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  • gooberjam
    07.05.2021 - 3 hours ago

    all i can ever remember about the movie contact is the running to the medicine cabinet scene, aliens using hitler footage like a ransom note while the area 51 raid parade celebrates in the background, and mcconaughey eating crackerjacks. i think he might also say “cassiopeia” at some point

    #and mcconaughey fucks i think #god i hope so otherwise that means i’ve invented a scene in contact where mcconaughey fucks #oh also the god alien presents as her dad in the holo suite #otherwise whenever i try to conjure images of contact the movie i just see clips from x-files #or interstellar
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  • criminal-attic-trash
    07.05.2021 - 4 hours ago

    said it before I’ll say it again: words cannot express how jealous I am of Zac Efron’s character in the Rewrite the Stars scene from the Greatest Showman holy fuck

    #the greatest showman is a bad movie but that scene? fantastic
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  • lovely-v
    07.05.2021 - 11 hours ago

    recently reread the end bit of Fellowship of the Ring and I gotta say the movies did brainwash me into remembering it wrong because in the book Sam tries to jump into Frodo’s boat and he misses and ends up in the water so that’s why Frodo has to pull him out. so now that I’m thinking about it it’s kind of literally insane that Movie Sam is so unhinged that he’s full on like ‘yes i can’t swim. yes I’m going to try. yes i’m drowning. what of it. girl help.’

    #lotr #lord of the rings #samwise gamgee #fellowship of the ring #veesaysthings #the movie version of that scene is more iconic (romantic) though. #so that's why i remember that version better #sam is ride or die in every version but he's lichrally so ready to die in the films
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  • holidehg
    07.05.2021 - 12 hours ago

    maybe it’s my attention span but sex scenes are so fuckin boringggg... theres several shows and movies that i just stopped watching in the middle because of a lame ass sex scene

    #bs #im not saying theyre useless or plot irrelevant i just dont care #it doesnt make me uncomfortable either its just boring #idk its just like. theres no dialogue its just people breathing hard in the dark and im like ok #time to watit for this scene to end... lol #anyway time to unpause this movie and wathc this scene LMAO
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  • afieldinengland
    06.05.2021 - 15 hours ago

    the poor man oh god

    #oh my god the poor lamb there has never been another movie scene where terror has been so plain on a man’s face #why does this make it sound like everyone was replying to woodward with an evil laugh in their voice #‘are you actually going to— put me in there’ ‘yes >:)’ #‘please don’t drop me!!’ ‘ohoho... i won’t >:)’ #i ask again: do you think he had a brief flash of ‘they wouldn’t actually........ would they? no. right?’
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  • afieldinengland
    06.05.2021 - 15 hours ago

    peter cushing fancam except it’s just the shots of him from corruption (1968) with the bizarre perspective that made him look like a damp, bug-eyed, viscera-soaked rabid fucking animal

    #i HATE it so much i hate that movie it’s so genuinely repulsive in parts and fucking bizarre everywhere else. but it’s Peter Cushing #of all people. peter ‘painted silk scarves and watercolours and model soldiers in his spare time’ cushing. it’s a weird flavour it’s like #god. i don’t know. the scene from ratatouille where he eats the strawberry and cheese except the opposite
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  • slightlyobsessedwitheverything
    06.05.2021 - 16 hours ago

    reminder that enjolras and grantaire died holding hands 🥲

    #also ​thinking about the video from that one production where grantaire gives up his bottle to enjolras and embraces him #and then enjolras cradles his head and they touch foreheads and i am SOFT #also thinkin about george blagden. i love that man. and the scene in the movie (derogatory) where he walks in as enjolras is about to die? #to die with him? impeccable #les mis
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  • macsboys
    06.05.2021 - 17 hours ago

    watching Prisoner of Azkaban again xx

    #so mamy scenes from this movie are permanently burned into my brain like so so many #first of all: ticket boy on the knightbus snapping the ticket before giving it to harry #I'm not exaggerating when i say i think of that scene every single time I'm given a receipt for anything #I'm not good in the head :/ but the snap snap makes life so much better
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  • fbfh
    06.05.2021 - 17 hours ago

    light up the dark [VI] - leo x reader

    genre: mid adventure domestic fluff overture, romance, smutty lemony bit towards the end

