do i actually want a buzzcut or am i just having a bad day
my coffee’s gone cold and my back hurts life is literally pa in .
changed my septum and idk if i like it >:(
Imagine voicing the most iconic character in all of video games for like forty years and fucking Chris Pratt takes your role once you finally get a big budget movie
But the voice people can physically escape the sound of their own voice. We do multiple voices. We used to save producers’ asses, because they’d hire you and say, “Well, we were going to get six people, but we can’t afford it. Can you do this, this, and this?” And you’d do them, and they’d be perfectly happy, and they’d save a bundle of dough. Now, it’s the exact opposite. The minute they mention a CGI film, they’re already looking to see what Renée Zellweger is doing. They’re already looking to see what Billy Crystal is doing. This doesn’t make sense, to do what they do—spend zillions on visuals, and then have this totally fucking flat-lining voice track. You know, “Hey, I’m Will Smith, I’m a clam! I’m Will Smith, I’m a kangaroo!” All you bring to the performance is your own ego. They’re just being themselves.
in my back pain era
obsessed with stories set in the ruins of a golden age. like yesss the decline of empire, farmers grazing their animals amongst the ruins of palaces that were once home to powerful kings and queens, children playing in the wreckage of long abandoned war machines, cities which once bustled with life now home only to the occasional nomadic group passing through 😍😍😍
three separate people in the last twenty four hours have told me i remind them of mae martin
Here. Right here, this moment. “What a curious and charming man,” I thought. Oh, it had been so long, I’d forgotten that feeling, but… I looked at you, and… I almost forgot myself for a moment. God knows I’ve tried not to think of you. Very hard, but I… I’ve thought of you often. Thinking about the places we would go if we were ever to leave Bly. Where we’d settle. You’d open your restaurant. Make me taste all those wonderful recipes you created in that beautiful, maddening mind of yours. I always think that I would very much like… to spend the rest of my days with you. Listening to your dreadful puns, holding your hand, and… I loved you, Owen. I should have told you.
THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR (2020)
-“The images are screenshots from Google Earth. They are glitches that occur when the 2d satellite imagery and 3d terrain don’t line up quite right, or structures such as bridges get projected down onto the terrain below, creating fabulous and unintentional distortions”
SOUND OF METALLike, what does it matter? What does it matter? It just passes. If I disappear, like, who cares? Nobody cares, man. Seriously, and that’s okay. That’s life. That’s life. No, for real. Okay? It just passes. It just fucking… fucking passes.
dir. Darius Marder (2019)