threw his clothes off. Mindlessly, he just grabbed the pair of pajamas that were on top of the pile in his closet and he put them on.

He threw himself onto his sweet-sweet bed and let sleep take over him.

Ring-ring

Or not. That was his work phone, and it’s probably important. With a groan, he slapped his hand over his bedside table and tried to grab his phone. It was currently 10 AM and only a few hours passed since his shoot. He checked his notification, and it was a message from Zhongli. Something something concert next week– ah yes, he has a solo concert in the coming week. He quickly replies with a thanks and goes back to sleep. Wishing that no one else tries to interrupt his beauty sleep.

A few days later, he is called to Rosaline’s office yet again. Did Zhongli quit? Was he too much? In Ajax’s humble opinion, he wasn’t even mean to Zhongli, so he wonders what it might be about. He’d be super sad if his new manager quit though, he thought this one would last.

His thoughts are interrupted, as Rosaline looks up from her phone and stops the tap-tappy noises she was making with her red manicured nails against the wooden desk.

“You’re here, took you some time, huh? I was tired of waiting,” she makes a sound of disapproval and looks at him with a piercing gaze.

“At least I’m here, and I’m only 2 minutes late. What do you want?” He rolls his eyes.

“Now, now, don’t be so rude, my dear Childe,” Rosaline drawls and continues, “How’s it going with your new manager? This is just a check-up meeting, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

“Not bad,” Ajax gives a curt reply. Check up? Hah. He’s never had checkups about what his other managers were like, so why now? If Rosaline is here to waste his time, then he won’t hesitate to walk out of the door.

“Hmm, that means he’s pretty good, I assume. Well, I do have a good sense for competent people,” she praises herself and laughs, almost like a witch but he won’t tell her that.

“Anyway, that’s good to hear. Keep that up, as I told you previously, don’t let this one run off. Otherwise, the paparazzi will be at your neck, and so will I. Zhongli is one of a kind, you do not know how many strings I had to pull to get him.”

“Not many, don’t be such a sloppy liar, he already told me how he got the job.” Ajax tries to refrain himself from doing another eye-roll, instead, he rubs at his eyes. They’ve been burning for some time now, but he keeps chalking it up to being worked to the bones.

“....Whatever.” Rosaline frowns at him but opens her mouth again as if remembering something, “Oh, don’t forget the concert this Friday. I’ve informed your manager to keep your schedule empty till Thursday so do what you will till then.”

“Lady, that’s not even a full three days of vacation! And yeah, yeah… I know, Mr. Zhongli already reminded me last week.”

“It’s paid vacation. And good. Get some rest. You look like death warmed over, and do something about those raccoon-like-eye bags!”

“Fine. If that’s all then I’m going, see ya.” He waves at her and abruptly turns around– his vision suddenly blackens for a moment before returning to normal.

Rosaline observes him carefully before calling out to him in concern, “Ajax, you alright? I keep telling you to take care of yourself..”

“Just felt a bit dizzy, don’t worry!” He responds with a smile. Though Rosaline and him love to bicker like siblings, he knows she cares for him, just as he does.

As if unsure of his answer, Rosaline furrows her brows. “You look a bit more flushed than usual.”

“Did a workout before coming here,” Ajax counters.

“Oh, so that’s why you were late.”

“Shush, it was only 2 minutes!”

You may have noticed, but I'm not well versed with idol activities, or well, how filming in general goes. I've tried to mix match how idols/drama actors and film actors work on shoots. So it's not exactly perfect. Let me know if there are any typos ^^;; kind of rushed this haha-

[1] Directors - generally guides and controls how the drama/film's visual or artistic aspects

[2] Working hours and break times - if you're shooting a scene, it can take up to 12 hours or more, although the directors try to wrap it up around 12 but it's hard. You get 3 huge breaks, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They last for a couple of hours. You do get a 5 minute break during every 1 hour of filming though.

[3] Residence - when you're filming a drama or a film, actors need to have a temporary place to stay. They usually get a room to stay in a hotel or trailers, which are convenient. Ajax has a temporary trailer, because he just needed to for a day, so he'll be back in his apartment soon.

#genshin impact #childe #zhongli #tartaglia #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #zhongchi #tartali #zhongchili #zhongli genshin impact #childe tartagalia #genshin tartagalia #childe tartaglia ajax #tani writes!!

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austenpoppy · 5 months

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Nightfall: at dusk - Prologue: Night monsters

Ao3 link: Nightfall : at dusk - Chapter 1 - Austenpoppy - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Fanfiction.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14301937/1/Nightfall-At-Dusk

Summary:

2001. Ron and Harry are working hard at the Auror Academy to become full-fledged Aurors, while Hermione is trying to find her place in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Ginny is training with the Holyhead Harpies. Everybody is trying to overcome what happened in the war to focus on building a better future, and life seems easier than it has ever been. However, darkness is looming on the horizon as Muggleborn and Half-Blood wizards and witches disappear before being found out weeks later, their dead bodies having been experimented upon. Meanwhile, Ron has more and more trouble dealing with the aftermath of what happened with the locket...

I can't believe I'm actually starting to post this. This is going to be the first fanfiction I publish, but it is a gigantic project that I have started years ago, when I was barely out of high school - and it's very close to my heart. It all began in a rather boring geography class in 2017 (I'm sorry, Mr. D, I can't say I care about mussel culture in Thailand) where I had let my imagination wander, doing one of my favourite hobbies: inventing stories with one of my favourite characters of all time (in case that was not clear, I'm talking about Ron). I was thinking about one scene from one of my favourite childhood movies (the fantastic "Azur and Asmar" by Michel Ocelot) and I was replacing the characters from the animation film with Harry and Ron, imagining how they could have ended up in that situation and what could happen after.

The entire universe of Nightfall was born from this one scene alone.

If you start this journey with me, my fellow Internet friend, this is going to be a long, very long ride. The story is so huge I divided it into three parts, each of which have their own "arcs" so to speak. The good thing is that I know exactly where I'm going, and I can assure you that considering there are already six years of work put into this project I am not likely to ever abandon it. You should rather feel sorry for my dear friend and beta Vivithefolle who not only had to hear me talk about this project for years, but also had to read some chapters in complete disorder, with some notes from me to explain the context or background information. Thank you so much, Vivi, you motivated me to write at a time you were my only reader and I had this crazy idea I would write all the chapters before publishing them (no this did not work out, but no one can accuse me of being impatient... six freaking years of work...).

However I want to be clear and honest to my potential readers: this is not going to be a happy-go-lucky story by any stretch of the imagination. I am going to write about mature and sometimes very dark subjects, even though if you know me, you may have guessed I rather like humour and am not really fond of cynical and hopeless works. I, however, am a sadist, as you will have the displeasure to discover once you see how I treat Ron (I'm joking, I'm joking...or am I ?). I don't want to say too much, but let's just say people who came here for a feel-good story without any angst will be thoroughly disappointed.

As a side note, I consider this work to be canon-compliant, given that I only consider the seven original books as canon and take what J. K. Rowling wrote on Pottermore with a grain of salt; but "Nightfall" is not my headcanon of what happened after the war either. Consider it more like an evil twin of my actual headcanon.

