#and i knowwww he was just trying to be ~realistic~ and look at it from all angles or whatever but my dad immediately started telling me how

[backseatloversz]

so so frustrating that my parents keep telling me "you should at least finish community college and get your AA because most jobs these days require you to have at least an AA" and i ask the incredibly reasonable question "what jobs?" and they say "IDK" ????ok well I dont want to pursue an education if its not clear what jobs it will lead me to. ? like hello ?

[five-rivers]

When You Wake part 2

For Dannymay Day 4: Videotape.

.

“Alright,” said Tucker, jumping off the stepladder.  “One video camera installed and ready to catch your freaky sleep disappearing act.”

Danny sat on his bed, and rubbed the sole of his right foot.  “Do you really think it’ll work?  I mean, it’ll only show me getting up and leaving, not why or where I go or anything.”

Tucker shrugged.  “I don’t know, but if we can get you getting up on tape at least we can be sure you aren’t being kidnapped by ghosts.  I understand that’s a big concern.”

“Ugh,” said Danny, collapsing back onto his bed.  “Don’t talk about that as if it’s an actual possibility.  I get enough of it from my parents.”  It would be good to ‘rule it out,’ though.  Maybe then they’d be able to start looking for the real problem.  

Tucker’s lips twisted.  “Yeah, haha.  Sorry.”  He sat down on the bed next to Danny, who promptly threw a pillow at him.  “Hey!  Show some respect, I’m helping you out here.”

“I knowwww,” said Danny, rolling onto his front.  

Tucker patted him on the back.  “Man, you know what would be great?  If we could stick, like, a camera to you, too.”

“Don’t those exist?”

“Not that I can afford,” said Tucker.

“Mom and Dad paid for this camera.”

“Yeah, well, I have no idea what they think is reasonably priced.  But it’d be great to figure out your blackouts in general, not just the sleepwalking thing.”

“I wish.”

Tucker was quiet for a long moment.  Then he sighed with a note of… relief?  

Danny looked up, but Tucker wasn’t doing anything odd, just looking at Danny’s ceiling with a slight frown on his face.  “Is your ceiling different, by the way?”

“Oh,” said Danny, brightening and sitting back up.  “Yeah.  I kind of revamped my constellations!  I wanted to make them more realistic, you know?”  He shrugged.  “It’s a work in progress.”  He was pretty proud of it, even if it wasn’t perfect.  It reflected the night sky much better like this.  

“It looks pretty elaborate.  You’re not doing this instead of sleeping, are you?”

Danny winced.  “At first, I guess, but that didn’t help any, I’d still black out, so…”  

Tucker put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick squeeze.  “You’ll get through this, man.”

“Thanks,” said Danny.  “And I can just pop the tape out?”  

“Yeah.  Here, there’s a remote.  Just turn it on before you go to bed, okay?”

“Yeah.”

.

Danny stumbled back into his room and glared at the camera, its red recording light staring at him.  

He limped over to his nightstand to dig the camera remote out of the avalanche of volunteer opportunity brochures and hit the button to pop out the tape, then realized that he didn’t have the stepladder, so he was too short to actually pull it out.  There was no way he was jumping for it tonight. Something had happened to his leg.  It felt bruised all up and down its length, as if a giant had grabbed and squeezed it.  

Which was just great.  A mysterious injury was definitely a thing he needed on top of everything else.  Maybe it wasn’t the first mysterious injury, but it definitely hurt.  He hated this.  He hated this so much.  

“Dad?” he called.  “Can you come get the tape?  I want to see what happened!”

It was like unleashing a stampede.  When Jack burst into the room, it evolved that he’d brought the entire TV and the VCR with him.  

“Um,” said Danny, as Jack set the TV down in the center of the room with a clunk.  

“So you don’t have to do the stairs, Danno!  We noticed you were having some trouble on the way up!”

“Oh, thanks,” said Danny.  

Maddie followed while Jack was trying to plug the TV in, and sat down next to Danny on the bed.  

“Can I see your leg?” she asked.  

With a wince, Danny pulled the leg of his pajama pants up.  Maddie frowned, the expression pulling on lines that Danny could swear she hadn’t had earlier this year, before his accident.

“Those are some bruises,” said Maddie.  “But I think they are just bruises.  We have some cream.”  She held up a small tube.  

“Store bought?” 

“Yes, it came with the first-aid kit.”

“No added ectoplasm?”

“Not this tube,” said Maddie, with the grace to look embarrassed.

