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I can handle most films, I have very little reaction to them overall but the minute you whip out a dog film with the whole ‘they save the dog but really the dog saves them’ trope and I’m in tears, I am ruined.
#sad dog films#like how dare they?#marley & me#a dogs purpose#a dogs journey#why am i crying#dog#im fine and then they pull out the montage at the end to sad music#homeward bound
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Nicholas Galitzine as Hayes Campbell The Idea of You (2024)
#the idea of you#theideaofyouedit#nicholas galitzine#chrissiewatts#userninz#lookstevie#userlang#usermegsb#filmedit#mine*#and thus completes the nicholas galitzine era of 4/4 projects#hayes campbell the loser little loverboy that you are#i too would follow him across the world on a whim and twirl my ass off side stage#anyway he ate up this role#bc he did well with the material that was provided#and clearly had a lot of fun playing a boybander#sad puppy dog eyes you will always be famous#so much improv in this film that makes it v obvious how much nick is comfortable with his character and the crew to do whatever#also. thick thighs saves lives#the idea of you spoilers
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references from celebrimbor's life ( a memory that disguise itself as a vision ) :
1. maedhros and maglor, portrayed in a depiction most commonly seen of the brothers within fanworks.
2. horses and huan. celebrimbor confront his father before curufin move forward on his hunt for the silmarillis and luthien. huan was present with celegorm.
3. miriel, celebrimbor's great grandmother. she was known for her weaving and needlework.
easter eggs aside; i truly believe in the narrative sense, that the visuals presented here belongs to celebrimbor and suppose to mirror the life he had experienced and the Feast of Reuniting. perhaps a hidden desire within him that he wishes to keep his family under a different light. not as a kinslayer but as a creator and an artists.
#the rings of power#rings of power#trop#rop#trop meta#celebrimbor#telperinquar#sauron#annatar#mairon#i am reaching but i am also Not#because the way they film this specific scene is to indicate references#the white dog#the two elves#and the children emphasizing on the horse#it's sad but i wish there's more focus on celebrimbor's discussion with this scene#as it seems like this vision was taken from his memory#and what he desired to see
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I hope Machete gets to welcome Vasco to heaven once he dies. Like the end of titanic lol
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#guess what Titanic is like#my personal achilles' heel#I don't cry easily when watching movies or such but I can't watch Titanic because I will cry nonstop for three hours#and I get a splitting headache and my eyes ache and I get dehydrated#EVERY TIME#so comparing my dogs to it is really doing things to me#hitting below the belt somewhat#answered#spookywifflins#I should draw this but I know it will make me so sad it's going to ruin my day#absolutely annihilated by the 1997 film Titanic
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Lovin nobody but u
#robot dreams#robot#dog#dog varon#sara varon#film#guys i love this moive sm its so sad#doomed yaoi#LOL am i even using that right bro idk my brain is rotting#fanart#drawing
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You said "which is a tragedy in its own right as far as my tastes are concerned, but I digress", but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on this. I hope it's okay to ask, but what kind of fics/pairings would you like/prefer to see emerge from the fandom?
Of course it's okay to ask, dear anon!
Personally? I'd love to see more variety. One of the chief reasons why I enjoy reading fan fiction is finding new things I like - perhaps some pairing I hadn't considered before, some batshit premise or crossover that turns out to be actually brilliant, or maybe a cool genfic that explores previously unseen sides of a character or character dynamic that people don't write about very often. I'm not really the kind of person who seeks out fic based on specific tropes. Once I've read a story with a certain trope in a fandom, it's pretty unlikely that I'll go and read another one with a very similar premise, unless I really enjoy the author's writing.
So what I'd be excited about seeing in the AO3 tag would honestly just be: something new. For instance, a sapphic Sibylla/OC fic would be such a fascinating read (as would be anything at all that explores Sibylla's character a bit more). Or a Saladin-centric fic - sign me the hell up. I'd adore finding something for Godfrey or Imad, and we all know a new Tiberias fic would have me foaming at the mouth. I'd also love an interesting and/or wacky AU (and I'd write one myself if I had the time). Make it Jane Austen and let Baldwin have a gentleman suitor, while Sibylla elopes Lydia-Bennett style with Guy, and Godfrey and Raymond grump about in the Navy. Write a daemon AU (as in His Dark Materials) in the canonical universe. Or throw them all into the 21st century and let Reynald send Saladin threatening messages via fax.