Now let me introduce you to the world of "Nightfall", or the story that has been living rent free in my head nearly everyday for the past few years. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it, and I'm proud and extremely touched to present you with my first published fanfiction (I also feel very self-conscious, but I guess that was to be expected).

Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted in the original book series belong to J.K. Rowling. Most unfortunately.

Trigger warnings for this chapter: graphic depictions of violence, disturbing imagery

(See the end of the work for more notes).

Prologue : Night monsters

Sunday 7th January, 2001 - 2 am.

It was a very cold night. Thaddeus gripped the pants of his cloak tighter against himself, trying to warm himself up as best as he could. As he exhaled loudly, his breath came out in a silvery steam before disappearing. His lips were chapped, and he could feel the cracks on them that would probably end up bleeding.

He found himself thinking wistfully of the warm bed in which his wife was waiting for him at home. Images of himself with his head going deep into his soft pillow, pulling back his fluffy blankets over his body, and kissing Magdalene goodnight before going to sleep with a contented smile on his face flooded his mind. He fidgeted, feeling irritation slowly rising inside him. How long would he have to wait?

Magdalene was certainly trying to fight off sleep until he came back, though she was most likely too groggy to last long – Calder, who had turned three in November, was in his oppositional phase and was exhausting them both. Thaddeus had been in the Auror Task Force for more than twenty years, and Magdalene had been his wife for well over fifteen years now, but she still worried almost as much as she did back when they started dating.

She worried even more those days considering what had been happening lately. Eight wizards and witches had vanished in the last month and a half in mysterious circumstances; two of them had ended up dead, their corpses dropped in random places all over the United Kingdom. And to top it off, all of the missing people had either been Muggleborn or Half-Blood, something that the media had been quick to point out.

Of course, worried whispers had emerged ever since Fidvi Khokhar, the second victim, had disappeared, and those whispers had grown louder and louder every time another person had gone missing. A collective shiver had taken over the wizarding community, that was paralyzed with fear at the idea that somehow, You-Know-Who had managed to come back from the dead yet again.

About two weeks earlier, when Conri Hartnett's body had been found five hundred miles away from the place he had last been seen, stupor had seized Aurors and civils alike. Of course, everyone had felt very sorry for his family, though nobody had ever doubted that the former Unspeakable had been killed - there was even a strange relief that had gone hand in hand with the discovery of the corpse, since victims of Death Eater who had disappeared were very rarely found.

Yet, despite this small relief, horror and fright had quickly made their way into everybody's hearts at the knowledge that Hartnett's body had been experimented upon. Thaddeus had not seen the body himself, and photographs of the corpse had been forbidden despite outcries from scoops-hungry journalists, but he had heard other Aurors shiver while recounting the tale in the common room.

The picture those Aurors had painted was the kind that you only saw in the most terrible nightmares. Hartnett's fingers, hands, arms, legs and foot had apparently disappeared, replaced instead with translucid tentacles reminiscent of a jellyfish. Meanwhile, his head had taken up a more cubic-shaped form, while his hair had completely fallen off. Furthermore, the rest of his body had been covered with a bad rash. The Aurors who were at the crime scene had said you could barely make out the place the human body ended and the jellyfish started, as if the two were one and the same.

Really Thaddeus couldn't imagine much more terrible fate. The Auror department had not even allowed Hartnett's family to see the body, let alone get it back for a proper funeral. As of now the scientific team was still trying to figure out what had happened to Hartnett exactly. So far the only things they were sure about were that the kind of jellyfish Hartnett had been merged with was a species of the family Oceaniidae, and that dark magic had been involved in the twisted process of Transfiguration.

Two days after Hartnett, another body had been found in Cardiff. This one, too, had been awfully disfigured. After a bit of investigation, it had turned out to be Donovan Kovalenko, a British Ukrainian citizen who had worked as a secretary in the Ukrainian embassy until his disappearance, and the last person to have disappeared.

Unlike Bartnett, he had not been blended with a jellyfish, but with a bowhead whale. His face had been completely unrecognizable, and it was only because of a very specific birthmark that the scientific team had been able to identify the body.

Just like with Bartnett, Kovalenko's transfigured corpse had been found very far away from the place he had last been seen, since the Ukrainian embassy was based in London. What was more, he had also been found in a completely different region than Bartnett, whose body had been discovered in a little town in Scotland, Tobermory.

All in all, Thaddeus thought with a shudder, there was something really dark going on, but no one could tell whether this was the work of a serial killer, of Pureblood fanatics, of a human trafficking ring, or something else entirely.

Thaddeus didn't think Magdalene had any reason to fret today, though. If the situation he'd been required to deal with had been dangerous, he wouldn't be hanging around waiting for the Hit wizard on duty to come and let him know what was going on. It was probably some kind of drunk wizard who'd destroyed public property thinking Trolls were attacking him. Two months ago he'd arrested a man who had been bothering a neighbourhood in London, believing himself to be Celestina Warbeck. The fella had sung all night with a croaky falsetto voice that seemed immune to the most powerful Silencios.

Merlin, he hated being the reserve Auror at night, but he needed the extra money.

Just as his mind was going to go down a rather dark route he was nonetheless accustomed to, he noticed a familiar figure coming right toward him, looking grim. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Harvey?" he asked as they showed each other their Auror badges and checked each other's identity. "What're you doing here?"

"Nasty business, Thaddeus", Harvey replied sombrely, shaking his head, while Thaddeus followed him. "A young witch who was on her way home after a party stumbled upon the body of Lucinda Backstreet. Lynn's team is already on the crime scene."

Immediately, Thaddeus felt his shoulders slump, and his heart constricted. It was going to be a long night. Magdalene's eyes would give up the fight against sleep well before he would be able to go home, and the first thing he would do when he did go back to his house wouldn't be to kiss his children or wife but take a huge glass of Firewhisky.

Lucinda Backstreet was one of the eight people who had disappeared in the last weeks. A young girl from Bristol, enthusiastic and passionate about the protection of magical animals. One day she had left her home to go to the weekly meeting of her club dedicated to the defense of the rights of magical creatures, and then nobody had ever seen her again. Her disappearance had really caused a stir nationwide. Not only was she the youngest victim, but her father, Cyneric Backstreet, was a well-known businessman who had made a fortune selling transportable strongboxes that were charmed to repel most common spells.

Walking toward her corpse reminded Thaddeus as to why some days he thought that he should find another job.

Neither Harvey nor he were speaking, and the only sounds that could be heard were that of their boots on gravel. After a few minutes spent in silence, they finally approached the crime scene. Thaddeus noticed that a few members of the scientific team were already there, looking for evidence and preparing the body for transport, including the Team Leader of the scientific team herself, Auror Lynn Oliver. Thaddeus gave a nod in her direction, which she answered grimly.

Thaddeus looked around for familiar faces, and he saw Monica and Griffiths acknowledge his presence with a small wave, though they quickly got back to what they were doing, both of their faces incredibly serious.