“Okay, then,” said Danny, reaching for it.  She didn’t give it to him, but unscrewed the cap herself and started applying it.  “Mom,” he said, not really complaining, but still.  

“You aren’t hurt anywhere else, are you?”

“I don’t think so,” said Danny.  “I’m just tired.”

“Alright!” exclaimed Jack.  “Let’s find out what ghost keeps taking Danny.”

Danny rolled his eyes very deliberately.  “Come on, give me the VCR remote.  It’ll be hours before anything happens.  I turned it on at like, nine.”

“I can do it, I can do it!” said Jack, who did indeed fast forward… straight into the part where Danny was gone and his bed empty.  

It took a bit of finingling to get it only a few minutes before Danny left.  

He leaned forward.  Even if this was going to be an underwhelming example of him wandering around like a zombie until he made it out the door, it was still something.  

Danny watched his image on the screen breathe in and out, smoothly, dead asleep, apparently unaware of anything about to happen.  But then he shuddered, a full-body tremor, and went completely still.  

Then, slowly, he sat up, turned and… 

“What,” Danny whispered, his hand creeping up to his eyes.  “What is that?”

“I knew it!” shouted Jack.  “You were overshadowed, Danny-boy!  This is great!  We can fix this!”

“What?  No, no, that has to be… It has to be a– a– I don’t know, a weird red eye effect.”

He knew it wasn’t.  

“Danny,” said Maddie, gripping his shoulders.  “Calm down.  Breathe.”

“Those aren’t–”

The Danny on the screen vanished into thin air.  

The next thing Danny knew, he was in the park and the sun was up.  

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

I've never done a writer Wednesday before, but then this scene popped into my head this weekend and I had to write it down. Thanks @writer-wednesday !

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Marcus Pike x f!reader from Lavish

Rating: T

Warnings: daddy kink (few instances of Marcus being called "daddy"), gets a little spicy at the end but that's it

Word count: 600ish

"Dammit!"

You squeak out the curse as the little dart you were throwing misses a balloon for the third time.

"I'm terrible at these games," you mutter as you turn away from the stall.

"They're designed that way," Marcus says beside you, with a fond smile in your direction. "Otherwise they couldn't turn a profit."

"I knowwww, but I want the giant unicorn plushie," you tease him. "Isn't it so cute?"

"There's no way anyone could actually win that," Marcus responds, looking skeptically at the massive toy hanging from the display. "I think they put those there just to draw you in."

"Daddy, you're being pessimistic," you pout.

Marcus smiles at the familiar moniker, hooks a finger into one of your belt loops and uses his hold to pull you near. "I'm being realistic," he argues, his voice low and playful in your ear.

"You're being a downer," you counter, bumping your hips against his as the two of you walk slowly down the thoroughfare at the little carnival that's been set up just outside the city.

The sun is just starting to go down, casting the scene in muted twilight. The lights around the fair are starting to flicker on one at a time, and the rides stand out in a blur of multicolored lights against the darkening sky.

"Am I?" It's his turn to pout, his eyebrows upturned adorably, giving you that look that you can literally never resist.

Before you can respond, he looks over at another stall that's suddenly caught his attention. "C'mere," he says with a grin, pulling you along as he approaches the next carnival game.

Instead of popping balloons with darts, this game is about hitting bottles with– oh. With a little gun. You smirk.

He doesn't miss a single one.

Marcus hands the attendant some money and picks one up, and, with a stance that just screams 'I'm a cop,' takes aim at the targets, shooting each shot in quick succession.

The attendant looks pissed. Marcus puts the toy gun back down and raises his eyebrows expectantly.

"That one," Marcus says, pointing above him to a huge unicorn plushie with a rainbow mane.

The attendant bites the inside of his cheek.

You bite your lips together to try not to laugh at the scene in front of you, as the man begrudgingly unhooks the massive stuffed animal from the display and hands it to Marcus.

"I don't want you coming back to this stall," says the other man, petulantly.

"Don't need to," Marcus says with a wink. He hands you the unicorn and kisses you on the cheek. "Here you go, baby girl."

You smile so widely your cheeks hurt. He's so fucking cute. And you aren't sure if you're talking about the unicorn or the sweet, funny, gorgeous man beside you.

Both, probably.

It's your turn to pull Marcus along. "Let's take him on the ferris wheel," you say giddily.

Marcus laughs and follows close behind, one hand resting possessively and affectionately at your waist.

"You spoil me, daddy," you whisper in his ear as the two of you rise slowly into the air, the giant unicorn smushed into the seat beside you.