I know the KoH fandom is much too small to engender the sort of variety I'd ideally like to see, and it's only reasonable for writers to sort of double down upon the fic premises and tropes that have done well in terms of hits and comments in the past and write more of the stuff the majority enjoys. As far as taste goes, I'm aware I'm the complete outlier here, and I really don't mean to antagonise anybody with this post or insult their writing or reading preferences. I'm glad your fics are doing well, folks, I truly am - it's only that I'm very likely not the target audience for them. Sometimes I just wish I weren't the only freak in the circus, lol.
(The post anon is referring to is this one btw.)
#asks#kingdom of heaven 2005#my fandom rants#kingdom of heaven fanfic#do ignore my whining though#my thesis has me stressed like a nervous rabbit and i'm not in the best of moods atm#but honestly this fandom's laser focus on one (1) character and like three (3) tropes baffles me sometimes#there are SO MANY interesting characters in this film and nobody ever writes about them#does no writer appreciate the supreme twinkliness of yusuf's eyes?? godfrey and his big sword? raymond being a sad wet dog?? horsegirl imad#a tragedy#yes this is a post brought to you by me#the KoH fandom's resident old man connoisseur
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I’ll never get over how in Reservoir Dogs, it’s just a brutal massacre of all the best characters. And then it immediately goes to —
“yOU puT THe LiMe iN tHe CocOnUT”
#it’s so dark and sad but at the same time that song just… feels SO totally opposite????#I mean it does crack me up and I enjoy it but DAMN#reservoir dogs#Quentin Tarantino#film#creamsicle#spoilers
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okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds
#covers mouth sorry so sorry guys#im a huge fan of beacon of positivity + good boy (elle puts a leash on emmett confirmed) + love and war (not in the demo but part of SF)#+ i liked some of the lyrics in the demo version of so much better (it called back to beacon of positivity!!! (i am insane)) such as:#I dream of your name next to my own but mine's looking fine up there alone#but i greatly prefer all the official songs we got. well. maybe good boy over ireland wouldve been fun (i think ireland is boring)#but itd play into the 'all men are dogs hurr hurr' joke that im glad they avoided. anyways. what was i saying.#right i havent listened to every version of everything yet (for example theres a SF version of chip on my shoulder i need to watch)#(and just the SF vers in general. shes hidden from me... why was emmett there before the remix... let me see their conversation)#but from what i have heard they made a lot of changes that were sorely needed. in take it like a man demo shes so much meaner??#it made me sad. it wasnt a duet + they wrung out the romantic tension (no subtext by calvin klein... sigh) + shes meaner!!!!#in the bway vers hes baffled but enjoys going along w it + she genuinely likes him even when hes wearing his regular clothes#but in the demo vers she keeps calling him stuff like ugly duckling and talking about how the geek is gone :( but she likes that geek..#the lines 'how much do you think i earn??' and 'kindly shut up :)' are funny but speak to a dynamic between the two that makes me sad...#follow me for more beautiful opinions on a fifteen year old musical#(heaves. do you know weird it is to see comments from 15yrs ago when this was actually showing. my brother is fifteen.)#god im so sorry i should be put down like a dog#lgb bootleggers are intense. i swear they got a bootleg every night or smth bc we got her shoe flying off + SF + kyle as understudy etc#go watch a so much better compilation sometime how did they take so many bootlegs?? how did you find them??#and its awesome cause these were filmed on 2007/2008 tech which means they have 15 pixels maximum#SORRRRYYYYYYYYYY
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#ugh. i have such specific desires its impossible#like how am i supposed to find movies that r kinda pretentious and fucked up and sad with like layer upon layer of symbolism? like what is#that. just like best pretentious films???#or like i want music thats like. ugh how do i describe. like mostly instrumental but with people talking#so it sounds like youre listening to old home videos. its sad and nostalgic#or i dont even kno how to describe it#just listen to zammuto. my dog's eyes or it can feel so good#songs that make me wanna weep bc theyre like so. so like grounding? like there r good things in the world. value the simple things#these r the children who havent yet lost their sense of wonder. makes me so sad and happy#ugh. i should just rewatch sunshine#i just want media thats so gut wrenchingly tragic and so full to the brim of beauty#is that so much to ask? is it#idk. i feel ill. probably lack of sleep#if u have movie recs id love to hear them#unrelated
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zero:fever part 3 diary ver (scans by dearmingki @ tt)
#shrimp edits#ateez#atz:ot8#can't be arsed to tag them all. it's not THAT good of an editing job lololol#THEY'RE SOOOO MESSY OTL in the end the ones i worked the least amount of time on look the best. sobsob#i... do not like... photos artificially edited to look like they were taken on a film camera... they can never get the color editing right#they're taking inspiration from insta filters not actual film photos! and adding pastel color filters. THE SKY NEVER LIES#poor jjong was the most difficult and he LOOKS like it i'm sorry dude :/ anyway idk what the weather conditions were during the photoshoot#(i am always so sad diary ver photoshoots aren't included in the making of videos! I WANT TO SEE HJ HANGING OUT WITH THE DOG :()#but man their clothes and all the Outside stuff is PERFECT for a warm sunny kinda editing! but they made everything look so desaturated :(#anyway. this is just an exercise hahaha just... an exercise.... if you look at them as individual pics they work fine! fine...
