#THE SYNCHRONIZATION TOO

[wintersportism]

the lads watching anders’ jump and then hopping around to see the points is so funny to me

[impactrueno]

(thread i posted on twitter copypaste)

i think musical bj and lydia have the most interesting dynamic of the three…they go toe to toe, seem to be in perfect sync without even trying, she managed to turn his marriage threat on its head by tricking HIM back, and then a mini redemption arc? we love to see it but this also means it's hard for me to think of interesting things for them, because they already said everything that needed to be said in the musical. perfect closure too. what else is there even to tell?

thinking about this again since i've been rewatching the musical over and over. the emotional resolution and closure they had was so satisfying after offering what is probably the best (subjectively) and most balanced (objectively) dynamic of the three iterations

over at tumblr i've been talking about how cartoon bj and lydia's friendship isn't as perfect as it seems, especially in the later episodes. it's so sad to see but i'm also invested in their potential downfall and how that would go down…it's interesting to think about

but hey at least they're not movie bj and lydia lol. what….a mess of a dynamic those two have now with the sequel. it could've been handled so much better. they obviously wanted us to root for bj a little in this one, but the cool things he does amount to nothing, pretty much.

feels weird sympathizing with THIS beetleguy of all three but wow not even a reluctant "thanks i guess" or anything? idk feels like something was missing there. just one of the many things that feel like they're setting up for a third installment

thinking so hard about this because when i write them i gotta think about their motivations, feelings and why they feel that way, etc and bj saving astrid's life and exposing rory as a fraud and abuser (in an incredibly satisfying way) definitely tipped the scales in his favor.

so i'm still figuring out how lydia would feel about all that. i have this scene stuck in my head of her and astrid talking about bj. and astrid, who's really only seen him do good things, goes "…really mom?" and now i'm going "welp she's kinda got a point, lydia" NOW WHAT.

if i were in her shoes, me personally, that would've won me over or at the VERY least i would've forgiven him since he made up for the bad stuff. and i keep seeing people who feel the same way… then again, the ending does show he's still messing with her so idk. mixed feelings

trying my hardest to work with what canon gave us if you couldn't tell lol. sloppy as it was. i will try to make sense of it so i can do my stupid little comics

i guess at least she let him down easy lmao. as sarcastic her "look i'm sorry things didn't work out between us but the 600 year gap is a little much for me" line was. but he's not gonna give up that easily, is he? of course not. he's beetlejuice. he's gonna be annoying forever.

none of this would be such an issue if they had given them more screentime together to let their dynamic cook a bit and actually see how they get along 😑 hmph

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk im done now

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7.15.23

[1800duckhotline]

Please clap after much thought i gave romeo a fresh coat of paint

[darling-gemini]

Going nuts thinking about how Annalise is a mother who lost her child and Wes is a child who lost his mother and how this further contributes to their already existing mother/son dynamic

[oksanas-sun]

villaneve ||| stalker's tango

do you know that feeling when you find a song that fits a ship so well, your brain can't even comprehend it

[eightyonekilograms]

In the same way that the 80s didn't actually end until the Soviet Union dissolved in 1991 and the 90s didn't actually end until 9/11, I would argue the 2010s didn't really end until BuzzFeed News shut down last week and Ben Smith published his retrospective obituary of the BuzzFeed/Gawker/Jezebel/etc. machine.

[doomspaniels]

Concern about Brother's Unjust Confinement

Yelling About It

Checking On Brother

Meerkating About It

Yelling About It Again

Synchronized Spanieling, looking to see if Fåthř reacted

Tristan, slightly quicker on the uptake, looking to see if Møthr will do anything either

It's been two weeks, pups, this situation is not new. Two more weeks, being careful, being cautious, and hopefully he'll be good as new.

[michaeltrevino]

You guys mind if I ask you a few questions?

[plague-of-insomnia]

there is something strangely erotic about vincent phantomhive being fluent in japanese

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 16 / 31 * SYNCHRONICITY 」

September 12, 1885

Maggie always cautioned him his bleeding heart would get him into trouble.

He couldn’t help that, though. There was already enough suffering in the world—what harm did it do to be kind? To look after others as if they were your own?

Mr. Eastwood was a good soul. Oh, like his brother, poor Martin, may God rest his soul, he had his troubles, that all-consuming need to try and prove himself—he’d wager the farm he was somebody’s little brother too, so certain was he of that—to win the fleeting gossip of a group of people whose affections only lingered on whatever was most exciting in this dust bowl of a town.

The only people a man had to prove himself to was himself and to God.

But, like Martin, Mr. Eastwood had a heart as big as the country, caring just as much about others as he did for himself. That much was obvious that very first night he blew into their lives like a whirlwind, taking the fence with it, only to slot into their little home—their lives—almost like he belonged there.

It's funny how just a few short days can really make a man feel like he knows somebody...