    word count: 3k

    pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

    requested: very much so, yes

    warnings: magic manipulation powers, feelings are hard and weird and scary, some innuendos, the phrase hot gusher out of context, the word dirty talk, trying to "proposition [someone] in front of two for one cookie crisp", brief credit card theft, jason thinks ketchup is spicy and gets clowned on for it, one use of the word lube in reference to mechanical lubricant, shirtless leo remember that one piece of shirtless leo viria art?????? remember the caption?????, your facade is beginning to crack, deadpan joke about being dead in space, making out, whole lotta sexual tension, brief mention of a boner, teeny tiny bit of grinding, getting interrupted, c*lypso

    summary: after an extensive shopping trip, you, Leo, and Jason settle into your airbnb and wait for the others to arrive. Jason takes a nap, and Leo helps you dye your hair. You return the favor by helping him make dinner which leads to two things; a well timed boner, and a poorly timed visitor.

    listen to: power and control - marina, 100 bad days - ajr, all I ask - adele

    a/n: let's play spot the zack and cody reference within the first paragraph

    also surprise the series isn't dead!! a shock to all but mostly me!!

    as with all smexy smutty nsfw content, all characters are aged up to 18+

    Standing in front of a wall of hair dye taller than you are should have been exciting. It would have been, except for the fact that all the colors were various shades of honey mist auburn. You really don’t want to have to make a separate trip to a beauty store for hair dye. Your eyes land on a firetruck red box, and gratefully, you realize you won’t have to.

    “Perfect,” you muse, throwing it into your cart, along with the other stuff on the list you’d divided between you. You grab a few other things from the beauty section while you’re there; some makeup, eyeliner, a glass nail file, and a tiny pair of oil slick cuticle scissors.

    Nearby is a guy a little older than you in a varsity hoodie and sweatpants squinting at a two in one shampoo label.

    Perfect, you think, beginning to approach. You work your magic - literally - and within a few minutes you have his credit card. It takes way less time than it used to. You also didn’t have to smile and flirt nearly as much as you used to. You’re relieved that you don’t have to fake enthusiasm around rich douchebags the way you used to, and a new inky drop of fear begins to stain the corners of your mind. You can’t even bear to admit it to yourself, but you’re kind of scared. Before you can begin to question if you know what love is and if you’re capable of experiencing it without the influence of your divine heritage, you shove it all away. Not the place, not the time. You speed up a little, passing an endcap of candy, and knock a box into your cart.

    On the other side of the store, Jason checks off items from their half of the list as Leo tosses items in the cart, talking along the way. Of course, you came up in conversation rather quickly.

    “She’s… a real piece of work.” Jason says, treading lightly.

    “You said it, man,” Leo agrees, sliding a pack of coke onto the bottom of the cart. Jason thinks for a moment before continuing.

    “She seems to,” he tries to figure out how to phrase their dynamic, “not hate you as much as everyone else.” Leo laughs at the accuracy of the statement. He can tell Jason has something else to say, so he’s quiet while putting paper plates and napkins into the cart.

    “Hey, Leo?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Just… don’t let her hurt you, okay?”

    He stops for a second. He’s so lucky to have a friend like Jason, one that will genuinely look out for him, but sometimes people caring for him still catches him off guard. Really off guard. With no idea how to begin to verbalize that complicated mess, he takes a split second to collect himself.

    “Thanks, man.”

    His smile is sincere.

    Don’t let her hurt you. Can he just do that? Not let someone hurt him? Especially someone like you. He’s only had a few long term crushes before, all just out of reach and only getting further away. Only one had amounted to something - not that he could call what he had with Calypso ‘something’. She certainly wouldn’t. He looks around, trying to shake off the sting. He starts to get that unsettled, itchy feeling when he focuses on stuff like that for too long.

    ‘At least I got some good stories out of it,’ he thinks, messing with the back of his hair and fixing his hoodie strings.

    “Here.”

    He turns around, coming face to face with you, holding out a box very close to him.