When Thaddeus finally laid eyes on Lucinda's body, he felt himself repress a gag and he had to quickly avert his eyes. The young girl was spread out on the pavement, her face turned toward the starry night. Her expression would give Thaddeus nightmares for months. Her mouth was contorted in pain, her cheeks were tear-stained, and her glassy eyes were wide open in terror, telling a story of terrible suffering.

Though her face and chest had remained human, her stretched-out arms had been turned into something else, just like the previous victims. This time, as far as Thaddeus could tell, the monsters responsible for the murders had tried to turn Lucinda into some sort of part-Phoenix creature. While the shape of her arms was visible, they had been saddled with very big wings, covered in those unmistakable red feathers typical of Phoenixes. Some of them had seemingly burnt, as they had turned black and were emitting a dark smoke that Thaddeus instinctively backed away from.

Lucinda's hands were still present, but her fingers had elongated, and were contracted, as if she had had a seizure. Her legs, too, had been partially Transfigured. Thaddeus could see feathers coming out from under her pants, that had clearly been buttoned up hastily, and her feet had been turned into sharp talons, onto which no shoe could be put, though her shoes had still been put beside her body.

"I can't believe I'll have to be the one who'll tell Cyneric Backstreet that his daughter is dead, and that her death was clearly not a quick, painless one", sighed Harvey next to Thaddeus.

"Is that why you arrived at the crime scene before me?" Thaddeus asked, his voice laced with sympathy as he looked up at Harvey. "The emergency code for the missing persons' case?"

"Yeah, I was the one from my squad on duty tonight", Harvey replied, his breath turning into vapor as he exhaled. "The witness fortunately remembered it, and I received the signal thirty minutes ago. Right now Gallaway is taking her deposition."

Harvey jutted his chin toward a young woman, who couldn't be older than twenty-five and was in a clear state of great agitation. She was standing a few feet away from the crime scene, and was talking to a black-haired Auror in uniform that Thaddeus had only met a few times.

Thaddeus crouched down to look at Lucinda. He could not imagine the horrors she must have been through, and he shuddered as he thought of her father, who had openly wept in the Aurors' Office when he had been told there were few chances that Lucinda was alive after the first two bodies had been found.

As a father himself, Thaddeus could barely bear to think about that happening to his own children. Lucinda's face was so youthful that it was just plain wrong to imagine her doing anything other than laughing with her friends, complaining that she had too much homework, or giving animated speeches about endangered species.

Feeling dejected, Thaddeus turned his face toward Harvey and declared quietly: "Poor girl. She wasn't even seventeen."

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He was stuck on a chair in the tent and felt dirty. He looked down at his hands. He had been so sure he had cleaned them several times before, yet they looked filthy, dusty - all those adjectives finishing with a - y that applied to him because he was such a terrible person.

"Nothing will ever wipe your hands off your betrayal. It's too late. But has there been a time when you were at their level? Has there ever been a time when you were worth their brightness? No, and you know it. You're a dark creature, Ron Weasley, with even darker and hideous thoughts. I have seen your heart, and it is black. You have tried to keep your jealousy and your mediocrity hidden, you have tried to ignore the calls of your inner nature, but hear me out - you have failed."

"Do you see them? They are outside, in the sun, in the light. They shine very brightly, don't they, Ron? Their skins glow, their eyes sparkle, their smiles warm up everything around them. Do you see how much happier the world seems to be with them in it? Birds sing again, flowers are blooming, and Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are the stars the sky was waiting for."

“You are in the dark, and you will remain in the dark. You are seated in dust because you are nothing more than dust yourself. Actually, to be perfectly honest, your surroundings were welcoming and comfortable until you showed up and sat down in this chair. Crazy how you spoil everything around you. See, here, the tissue the tent is made of is quickly falling into pieces. Your mere presence is enough to destroy what is around you... Unless the objects you are surrounded by somehow feel how evil you are, and they'd rather turn to dust than stay with you any longer. Choose which hypothesis you prefer."

"Aaaah, they're coming your way. I will never understand why they decided to keep you with them, despite your darkness. But I will never understand real kindness either, so I will drop the subject. It was your redemption, Ronald. They were your redemption. You could have atoned for your sins. You could have let them crush you so they would climb higher and finally reach the sky where they belong. You could have done something useful for a change. Yet you spoiled your only opportunity. You spoiled everything, as usual."

"Now you're not even worthy enough to be a footboard for them to climb. You are just dust on their shoes. Dust, dust, dust. They will be so happy to wipe this dirt off their shoes. Even coming near you dampens their spirits. Their smiles are less warm, their eyes are less bright, their skins a lot paler. So are you going to spoil them, Ronald, like you did with the tent, or will they finally beat you and turn you into dust? Given how furious they look, I bet it's the latter."

He felt cold. Harry and Hermione were looking at him with a freezing glare and a scornful snarl at their lips. He shivered. And swallowed. He knew he had fucked everything up. He knew he deserved their anger and more. He just didn't want them to be upset over this, over him and his stupidity. And if he was honest with himself, it was also terrifying to be on the receiving end of their hatred.

"Listen", he choked, "I-I can't say how sorry I am, because no word will ever be enough. I am also...I am also so happy that you accepted to take me back to help you. I promise I won't be a bother. Don't mind me. I'll just do what you need me to do and disappear from your lives forever after if-if that's what you want. Please don't throw me out !"

But Harry and Hermione were not listening to him. Their freezing glare had turned into a flaming and scalding hot look and they were burning him. He was very hot. He was sweating. He felt drops falling on his face. The locket was weighing on his chest. It was so heavy. It hurt. He felt like he was melting.

He looked down at his hands again. He was actually melting. The skin of his fingers was going brown and was softening; small drops began to fall on the floor of the tent. Ploc, Ploc. They were forming a puddle and it looked like mud. In fact, he was sure it was mud. He wanted to yell, but he couldn't. His face was already melting, joining the puddle on the floor.

Ron woke up with a start and sat up, gasping for air. It had been a nightmare. Just a fucking nightmare. He ran a hand across his face, shivering from head to toe, and felt wetness on his cheeks. Fuck it, he had once again been crying in his sleep. It was the fourth time in seven days. Even as a child Ron hadn't been that much of a wuss, even though George liked to remind him that he'd kept taking refuge into one of his brothers' beds (or Ginny's) whenever he was scared, and that until he was eight.

It wouldn't matter as much if he had been crying for anything else. Not that he preferred the other nightmares, mind you, but he just felt pathetic for turning into a sobbing mess all because he'd been too weak to resist an effing necklace. Harry was particularly affected by Dementors. Nothing less than Bellatrix Lestrange could make Hermione truly terrified. Ginny, who had been possessed by a diary, didn't flinch at the mere presence of a book.

But him ? Ron could already imagine George making grand gestures wherever he went: "Alas, my dear Sirs, gentlemen, thou shall make place for the delicate Ronniekins in his worn-out PJs, for he fainted when the dreaded locket came into his dainty view. Please bring the smelling salts while we're fanning his pasty white and freckled face and he's letting out little whines of distress. He's the king of wimps, thou see, and he can't bear the sight of lockets, less he be crying like a famished baby !"

