#(IT'S NOT SATURDAY NIGHT YET.....)

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

And you know that I would give you my wild, give you a child but is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?

[heythere-mel]

Same energy.

[piercedprisoner]

I've made the "learn-the-alphabet-with..." meme with Danny! This is the first part from letter A to M :D

And here's the link for Part 2!

[anywayxstarchild]

got jumpscared by biblically accurate gallagher brothers on snl today, what else is new😭

[yume-x-hanabi]

Currently watching: Miss Night and Day

I decided to review a few of the dramas I'm currently (re)watching, starting with a new find: Miss Night and Day

This one is currently airing (new ep every Sat.-Sun. on Netflix) and has just reached its halfway point, so I think it's a good time to write down my thoughts.

The basic plot

(Genres: Romcom, Mystery, Fantasy)

The main character, Lee Mi-Jin, is a 28-year-old who keeps trying and failing to get a job as a public servant, and even falls for a scam out of her desperation to find a proper job. One day, she helps a magical (?) cat, who grants her a blessing/curse (depending on how you see it lol) as a result: during the day, her appearance ages to what she would look like in her 50's, while she comes back to her young self during the night. Cue her scrambling to juggle those two identities while keeping it hidden from everyone.

Ironically, she manages to find a job quite easily as her old self through a senior employment program, and through hijinks ends up as secretary to prosecutor Gye Ji-Ung, whom she met as her young self when she got scammed, then later as a witness to a murder case.

Impressions so far

Story: One thing you need to know about me is that I'm a sucker for crime/mystery/legal dramas, especially when there's an interesting twist in the setting. So right off the bat this one's premise drew me in. I also tend to not really enjoy romance/romcom dramas on their own, but sprinkle in some crime/mystery, plus some supernatural element on top, and I'm innnnn.

So far it's delivered on both fronts. The serious underlying investigation plotline is less prominent than the comedy hijinks, but that's good for where we're at, I like the balance between the two. There's a lot of subplots going on, and they keep things moving and interesting; it's worked well in terms of pacing. There's one plotline I would have preferred done a bit differently, but I'm reserving judgment on that until I've seen where it leads. Otherwise I've enjoyed the way it's going.

Characters:

Main girl: She's a very fun lead. She's generally a peppy heroine, but she's also a woman nearing her 30's whose life has not turned out how she wanted, so she's also got that Tired Adult™️ vibe that's quite relatable. She may not be the smartest (she sometimes has a tendency to rush in without thinking at first), but she's also perceptive and resourceful, so while she does need saving from time to time, she also often can find a way to get out of some situations she put herself in (often when it pertains to keeping her identity switch secret lol). Both actresses are doing a great job with the role--you really feel they're playing the same character, so much that you sometimes almost forget they're two different people.

Main guy: I'm really, really loving this take on the "stoic/assholish male lead (who will be softened by the love interest)" archetype. Yes, he is a stoic workaholic and a bit of a jerk... when he's at work. But in his day to day life, he's quite openly sweet and empathetic. And I really like that this is the side that Mi-Jin got to see first. So it's not really that he has a hidden soft side that she needs to discover, but more that she gets confused by the contrast with his work persona. She eventually calls him out on his bad attitude toward her (old self) in the office, and he improves on that front too. (Honestly tho apart from his scheme to get her to quit being his secretary at the beginning, I don't think what earns him his reputation as a jerk in the office is even that bad? he's just mostly blunt and doesn't tolerate slackers; like in a lot of cases it's warranted imo). Anyway I really like his character, and there's a lot of little scenes I absolutely adore (and definitely makes me ship them :p) Only thing I find weird is that he hasn't taken note of the similarities between young Mi-Jin and her old self (for example, her bright pink backpack she takes everywhere should be a giveaway; also the fact she tends to pop up in the same places he last saw her old version at lol). Dude is supposed to be a smart prosecutor, I'm surprised his observation skills are failing him there (especially since there's been a few close calls).

Second male lead: I'm gonna be honest, I don't care much for him. He's obviously gonna be important considering the recent plot development, and I guess I'm glad Mi-jin has someone at work who knows her secret and wants to help her, but I still don't have much of an opinion of him. He's just there lol. I do hope they're not going to drag in an unrequited love subplot or something like that.

Supporting cast: I initially found Mi-Jin's overbearing parents annoying, but it's clear they love her and want the best for her, so they've become quite endearing. I absolutely love her best friend (she's a beauty youtuber lmao), she's so cute and such a sweetheart. Other supporting characters are okay so far; potential suspect is creepy enough, tho he's so obvious I'm wondering whether he's a red herring. We'll see I guess...

Music/Directing/etc: The music's appropriate to the scenes, which is what matters most, but nothing particularly stands out aside from the main theme. The directing is good, again nothing particularly stands out imo (maybe a small negative point is a bit too much repetition at times), but nothing bad either.

