#all mistakes are mine

[thelonewolf48]

The most beautiful image in The Loyal Pin...

According to me and me alone!

If you want to dive into my overthinking brain and see me nerd about photography and why I think this particular shot is the best so far...

Then jump after the cut because it's gonna be a kinda long post!

Before episode seven falls upon us, I want to talk about one scene that makes me lose my mind and that previously commented on Twitter (because I refuse to call it X).

I’m sure there are more prepared people out there to talk about this, but my very amateurish ass can’t stop the word vomit I’m about to post.

I love photography and cinematography.

I love The Loyal Pin and, of course, FreenBecky.

I didn’t come here to tell you how beautiful TLP is, we all agree of its beauty. But, there’s a scene from Episode 6 that I can’t take out of my head for many reasons. If they did this fully knowing what they wanted from this, then they have all my respect! But even if it was a more instinctive choice, I still want to praise them for the shot!

I’ll begin by saying that movies and series can tire our eyes. We have less than seconds to react to the images thrown at us. Some directors make an effort to film in a way that we don’t get tired, that we don’t have to work much to focus on what they want us to see. I won’t go too deep into this topic because it is not the reason why I'm posting this rant.

I’ll try give a short explanation:

Here, we have a medium close-up shot, obviously the point is their faces and their feelings.

Then we jump to the next cut.

And here the magic happens!

Once the image changes, our eyes don’t move! We might not notice because it’s a cut instead of a fade, but this is what it looks like when we merge both images together!

With that our of the way, let’s get to the main point!

First, this is a beautiful Wide Shot! It contains so much more information than we can think. And I want everyone to admire it!

This one feels powerful and it moved us because they’re placed in one of the four intersecting lines when divided in thirds.

Second, we have frames!

And lastly, the image is also divided by 2 very contrasting color temperatures. Warm and cold!

This division is what I want to talk about.

We know why we are in this scene. Lady Pin is heartbroken because they don’t have much time left and they just finally confessed their feelings. So, she feels sad and in pain. She’s feeling blue… and blue is a cold color!

We have visuals of her feelings, not only for what we are seeing in the scene but also on how the cold of the room is trying to eat the warmth of the chandelier!

In contrast, we have Anil trying to give as much comfort as she can. She is hopeful of the future because she knows their love is real and because she will return so much faster than last time. Anil’s warmth is trying to conquer Pin’s cold.

But she is feeling sad too, although she tries to be positive about it, she doesn’t want to leave. I believe this also represents her own feelings of guilt for hurting Pin. Of course, we know it wasn’t her fault but the guilt is there too, she also feels powerless and I dare say even defeated.

That’s why the image isn’t divided in the middle, and both are on the colder side of the room.

You guys have no idea of what happened in my head when this image popped up!!

Maybe there will be other scenes that will make me go wild… But so far, this imagine right here is a masterpiece.

Or maybe I’m reading too much into it!

[rayfishandchips]

look in my defense I was bored in the middle of an exam. 20 min scratch paper doodle be upon ye.

[realchemistry]

Buddie fic teaser

I was listening to "Down Bad" and the idea for this fic came to me. My brain works in funny ways so it doesn't really match the song (at least for now), since it's basically a different take on accident-induced-amnesia.

Anyways, this is just a teaser, I literally thought about it today so it's not done and it might never get finished. Maybe posting it here will help move it along...

No name fic, rated T thus far since the starting point is the shooting.

When Eddie went down, Buck felt a part of himself died with him. It was like an out-of-body experience: he could see himself paralyzed, completely frozen, unable to function because his best friend in the whole world had just been shot. Eddie’s body gave out, hit the pavement, and Buck was pushed to the floor. Eddie was bleeding out right in front of him, and Buck felt himself dying along, but there was no bullet hole to blame. It was all pain, the worst of aches he’d ever known, it was like his heart was ripped apart as Eddie’s body was torn. Eddie seemed to be reaching out, and Buck’s brain went back online. He thought about Chris, about their love for each other and his love for them. Buck had to make it right, so he gathered his strength and wits, and got into action. After dragging his best friend’s body, after placing him in the truck, after tending to his wound, after dropping him off at the hospital, Buck still didn’t feel completely alive. There was a lot of waiting involved, a lot of uncertainty, a lot of crying. When he was told that Eddie was going to be okay, that was when his heart started beating again. Buck ran to the hospital, he needed to see Eddie alive and well for himself. The only reason he hadn’t been right next to his bed was because he knew Chris needed him and, if he was honest with himself, he needed the kid just as much to get through it all. Once he got to Eddie’s floor, Ana was waiting outside the door. She didn’t look as happy as Buck was expecting, all things considered. He wanted to greet her quickly and move on to the room but she stopped him. “Hey, Evan, just, you need to know something before you go in.” “What is it?” Buck was feeling dizzy all of a sudden. “When Eddie woke up, he didn’t… he didn’t remember some things. The doctor said maybe he hit his head or the trauma—” Ana sounded defeated. “What does he remember?” Buck asked, dreading her answer.