Yeah. George'd be the kind of asshole who'd offer him a pacifier if he knew what kind of nightmares was making Ron cry in his sleep.

Ron looked down at his hands, the real ones this time. Goddammit, they were still shaking. Bloody frickity freakering fuck, he thought as he closed his eyes in frustration, why did he have no control over his own body? Why did he have to act like he was a ninety-something-old buffer who needed help to take a piss?

Why did he have to ask himself stupid questions that nobody would answer?

Even though the bedroom was completely silent at this hour of the night, Ron could still hear his heart thumping madly in his ears, and despite himself he couldn't help but feel like the locket was still whistling behind him, making his skin crawl. Sweat was running down his back and had already soaked his armpits, and yet for some reason he was cold, goosebumps erupting all over his flesh.

And he still had this impression of someone hissing near him, and the room was closing on him, and his pyjama top was glued to his skin, and he didn't like the way the sheets were trapping his legs, preventing him from moving... Unable to bear the situation any longer and feeling like he was suffocating, Ron yanked the sheets off his part of the bed and got up quickly, before pulling his sticky pyjama top over his head and throwing it on the ground.

He took his wand and started walking toward the door, though he couldn't help himself and stopped to throw a glance at Hermione once he was in the doorframe. She was sleeping peacefully, her wild brown curls framing her head like some kind of fairy tale princess. The moonlight was lighting up her beautiful face, and she had a contented smile that almost made him want to go back to bed to kiss it.

Leaving the bedroom, Ron crossed the corridor and went into the small kitchen of the flat, and immediately put water into the kettle to make himself tea. He cast a heating charm on the kettle, took his favourite mug, and put a teabag in it. Waiting for the water to boil, he put his outstretched arms on the counter and sighed, his head lowered toward the sink.

It was the third time in a week that he'd had a nightmare about the locket. It wasn't surprising per say, because it was January and it was always around this time of the year that Ron had the most vivid nightmares in regard to the locket, but it still sucked. Especially because it'd been three years already, and some part of Ron had - foolishly - hoped that the nightmares and his locket-related terror would have subsided by now.

But nope, he mused as he stared at the happy light brown dog on the mug running around and chasing a butterfly. He still had dreams in which he could feel the heavy weight of the locket on his chest, preventing him from breathing. In which he was trapped in an endless stream of dark thoughts echoed by the locket's whispers, reminding him of all the times he had felt worthless. In which he kept leaving the tent as Harry's scornful stares and Hermione's cries followed him even after he woke up.

At the same time, he knew the nightmares were the last thing he deserved for ever having walked out on Harry and Hermione. He'd never been good enough for them in the first place, but deserting them when they needed him most was irredeemable, something that the locket, whether it be through his nightmares or flashes, kept reminding him of.

At this moment a whistling sound made Ron's heart do a somersault before he realized that it was only the kettle boiling. He poured the hot water into his mug, added two and a half sugar cubes to his drink, steeped the teabags in the water, and as he adopted the same waiting position as before his thoughts went back to the place he had among his two best friends.

He was thankful Harry and Hermione still wanted him in their lives, and somehow he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, when they'd wake up and realize he'd been nothing but a cock-up all this time. Truth be told, part of Ron had to pinch himself every morning when he was reminded that Hermione wanted to be with him, of all people, and that he got to be an Auror Trainee with Harry, who still thought Ron had his back.

So he'd keep trying to enjoy every moment while it lasted. It was not always easy, because every little thing seemed to remind him of a memory in which he'd fucked up or that showed how insignificant he was. Yet Ron had learned to cast the memories aside in order to focus on more important things, like his family, Harry, Hermione, his other friends, or his studies. The hardest part in all this was to not let his useless feelings get in the way of things.

Ron could say with some pride that he'd grown way better at dismissing his gross feelings of jealousy and insecurity compared to when he was a teenager. Sure, sometimes he slipped up because he was still a moron, he pondered as he turned a spoon inside his mug. But all in all, so far he had managed to keep his selfish desires in check - mostly.

He kept making efforts to show others, and more particularly Harry and Hermione, that he had changed. For that he needed to make sure they didn't notice he still had the same old feelings, or at least he needed to let them know that those feelings would never be a burden to them again. Of course sometimes they couldn't help but notice a few things, like this time Ron had casually let slip that he thought Hermione often favoured Harry over him and it had ended up in a huge row with Hermione as she yelled he was just being a possessive jealous sod trying to stifle her. Or this time he had jokingly told Harry he was Mum's favourite and Harry, disturbed, had replied that however important Mrs. Weasley was in his life, she was not his mother. Harry had been weird for days after that, all because of Ron, his stupid mouth and his stupid brain.

That was the reason why he made sure no one knew the extent of the mess he had in his head. While he had never been a great liar, he tried not to be too specific if someone asked him what was wrong, he tried to take their attention away from whatever face he was making, he tried to dismiss his reactions whenever they were related to this pathetic sticky, stinky magma of insecurity inside him.

And it was somewhat working, but for how long would it last?

Right as his mood was turning as bitter as the tea he had brewed, considering he had let the teabag steep for more than ten minutes, he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He didn't bother to take his wand or even turn around. Ron would recognize Hermione's light but determined steps anywhere.

She entered the kitchen and stopped in the hallway for a few seconds, before walking toward him and enveloping him from behind. Even though she had wrapped a warm nightgown around her, her hands were still cold on his chest. Yet he didn't mind. The contact of her skin on his, the touch of her curls and cheek on his back made everything better, and despite himself he closed his eyes for a brief instant, savouring the moment.

"A nightmare again ?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yeah..." Ron admitted with a sigh. "I didn't want to wake you up, but I needed to get up."

"It's okay", Hermione replied in a reassuring tone. "But I'm starting to get worried. You've had many nightmares in the last three weeks and haven't been able to sleep properly even though you have exams coming up. Perhaps you should see a healer to get a Sleeping potion ?" she added anxiously.

"Not until I really have to", he retorted firmly. "We've already had far too many problems with Sleeping potions, I don't want to risk it. Besides, I'd have to tell the Auror Academy's specialist Healer about it and I'd like to avoid it if I can."

"I know", Hermione sighed. "I'm just worried about you. You always seem to get so stressed out before your exams at the Auror Academy, even worse than I've ever been at Hogwarts. I wished you would stop doubting yourself so much."

Ron did not reply, but he squeezed Hermione's hands that were still clasped on his chest, right next to his heart. It was strange how the people around him seemed to know him so well while at the same time not knowing anything about the exact reasons that were making him upset.

"What can I say ?" He finally acknowledged after a few moments of silence, though he hoped his tone appeared casual. "You can't change old habits with a wave of your wand. I guess it's hard for me to think I won't fuck up somewhere. But you shouldn't worry about me", he added gently. Go back to sleep."

"I woke up because you were not beside me in the bed, I'm not going back in there without you", she retorted assertively.

"I'm gonna lose the debate if I try to argue, won't I ?" Ron snorted.

"Of course you would lose, I'm more stubborn than you", she said confidently, and Ron could feel that she was sporting a small smile.