He smiles and winds one arm around your shoulders, the other tracing a little pattern on your knee. You inch closer, as close as you can get while sitting beside him, wanting to feel surrounded and cared for in a way you've only ever felt with Marcus.

"Can't help myself," he says quietly, thoughtfully. "Wanna give you everything."

"You do," you say fondly. "Even without winning me overpriced toys at the fair."

He chuckles, and his hand moves up from its innocent resting place on your knee to the crease of your inner thigh, letting his fingers press against your core. You buck softly under his hold, making the chair rock slightly.

"Wanna spoil you even more later," he says darkly, his voice full of promise.

[professorbellarke]

I felt like that preview basically tried to downplay all of the drama from 5.08? Clarke had such a ho hum reaction. They immediately stressed that Bellamy did it to save EVERYONE, when 5.08 went out of its way to refuse to let him act until Clarke SPECIFICALLY was in danger. I don't know. Can you sell me on it not being as platonic and business-like as it came across to me?

OMG. Omg I could not feel more differently, so I’m happy to lend you some of my excitement! I squealed like a piglet watching that preview. I don’t think they stressed what you think they stressed at all. Business-like? I saw nothing but EMOTIONS and a dreadful attempt to control them. Remember, it’s not always about the literal words of what the characters say, but also the way they’re said, the context, and the acting. It’s supposed to be a ~MOMENT~ for the audience when Clarke says that the fate of Eden was at risk and Bellamy did what he did because of it (and only because of it), because we know something she doesn’t knowwww. And so does Bellamy! DID YOU SEE HIS FACE? Watch it again and looooook at his face. That’s a capital F Feeling he experiences right there.

So it’s not the preview that’s downplaying all the drama of 5x08. It’s Bellamy. Trying to deal with the nine metric tons of EMOTION that just set up residence inside him. He’s trying to be business-like. He’s failing. This is the show deftly avoiding melodrama, and i dig it.

But I saw nothing but DRAMA in Bellamy in this clip. Nothing ho hum about it. The boy is TORTURED by what he did. There are tears in his eyes and conflicting emotions in his face completely at odds with his words. This is a boy with a broken heart. He knows he made the only choice he can live with–but now he has to live with it. He saved the most important person in his life by sacrificing the other. It’s not realistic to expect Bellamy to come pelting into the holding cell and immediately gather Clarke into his arms and declare his undying love and happiness. Dude just put his little sister in a coma. He’s wrecked. “I poisoned my little sister, Clarke.” SOMEONE STAKE ME.

AND CLARKE! CLARKE UNDERSTANDS AT ONCE. Omg, my heart did such things at the pure love and sympathy shining in her eyes. She knows he did it. And she knows that it’s killing him. But she says all the supportive things to him because she is the #1 Founding Member of the Bellamy Blake Fan Club and she can’t bear for him to be in pain. And make no mistake, he’s in pain.

And the clip starts with Madi hurtling into Clarke’s arms! Clarke, who thinks she’s about to die, getting to say a last goodbye to her child! And then Bellamy telling her that no sir, no more goodbyes, not today! That’s pure emotion right there! Bellamy saying Madi was about to burn the place down! (Lol because Murphy’s going to start a fire in Eden oh no). That’s my hellchild daughter. And Bellamy bringing Madi to Clarke is, like, the number one bestest thing he could do for Clarke. That is Pure. That is my heart going kaboom. This scene was nothing but emotion to me. Remember, Clarke is wearing her Emotionally Vulnerable Tank TopTM. The heart is always hearting when Clarke is in her tank top. 

And ten there’s the actual mechanics of the scene. Pay attention to the bacing music. It’s intensely moody. It underscores every line of this scene with DRAMATIC EMOTION. This is a scene with a LOT OF STUFF going on, and the music wants to make sure you feel every single thing you’re meant to. Pay attention to the framing. There are close ups of their faces, to make sure we catch every nuance of expression, because we’re meant to hone in on what they’re not saying. Shit like THIS: 

Agony on Bellamy’s face! Both of them in frame! “She said the word “love” and I must look away and find my chill, what do you mean i never had it”

And THIS:

Ho hum my BUTT. She wants to wrap him in blankets and feed him soup.

But one of the things I love best about Bellarke (and is most frustrating to those of us who want them to KISS ALREADY) is how good they are at staying on task. We’ll deal with those pesky feelings/moral reservations/devastating emotional fallout later, after we survive. After we pull off this plan. After we’re definitely not separated once again because our plans always fall the fuck apart. We’ll put it off for later and THEN THERE IS NO LTER! DRAMA!!!!