[confusedkittensposts]

Adventures of Meowley (part 2)

POV Castiel

Please refer to this post for notes

Part 1

“Here you go”, a cherry middle aged waitress placed his coffee cup on the table, taking his attention away from the band that was playing soft lively music across the street. 

“Thank you”, he smiled politely at her, a little amused by her curious gaze.  

Castiel watched the waitress walk back into the cafe, he had opted to sit at one of the tables outside. Mostly to enjoy the band.

He stirred his coffee, watching people take time to stop and listen to the music, some even dancing with their companions. 

This city was lively, with old fashioned buildings decorated with plants and colorful fabrics draped above the streets. The Seraph picked his cup, taking his attention back to artists as the song notes began to climb. 

He had made a habit of escaping to little corners of the world whenever he could. If only to remind himself  pain and despair were just a part of the world and not all there's to it. 

The performance ended on a high note and inCastiel joined the others clapping and cheering the group. He left the money for coffee and a tip, under his empty cup. 

He strolled the streets under the slanting rays of the setting sun. even visited an occult shop, and while the owner was undoubtedly human, she had managed to gain three hexed objects, hopefully her business will do better without them affecting it.

The seraph was watching a dog run circles between his owner’s feet as she bought flowers when he felt a supernatural presence, he let his grace warp around his, making himself invisible to humans around him. 

He looked around smiling when he spotted Charlotte coming near him. 

Charlotte was the youngest hound of Crowley’s pack and the first he had managed to befriend. To be fair,  his relation with the hounds depends on his relationship with Crowley, they are fiercely loyal to their king, and the demon is just as protective.

He placed his hands on her, scratching and petting behind her ears, the sides of her face, down to whatever part of her neck he could reach. 

“Hey Cas.”  “Hello.”

There was an undercurrent of anxiety around the hound but Castiel refrained from questioning her, knowing if they were in danger Charlotte would not have waited to tell him.

The hellhound leaned into his touch for a moment before pulling back, “Papa wants you to meet him at the graveyard.”

Castiel nodded.

The graveyard was located in an insignificant village of south america, It was spread across a large area of land, near the forest and dotted with old trees and moss covered headstones. Crowley used the place as a playground for  his hounds.

Charlotte took his leave, without any further information, saying she had another message to deliver. The seraph flew to the cemetery. 

Imogen, Ophelia, Friar stood in a loose semi circle near a bench not far from Castiel. They turned, feeling his presence, parting their circle.

On the bench, in front of the hounds, sitting gracefully, was a large black Cat. 

His head tilted to a side as he regarded the familiar demonic form of Crowley crammed in the little  furry vessel. The cat looked right back at him with warm amber coloured eyes. ‘Hello feathers’, the cat flicked his tail once, otherwise remaining completely still.

“Crowley?” Castiel walked closer to him, “why are you a cat?”

"Haven’t you heard? it’s the newest fashion”, he rolled his eyes, almost impressed by the amount of sarcasm Crowley filled in the few words. 

“What happened?”, the seraph asked, absently reaching to scratch behind Friar’s ears. 

The cat meowed loud and indignant, clearly unhappy with the question, “Had a little run in with my dear mother. She seems to think she has a sense of humor.”

A part of Castiel thought so too, but telling that to the demon was unlikely to end well. 

The seraph felt her presence a moment before Juliet ran into the graveyard, her powerful paws leaving deep imprints in the soft soil.

The hound was anxious and agitated much like Charlotte, it made him wonder how exactly the latest confrontation between Crowley and Rowena had gone down. 

“Castiel”, the hellhound nodded at him, before turning to the king of hell and relaying the news she had brought. 

The seraph listened to her report with half a mind; his hand twitched with the urge to know just how soft the Cat’s or well, Crowley's fur would feel. The thought was ridiculous And dangerous, if the waves of irritation he could feel rolling off the cat shaped demon was anything to go by. He idly wondered if getting scratched to death would be worth it.

“Feathers?” 

“Huh”, the seraph broke out of his thoughts, to see everyone looking at him. “Sorry,” he shook his head, “what?”

“My demons found the witch.” 