    “Hot gusher.” You say softly. What? His cheeks heat up, pulse speeding up suddenly. He glances at Jason, who’s at the other end of the aisle asking an employee something. Are you implying something? Are you trying to proposition him in front of two for one cookie crisp? He’s unable to look away from your gaze, intense and striking. You couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks you mean. Your fingers brush and he’s struggling to find an elegant way to say ‘hey, maybe the grocery store isn’t an ideal place for dirty talk’.

    “W- uh, sorry, what?” he says, laughing in an equally hushed tone, needing to make sure you meant what he thought you did. You glance down, then back up.

    “They’re spicy gushers. I thought you’d like them.” the feeling is gone in a split second, the same time it took to arrive, and is replaced with relief. He looks down at the box, realizing he’d taken it from you at some point. He laughs at the ridiculousness of his previous panic.

    “Thanks,” he says, a reflective smile on his face.

    You realize how comforted you are to see him smile, really smile, when you catch yourself having to keep a neutral face. One of the first times your resting bitch face has been intentional. Before you can say you’re welcome, Jason comes back over. You hand him the card.

    “Pin number’s 0401.”

    They both stare at you, skimming the label of a granola bar, completely unperturbed.

    “How…”

    “Credit card theft.”

    The logical part of Leo’s brain starts to speak up, telling him to raise his guard, that his stomach should be twisting. If you can just take someone’s credit card without a hint of remorse, who knows what the hell kind of damage you could do to him if he got closer to you? And he really wants to get closer to you.

    “Oh,” you pull a small pop top tube out of your cart and hand it to Leo, “this is for you too. You know, since you don’t like coffee,” you trail off as he reads the label. Caffeine and electrolyte drink tablets, red berry rampage flavor. He looks up at you, feeling warm and… something else, something ineffable, at the gesture.

    You stare at each other, eyes locked, surprised at the strangely intimate feeling stirring in both of you.

    “What are those?” Jason asks, snapping you out of whatever that was.

    “Spicy gushers,” Leo says, smiling again, “I didn’t even know they made those.”

    “Hot mango,” Jason reads from the side of the box, “that actually sounds pretty good.”

    “No way dude, you can’t handle spicy food.” He starts to protest, and Leo continues, “You think ketchup is spicy!” He looks shocked.

    “Okay, that was one time! It was a weird brand and there was way too much pepper in it!”

    You bite back a giggle at their bickering, taking note of how much better Leo seems to be doing and finding surprising comfort in their banter.

    It doesn’t take long to get to the airbnb and get set up. You all dump your bags in your rooms, bring in the groceries, and shove everything into the cabinets in a reasonably organized manner.

    Jason heads upstairs to unpack and call Piper, announcing a few minutes later that they should be here in less than two hours.

    “Perfect,” you pull out your hair dye from the last bag. It’s not exactly the manic panic wildfire red you’d initially wanted, but it’s definitely better than nothing. You stare at the box for a second, then up at Leo who’s trying to get one more bag of chips to fit in with the others.

    “Hey,” you say, just loud enough to get his attention, “do you… can you get the back of my head?” He looks at you, questioning, and you hold up the box dye. He smiles, once again noting your softened edges around him.

    “Yeah,” he agrees, and minutes later you’re in the bathroom, adorned in a big tee shirt covered in all your previous hair colors. He’s staring at your shirt, eyes dancing over the swirls and splatters of color. It reminds him of a painting he’d seen once, unable to remember the name.

    You shake the bottle, skimming the instructions again, then start speaking to him, eyes still on the box.

    “Take a section of hair, about this much,” you demonstrate, holding out a section of hair, “rub in the dye like this…”

    You hand him the second bottle of red dye, and he starts on the back. His fingertips start separating out a section of your hair, and you still, a shiver running up your spine. He hesitates for a moment, then continues, and you hope he hadn’t noticed. His breath fans your ear, and you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. Your lungs are shallow suddenly, squeezed tight like a bouquet clutched in a shaking hand. You find it almost impossible to focus on dying the front half of your hair.

    You don’t want it to stop, you realize. His fingertips dancing along your hair, the glimpses of his incredibly focused face in the bathroom mirror, the way he’ll gently turn your head to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.

    “Shit,” he leans back, hunching forward. You look behind you, eyes landing immediately on the spot of red dye on his shirt.

    “Shit,” you echo. He looks back at you, waiting to see how he’ll react.