Eventually there has to be a later. And there will be. Or there will be blood.

And then the clip ends on Bellarke’s most solemn vow. Their catchphrase. Their eternal hope and promise to one another. And again, it’s given BIG DRAMATIC WEIGHT. Dramatic pauses! Dramatic music! And then we end with a nice platonic dramatic STARE OFF. You know, normal, business-like, just-friends things, staring vulnerably and longingly into each other’s eyes, dreaming of the moment you get to run off to leafy green paradise together.

This is the problem with having too many expectations, sometimes, and not being able to enjoy what you’re actually given. Or expecting characters to act how you want them to instead of actual people. In real life, people almost never say exactly what they’re feeling, so we can’t expect characters to either. I hope this helped and you’re able to feel the hOLY SHIT levels of SQUEE I felt upon watching that clip, because it has completely ruined me in the best way. And I can’t wait to watch their plans fall entirely to shit ONCE AGAIN and for their promise of together to be broken because that’s the kind of pain we’re in for

[bee-quake]

This Just In!

Dani OC and art done by the amazing Dawn! We got talking about these two and she drew this and I couldn't NOT write a little thing for it. M!OC and F!S/I / SFW  / 402 words Summary: Dani just wanted to visit with his friend, meanwhile Bee is to busy being upset she missed out on seeing her crush. Warnings: None.

“I’m so mad Daniiiii.”

“Mm,” he replied distantly taking a sip of his coffee. His friend Bee sat across from him, holding a forgotten teacup, other hand flapping about as she whined.

“He was right—” she sniffed loudly “—at the next island and I didn’t knowwww. I could have seen him, Dani!!”

“Sure could have.” Watery brown eyes turned to glare at him as she pouted.

“You’re so mean!!”

“What, me?? What did I do?”

“You’ve gotten to see him before and I don’t get anythingggg.” Bee sobbed, her face looking almost cartoonish in her drawn-out drama. As a reporter, Dani saw any number of famous people and pirates. Not that Bee cared about anyone else but still, it sometimes amused him that only one person held her interest like this.

They were talking about Whitebeard. Or, well, Bee was. Dani was just trying to hang out and relax. Apparently the Whitebeard Pirates had docked at a nearby island for a few days. Close enough Bee could have realistically gone to see if she could catch sight of her long-held crush.

Dani really didn’t understand but he was well past the point of asking about it. As another sob echoed, he remembered something and dug into his pocket. Revealing a photograph, he blinked with surprise. He hadn’t realized he’d shoved it into his back pocket until just now. Shrugging and thanking his lucky stars, he held it out towards her.

“Here, will this cheer you up?” he asked as Bee sniffed loudly before peering at him suspiciously. When she looked down at the photo, her hand shot out and snapped it up greedily.

“YOU GOT A PICTURE,” she screamed loud enough to make several seagulls scattered around take flight. Dani winced and rubbed at his ear.

“Stop screaming, but yeah. Feel better already?”

Bee stared at the photograph. “Just a bit. Still would have been nice to see him though.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But at least let me enjoy my coffee in peace before you start wailing at me, I’m barely awake as it is.”

She snorted. “That’s ‘cause you don’t sleep.” But she sipped on her tea, swaying a bit in her chair before clicking it down on the saucer and smiling down at the photo. “How’s work been?” she asked.

Dani sighed with relief; happy they were back on track.

“Fine. Actually I got a story to tell you—”

[nothingneverforever]

Passengers (2016)

For every typecast lead, say Hugh Grant as the squinty spluttering English romantic or Cameron Diaz as the slightly detached but nonetheless sweet and alluring babe, there is also many a flick starring Jennifer Lawrence, as her annoyingass self, playing an annoyingass character. In so many moments of this film did her annoyingass off-screen nature shine through, only to reveal the many chinks in the screenplay’s armour in not crafting whole or believable enough a character.