All in all, it's a pretty fun show and I'm quite enjoying it so far. Waiting for new episodes is hard lol

[codecicle]

i CANNOT afford to be sick rn. AND YET.

[rayroseu-reblogs]

THE FACE CARD IS INSANE

[nerdie-faerie]

Yeah, sure, maybe I should be at the club like the other twenty somethings on the last Saturday before uni starts back up. Instead, I stayed in and made fruit bread that's gonna feed my soul when classes start

[nice-bright-colors]

Saturday’s List

Workout at gym

Observe the roofers working on the weekend via cameras

Review construction schedule

Complete weekly project update report

Complete time sheet & update invoices

Lunch

Shower

Shave

Fuck

Pack my suitcase for the week

Pack up MacBook/ IPad & notes

Fill up the gas tank

Fuck off down at the pub for a pint

Dinner

Set early alarms

Sleep

Maybe that 5:30am flight out on a Sunday morning was a bad idea?

[cryingincrocs]

OKAY now that I have the time to talk about it, I can finally go into my rant about the Saturday Night movie. I've seen it twice and convinced my film professor to go see it and most of my irls have to be sick of it by now.

Also spoiler warning for those who care.

ANYWAYS I already made a whole rant about it for one my classes so I'm just reposting it here because it has all of my thoughts, if not more formal than if I had written it directly for tumblr.

After seeing this movie twice I can confidently say it is my favorite movie of the year if not one of my favorite movies of all time. I can't remember the last time I finished watching a movie or walked out a theater feeling so genuinely inspired. What makes this movie so inspiring can be boiled down to the cinematography, the score and the actors.

When it comes to the camera quality itself, cinematographer Eric Steelberg could've used something of so high quality you could see every little pore on a person's face if it weren't covered in make-up. But the fact that the camera they used had not only grain to it, but would show slight deterioration like you see in pre-2000 (or more pre-2010) where there's little flickers of black. I'm not an expert on cameras so I don't the terms for these things but essentially, the quality of the camera was older. Not as old as the cameras used in 1975, but older than the ones used to film movies today like The Substance or Deadpool and Wolverine. What I find with this choice is how it helps build the movie's atmosphere. Often you find that people associate the past with relevant technology. When someone thinks of the 50s, they wouldn't have the same lense as when they think of the 80s because of how drastically different the quality of films are. Then when it comes to the actual filming of the movie, the camera often becomes a character of its own. Early into the movie, as some of the main characters step off an elevator, we are thrusted into the world of Studio 8H where SNL is to be filmed. People are everywhere, props are being moved about, conversations are overlapping. All the while the camera doesn't cut. It just keeps swerving and following characters as they navigate about. It doesn't cut until I believe our lead character, Lorne Micheals, steps into the control room. More conversations are filmed less with cuts and more with the camera jerking back and forth. Although the first can still happen, it depends on the mood of the scene. At other points, a rack of costumes is led through the set by Rosie and back stage to Belushi's dressing room. The camera leads this as if the audience is walking with Rosie. The fluidity of the camera and the quality of the lens builds on this tone of barely controlled chaos and helps heighten the anxiety the characters are experiencing.

The entire soundtrack of the movie was done by Jon Batiste. Not only that, but he had a role in the movie as well, playing Billy Preston. I have been listening to the soundtrack so much since I saw the movie the first time. Because of this blanketing feeling of anxiety of if the show will fit the run time, have sketches go smoothly, or even make it to air at all, the music is often fast-paced to match. You can hear semblance of a heart-beat or rushing foot steps created by the instruments. It gives you a sense of motivation and 'holy shit I gotta move now and not stop' and it's awesome. there are some parts of music that slow us down and have us sit in a moment. there are other times when the music cuts out completely and you can really feel it's absent. like after belushi is given his rack of costumes, the music cuts when outside the room, the rack is slammed aganst the wall because he hates the bee costume. the music cuts and the flow is momentarily interrupted. it builds on that startling feeling and ooiugh. oough its so good. And although the feelings there are so drastically different, the overall vibes of the soundtrack remain the same. I did not live through 1975, or any of the 70s, so my opinion should be taken with a heavy dose of salt, but I believe the music does fit that late 70s vibe.

They did a phenomenal job with the casting. Lorne Micheals is played by Gabriel LaBelle who has done an amazing job revealing his emotions and his thoughts through just his facial expressions. When he's trying to keep a level head and subdue the rising anger and anxiety in his body, you can practically feel the tension caused all by the way he tenses his face and carefully speaks. You can feel through the screen how there are moments where he's close to erupting and it's incredible work. He's also, so me. That's literally me. I got my best friend to see it with me the second time and he looked at me and agreed that it was unfortunately, very me. And the same goes for the other actors. I don't know the original SNL cast too well by face, but as far as the main cast goes, i think they were able to carry themselves like their real counterparts and there was so much dedication and passion for the movie oozing out of the screen.