    “Oh, it’s all good - no worries. I already have a ton of motor oil and lube - lubricant… machine grade, petroleum based engine lubricant-” he laughs, “stains on this shirt anyway. Don’t sweat it.”

    You almost laugh. A giggle bubbles up from your chest and stomach, but catches in your throat. Before it can come out, he slips off his dye stained gloves, and tugs off his dye stained shirt from the back. It seems to happen in slow motion. In a mere moment, your eyes engraving every detail, every line and curve and freckle to memory.

    There’s really no delicate way to put it; he’s fucking jacked. Deceptively so. You’re frozen in place, cheeks flushed. You suddenly wonder what it would be like to be wrapped up in his arms, held so close to him.

    You snap yourself out of the thought, all of that occurring in just a few seconds. He leans past you, setting the dye stained shirt carefully on the counter, glancing at you intensely.

    “Are you checking me out?”

    You make yourself roll your eyes and turn away, replying, “I’m sure you’d love that.”

    Angled away from him, you momentarily reprimand yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and mouthing oh my god. You turn back to him, not recalling the last time you had to deliberately keep up your aloof front around someone like this.

    “So, are we finishing my hair or just gonna leave it like this?” you ask rhetorically, motioning to your half done hair.

    He watches you do this, confirming his suspicion that you’re really not as cold as you let on. A smile blooms on his face, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as… cute as that.

    “Yeah,” he replies, slipping his gloves back on. The things you do around him seem to mean more now. He notices the way your eyes flutter closed for a moment when he plays with your hair, working in the dye, or the way you still for a split second when he gets a little too close to the side of your face, checking that he didn’t miss a spot.

    He doesn’t want this to end either. But eventually, your hair is fully saturated with dye, the timer on your phone counting down slowly. There’s still some dye left. He sits on the closed toilet.

    “Your turn. Do me.”

    “What?” you laugh.

    “Yeah, a little streak - up here.” He leans forward, sectioning off a part of his hair.

    “Seriously?” you ask.

    “Yeah. Unless you don’t want to match…” he muses. Your eyes get this dreamy look for the briefest second, then you’re turning back to shake the bottle some more.

    “I guess… I mean there’s too much dye to throw out, we might as well do something with it.”

    It’s his turn, now, to feel the warmth from your body, your hands running through his hair. His eyes want to close, and bask in the feeling, but he refuses to miss out on the view of you so soft, so close to him. It doesn’t last nearly long enough for either of you, and much too soon you’re pulling away and throwing away the gloves and empty bottles.

    By the time you finish cleaning up and throw out the garbage, it’s time to rinse your hair. Hanging your head over the tub, you let the water flow over your head until Leo tells you it’s running clear. He does the same, and you point out too late that he only had to rinse the dyed part, not his whole head.

    You both laugh as you wrap a towel around your hair, teaching him how to do the same.

    “Sweet, I’ve always wondered how to do the spa snail towel thing.”

    “The spa snail towel thing?” You try in vain to fight another laugh.

    “Yeah, you know… cause it looks like a snail, and they do it at spas…”

    “Oh… my gods…” you laugh, exiting the bathroom and heading down the hall, “I”m going to get changed.” you call.

    “Am I wrong?” he asks after you, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He heads to his room to do the same.

    A few minutes later, you’re carefully pulling on your top, when he calls through your door.

    “Hey, I’m gonna be in the kitchen, come down when you’re ready.”

    “...Okay,” you agree.

    You check your outfit in the mirror. You can still feel his fingers brushing your neck. Your head tilts at the memory. Snapshots of him pulling off his shirt in slow motion flash in your memory.

    You realize how much of an affect the last hour has had on you. Your stomach drops.

    You can’t possibly be falling in love. No way. Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

    You’re not the falling in love type. At most, you’d hook up with someone a couple times on the rare occasion you thought they were hot, too.

    Oh, you decide, that must be what’s happening. I just think he’s hot. I mean, duh. Of course he’s hot. Did you see him in there?

    That’s all you have to do; hook up with him once, maybe twice, then you’ll get over it. It’ll make his ex jealous, and they’ll get back together. It will go just like it always has. Then you can move on to whatever the next crisis is.

