#tim burton told me

[i-kept-tumblin]

Enid: I think Wednesday's mad at me.

Yoko: Why?

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Wednesday [somewhere else with Bianca]: Enid said she loved me.

Bianca: And what did you say?

Wednesday: Nothing.

Wednesday: It would have cut into my writing time.

[wwillywonka]

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WILLY WONKA - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)

If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?

[ordinarily-unordinary]

Me stealing lil thingies for Dio

My mom wondering where her wine bottle corks are going: ??? Me running to my room hunched over like a lil gremlin to put them on Dio's altar: hehehehehe >:3

[bakingmoomins]

i just came back from my first conference and i think I have covid

[martyrbat]

ok here's the movies low-down:

Batman VS TMNT was very good. short. enjoyable. ninjas. Ra's. furries. etc. a lot of the other animated Batman flicks take heavy inspo from 2010s comics so of course they are terrible but this one was a nice departure.

the Tim Burton movies are very good and fun Tim Burton movies but they are weird/mildly frustrating Batman movies. Michael Keaton is great at making Bruce weird. turtleneck. the music. the art. Michelle Pfeiffer. (these are the pros) Bruce kills. the Joker is in it lots. kind of weird but not always good weird ? Tim Burton's blonde love interest fetish. (these are the cons)

Batman Begins ? dated. kind of a slog. but overall I liked it.

The Dark Knight + the third one of that trilogy... boring. didnt care. got rid of homoerotic bruharvey subtext. uninspired. overrated. etc. didnt even ever watch TDKR because I was so bored and didnt caresies.

I havent ever watch the Schumacher ones.. . they look camp but kind of boring. like it's a messy kind of camp. not the cunty kind of camp I've come to expect from Batman.

obsessed with this in depth run down....!! thank you!!! i would probably start with tmnt and animated because i love my silly goofy good times and i think batman 2022 will be my 'ill watch this in october maybe' movie (<- guy who hasnt sat down through a movie in over a year) and i think the only burton movie ive ever seen was the remake of charlie and the chocolate factory so i dont have much to draw on from there!

i know nothing about the plots of any of the others but i do think george clooney from the schumacher ones is so hot... i can deal with messy camp because i think that can be so fun if its a result of earnestness but if its from being boring and just poorly made out of lack of caring then all energy gets zapped out of it :(( and michael keaton is hot for forever with his cunty turtleneck but i only know him from white noise... the idea of a bruce that kills is. bad. and concerns me but also it has michelle pfeiffer which cancels out a lot of complaints i could have.... decisions decisions...

[mortemcatabasis]

may 6th 2023 vs july 19th 2015

quick redraw of my first recorded digital art from the depths of my deviantart gallery. made in ms paint for authenticity

[michuyox]

I officially got the artist block!! If there’s anything you guys have in mind, headcanons, requests, ideas or even ships, send them in! I’d love to hear them, and maybe that’ll help me through this shitty thing <3

[woolydemon]

no as a fan of nightmare before christmas i think you should hate tim burton more. hate can be nice. also hes just. fucking garbage honestly

OH U SHOULD NOT VALIDATE MY HATER MOMENTS UR GOING TO GIVE ME HATE POWER AKSDKGDNFSJFS

ok but honestly fr I get so annoyed by Tim Burton enjoyers and it's not just bc the guy is like a shithead I just think it's so basic and swagless. Like ok girl have some more flavor in things u like if u want to be #quirky #weird #creepy how about u get a interest in zoology like me ok and obsessively talk about how caecilians feed babies their own skin whether or not people ask if they want to know. ok.

[auroralwriting]

your beauty never scared me

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

you’re scared no one will ever love and understand you, but spencer always has.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: a bit of unrequited love, comfort/angst/fluff, negative self thought, spencer is always a sweetheart, reader has a darker aesthetic

Maybe it was the fact that you came from a broken family from a young age. No, you didn't have a bad childhood, but it wasn't ideal for a young girl growing up.

It could have been the bad high school relationships, full of boys who didn't understand how to treat a young woman. Stuck at their stupid baseball games or waiting for them to finish their video game, sitting alone on their bed waiting for them to finish.

The most likely cause for your fear of love was simply the fear that no one would ever truly understand you, and therefore, never be able to love you right.

If you looked deeper, though, much further past the surface level, deep into the core, you would've realized that Spencer Reid had been there all along.

When you first joined the BAU, Spencer Reid was a typical little nerd, the glasses he wore even fulfilling the stereotype. His rambles about anything and everything were endearing, and lead you to begin your friendship with the man after he told you the history of your favorite movies.