I've gotten so obsessed that I went on wikipedia to read up on every original cast member (starting with Lorne Micheals himself). and yes, I'm aware certain people aren't very good people. trust I know.

I will take as many opportunities as I can to talk about this movie. I want people to go see it, regardless of if you're a fan of SNL or not. Like I mentioned before, i walked out of the theater having an epiphany of 'this is what I want to be, this is what I want to do'. I'm very happy I got to see it twice in theaters, I've literally never done that before.

[squirting-sub]

Haven't had a properly long and rough session in a minute, so the plan is to have one this week finallyyy. Can't wait to be in sub space again (hopefully)!!

[thefabelmans2022]

i feel like i'm. pre-hyperfixated.

[slav-every-day]

[destinyandcoins]

fuck anyone who tries to sneer at needing background music or an audio book or whatever to concentrate. human beings have been using storytelling and music to pass the time while they Accomplish A Task for literally all of human history, and it is in fact one of the distinguishing traits of humanity that allowed us to get this far.

sorry if I need to listen to a podcast while plugging these numbers into a spreadsheet, linda, it's just that the hunk of soft tissue firing millions of electrical impulses a minute to animate my entire body can't distinguish between this tedious task and the slow mind numbing process of chipping a rock into the desired tool that I need to more efficiently hunt or make fire and allow me to evolve from survival to a conscious appreciation for life and the wonders of imagination

[josephslittledeputy]

WIP Whenever!

Been tagged in a few WIP Wednesdays that I missed, so thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @jillvalentinesday @marivenah @simplegenius042 @g0dspeeed for keeping me in the loop!

Tagging @clicheantagonist @henbased @nonfunctioning-queer @purplehairsecretlair @adelaidedrubman and anyone else who feels like it! (Or don’t, totally up to you)

First up is part one of Willa’s dark au, They Watch From The Pews

Another day gone by, another hostage saved, another person she’s helped that weren’t her people.

She'd been stuck in Fall’s End for nearly a week now, recovering from her concussion, helping out when needed, rescuing anyone who needed rescuing. Most everyone she’d rescued had made their way to Fall’s End, some even decided to form a group: The Resistance. Or at least that’s what they started calling themselves. It wasn’t very creative, but it didn’t need to be when it was getting the job done, which was to push back against the cult. So far, it’d been working relatively well and every day their numbers grew in strength. What she couldn’t stomach, though, was the fact that everyone looked to her like a de facto leader.

She was no leader.

What normally would elate someone else only made her infuriated. What right did they have to delegate such a role to her? Every day it was something new: Deputy, take out this group of peggies and rescue these hostages! Deputy, the cult stole all our gas, bring us some tanker trucks! Deputy, someone from the cult defected, you need to save them! Deputy, pick up a big rig you’ve never driven in your life because it was my dads! Never once did anyone ever ask about her needs. For days she'd been waiting for news, from anyone, and yet all they had to tell her was more shit that needed to be done! For all she knew, her people were dead already and here she was, playing a glorified errand runner for people who couldn't give two shits about her! Not unless she could do something for them first. The rage that had nestled in her chest before—a hot ember kept ignited by every slight she’d suffered—grew, and grew, until it was nearly consuming her.

Then, during one of the long, long days she’d been sitting in Fall’s End, she’d snapped.

“I don’t give a damn, Jerome! I’m goin' whether you 'er any a'yer little Resistance like it 'er not. And tell Mary May not to close my goddamn tab!”

They’d recently gotten word from the cult defector that Hudson was being kept in John’s bunker. Their only problem was that he kept the only key to the place tied around his neck and rarely ever left. When he did leave, it was with a whole entourage of peggies, keeping him more secure than the president themselves. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take them all down—especially with the help of the Resistance—but they had machine guns and grenade launchers, all things she very much lacked. So, her only course of action was to draw his ire, get herself kidnapped, and figure things out from there. If she played her cards right, she could get into the bunker and get Hudson out. Jerome and Mary May, however? Well, they weren't keen on the idea. What would happen if they lost their biggest asset against the cult? It led to an argument that carried over into the next morning, until finally, she threw her arms up and told them where the sun don't shine.

Fast Forward to when Willa rescues Hudson

“I know your sin. It drives you. Every thought, every action.” He lets out a breath. “Your sin is Wrath.” On the final word, he places his hand to his chest with a small laugh. “So I’ll indulge you: Become Wrath. Let it fill your body and consume your soul. Because in the end, you’ll still be empty. And I’ll be waiting right here.” John gives her a pitying look before throwing a glance behind him, at Hudson. “We both will.”