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@priestbit said: what the fuck are you talkin' about? ( mmm sensing incident in the motel vibes from this one... )
cw/tw for um [checks notes] the most traumatized thought processes ever, general dusk-type verse heavier stuff, some alcohol/substance implications.
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it should have been like every other hunt.
it should have been simple enough — the drunk crowd from some heavy metal concert next door, pouring out into the bar left plenty of easy targets. it could have been anyone else. but he had slipped up. gotten too comfortable, too close. a drink too-many. should have been clear-headed.
he can’t remember much more of what had happened, after that — a blur of laughter, warmth, the neon blink of the motel sign. and that was terrifying. beyond risky. leland's head pulses. the sliver of morning light through the blinds cuts across their bodies, hurts his eyes. he'd fucked up. he'd faltered, and now —
you can't fix this. you can’t fucking fix this.
pinned beneath his hips — beneath the cold edge of his pocket knife — is donnie watts. staring, wide eyed back up at him. staring like he’s seen a ghost. ( and aren’t you? or are you something worse? )
donnie hadn’t been the mark. it should have never been donnie. it should have been some too-tough guy, who was too handsy, or too rough, or picked a fight. someone he wouldn’t feel bad gutting, when the motel curtain closed, or in the dark of an alley, or in some empty field somewhere. someone he could justify to himself. he’d done this before. he knew what he was supposed to do, who to look for. he brought them home, to the property. dead, or alive. but he didn't fuck around with them. he didn't ever let them close enough to risk that. risk himself. risk how johnny might react.
but the universe was cruel, wasn’t it?
how was it that last night, he had been nothing but a handsome stranger. charming, sweet-talking — the drummer in a band, that had played the venue nearby that night. leland remembers smiling to him across the bar. always waited for them to come to him. laurel was the name he gave, the one he thought would work.
‘ so, you’re like, a rockstar? ’ leland remembers asking, with low lids and a lazy grin. it didn't matter the mark, really — leland had learned the art of what people wanted to hear, from the best. lots of people were lonely. lots of people trusted too easily.
what felt impossibly worse, maybe, was that donnie must not have recognized him, either. and wasn’t that worth begging the question — what the hell remained of you, anyway? how many years did it take to become a shell of something familiar? a ghost? how long since you'd last thought about your friends? how long since they'd last thought of you?
it's an onslaught of feelings, then. in pieces, he remembers this face. these sage-green eyes. how breath, hot between their lips, felt a little like something holy. ( but you always thought that about donnie, didn't you? who wouldn't? ) and how his hands had been gentle. gentler than you’re used to. he had been so sweet to you. and you had fallen. like you always do, when someone touches you kindly.
wasn’t that pathetic? pathetic ��� how he never should have put himself in this situation. and how he had, so easily. leland's head screams; look at him. look at how he had moved on, while you had rotted into something unrecognizable. how he had gotten away from this place, and now — now you're supposed to slit his throat. now you're supposed to kill him.
❝ donnie.❞ he whispers, broken from his spell. nearly incredulous. nearly angry. but he’s not sure how much of that feeling was just overwhelming, ground-shaking terror, instead. the urge to run, to get away from how horrified donnie looked. ❝ what... are you doing here? why — why would you ever — ❞ come back here. close enough to newt. close enough to the house. the carved hilt of his knife trembles in his hand, where it presses down close to donnie's throat. where a glint of gold chain catches his eye.
donnie is wearing his cross. leland remembers, now. how he had given it to him that night. he remembered you. he remembers you. you remember him — and donnie is talking to him, low, careful — like he knows he's dealing with a scared animal; ' lee, baby — ' he tries, and to leland, that feels like a shot point-blank in the chest. his reaction is a sharp, hard flinch. what right does he have? what fucking right —
❝ don’t. don’t call me that. ❞ leland bites out, fiercely. ❝ it wasn't — it wasn't supposed to be you. last night. ❞
donnie looks a little hurt by that, but he agrees — he won't call him baby — so minutely. placates him, so gently. and he's carefully bringing his hands up to curl at leland's forearms. not forcefully, but enough to make him jolt back instinctively. ❝ let go of me, ❞ he trembles out, all wild eyes, still keeping that blade to donnie's neck. feeling less sure by the second.