"Even if that were true, which remains to be seen, that's nothing to boast about, Miss Granger", he tutted in a fake formal voice. "I've been told that I'm more stubborn than a brooding mule having been raised by Harry, so imagine what could be worse than that... Apart from Harry himself, of course."

Ron felt Hermione shake behind him as she laughed heartily. He could not help but feel a surge of pride at having made her laugh after having made her worry for no good reason. Being able to make Hermione laugh as much as possible was one of his goals in life, and the sound of her laughter was one of the things he cherished most.

"I love you", she said fondly, as if it was the only logical answer to his antics.

At that, Ron turned around, and it was his turn to envelop Hermione in his arms, her smaller body fitting perfectly with his own. He kissed the top of her head, her brown curls tickling his face, before putting his chin on top of the mass of her unruly hair.

"I love you too", he whispered, and he hoped she could not detect how emotional he was.

He was glad that she could not see his face in the dark kitchen that was only lit up by the moonbeams that went through the main window. If she had, she would have seen in his eyes, of which Hermione always said they could never lie, the one thing that kept playing on a loop in his head but that was stuck in his throat.

I don't deserve you.

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Notes:

I suppose I should add a bit of information concerning my own vision of the Wizarding World that may seem surprising in future chapters:

1. I rather like to think the wizarding community is not small. I consider that there are hundreds of thousands, or even millions of wizards and witches in the United Kingdom, scattered in many different cities and villages.

2. For the same reason, I do not think Hogwarts is the sole magical school of the entire United Kingdom. It is the most reputed one, but I imagine there are thousands of smaller schools everywhere, allowing for people who do not want their children to go to a boarding school to learn magic and to learn how to control their powers nonetheless.

3. Only old wizards and witches actually dress in robes the way one would picture a typical wizard robe. I have my own ideas of what wizarding fashion is.

#hp #hp fanfiction #ron weasley #hermione granger #angst #mystery #psychological trauma #look this is my first published fanfiction #i feel like a young child showing their bizarre drawing to adults

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pandagirl45 · 1 year

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You know, there is something amazing and so soothing about 90s and 80s horror movies camera grain.

It feels so bright and warm, even when you know shit will go left. It just, ugh.

I love it. I adore it. I want to contain in a bottle and watch it all the time.

The freaking part that makes me so gooey and stuff, is a scene from one movie (forgot what it was called) but it was so pretty and gorgeous. If and when I do capture that essence in a film-like quality, I want an Avengers-style horror grain for it.

Something like this. I write with this type of feel too. I freaking love it.

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #Also besides ship art #Horror movie inspired #I love the grain those films have #90s and 80s style film #i wanted to share #i have so much love to give

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brookston · 2 years

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Moon: 100% Full Moon

Positivist: 27 Dante (8th Month) [Byron]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 52 of 90)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 20 of 31)

Calendar Changes

As (Gods) [Half-Month 16 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 8.25)

#calendar #Holidays

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rock-holmes · 1 year

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bruv ive been digging for japanese view askewniverse stuff for so long now in my free time and endlessly searching for jp dubs for the movies cuz they do indeed exist (for some of them atleast, some are just subtitled in japanese) but if im able to find the entire dogma jp dub then i think anything is possible

like please for the love of god to my lost media freaks out there to help me find the existence of the clerks netflix jp dub i need to hear japanese dante and randal so bad it hurts my skin

From what ive gathered on my journey are some interesting things:

Dogma, Strike Back, and Reboot have jp dubs (im not too sure on this but i have listened to the dogma and reboot jp dub, strike back seems to have a dub but i dont have access to it since the site that the dub is on is behind a paywall unfortunately)

There was a old jp website dedicated for clerks animated which loosely translates to there being an advertisement for the show in shibuya where they would broadcast the show and give out a prize to anyone attending

clerks 2 seems to have never released in theaters or on dvd in japan and only saw a release on television on a certain channel with subtitles

clerks 2 is called burger shop senki in japan (and i think thats adorable)

chasing amy had a weird popularity in japan which saw the release of a half manga half novel with artwork drawn by moyoko anno (mangaka of sugar sugar rune and wife to the funny evangelion guy hideaki anno)

dogma seemed to have a japanese site made for it as a way to promote the film though unfortunately not archived properly and none of the images load on there sadly :(

dogma and strike back japanese trailers (this one is self explanatory)

Aaand that's about all the stuff ive gathered on my travels, pleass take most of this info with a grain of salt since alot of this info im unsure if actually true or not but i like to think it is

if anyone wants to dig up more weird jp view askew stuff then be my guest! its very fun looking for this kind of stuff esp knowing how "american" these movies are and seeing them interpreted in different languages intrigues me alot

(also ive yet to see if there is a clerks 3 jp dub out but we'll probably have to wait for that or something)

#minionsweep #clerks #view askewniverse #kevin smith #dubbing #dogma #chasing amy #im very dedicated in this topic as you can tell LOL #sorry for the long post #;(

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outpost-31 · 2 years

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Atlas' Diamond is Unbreakable Music Post

Hi mutuals. Here's that post of songs that remind me of the jojo cast. Diamond is Unbreakable for this one

* it's important to note this is NOT what I think they'd listen to by the way. this is songs from my playlists that remind me of them!! keep that in mind. if that was the case this would be drastically different

anyways under the cut this is very long.

[In order from the wiki, missing a few characters I could not possibly come up with songs for]

also some of these I'm explaining because I dont know if they're stretches or not but they make sense to ME ok. ok

Josuke Higashikata

Diamonds and Pearls - Prince

[Self-Explanatory]

I Want You - Savage Garden

[First ending song, etc etc. Just makes me think of him. Also this song was about a gay dream and.. Fits]

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

[Self-Explanatory]

Surprise of Summer - ANRI

[Self-Explanatory. Good song]

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: I'm a Josuke enjoyer but for some reason I'm awful at assigning him songs im sorry

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Koichi Hirose

Harvey - Her's

[Self-Explanatory. Yukako]

Can't Sleep Love - Pentatonix

[Self-Explanatory]

Under Pressure - Queen

[Self-Explanatory. Also, Echoes.]

Buttercup - Jack Stauber

[no comment]

Chinese New Year - SALES

[I.. Cannot explain]

Notes: In a bit of a rush typing this one up. I have literally no idea im so sorry Koichi. love you though, man

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Okuyasu Nijimura

Harness Your Hopes - Pavement

[Fairly self-explanatory.]

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

[. yeah]

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

[Self-Explanatory]

I Can't Handle Change - Roar

[ Backstory. Keicho. Hurts really bad but still makes me think of him]

This Year - The Mountain Goats

[Fairly Self-Explanatory but don't think too hard into this one. Definitely not a perfect fit]

Notes: For some reason this was actually really difficult??

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Rohan Kishibe

Vincent - Car Seat Headrest

[Self-Explanatory]

papercut - Liana Flores

[Self-Explanatory.]

Radio Ga Ga - Queen

[. yeah sure]

Oh No! - MARINA

[sniff. i dont know what do i say. take it with a grain of salt.]