“No, John. I’m taking Hudson and we’re leaving or so help me I will cave your goddamn fuckin’ head in!” Swinging at him—something he evidently hadn’t expected—she smashes the pipe against his shoulder, ignoring his cry of pain. Dropping the pipe, she lunges for him, sending them both toppling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Her fist launches forward, sending his head snapping to the side in a daze when it connects. “That’s for drowning me, you bastard.” Standing to her feet, she quickly rushes over to Hudson, who was struggling and yelling. “I gotcha.” Gently peeling the tap off, she quickly begins working on her ropes, ignoring the groaning John on the floor, who was recovering from her assault quicker than she'd expected.

“You came… I-I thought…” Hudson sobs, taking in deep breaths that weren’t restricted by the tape over her mouth.

“Of course I did.” She moves to the front of her and crouches down, working on getting the restraints off her feet next. “I know it took me a while, I had to… Well, I was preoccupied.” She looks up at Hudson, gently wiping away the fresh tears that’d fallen. “But I never stopped looking. Now let’s get the hell outta here, huh?”

“You’ll never get out of here, Deputy.” John coughs, standing and shaking his head with a bruise beginning to form around his eye.

“Like hell we will.” She growls, grabbing Hudson’s hand and pulling her toward the door. Yanking on the handle, she slips out the small crack of the door and closes it behind her, sealing John in the room by himself.

Next is my beloved Valerie Morgan, from my Clash of Worlds AU

The wind rushes through her hair, the motorcycles engine purrs beneath her, and the neon lights turn into blurs overhead.

God, she hates to admit how much she missed Night City, but it truly feels like coming home, even if it’s not actually her city. It won’t be long until it is. Until all the little ants are trembling beneath her feet, eager to get out of her way or to throw their lot in with her in hopes of being spared. It’s a thought that tugs a wicked smile onto her face, pulling at the freshly healed scars marring the left side of her face, a courteous reminder from a name she no longer cares to remember.

She wouldn’t want to ruin such a good mood, after all.

She’s buzzing with an energy that could transcend time, if she let it. She feels unstoppable, like there’s nothing that can stand in her way. Nothing, except the asshole in front of her that causes her to roll to a stop. Her teeth grind together with a ferocity that nearly shatters the pearly whites inside her mouth, but she settles for a simple honk of the horn instead. And by simple, she naturally means laying on the horn until the person in front of her has the audacity to look behind them.

“Fuck you! Go around!”

Her eye twitches and her nostrils flare. “Fuck… me?”

“Yeah, you heard me!”

She looks around to check her surroundings before pointing at herself, repeating, “Me?”

“Yes! YOU!”

She puts the kickstand on the bike down and turns off the purring engine, giving the man one last chance “Are you sure you mean me?” She questions with a tilt of her head.

“Who the fuck else could I mean? You’re the only fuck nut honkin’ their horn for a minute straight! Can’t you see I’m talkin’ here?” He jabs a thumb to his right, where another person stands by the passenger door.

She gets off the bike and walks up to him with a skip in her step, stopping right next to his door. Flashing a slightly manic smile, she bends at the waist and leans her arms against the open window. “What I want to know is who stops in the middle of the road?”

“You some type of gonk or somethin’? I said I'm talkin'!”

She stops, stares for a few uncomfortable seconds, then starts to laugh. The driver begins to laugh as well, and pretty soon, everyone’s laughing together, like they’re all in on the same joke. What joke that is, they’re still not sure, but the whole situation was beginning to seem downright silly.

It really was just utterly absurd! How could she not have noticed this man was talking to someone? How dare she have the gall to bring attention to that fact? How dare she think that she was above him? That she didn’t know she could just go around him this whole time! It was all just so. Damn. Laughable. She reaches in the window, grabs ahold of his shirt, and yanks him out. With a strength nobody could know she possessed, she tosses him over his car and onto the sidewalk, barely missing the idiot standing by the passenger door.

“Y-you’re fuckin’ whack lady!” They shout before taking off at a full sprint, glancing back to see if she was coming after them.

Before they can look back a second time, she’s right in front of them. “I’m whack? You’re the one who’s running!” Lashing out, she aims for their knees, sending them falling to the ground like a rag doll. “But not for long!” She taunts in a singsong voice, leaving them to tend to their shattered knees. “Now where was I? Oh right!” With a cheery smile, she turns and heads back toward the driver stumbling to his feet, ignoring the pained cries and pleas for help behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d be more worried about how you’re eating tonight.” The wicked gleam in her eye and smile that matches is the last thing the man sees.

[thatndginger]

I've been working overtime for so long that the concept of three consecutive days off is legitimately incomprehensible

I can't even be excited that I have an actual weekend because my body is *convinced* we have to go to work tomorrow and monday. capitalism fuckin sucks y'all