I tried to search through Jade and my conversation to find what we had discussed when we first caught it early this January (hey Jadey, doesn’t it feel like years ago? Time flies </3), but I only found this selfie taken at her house before we left for the cinema on the day, and it’s cute, hehe, I remember being unhappy at how gray my skin looked but I’m glad I kept it anyway, and wtf my eyebrow piercing was so good >(

ANYWAY back to the point

Jennifer Lawrence

Is fucking annoying and stupid and possesses insultingly meagre acting skills

^ this scene reeked especially strongly of her usual flavour that we have seen in every single movie she has somehow still managed to land. Flavour as in crappy acting 101 – her furrowed brows contrived, her dead eyes widened in mock confusion, every quirk just adding up to an underwhelming, feigned, blah nothing

That being said, and also assuming everyone is on the same foot with understanding how unacceptably unjustifiable Jim Preston’s behaviour was, this film rocks. This is entirely me being an immoral hypocrite though – as Bill Graham writes succinctly for The Film Stage,

Jim Preston is a creep. There’s no getting around the fact that his actions are detrimental to one’s perception of the character and the film as a whole. The ultimate success — or failure — of Passengers will hinge on how offended one is by the premise, and whether the story ultimately makes up for it. What is on screen is absolutely gorgeous, albeit hollow because the production design is so far ahead of the two leads — Chris Pratt as Jim Preston and Jennifer Lawrence as Aurora Lane — and their chemistry.

And so my appreciation of the film and ability to be successfully moved by it is indeed absolutely hinged on my being able to excuse the inexcusable and swallow the unswalloable. Graham is right on every mark, especially that the production value was worth a hundred times what the lameass leads were able to carry off. I hate to say it but Pratt and Lawrence are both so clearly lacking in calibre as individuals that together they only amplify the on-screen empty vessel’s deafening silence; what should have been ruminative and desolate was heavy-handed and weightless.

So: does the story make up for it?

My main gripe is with the screenplay. In a setting so cold and foreign, what audiences should have to hold on to is a very familiar humanness, some form of everyday relatability, and this is sorely lacking. Jim and Aurora say dumbass things that further distance our reality from theirs, setting the entire film back.

^ “well I’m not ready to give up” , says Aurora, after having been awake for a whole entire day, to Jim who has been awake and trying for a mere year. Lame.

^ fuck, this was worse than I remembered. Already the first time Jade and I almost got obliterated by how offensively crappy a line it was, but today as I rewatched it it brought me to unchartered lands of grossness.  How is it someone can intend to give a seemingly generous compliment while making it entirely about themselves? You kill me? Fuck, how is that an important sentiment to express at all? “Hey, look at what your beauty does to me! Because it’s all about me, and I appreciate you[r face] because I am so slayed by it!”

The idea of the colony the film presents is somehow never as romantic as it aspires to be, whether because it is too explicitly a selfish venture or because like Aurora points out, the commercial nature of it is too obvious, but still it reminds me of my favourite Crosby Stills Nash & Young song, Our House. I think at one point Jim says, while telling Aurora why he decided to leave earth, “I could build a house. Live in it.” Sad, nice, cute, etc. Our House too possesses an insidious never-to-be-achieved yearning under its beautifully content floral bouquet. And while I hate to make Jim and Aurora the poster couple for all that Our House offers, their story does fit the bill –

Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the Sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard Life used to be so hard Now everything is easy 'cause of you

Sob this song is so niceeeeeeee :’ ( And again later when his tether has broken and he’s on the brink of floating-in-space-forever-with-no-oxygen death, he says “I wish we’d met in 90 years, I would’ve built you a house”,  my mind immediately follows up with with two cats in the yard…

I guess one thing I really liked was Aurora’s reaction to the grand reveal of Jim’s selfish action, that at least felt realistic and I guess important to have before the romantic storyline normalised it and had us believing that maybe it was okay after all. This is the problem with any kind of romantic/sexual conquest, you see. It’s all inherently self-seeking and built on ideas we have of people that means there will be inevitable disappointment on either end before long. Also was it wrong that I enjoyed watching Aurora powerfully bash Jim up in his sleep? What is justifiable and what is not? Am I in any place to judge? Somewhere along the way I grew to enjoy one-on-one violence and I don’t know if this is alright? Anyway, Aurora doing her daily workout round the vessel and shouting at Jim to shut the fuck up was a nice scene too. Like… seriously…. Shut the fuck up.

^ I remember Jade and I warmed a lot to her from this moment onward, and it felt almost cathartically necessary. You know what I mean? Like suddenly everything had meaning – not just in terms of point-plot structure of the film as a production but every action of Jim’s, of Aurora’s, and served as explanation to why their romance of before felt so hollow. And so the catharsis was not just to cleanse the audience’s guilt at just almost buying into their love before this point, but for both characters to reflect on everything they had been before too – Aurora as a writer full of ego and promise and dreams, and Jim as the lost romantic he seems to remain.