Dead Weight - Jack Stauber

[are we gonna talk about how depressing some parts of his character and backstory are..]

Notes: Rohan winning the title of morioh's miss crazy bitch of 1999. i've never hated relating to a character more

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Jotaro Kujo

Swimming Pool - Marie Madeleine

[..Mostly Self-Explanatory.]

I'll Never Smile Again - Tommy Dorsey

[ :( ]

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now - The Smiths

[Self-Explanatory. Upsets me, but self-explanatory]

Sea, Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins and Harold Budd

[Self-Explanatory.]

And The Tide Rushes In - The Moody Blues

[Self-Explanatory.]

Notes: Surprises me how few songs I had to compare to him. Something about him in Part 4 makes me sad, though. He's matured, obviously, but the difference between 3 and 4.. I don't know it's depressing. Hope I captured that

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Joseph Joestar

Super Freak - Rick James

[Self-Explanatory]

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

[Just makes me think of him. Tomoko?]

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

[...mmmm.]

The Bidding - Tally Hall

[I sighed really hard through my nose when I typed that one.]

Bye Bye Bye - NSYNC

[Sir fix your messy-ass love life. ]

Notes: Very difficult to think of songs specifically that fit him in only in Part 4, so this is just general for his character. I refuse to ignore what he did so.. whoops

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Hayato Kawajiri

Lifeline - Jack Stauber

[mm. Self-Explanatory. Also, bites the dust.]

Turn the Lights Off - Tally Hall

[Just reminds me of him. Self-Explanatory.]

Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead

[Self-Explanatory.]

Childhood's End - Pink Floyd

[Self-Explanatory]

Another One Bites the Dust - Queen

[A really obvious choice, but..]

Notes: I wonder if the Speedwagon Foundation offers coverage for therapy costs

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Reimi Sugimoto

Oblivion - Grimes

[Self-Explanatory I think? But if not. Several of the lines just remind me of the way she described the night of her death. There's several other things too but]

Old Friend - The Walters

[Uhhhh I genuinely don't know. Rohan ig? it's just sweet to think about (SHOULDN'T HAVE TO STATE I DONT MEAN THIS IN A SHIPPING WAY BUT IM SPECIFYING ANYWAYS JUST IN CASE.) ]

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

[Cannot explain. Just reminds me of her]

Pet Sematary - Ramones

[Self-Explanatory]

rises the moon - Liana Flores

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: A bit difficult for me to figure out, but I think these work well enough. She herself is quite upbeat but everything surrounding her is incredibly tragic and I want that to get across

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Mikitaka Hazekura

Space Oddity - David Bowie

[Very obvious pick, but reminds me of him. Also just a fantastic song]

Subterranean Homesick Alien - Radiohead

[Self-Explanatory]

Pools - Glass Animals

[CANNOT explain. Just makes me think of him.]

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

[I have no clue how this reminds me of him. Just go with it. The vibe of the song I suppose]

Spring and a Storm - Tally Hall

[Mostly Self-Explanatory]

Notes: There are actually alot more songs I wanted to include for him so these may not be the best picks but. Tried to stick with 5

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Yuya Fungami

Speed King - Deep Purple

[Deep Purple song. Referenced in his design. 500 other things. Good song]

Bulls on Parade - Rage Against the Machine

[Not self-explanatory but I will not explain]

Rattlesnake Shake - Fleetwood Mac

[Self-Explanatory]

You Really Got Me - The Kinks

[ " My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed " ]

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: He just has a.. Very specific. Energy.

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Yukako Yamagishi

好き好き大好き(Suki Suki Daisuki) - Jun Togawa

[Ok listen to me. LISTEN. Not because this song has become associated with anything ' yandere. ' But because Jun described it as completely earnest, raw, intentionally over-the-top expression of her actual feelings about being truly in love. There you go. The intensity and sincerity of it remind me of her (though specifically her first appearance, not later on). Cool? Cool.]

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski

[Fairly Self-Explanatory. Post her first appearance, Koichi avoiding her out of fear and her distress over that because of this person she's put on a pedestal ignoring her, etc etc]

Sports - Beach Bunny

[Self-Explanatory]

the daughter of the fish and the ram - The Scary Jokes

[Self-Explanatory. Reminds me of the Cinderella arc and particular.]

I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams - Weezer

[Ok even though I've heard this song so many times over the years it still baffles me it's Weezer. Anyways self-explanatory]

Notes: Honestly I didn't want all the songs I picked to revolve around romance or something because that's not all of her but considering that's what her motivations end up being. slightly difficult, really.

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Toshikazu Hazamada

Burnout - Green Day

[Self-explanatory for 15 different reasons]

Caroline, Please Kill Me - Coma Cinema

[Something something the meaning of the song. Self-explanatory]

all i want is you - Rebzyyx

[fucking. yeah]

どう考えても私は悪くない! (Dō Kangaete mo Watashi wa Warukunai!) - Koshiro Fukumoto (?)

[what am i supposed to say. I dont know. don't look at me. yeah its the watamote ending what do you want me to say]

Rock Bottom - Modern Baseball

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: I genuinely despise this guy I want to push him into oncoming traffic (and I dont mean that affectionately) and I'm sure you can tell. It's mostly this specific genre of music bc it reminds me of him sorry

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Tonio Trussardi

Good Day - Tally Hall

[I cannot explain.]

Who You Are - Tally Hall

[Something something PHF being disowned by his father going off on his own to do his dream. Being his own person separate from his family]

That's Amore - Dean Martin

[I don't know, it's cute and silly. He's Italian. I wonder how many times his restaurant has been used for cute dinner dates]

Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega, DNA

[Self-Explanatory.]

Just Breathe - Pearl Jam

[Pearl Jam song. mostly self-explanatory maybe? Just the light tone of it.]

Notes: This man has the most comforting smile I've ever seen. Love him. It's genuinely a shame he was part of a one-off episode, it's nice to have a character who only wants to help people. Hard to find songs for, though

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Aya Tsuji

Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

[Self-Explanatory]

She's A Rainbow - Rolling Stones

[Self-Explanatory]

Beauty School Dropout - Frankie Avalon

[Self-Explanatory]

Beauty Is Empty - Mars Argo

[The entire EVERYTHING with Yukako]

When a Woman Is Around - Unloved

[.. I cannot explain]

Notes: Mara your help is greatly appreciated, I wanted to give this woman the lovely songs she deserves

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Yoshikage Kira

Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

[Fairly self-explanatory]

Fitter Happier - Radiohead

[The eerie unsettling tone. The lyrics remind me of his speech.]

I Hold Your Hand In Mine - Tom Lehrer

[Everybody who has ever heard this song ever compared it to him for obvious reasons so this isn't a unique choice by any means but.. It's commonly compared for a reason. Self-explanatory]

Terrible Things - April Smith

[Self-Explanatory.]