"...its distinctive style with his signature blend of dark humor and whimsy. His imaginative vision, influenced by German Expressionism, is evident in the film’s surreal sets and exaggerated character designs. Burton’s decision to cast Michael Keaton as the chaotic title character and his encouragement of Keaton’s improvisation contributed to the film’s memorable, unpredictable energy. The innovative special effects and makeup, along with the creative set design by Bo Welch, further showcased Burton's unique approach."

By the end of his rant, Spencer had expected you to have been completely focused on anything else, but your eyes were trained on him, a small sparkle flickering in them.

"Spence, how do you know do much about Beetlejuice? You haven't even seen it before." you'd chuckled.

"I think Tim Burton is an interesting director. Maybe we could, uh, see it together sometime? If you want, of course." Spencer awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, the suggestion of the two of you hanging out outside of the work settle rattling his nerves.

You had given him a big smile, beneath your dark clothes and makeup was a heart of white and gold, a truly captivating soul. "I'd love to, Spencer! I own it, so you can come over whenever."

"Whenever sounds good," Spencer paused, thinking about what he had just said. "I mean, Thursday?"

"Thursday it is, boy genius." That name was usually reserved for making fun of Spencer, but the way you said it actually made his heart flutter.

Spencer would've never guessed that the girl, clad in dark clothing, the complete opposite of his own aesthetic, would be interested in hanging out with him. Then, it happened. And it happened again, and again, until you became friends.

Your friendship with the doctor grew. As you got closer, Spencer began to identify your fears and your tells. You played with your hair when you were nervous, bit the skin of your fingernails when you were anxious, tapped your foot or bounced your leg when you were impatient. He began to understand you on a deeper level.

It began to be the same for you. You knew his likes, dislikes, fears and worries. You understood his struggles with his mother and father, how sometimes this job didn't feel like enough until he made a true difference in someone's life.

Spencer Reid and you had connected in nearly a cosmic level, and that began to scare you.

It was two and a half years after Spencer had met you when he realized he had been falling in love with you for nearly a year. His small crush had grown exponentially. After Haley Hotchner's death, you'd taken in Jack for several days while Hotch planned the funeral and began to clean the house from the murders. Jack had taken to you quickly; he'd gone as far as to call you his favorite aunt.

Seeing the level of compassion and helpfulness you had displayed for Hotch made Spencer begin to realize that your friendship was beginning to move to the next level for him.

He began to think of you night and day, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing, what your plans were. He wanted to be with you, to feel your skin, linger in your existence. It wasn't until JJ had explained to him that that feeling he felt was love that he began to understand that you were in no place for him to admit his feelings.

Spencer never meant to profile anyone unless he was working, but he found it hard to not with you. He noticed your lack of dating, how even when you had the chance, you evaded it. He noticed your disdain to the notion of true love, or love at first sight, or even soulmates. It didn't take him long to piece together that it wasn't a hatred of love, no, it was a fear of it. However, he could never understand the why of the fear.

Now, you and Spencer had met five years ago. You'd both physically changed in looks over the time, but your friendship only remained and grew passionately stronger.

After the death of Emily, and finding out she didn't really die, Spencer had you as his rock. You grieved together, to the point that for three weeks, you lived with Spencer in his apartment. After you'd left, Spencer realized that he couldn't live without you anymore.

Spencer and you sat on his couch, the cold September month made you crave an early Halloween movie. So, Spencer put on his own copy of Beetlejuice he bought a few years back. The soft glow of the lamp cast warm shadows across the room, and the faint scent of popcorn lingered in the air. You could hear the distant hum of the city outside, blending with the soft rustling of the movie’s soundtrack.

"I like Adam and Barbara," Spencer hummed as he watched the screen. "They make a really good couple."

You nodded, "I guess they do,"

Spencer's brows furrowed at your words. "You don't sound convinced."

"I don't know," You shrugged, sitting up and crossing your legs. "He's sort of controlling over her. It's just too much, she's a strong woman."

"You mean he's protective over her in the afterlife filled with dead people they didn't even knew existed?" Spencer raised a brow, turning to you. "I'm pretty sure that's relatively normal."

Turning your attention back to the screen, you replied, "I guess so,"

Spencer sighed, finally deciding to ask you the question he'd been avoiding for too many years now. "Why are you so scared of love?"

His question made you turn back to him, a confused look on your face. "What?"

"You're so pessimistic about it. You always avoid dating, talking about it, anything to even do with love." Spencer explained. "I'm just curious, why?"

"Because, there is no way love that strong exists." You concluded, folding your arms over your chest. "That's why it's all in the movies. It's fake for a reason."