“And you need my help to have her reverse the spell.” 

“If it's not too much of a bother”

“Of course not.”

Castiel stood in a botanical garden slash nursery somewhere in Washington, Rowena was picking some herbs from.

“I hate flying”, Juliet grumbled beside him, shaking herself. “Can’t share your complain today, darling”

The Seraph smiled at the Cat nestled in his arms, Crowley hadn’t been happy when he scooped his small form up, but by now the demon had made himself comfortable.

Angels fly between planes, Demons teleport, but Hounds run between the planes, so he isn’t surprised Juliet isn’t thrilled to travel with him. But they needed to catch Rowena before she leaves the place.

The witch must have felt his presence, because she was waiting for them in a quiet corner of the emptying garden. “Hello, tweetie pie”, her red lips pulled into a grin. 

Both Juliet and Crowey growled, almost drowning Castiel’s quiet greeting. 

“Fergus!”, The witch quickly walked towards them, reaching for the demon. The Seraph took a few steps back, pulling away from her.

“Rowena”, Castiel’s voice rang through the plants, a hint of his true voice laced the words. The witch stopped where she was, her smile dropped into a smirk and her eyes turned sharp. Beside him, Juliet calmed down. 

“You are no fun, Angel. Maybe-

“Just remove the spell, will you?”, Crowley cut her off, much to Castiel's relief. 

“Why would I ever do that? that looks suits you” Rowena looked between the demon and the Seraph, “I will be happy to take him off your hands.”

“Just reverse the spell and you can walk out of here alive.” Castiel was in no mood to play games with the witch, a sentiment she unfortunately did not share

“I am sorry, Castiel, but I can't do that.”

The seraph sighed, he moved Crowley to sit on his shoulder, and stalked towards Rowena.

His eyes glowed with his grace, his hand closed around his blade, “Turn Crowley Back.”

“As I said, I can't. There is no counter spell, no way to reverse or remove it.” Rowena looked at Crowley, “the spell run its course and fade on its own”

“Liar”, The demon under the spell hissed, his little claws curled into Castiel's trenchcoat. 

“Did you truly think I would make it so easy for you? I am your mother, I know your annoying habit of having tricks up your sleeve.” Rowena turned to him then, taking half a step forward, “Can’t you tell if I am lying or not?”

“Hey”, they turned to watch a man approaching them, “We are closing, you should have been out 10 minutes ago.”

“Forgive us,” Rowena grabbed hold of his arm, tugging him along, “My friend here is rather enthusiastic about the plants, we lost the track of time.” 

Castiel followed the witch, asking Juliet to do the same.

“How long will it take for the spell to fade?” He asked her as they were making their way out of the building, Crowley made a noise of protest, but Castiel quickly pulled him down, holding the cat to his chest.

“A week or two”, the witch looked at the demon, “maybe three?”

“You know, I will kill you, if he asks me to.” “Hmm, I don’t think so.”

Rowena placed a little card in his pocket once they stood outside, “Call me, preferably or something that isn’t about your new little plaything.” She tried to pet Crowley again, but Castiel pulled him away.

“Why are you letting her go?”, Juliet asked, once the witch had disappeared. 

The King of Hell let out a sigh, it sounded strange coming from a cat, “As I said before, I will kill her myself.”

[ameriel]

anyone know if we have catgirl tomorrow

[courfee]

remus is very unimpressed, sirius is very happy :)

based on this post

[chrysanthemore]

damian al ghul......................

[zainlouis]

chaser? where? | louis taking a shot with fans on stage • santander music festival 08.03.24

[batcavescolony]

To like comics is to ignore comics.

When your favorite character has existed for 80+ years, has had 100s of writers, has changed over and over again, sometimes they got it wrong. You have to decide what to ignore for your own sanity.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[noirecheris3]

the boy (bat?) is mine

[wardingshout]

your alttp link and zelda art scratches my brain in such a way ill never get over

I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT !!!! that's the exact thing they're doing to me too so it's so exciting if it's not just me !! and like if I could put some of those little brain demons into art...

I like to think Zelda doesn't smile all that much like she's just kinda stiff and awkward but then when she does smile it's goofy big smile...

[roominthecastle]

Siegfried & (being ceaselessly mesmerized by) Audrey

[ghuleh-anima-mia]

come, mist eternal

[silvialightning]

I think it’s hilarious that they made Slade look like a Pokémon villain in the new Adventures with Superman show.

Slade Wilson has been a Dilf for a super long time. He’s clearly so much younger in this show. Ya’ll should let the twink enjoyers have a win here.

[cowboyshit]