A Well Respected Man - The Kinks

[Self-Explanatory but... Ironic, really]

Notes: I hate this guy but hell do alot of songs fit

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Akira Otoishi

It's Electric - Metallica

[Self-Explanatory]

Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy - Bad Company

[Self-Explanatory. Also this song UGHH I LOVE IT]

Punk Rock Classic - RHCP

[RHCP song. that whole ' desire for recognition/fame through his musical talent ' thing. How INCREDIBLY hard this song goes. Very him]

High Voltage - AC/DC

[sighing deeply and taking a sip of my soda. self-explanatory. trying not to put songs specifically because they mention electricity or rock but some are so nice it's inevitable yknow]

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

[cannot explain. just think about it with him and get back to me ty]

Notes: THANKYOU BASIL FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE WITH THIS ONE I WAS CLUELESS. Love this guy but I have no idea what works

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Keicho Nijimura

Blue Monday - New Order

[Self-Explanatory. Backstory]

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins

[Self-Explanatory}

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

[I can't exactly explain. Just how he's been dedicated to his mission for so long and done so much it would be impossible for him to turn back. That it's all his cause and whatnot. ]

Little Guns - Oingo Boingo

[I think it's.. Fairly obvious.]

Chop Suey! - System Of A Down

[Honestly any song that sounds like this I could compare to him. Also uh. several reasons.]

Notes: I haven't been able to forgive him ever since the " you always held me back " thing but.. Still a very interesting character. I won't insult him.

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Toyohiro Kanedaichi

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

[*crushes my soda can on my forehead* i have no clue man]

I Am a Rock - Simon & Garfunkel

[Self-Explanatory.]

Island in the Sun - Weezer

[yeah sure why not

Superfly - Curtis Mayfield

[A very blatant choice because it's the name of his stand but there really isn't alot else to put. Plus, kindof fits.

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

[...tower]

Notes: I have no idea what songs to pick for him I'm sorry.

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Terunosuke Miyamoto

Goldfinch Nocturne - ROAR

[The gentle, mournful tone. Something something the lyrics about loneliness. Just the first character I think of when I hear this song. Definitely a bit of a stretch but hey.]

Icicles - The Scary Jokes

[Feels fairly self-explanatory]

New Normal - Jack Stauber

[mmmm. also, the khalid song by the same name]

Just Another Day - Oingo Boingo

[Self-Explanatory]

My Time - Bo En

[Self-Explanatory, mostly. Also something about it matches his general vibe I don't know how to explain it]

Notes: Free him. Thankyou dearly allay (? im so sorry I don't know what to call you, lmk) for sending me your playlist to help with this.

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Tomoko Higashikata

The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

[… Unfortunately, self-explanatory. Her story really does upset me if I'm being honest]

Hidden in the Sand - Tally Hall

[joseph.]

He's Mine - MoKenStef

[A bit ironic but, hey. Also this song.. God]

Kisses of Fire - ABBA

[Self-Explanatory]

I Will Always Love You - Dolly Parton

[ Self-Explanatory ]

Notes: Deserved so much better. Also that first song I almost didn't wanna put because it plagues my heart but. Fits

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Shinobu Kawajiri

Jobless Monday - Mitski

[Self-explanatory. Fits her very well.]

Oh to Be in Love - Kate Bush

[Self-Explanatory]

Me and My Husband - Mitski

[More Mitski. Self-explanatory though, again. A bit sad and ironic because the song really isn't about anything close to a happy relationship and.. Mm]

Sentimental Lady - Fleetwood Mac

[Self-Explanatory]

This Charming Man - The Smiths

[I don't have anything to say]

Notes: Shinobu you break my heart into pieces. My stomach hurts when I imagine the mourning she'd have to go through.

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PLAYLIST

#GOD this took forever! That's alot of songs.#Anyways ENJOY here's a peek into my music taste and thoughts and whatnot #please don't let this die my eyes hurt /lh #rambles #jjba #diamond is unbreakable #if there are typos in this i do not care anymore this took me like. over 6 hours

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twinprime · 2 years

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hiiiiiiiiiiii 5, 6, & 21 mwah mwah

helloooo bestie!!

5. list your top 5 horror films:

oooh ok so these are kind of in order but the order is constantly changing so take it with a grain of salt!! also i’m including psychological horror/thriller (black swan) bc it’s too good to not list <33

evil dead 2

black swan

american psycho

hereditary

as above so below

6. what is your favorite genre of horror?

top two are psychological horrors or campy slashers!!! i love super cheesy gory movies so long as the special effects are like very obviously over the top and low quality. evil dead original trilogy my beloved <3

21. name the five WORST horror films that you’ve sat through.

i don’t even have a top five for worst films tbh? just in general ive found i’m not really a fan of modern ones, like the conjuring (i still watch them but they’re just not scary so what’s the point?), but the absolute definitive worst horror film ive ever sat through is tusk (2014). genuinely hated the whole thing and it scared the fuck out of me LMAO. like the special effects aren’t even all that great but for some reason the hole concept of what happens to the mc just absolutely freaked me the fuck out and i ended up crying and nearly throwing up afterwards. it’s been like 3 or 4 years since i last watched it and i told myself i’d never watch it again <33 and then they have the audacity to list it as a comedy 🙄

send me horror asks!!

#.asks #MWAH!! thank u!!!!

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call-me-gibby · 10 months

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I love silence of the lambs so much and then I watched red dragon and was so disappointed so I’m posting about it :)

Anyway Red Dragon (almost) fails everywhere Silence of the Lambs succeeds.

Red dragon has this desire to make the audience understand where Francis Dolarhyde is coming from but it just…doesn’t work, in my opinion. While both movies show the killer and what they’re doing, as well as explain their actions, Silence of the lambs just does it so much better. In Silence of the lambs, ( if memory serves) we actually get to see very little of Buffalo Bill, or James Gumb, but at the same time we still get all the information we need to know. It is made clear, through dialogue with Lecter, that Gumb was not born a killer, but was made into one. Even with this information, the audience is not made to feel bad for Gumb. Gumb is still the villain. On the other hand, Red Dragon so desperately wants you to feel bad for Dolarhyde that around half the movie is spent with him ( don’t quote me on that it’s been a minute since I’ve watched the movie.) We see his life, his mental state, him finding love, and his internal battle with the “Red Dragon.” But here’s the thing, you shouldn’t want feel bad for him. He’s a stalker, a murderer, and a rapist. I feel as though you can still understand where someone is coming from without necessarily liking them. There lies the issue, this movie wants you to understand him to the point where you feel sorry for him while also wanting you to want Graham to succeed. In silence of the lambs, the audience roots for Clarice and can understand why Gumb is the way he is without liking, or feeling sorry for, him. Gumb is still the villain of the movie. Now, I may not have been writing any of this if it wasn’t for one line in particular. That line being, “you didn’t draw a freak okay? You drew a man with a freak on his back.” This one line proves that the film truly wants you to feel sorry for Dolarhyde. Dolarhyde is not meant to be the Villain the “Red Dragon” is. Red dragon wants to have its cake and eat it too.

Furthermore, while I do enjoy the dynamic between Graham and Lecter, I just feel like Clarice and Lecter are more believable. The reason Lecter helps Clarice feels like it has more of a motive behind it than when he helps Graham. Take this with a grain of salt though because it’s been a while since I watched both movies, they could be equally believable and I just don’t remember it as well.