And little Will had taken to him almost immediately, reinforcing his opinion that, whether this be an act of Providence or sheer luck, Clint Eastwood had entered their lives for a reason and had a place amongst them, if he so wanted.

He’d never felt quite a connection to anyone like that before, not since the day his younger brother was ripped away from him, taken somewhere he couldn’t follow. Not yet.

Just like Martin, Clint Eastwood, too, was gone, and Seamus wasn’t planning on that news to tear a hole clean through him.

Supposing it was a man’s time, there was just nothing that could be done, but like he did what feels like an eternity ago now, Seamus lifts his head heavenward and stares long and hard at the perfect blue. Squinting against the afternoon sun’s harsh light, Seamus searches for something, though he isn’t quite sure what. A glimmer in the sky, perhaps. A flash of something, a revelation, a gust of wind rolling through the countryside carrying a message for his ears only, anything.

The heat lashes across his pale cheeks as he waits. Nothing changes, not so much as an errant cloud in the sky for his troubles or to signify that someone was listening, but Seamus keeps his eyes trained on the sky.

Why, God? I did everything I could. I thought You were trying to tell me this was my second chance—isn’t that why You put Clint Eastwood in front of me, gave him Martin’s face, and gave him the same troubles?

He did it—he didn’t fight that brute, he made it out okay—and this is what he’s given for overcoming that? A freak accident sending him to the bottom of the ravine?

“Seamus!” Maggie’s voice cuts across the silence like the crack of a whip. “When you’re done, hurry up inside—we’ve got guests. Mister Brown has come to pay us a visit. He says he has something he wants to share with us. And don't you forget to wash up first!”

[fangirlfortress]

You know that VERY specific subgenre of science fiction/horror/thriller/mystery whatever where everything is perfect. But it isn't, not quite? I mean where we start in a place where everything is absolutely wonderful and just as it should be. We have a protagonist and maybe they're an actual character or maybe they're just a way through which we can view this world, but they are in a beautiful place, a place that is perfect to an almost eerie degree. Not quite, but almost. You can practically see it. The grass is Pantone 2272 CP, the sky a rich and beautiful Pantone 15-4421 TPG. Your neighbors are friendly, your friends loving and carefree and so happy. You're happy. Nothing ever changes, nothing bad ever happens.

But, well, something isn't right. Maybe it has the episodial vibe of a sitcom or the eerie feeling of the second try in a time loop, where you're sure you've seen this before but can't figure out why. Something isn't right. Everything is perfect and just like it's been for as long as you've been in this place, so different from where you were before (where were you before? You can't remember anymore. You've always been here, haven't you? You search your mind for anything before this place, but you can't. Huh. That's weird.), but something is wrong.

It comes to your slowly at first: Mrs. Gardener is always pruning her tulips. Well, yes, always. Why? Every day she does this, and the next day the tulips are there like she never did it all. She prunes her tulips.

Nothing ever changes, nothing bad ever happens. You try to ask questions, but everyone looks at you like they don't get it, or you've gone insane. Some look like they're hiding something. Suddenly the perfection isn't comforting, it's eerie. It's a cage. You can see suddenly all the ways in which your environment isn't normal. The weather isn't supposed to always be perfect. No town moves the same way every day, like a synchronized dance. What the fuck is happening? What is this place? Why is everyone acting so strange? Don't they see it? Are they real? Is anyone here but you even real? Are you the only real person here?

And then things get slowly more and more sinister? Like, I can only think of film examples, no books or anything, but the cinematography shows as the protag becomes more and more aware. The sky looks brighter, the music more grated, slower and creepier. Nothing is right. This place is not safe. It doesn't have to be a small town specifically, it's just that vibe is slowly discovering that this beautiful place you're in is a terrifying hellscape conjured by someone that desperately wants to keep you there.

[harrylights]

sat by the ocean to watch the sunset, teardrops and only the brave closed it out right as the sun went down past the mountains 🌞

[neverbelessthan]

I got tagged by the lovely @sleepystede to make an adorable little picrew blorbo dude. Thank you for tagging me! 🥰

I was feelin' the spots. He looks like a little chicken stuck in a stress ball. Also this is a 10/10 accurate representation of me in a few weeks, glasses and noise cancelling headphones on, listening to @lindie-kninjaknitter's podfics while i wander about Japan ✌️

tagging: @jessystardust, @adickaboutspoons, @scorpiostarseed, @wickedlycaskett, @endevouring-to-surprise, @daria-meoi, @pumpkinspicepirates and sorry sorry sorry if i've tagged anyone who has already done it, and if I missed someone who would like to do it please just pretend that I'm better at this than I am and that I tagged you. (And if I keep tagging you for these things and you hate them, please tell me to stop.) *social anxiety jazz hands*

(I've been buried under mountains of uni work and only just realised that i've been tagged for a bunch of things! Sorry! I'm slowly toddling my way through them, thank you so much for thinking of me! ❤️)

[boyczar]

[dykeofmisfortune]

status: in desperate need of a change