    You take a breath, resolving to follow the plan, exit your room. You throw yours and Leo’s old clothes and towels in the hamper, and head down stairs. He greets you, and pulls you into the kitchen.

    “I have something to ask you.” Your brow furrows.

    “...Okay.”

    He takes your hand in his, the other behind his back.

    “Will you…” he looks at you, gaze piercing, “...be my sous-chef.” he finishes, holding out an apron, matching his.

    You study him, a hopeful, surprisingly confident look on his face. His hair is still damp. You’re sure yours is, too. You wait a beat, before replying slowly.

    “Yes. But I’m not wearing that.”

    “That’s fair,” he says, setting the apron on the counter, “I will have to dock your pay for being out of uniform, though.” You let out a puff of air from your nose, biting back a laugh. He pulls out a skillet, bowl, and oil, and begins preheating the pan. You watch him pull out more ingredients, and begin to set things up.

    “Right now we’re waiting on that,” he says nodding at the stove. You nod, inspecting a bottle of seasoning he’d pulled out, and settle into a comfortable silence.

    He thinks back to the last time you had time like this - playing twenty questions at your apartment. A pit forms in his stomach as he remembers the conversation veering to Calypso, as it always seemed to. He shoves it away. Not this time. He steadies his nerves. “So, you want to play twenty questions?”

    You agree, coming closer to him.

    “If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

    Your eyes flick over to the clock. You have a solid hour, hour and a half before the others are supposed to get here. You stare at him, brushing hair out of his face.

    “I’d be dead in the endless void of deep space.”

    He cracks a smile at how on brand that response was. Your fingertips trail down to his neck, rethen shoulder. The smile doesn’t leave his face, not completely. Your heart beats loudly in anticipation.

    “My turn. Do you want to make out?”

    His head snaps up, eyes locked with yours, trying to tell if you’re serious or if this is another example of your distinct sense of humor. But he can tell it’s not - there’s something a little too close to the surface in your eyes.

    “Yeah. Yes, totally-”

    You grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss, and leaning back against the empty counter.

    His lips are soft and warm, moving gracefully with yours. You barely register that the first kiss ends before you dive back in. You angle your head, deepening the kiss. He plants one hand on the counter, the other making its way to the small of your back. You flick your tongue past his lips, and his grip on your waist tightens. You clutch his collar tighter, other hand moving through his hair, still damp at the ends.

    You can tell he’s enjoying what you do by the way his mouth quirks up ever so slightly at the corners, and by the way he starts to harden beneath you. You roll your hips into his, and he falters, sighing, breath fanning your lips. Not quite a moan, but you’re getting there.

    The front door opens before you can.

    Leo pulls away reluctantly, very reluctantly, and turns off the stove.

    “That was fast,” he says, panting slightly and still very flushed. They’re not supposed to be here for a while, still.

    A tall girl enters the kitchen, dark strawberry blonde hair pulled over her shoulder. She looks between you and Leo with a sour expression on her face.

    “Calypso,” Leo says.

    "...Hi."

    #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson#pjo #lv light up the dark #is that the right tag #lutd #light up the dark #boy howdy is shit about to hit the fan #this isn't even the worst of it yet #the longest part to write was the making out at the end #I kept distracting myself #you know that scene in the princess diaries movie where mia is watching josh and lana kiss #that's how I felt #no thoughts head leo #o o f #just called myself out wow #anyway#enjoy this #pls rant to me in the tags and ask box about it teehee #i personally believe that pjo calypso and hoo calypso are two diffrernt peopel #hoo really ruined her character #i cast antagonize #i mean it #is believable ig #we just didn't get a transition #anyway yeah here's this
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  • jadesy0w0
    06.05.2021 - 20 hours ago

    Saw this clip after not watching Jojo Rabbit for a while and got inspired to make this lmao

    #jojo rabbit#sugar crash #arguably the best scene in the entire movie
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  • incorrectchainsawman
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    Aki, after hearing Denji and Power use a fake Japanese accent to talk to Kishibe over the phone: What the fuck? What the fuck was that?

    Power: Are you stupid, human?

    Denji: Why would we use our own voice?

    Aki: Are you guys stupid? Why'd you guys talk that way? You two sounded like George Takei!

