#in technicolor

[tastethesetears]

This was our last year together. I could feel it on the first day. And while the sadness and bitterness was there, I wanted to make the best of it while I could.

In Technicolor by @anotherbluesunday - Chapter 6: Secrets You Keep

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Fic Update: In Technicolor—Ch.4: Play Both Sides (Bertie)✨

There weren't curated pictures of cheer practice or makeup routines. No glamourous travel vlogs or dances with siblings or friends. Actually, her account was almost void of any friends except for two people--Reggie and some guy named Kevin that she called her gay husband. I was pretty sure he was on the football team and that that was where I remembered him from. I always caught them coming up the stairs in their letterman jackets with Jason Blossom at the center and Reggie's squeeze, Archie joining them in his swim team hoodie. But other than them, the space was void of friends. There were blurry unfiltered pictures of her nightly adventures. Trips down to the beach. Short videos of Wynn walking the shores alone with the wind whistling while she sang to herself. Pictures of her orange tabby cat, Thing and her Siamese cat Lurch that groaned tiredly at the camera whenever she called its name.

My favorite was the reel of her resting her chin on Lurch as the fat cat purred and meowed with eyes closed. Smiling when she giggled, I shut myself up as the panicked scream gagged me when I, like an idiot, hit the heart icon on her video. Undoing the like, I laid there traumatized. Screamed internally as I stared blankly at the video. Fuck. Would she get a notification that I had liked her video? Or would taking back the like undo that?

Would it be weird to google that?

Her activity setting was on. I could tell because there was a green dot next to her default image. Not good. A half second later I got a notification that I had a new message. Definitely not good. Really not good. It was Wynn. In my DM's with the message reading "Bertie??" and nothing else. Bad. So bad. Now I really wanted to die. Staring at the message, another one followed it up a couple seconds later.

"Or not," she said. "Sorry."

Now I was the asshole. God damn it.

"No, yeah. It's me. Sorry, I diddn't see your message." I wrote out. Kicked myself mentally when I read it over a second time. "*didn't."

"lol. No worries. I saw your name on a notification so I snooped a little wondering if it was really you." Before I could type out a full response, Wynn added on, "You don't seem like the type to be on here often. Guess that's why it was a surprise."

She wasn't wrong. I wasn't really into it. "Was it that obvious? I have an ig account because it's how I keep in touch with my cousins and extended family that live in Texas and Mexico."

Looking up when Pugs smacked my hip and told me over my music that we were home, I told him I'd be in in a sec. Eyes back on the screen, I smiled dumb when I saw her next message.

"Mind if I add you??"

Bad but also good. So anxiety inducing.

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[frownyalfred]

okay so there were a ton of posts/fics about the hilarious "fuck/maryy/kill" Bruce Wayne & Justice League scenario (I read them all, amazing comedic timing y'all) but to me, the most hilarious scenario is the JL play fuck/marry/kill, Bruce's name comes up, and half of the people in the room in the know immediately turn bright red and refuse to keep playing and no one will explain why.

Hal: "...and I would fuck Bruce Wayne. No, I would kill him. Nah, actually I'd fuck him, who am I kidding."

Clark: choking on his coffee and rapidly turning an alarming shade of red

Diana: "An....interesting choice, of course."

J'onn: "Shall we play a different game?"

Hal: "Wait, what? that was the game, wasn't it?"

Ollie: "I'm with Hal, I'd fuck the shit out of Bruce. He's the easiest guy I know, it's not like it'll exactly be a hardship for him."

*every single person in the room turns to Batman, standing in the corner*

Clark: "Wow! I think I just heard someone drop an ice cream cone in Guatemala. Batman, I'll need a team up."

Ollie: "For ice cream?"

Diana, standing up and putting herself in between Bruce and Hal: "This sounds dire. I will also assist."

Clark, under his breath, one hand on Bruce's back: "It's not worth it. He's not worth it. Come on. Walk it off."

[afhyer]

His name is Klauss.

[exeggcute]

I respect the brand coherence hustle but the new google authenticator logo 100% looks like a butthole

[goryhorroor]

we need to revive hammer horror so we can get colorful horror again. im so tired of squinting in the theater cause i cant see a damn thing anyone in the movie is doing

[crumb]

THE PASSENGER 2023 | dir. Carter Smith

[velvet4510]

Note: this list references the 1961 version of West Side Story and the 1954 version of A Star Is Born.

[cametotheshowinsd]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (2024) written & directed by Taylor Swift

So tell me everything is not about me …but what if it is?

[summertimenoir]

Marilyn Monroe as Rose Loomis in Niagara (1953)

[hivil-a]

Film: What a Way to Go! (1964)

[anatomicaltheatre]

The treatment of cardiac arrest (1958) [Wellcome Library on Youtube]

[yesterdaysprint]

St. Louis Globe-Democrat, Missouri, March 6, 1931

[zegalba]

Devon Aoki in "Technicolor" for Numero (1999) Photography: Paolo Roversi

[iveseenitinmovies]

27 year old Katharine Hepburn as Joan of Arc in a technicolor screen test (1934)

[citizenscreen]

Jack Cardiff (left) and his operator Geoffrey Unsworth with the huge Technicolor camera