And then, in predictable fashion, the film erases what progress was made here just a few scenes later. Aurora, in conversation with the android bartender aka Michael-Sheen-is-damn-cute, says this in response to his “Time heals all wounds”:

Ummmmmmm…… surely finding out that your romantic companion, who you thought gave meaning to your life that never before existed, had built your trust in him and the entire relationship by completely obscuring all truth would result in slightly more than a broken heart?  

But, okay, let me be generous and say that there was one moment of slightly effective screenplay and direction, where script and visuals came together to form possibly one of my favourite scenes. Aurora’s best friend (voiceover) speaks through a video:

I promise that I will think of you every day. When you wake up, I'll be gone, but just know that I will never forget you. You're my best friend. You were never happy here. I know. Nothing was ever enough for you. You know, you don't have to go. You could do whatever it is you have to do right here. But... Since you're going, here's my wish. I hope you finally find someone who fills your heart, and I hope you let him in. I hope you realize you don't have to do something amazing to be happy. You know, have fun, take chances. Okay. I love you, Aurora.

I knowwww, it’s cheap and unsubtle and has absolutely nothing original or revolutionary or nuanced, but I’m lame and I love it :-)

^ Also I cried in both viewings of the film when Jim first went in his spacesuit into the open and when he cried, that was a nice scene, and reminded me of the first few lines of Daft Punk’s Contact with the Apollo 17 audio. Very huge, everything in this world, people, skies, me. Somewhat related, the film’s scoring was really nice and effective I thought!

Oh also lmao Laurence Fishburne’s character experiencing  a hibernation pod failure just as the ship was showing visible signs of greater failure is the most cop-out dues ex machina ever, lame

^ this is fucking inappropriate – he’s been awake for what, 2 screen-minutes and it’s supposed to be natural for us to accept that he has already noticed Aurora’s  beauty or whatever it is that would make Jim’s position enviable? FuCK

Final thoughts cos I’m too lazy to continue properly: Sigh somehow seeing this again just brought back that loneliness that has otherwise been dormant for a while. Not just because of the 二人世界-type companionship that assaults our every senses with every scene, but I think because I’m remembering watching it with Jade, and realising how more often than not it pays to experience something with someone. I remember sitting with her and crying and commenting on the scariness of the scary scenes and the beauty of the beautiful scenes and the cosmic loneliness of the cosmically lonely scenes, and I now see how all of a sudden it has become so important for me to do things not-alone. I don’t want to say with people, because I don’t like that either, I think I am just in constant craving for a one companion to have and be with. When Aurora reflected in her travel log (presented via voiceover) that “for once in [her] life [she] didn’t feel alone”, I remembered that Saturday night a few weeks ago when I drove to Lower Pierce Reservoir alone near midnight and felt nothing but an overwhelmingly unenjoyable seclusion and how in that moment everyone who has been a big and small part of my recent reality came to my mind and how I wished any one of them were there with me. I sent a picture of the gazebo to Harshvir and told him that I was going to combust from general dissatisfaction and loneliness and then a week later as I waited in the nice cool morning air for a friend who didn’t turn up after 105 minutes I realised what is now fact:

I don’t know why I’m bringing this up, I think I’m thinking of Harhsvir because I remember speaking to him about Passengers over my usual channa masala and him being outraged that I was actually moved by it… Miss him! But yes the point is that I can’t do shit alone anymore. I don’t think this means that I would go to Jim’s extent and take things into my own hands by choosing to alter the fate of another, but…………would I? :-( Do we all have a bit of Jim in us?

So in conclusion this film is great and is bad and made me feel many feels and helped concretize some newfound learnings of my new self and I am happy to have the people that I do in my life right now because everyone adds so much on their own independently and occasionally together and my loneliness is easily quelled and I am glad that I have the gall to take steps even if it is difficult or rejection-ridden initially

And of course, everything about the technical failures of the vessel and the sheer unstoppable enormity of the universe and its natural powers is unspeakably scary. I don’t know the space genre in film well, but dare I say this was the most effective in presenting that idea of human arrogance in conquering what is beyond, and the dangers of this?

Good night world  :-)

^ me while watching Passengers with Jadey back in January, me while watching any movie with anyone ever, feeling content and comfortable and stable and warm and appreciative and blessed and in awe, except only a symbolic/metaphorical hug instead of a literal one because physical contact is not fun :~)

Umm also I think in the process of writing this rambly rubbish I have come to feel less averse to Jennifer Lawrence… So apologies for my extremely fiery hate at the beginning of this crappy review. But u gotta admit sometimes she’s really super gross………………..but not that gross. I guess :-)

Thanks for reading, love you all, bye!