    Denji: So the Drunk Geezer will think we're Japanese yakuza!

    Power: Everyone knows that you don't fuck with the yakuza!

    Aki: You two are Japanese, idiots!

    #chainsaw man #chainsaw man incorrect #chainsaw man incorrect quotes #chainsawman#chainsawman incorrect #chainsawman incorrect quotes #csm#csm incorrect #csm incorrect quotes #denji#power#aki#kishibe #Source: Dead Kids #its that scene #where they ask for a ransom #watch this movie #its p funny #also there's commentary about police violence #and how the police are there to maintain the status quo for the rich elite
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  • wickerring
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    MOVIE SCENE AESTHETIC

    - WAYWARD GODS (1/?)

    - EXCERPT

    ALARIK: How'd I do?
    NIM: How much energy did you burn with that little display?
    ALARIK: Enough go get the job done, Nim
    NIM: Your recklessness will put you on the wrong side of a grave one day, fledgling

    - TAGLIST (ask to be +/-)

    @fablemancy / @bronwennjames / @a-forgotten-dusk / @ecwrenn / @ninazeniks / @willowiswriting / @a-funeral-pyre / @unholyheretics / @ashen-crest / @amnawrites / @forthesanityofsome / @talesfromaurea / @chishiio
    #movie scene aesthetic #wip. wayward gods #oc. alarik dain #oc. skapi & nim #wick's snippets#dialogue#aesthetic#edit#wick's edits#writeblr#first lines
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  • wiitzend
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    mitchell’s vs. the machines is good and the furby mall scene is killing me

    #it's been a minute since i watched an animated movie #that scene in particular has alex hirsch vibes. it's something he would do
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  • ageless-aislynn
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    Because we all need some hugs! 

    BONUS:

    ♥♥♥

    #the flash#harrison wells#harry wells#not-mattobard#;)#tom cavanagh#matt letscher#*hugs* #we all need hugs fam and frens! #plus i spent a redonkulously long time trying to find the movie then the scene and get a capture of it then be shocked that all worked #and then made a GIF out of it #so i wanted an excuse to put it in a post #lol #that's matt letscher in countdown (2019)
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  • amygdalan-arm
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    4 year old me was not prepared for a movie as generally/thematically sexy as the incredibles and i haven’t been the same since

    #i mean it was still a family friendly animated movie but it was pre-disney pixar so there was a bit of an edge that was very neat i think #the scene at the computer terminal in particular. that really boggled and enriched my mind #in a way that no other childrens media had come close to #the soundtrack alone sent me into a fugue state #but like. the questions it raised abt the ethics of superhero shit and the outlawing of supers was pretty interesting #even if i didnt have the understanding of tropes to grasp that at the time #also syndrome was literally a toxic stan back in 2004 kjfgkfjg i joke but yknow what i mean
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  • bellamyblakru
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    biggest issue now with being a gif maker is that i notice hues when i watch shit and it makes me livid when i see how much blue is constantly over the screen💀

    #ashley rambles #its always fuckING BLUEW #like hello movie makee blue is a pain in the ass for me to get out when i gif #merlin has so much motherfucking blue and yellow and im getting feral #just make it balanced for my sake pls😌 #LOLLL #like im watching the scorch trails #and each scene im picking out the colors that i would need to take out to make it look balanced #it’s ruining the way i watch😂 #is this normal #probably not#movie maker*****
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  • otvlanga
    06.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    Meallana is absolute shit with a bow, and maces/axes/daggers of any kind. The only talent she has in one-handed is with a sword. she’s a what did you say bitch? *shoots you from 10 yards away with magic* fighter

    #or she fights people with staffs like loki in the avengers movie #his fucking... scepter or whatever #that scene was cool #shitpost
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  • societalscorns
    05.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    “I'm not locked in here with you, Dr. Lecter. You're locked in here with me.”

    #or something idk I've never seen it #(thats true) #(I remember a scene where a guy was tied to a wheelchair and set on fire) #(I dunno if that was hannibal but if it was thats all I remember) #(again: not a great movie for child) #(also: not a super interesting movie for a child evidently)
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  • coffees-and-creams
    05.05.2021 - 1 day ago

    this scene is my everything

    #— viv vents #this scene makes me #this movie makes me
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