Spencer nearly chuckled at your words, finding himself in disbelief. Sure, he didn't really believe in soulmates, but he definitely believed in love. "Sure love exists," Spencer said. "True love has to come from somewhere to be spoken about. It's why its so deeply rooted into art and literature. Plus, with the psychological evidence of--"

"Okay, okay," You put your hands up in mock surrender. "I believe you, Spence." You'd never cut off one of his rants before.

"This bothers you," Spencer noted, his arms mocking your previous stance as they folded over his chest. "Why does this bother you so much, what aren't you telling me?"

You let out a huff of air in reply, your defences kicking into full gear. "Why do you care so much?"

Spencer stuttered over his words, “Uh- because it clearly affects you! It’s not hard to notice your dislike of it, and I want to know.” Spencer defended. He could see it in your eyes, though. You were too good of a profiler to not know he was lying through his teeth.

“The real reason?” You sharply replied, hating that Spencer was lying.

“Because I’m in love with you,” Spencer’s voice was filled with desperation. “Here you are, constantly belittling the idea of love when that’s all I want to give to you, and I don’t understand why.”

His words cut you like a knife. You hadn’t expected him to say that, let alone feel it. It almost made you feel guilty. “No one has ever understood me, Spencer. I don’t want to settle for just anyone who will pretend for their whole life that they know me when deep down they will never be able to understand who I am, what I need.”

“You think I don’t?” Spencer challenged. He tried not to feel offended at your words, truly. Yet they hit him like a slap to the face. He felt like he understood you.

“Okay, prove it then.”

Spencer was ready for this, “Your least favorite cases involve those with divorced parents. Not because of the affect on their children, but the affect it takes on them. You hate to see when it hurts one of them, or both.” Spencer’s first claim was true, and it caught you off guard. “You hate anything with a pumpkin scent, however, you enjoy real pumpkins because of their look rather than their scent. You bite your lip, tap your foot, shake your leg, all when you feel negatively.”

“Anyone could profile that,” You weakly replied, feeling thrown off at Spencer’s careful acknowledgment of your little tells.

“Are you afraid of love because no one will ever understand you, or because you’re scared you’ll never find someone who will.” Spencer finished. He watched as your mouth opened and closed, the words not quite making it out. “I see you, I hear you. My favorite thing is when you tell me things about yourself, your day, your feelings. Any day without you is a bad day and any day with you is a good one.”

Spencer’s words left your heart beating faster in your chest as you began to realize this is what you were looking for all along, but your own fear that you would never find it blind sighted you to the truth. The truth that Spencer Walter Reid was in love with you.

Spencer often recalled his own struggles with relationships, remembering the long hours he spent studying while his peers socialized. With him being so much younger, he had no way to truly connect with them. The sense of isolation he felt growing up made him cherish the connections he built later in life, driving him to seek genuine understanding and affection. On the other hand, your own problems with family and bad relationships drove you to hold a near-resentful feeling to love. It made you feel like it was something you could never have. That was something Spencer was beginning to see from your perspective.

"Please," Spencer's voice was softer, more vulnerable as his eyes pleaded with you. "say something."

"I'm sorry," you breathed. For a moment, Spencer thought you were about to reject him, until he saw the glistening tears form in your eyes. "I-I should've known sooner."

Spencer nearly chuckled, "I didn't want to make it too obvious."

"Spencer?" you asked.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Why do you love me?"

Your question made his heart nearly crack at the raw fragility your tone held. All he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and sing you sweet nothings until you believed him, but right now that wasn't an option. "I love you because you're unapologetically you," Spencer's reply made you finally lock eyes with him. "You're so sweet and kind, you never try to hide the things you like and dislike. You're so bold and brave. You make me feel so alive, so wanted. Every moment with you is a reminder of how extraordinary it is to be around someone who radiates such genuine warmth and enthusiasm."

"You really love me?" Your voice felt meek in comparison to how your normal assertiveness and bravato sounded. Your heart felt three times bigger in your chest as a tear dared to slip down your cheek.

Before it could even leave your eye, Spencer brought his sleeve over his hand and soaked it up gently with the cuff. "I love you with every part of me."

"I think I want to love you, too." you admitted. It felt hard to say those words, to finally give into your darkest, most vulnerable desire of unwavering love.

"Even with your fears, you're beautiful." Spencer softly reached to graze your cheek. "This, your fears, nothing could ever scare me. I'll teach you to let me love you if I need to."

"That better be a promise," you slightly chuckled, holding your pinky out to the man.

Spencer smiled, locking his pinky with your own, "It's a promise."

As you held Spencer’s pinky in your own, a sense of peace settled over you. The weight of your fears began to lift, replaced by a tentative hope. "Maybe love isn’t as impossible for me as I thought," You whispered, reaching out to hold his hand. Spencer’s smile was both a promise and a comfort, signaling the beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

[malusokay]

Who do you think are your fashion inspo/ makeup inspo girls?