❝ — you don't get it. if i don’t... if i don't — he will. ❞ he doesn’t know how much worse it will be. donnie would beg for the death leland would give him. you could make it easier for donnie, make it quick. just because johnny wasn’t over his shoulder now, didn’t mean he wasn’t close. didn’t mean he didn’t know, already. doesn't mean you won't get put back in that fucking basement again, if you dare to lie to him.
' what the fuck are you talkin' about? lee — who will? '
it's like he barely hears donnie. too distraught, being swallowed by his own fear, his own panic. what the hell would you tell him, anyway? he wouldn't believe you. no one would. leland keeps rambling, stumbling on his words; he can't control how fast his heart rabbits, how jagged his breath becomes.
❝ you never — you never came back. you just accepted — ❞ he tries to be angry. but his tears land, and keep landing, against donnie’s skin. betray him for what he really is; terrified, and weak. this is all your fault. why didn't you know? why couldn't you remember? why was your head full of dark, blank spaces?
he thinks of the family. he thinks of johnny, leaning over his shoulder. if you kill donnie now, you can salvage this, can't you?
but donnie doesn't think you'll kill him — because his hands are tentatively, gently taking leland’s wrists. and leland doesn't dare abandon his knife. but he doesn't fight him, either. mollified, he lets donnie slowly sit upright with him. to steer leland's badly shaking hands away from his throat, while dark, brimming eyes watch him with distrust.
there's another voice, screaming in the back of his skull. don’t come back empty-handed. he’ll know, he always knows. when something happens, when something goes wrong. when you falter, or fail. terrified, he felt like he was drowning. he wished johnny had been there, last night, maybe this wouldn't have happened. he was afraid of what johnny was going to do, how he was going to react — finding out he’d lost his nerve. let one get away.
let someone from your past touch you like he still knows you, knows what you are —
and what do you think happens now? someone like donnie can't ever love something like you. did he ever? don't you remember? no one had never come to look for your body. no one came to save you. you screamed under the floorboards of that house and nobody ever —
— but donnie is still trying to comfort him, talk him down, like he isn't a ticking time-bomb. soft, too trusting, gently rubbing his arms, trying to catch his flighty gaze. leland can only tremble, frozen with the frustration of it; why aren't you scared of me? go back to looking scared. go back to that. that was easier to take.
donnie reminds him of other things, too. things he didn't think about anymore. he had looked at donnie so starry-eyed, once, some years ago. it's easy to be lulled and quieted, by his hands, his voice. with some coaxing, leland finally parts with his weapon. it sits on the bedsheets next to them, as donnie brings his arms around leland, folds him in closer, protective. carefully moves the mussed hair from his face while he cries. lets leland tuck himself smaller into his chest. it unravels him completely.
❝ i wasn't — i wasn't dead. i. ❞ his jagged, stilted words keep spilling, hiccupping, between panicked breath. he can't breathe. he can't speak, he can't say what he wants to say. what he had wished he could say, a million times before. all that time he spent alone. fucking alone. wishing he would save you. or that you were strong enough to save yourself. or that you were worth being saved.
his mind screams it; i was alive! i was alive down there!
leland can only tremble out choked sobs, devolved into gasped strings of i'm-sorry's, as he presses his cheek against donnie’s chest. he knows this is selfish. selfish. cruel. and he's sorry. he's sorry. he wants to stay wrapped up in this feeling of being protected. no one’s held him like this in a long time. and donnie is saying ' listen to me. come with me. it’ll be okay. i’ll protect you. whatever is going on, just come with me, lee, please — ' go where? how?
leland blinks, quickly, snapped from his daze at once. he can't. he can't. there's a cold hand gripping the back of his neck that says you can't! you can't ever leave! the only one protecting him, the only one that cared — was out looking for him now. would be here soon. leland knows he can’t afford himself any more of this. already too much. already have to explain why you smell like him, why there's no body, why —
leland twists away from donnie abruptly, pulls himself out from his arms. he feels unfathomably cold again, the moment he does. donnie’s hands hover, but don’t try to keep him. and donnie begins to speak again, to calm him, maybe. but leland cuts him off;
❝ listen to me. don’t — follow me. don't... look for me. it’s not. safe. ❞ one hand strays, hovers by that gold chain around donnie's neck. and he looks like he wants to say something more. palm rests on his chest, and eyes flick up to fix on donnie's. hand comes up to cradle the curve of donnie's jaw, gently. for just a moment, and then his hand retreats. leland's expression shutters again. you have to go.
he retreats from donnie further. all too-sharp movements, all tense lines, as he starts to distractedly gather his things from the floor of the room. eyes never leave donnie for more than a few seconds, never trust him quite enough.