Overall, I feel like silence of the lambs handles the themes better than red dragon. Both of the killers want to transform due to their self loathing based on how they’ve been treated. However, Red Dragon just really really wants you to like Dolarhyde despite what he’s done while silence of the lambs doesn’t. You could argue that this makes red dragon better but I simply don’t agree.

With all this being said, however, I still enjoyed Red Dragon and I’ll definitely rewatch it. It just simply pales in comparison to Silence of the Lambs.

I also feel like I should mention, ( in my very very unprofessional, unresearched opinion) both Silence of the lambs and red dragon sort of fail at representing the queer community and disabled community as anything other than harmful stereotypes. Gumb is based in a fear of queer people and Dolarhyde is based in a fear of disabled people, whether they’re meant to be or not is unclear to me however the bias is there.

Feel free to disagree and tell me your opinion on any of this because I am very easily swayed

#red dragon #silence of the lambs #horror movies #tw mention of rape #tw mention of murder #I lost my mojo halfway through writing this tbh…my opinion is not as strong as I thought it was #I’m really bad at articulating what I want to say #this could 100 and 10 percent be better written but I simply do not have the ability

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alexcaldownapier · 1 year

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Film Project - Week 3/4

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1JHDe7Utgi5OGpbPluzoAHWbk_ugxLQAB?usp=sharing

Exercise 2

Changing the feeling of an interior space. The fear has set in a bit with this one - I’m not very happy, again, with what I made. I put a lot more effort into this week’s exercise, thinking through the lighting, framing and colour palette a lot more. BUT, it’s still doesn’t look great. Currently having some doubts about my ability to create cinematic images, or at least interesting images. I wanted to create a cosy, if a little lonely, mood - which was picked up on by the class, so I guess there’s that. Again, as last week, maybe more ambition would help, especially after seeing Sam’s and Eva’s submissions - both totally and completely transporting the meaning of the space, not just the feeling of the space. Sam’s lighting especially was very moody and dynamic and just great to look at. There’s that ineffable quality to a shot that I really feel I’m missing - some shots you can just look at forever (whereas with mine, a minute is more than enough). There’s thought and what feels like quite cohesive conceptualising for my approach, but nothing that interesting within it (intent and approach outlined in the google doc). Maybe it’s what I’m thinking of shooting, not necessarily how I shoot it? Although I think creating a bit more contrast in the lighting would have helped and also moving lights a bit more off-axis from the camera. I almost like the lighting for the final shot:

The right side of the frame has a bit of contrast and interest with the lighting, but the left hand side feels flat and boring. Anyways, again, it was a very interesting class and I really enjoy the way we’re able to have discussions about our decisions and approach. Always so much fun to see the different ways that the people in this group approach the same task.

And then, later - the conversations at the end of class where we delved endlessly into technical questions and then a bit more creative and experiential topics - was also very rewarding. It cleared up and deepened a lot of my own ideas about exposure, but did also freak me out quite a bit. The “it” factor that Andrew spoke of is the single most terrifying thing I can think of (most likely due to my fragile, inflated ego). The idea that creating interesting, artistic images is something you can’t totally, entirely learn, is very scary. I think I’m a pretty hard worker and ask a lot of questions and want to know what there is to know, but then there’s the idea of artistic talent. What if I learn as much as I can but there’s a lack of any real talent? The fear of any person interested in art, maybe. I just want to be good! make something beautiful that people actually want to see - where people get more out of it than I do. Because it’s always felt a little selfish to me - art as a career. Unless you’re actually talented and have interesting, kind things to say. I could go on about this, work in the socialist messaging and middle-class guilt that informs this, but we’ve only got 24 hours in the day and I’d hate to waste any more of yours.

Aaaanyways, I know more about ISO now, so yeah, that’s good. Maybe I’ll work out soon if this is something for me to do.

ASC Article - Linus Sandgren and Babylon (2022)

Another interesting one - again about a film I’ve recently watched (I think it’s completely and utterly fine, with a nearly inexcusable amount of stupidity in it’s themes). While the film may have been a bit of a disappointment, the visual approach was at least interesting. Again, I’ve learned more about some techniques - this time push and pull processing of film. I really like the look of the push-processing used in this film and it’s something I want to try out at some point. The concept was then further developed in my mind with the exposure conversations later in the class. While the adding grain in the grade is probably the better way of doing things (more control), I do still want to try it out in camera so I can understand it a bit more in a practical sense. Just like last week, I did have some issues with what the DP said about their process - this time it was the lenses. The film was shot on Atlas Orion Anamorphic lenses as they supposedly have great close-focus capabilities - something I just don’t understand. throughout watching the film, I was getting a little irritated by the number of close-ups that felt soft with the field of focus being halfway through the skull instead of on the face, which to me seemed like a close focus issue. Encourages me again to test, test, test! I did really like the ingenuity of how the period footage was shot - in order to get the hand-cranked feel without destabilising the camera rig they were using, they made alterations so that the DP could remotely change the frame rate as they were filming. In these shots, the frame rate is moving between 18 and 22 fps - a nice wee bit of problem-solving.

Film Project Development - Longboard Nights

More tests, more discussions. Ben and I have been going through each scene of the script and deciding, in broad terms, how the scene will look - shot sizes, lighting, camera motion, colour palette, effects, etc.

For the flashbacks, we’ve settled on a yellow tinged, soft-lit, handheld POV that is step printed and shot with a 270 degree shutter angle for more motion blur and a smearing effect. Mainly inspired by Fallen Angels and the flashbacks from the Bourne movies. The step-printing I’ve tested, but not with the right shutter-angle, something to try out.

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For the training scene at the start, we’re going for a hard, red-gelled key light for a high-contrast, moody image, paired with close shot sizes and camera movement that follows the movement of the character to emphasise their physicality and the aggression in their movements. We’re balancing out the red light with an LED for fill, motivated by a projector in the scene. We plan on using quite strong colours throughout to convey the character’s change - red for rage, yellow for insecurity/fear and blue for peace and calm.

One worry is the skating scenes. We want to convey the protagonist’s anger and physicality as well as set up the visual language for the coming fight scene. But, we don’t really have the capabilities of fast-moving camera and complicated rigs so we’re looking to see if we’re able to use GoPros and some creative lensing to create more of an intensity to the sequence. Shots could work with a long lense and our actress skating quickly towards us as well as some short movements on a slider/dolly quickly intercut to make the movement feel more consistent. Lots of work-arounds to explore.

Film Project Development - About that one time

Due to the intensity of the pre-production for Longboard Nights, I’ve been kind of neglecting my other film project - a documentary directed by Natalia Baczyinski (someone I’ve wanted to work with for a long while). I love the idea and the beat sheet and the approach! The experiential stuff mixed with a contextualising V.O. intro could make for something very interesting. I’m doing the sound design for this film - one of my favourite things to do. Especially this kind of style: minimalist, realistic but subtly psychological. I can already imagine a lot of the film, without having spoken much to Nat about it. We’re having our first group meeting on Monday and I’m very excited for it.

See you in a couple weeks.

#film project

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