Also can I have the 🐇emoji?

Luv ya

I’ve never taken much inspiration from others when it comes to the way I dress; honestly, my style hasn’t changed much since I was younger.  For the most part of my life, I grew up in boarding school, and I feel like my outfits reflect that a lot hahahah. For colours, I stick to my colour palette, which is cool-toned light pinks, blues, dark red, white and black.

The same goes for make-up; it took me a while to find a look that fits me, but step by step, I've built something that works well for me. Since I moved to Germany, I've completely lost my tan, so I've been taking some inspo from Victoria's Secret Angels for a more alive look; Doutzen Kroes would be my favourite inspo here, especially the very shiny and glittery looks.

Overall, I've always been told I have a very Tim Burton/doll-like look, and I've grown to accept that and now simply go with that as my "aesthetic." my insta: @ malusokay

Also, of course, you can have the 🐇 <3

[itsawritblr]

OK . . . about this . . .

For the Beetlejuice fans who still Follow me.

I've said before that I'm biting my nails that Burton's trailers are showing us content that he's cut from the final film (this happened A LOT with Dumbo. The trailers were better than the movie.) I've worried that the sequel will be less Shippy than it seems right now.

However . . .

I've heard from some that the sequel -- and don't quote me on this -- is Burton's reply to the musical.

Tim Burton had absolutely nothing to do with the musical (unlike the animated series, which he helped with and even supervised a lot of). He doesn't own the rights to Beetlejuice; Warner Brothers does. So WB hired playwrights who had their own agendas.

Friends of mine, actors and other creatives who regularly work on Broadway, say that, despite the producers' and actors' begging (particularly Brightman), both Burton and Michael Keaton refused to see the musical. Word was they hated how the story was rewritten, especially Beej.

I was told that if the sequel seems determined to make Beej x Lyds canon, it's very intentional. That Tim Burton and Michael Keaton "want to set the record straight."

And it may be that some fanfic reading was involved at some point. Maybe.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Coraline told me to k*ll myself and then Beetlejuice stabbed me. Idk why, but Tim Burton was there too.

[spacelazarwolf]

i just told people that the Corpse Bride is based off of antisemitic crimes during weddings and they said they didnt know that which is. it made me kinda sad idk. i feel like the movie of it or whatever kinda took that away? idk

i’m not sure where you heard that, bc according to most sources it’s based on a jewish folktale called “the finger.” that being said, everything about tim burton’s adaptation of the movie completely and and utterly stripped the story of its jewish origins — very intentionally.

jewitches wrote a whole post abt it which folks can read here.

but yeah tim burton is racist and antisemitic as fuck and just blatantly stole a jewish folktale for his own gain.

[moonsceptre]

Recently I read that Tim Burton and Monica Bellucci love Federico Fellini movies.

Burton said Beetlejuice’s origin story was like the prologue to a Fellini movie, so it had to be told in black and white and Italian with an overall visual style like those in Fellini's movies.

One of Fellini's most successful films, Toby Dammit (1968), looks like it could have possibly inspired the appearance of Betelgeuse? Just a little hunch I had, since it seems Lydia's design was inspired by the witch in Mario Bava's Black Sunday (1960), another giallo movie which Betelgeuse's backstory takes reference from :)

Toby Dammit is a film about a debauched actor who is tormented by the devil, based on a story by Edgar Allan Poe. It could be totally off, but watching this film, his unique look, the painted white face, bleached hair and purple-shadowed eyes kept reminding me of Betelgeuse's appearance, especially now that we have seen his backstory.

It's interesting to watch all of the films that inspired Tim and infer what elements each piece of cinema contributed to his unique style, from visual motifs to narrative themes and character design.

[rtfics]

I was sent this.

Notice his reaction to the word "musical." (unmute)

The interviewer didn't do her research.

Tim Burton had nothing to do with the musical.

Warner Brothers owns the rights to Beetlejuice. It was their idea to create a musical. Burton wasn't consulted, and had no say in the script at all.

Friends of mine in the biz told me before the musical opened that Burton and Keaton were invited to the premiere. They both said no.

On a evening talk show Alex Brightman literally begged Michael Keaton to come. He didn't.

Neither Burton or Keaton has said a word about the musical. I've been told they loathe it.

I've also been told that part of the intention in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is to return Beetlejuice to how he's supposed to be -- a non-PC heterosexual horndog -- and to set the record "straight."

The movie will speak for itself.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

I can’t do it anymore.....I know I said I’d watch the *whole* thing, but....God....

I won't be reblogging content about it, but I'm in the process of watching Tim Burton's Wednesday on Netflix. Remember to check out Henry Selick's Wendell & Wild on there as well, if you can!