❝ don’t come back. don't ever come back. i’m serious, donnie.❞ he mutters, throwing on the rest of his clothes from the night before. he’s not sure if telling the truth, or lying will be worse. he just needs to get out of this room. needs to get back to johnny. he grabs the knife up again, steps backward. doesn't let donnie get close again. he needs donnie to understand. he needs donnie to run from him. ❝ just. stay away. he’ll fucking kill you. ❞ a beat, a pause. the sickness in the pit of his stomach is only worsening. he'll kill you, he thinks. or i will.
he looks at donnie one more time, from the open doorway. takes in his eyes, his face. his freckles, his golden halo-hair.
you didn't mean to hurt him, again.
❝ i'm sorry. ❞ he says, softly, and he means it. and then he's gone.
#sorry for the traumatized dog arc. variant eviler dusk route#sorry for sleeping with u then holding a knife to ur throat then making u impossibly sad then running away like a scared prey animal#priestbit#( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.
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The way Victor misses his dog 🥺
#Frankenweenie 2012#2012#Frankenweenie#Victor Frankenstein#victor#Charlie tahan#Tim Burton#Tim Burton movie#Tim Burton film#sparky dog#sparky#sad
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Love watching old movies from my childhood that are so average but I hold in my heart so fondly. Like I just rewatched The Seventh Brother and it's so painfully average but it had so much potential and it was one of my favorites growing up, there's a part of me that wants to make my own adaptation just to make it actually good. Not saying I could make it GREAT, I don't know if I have that much talent lmao, but I could definitely make it good lmao. It's so close to being something worth watching and then it just isn't lol.
#does anyone else remember this movie?? it's about a puppy that gets lost in the woods and is taken in by a family of rabbits#but because the dog is. you know. a dog. which is a carnivore. the dog slowly starts dying because he doesn't have any proper food#and eventually the rabbits have to take this nearly-dead dog back to the humans to get a proper family who can actually take care of him#idk why but i feel like this had so much potential to be a genuinely moving and sad story along the likes of The Fox and the Hound#but like. it was adapted from the original Hungarian/German version with darker themes by some fuckin Mormon American company#so I'm sure you can guess that all the potential it has was absolutely just thrown in the trash from the start lmao#i mean it was a fairly average film either way but you know lmao
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going through old computer files reminds me that sadly, there are not many pictures or videos of my mom. not many of us together once i was a teenager, at least. it is so important to me that my future kids have physical photos of us, not saved in a cloud, but hard copies of memories. my mom just hated having her picture and video taken, but i would give anything to hear her voice more or see her smile more. it's not something you think about, really, but keep your photos and videos, even the silly ones. there is someone who loves you and would love to remember those moments.
#andy made a comment about it being one of the only times they've ever heard her voice and it made me realize#she was just in the background. i made sure while filming the dog not to get her face in frame bc she didn't like herself on camera#idk. i'm not sad but. i really wish i had pressed her for more pictures together
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Just heard about Sonic 3 sorry for my loss
#talking#mumbles#sonic 3#i was talking to my brother about it and im so bummed#the sonic movies have been ok.... but just ok#the first one was good enough but cop dad was weird. i also hate the amount of exposition unrelated to reality#also if they were going the sonic adventure route#why???? do they start him in an alt reality????? like start him as a woodland hedge hog who steals chili dogs from a school football field#we dont need that much exposition because most of us know who sonic is already to a degree#but these movies are being made for children + their parents... not the people who actually know and love sonic#theyre being made for investors and executives who havent changed their demographic focus in 15 years#idk it makes me sad that sonic and mario are being draaged thru the mud#they could make something really excellent if they just understood that these franchises have a 30+ year legacy#like. most people seeing these movies are seeing them because they know and like sonic#but instead they appeal to small children like theyve never heard of him#when they could make this a teen/adult film and make so much money theyd drown in it#the merch they would sell would be crazy.... they could go from forced buying of parents to active purchases from teens and young adults#hell they could go the boxlunch store route and advertise to older adults too#sonic has such a rich history with many different plots to play off of. so does mario. and yet they choose the most bland thing they can#because its the safe option? is it even that way anymore?#i really think people who make movies dont know who they make movies for anymore
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