if there was a letterboxd equivalent but for shows, reblog and put in the tags what you top 4 shows on your profile would be
THE CASUALNESS OF THAT COLLIE SLIPPING RIGHT OUT OF THEIR COLLAR. That dude is a Willing Participant of this walk and by god everyone else is going to follow the RULES.
im a fan of the moment where the husky is like 'wait you're not authorized to do that' and the collie is like 'THE FUCK IM NOT'
Haven’t you heard, Mr. Beckett? The world is coming to an end. So where would you rather die? Here? Or in a Jaeger?
Pacific Rim (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro
Trope I enjoy:
Character A appears to be killed (blown up, knocked off cliff, pushed into raging river, etc.) and the rest of the characters come together to grieve.
Character A, who is not in fact dead, limps back to the rest and is very puzzled about what everyone else is so sad about.
On noticing them, everyone promptly loses their shit.
THIS SCENE. THIS IS IT!
Lincoln Michel Dec 12, 2024
I’m using “TV” as a shorthand for any visual narrative art from feature length films to video games. A lot of fiction these days reads as if—as I saw Peter Raleigh put it the other day, and as I’ve discussed it before—the author is trying to describe a video playing in their mind. Often there is little or no interiority. Scenes play out in “real time” without summary. First-person POV stories describe things the character can’t see, but a distant camera could. There’s an overemphasis on characters’ outfits and facial expressions, including my personal pet peeve: the “reaction shot round-up” in which we get a description of every character’s reaction to something as if a camera was cutting between sitcom actors.
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My theory is that we live in the age of visual narratives and that increasingly warps how we write. Film, TV, TikToks, and video games are culturally dominant. Most of us learn how stories work through visual mediums. This is how our brains have been taught to think about story. And so, this is how we write. I’m not suggesting there is any problem in being influenced by these artforms. I certainly am. The problem is that if you’re “thinking in TV” while writing prose, you abandon the advantages of prose without getting the advantages of TV.
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When I talk with other creative writing professors, we all seem to agree that interiority is disappearing. Even in first-person POV stories, younger writers often skip describing their character’s hopes, dreams, fears, thoughts, memories, or reactions. This trend is hardly limited to young writers though. I was speaking to an editor yesterday who agreed interiority has largely vanished from commercial fiction, and I think you increasingly notice its absence even in works shelved as “literary fiction.” When interiority does appear on the page, it is often brief and redundant with the dialogue and action. All of this is a great shame. Interiority is perhaps the prime example of an advantage prose as a medium holds over other artforms.
this reads like a 150year old tumblr post
reblog for @magicalrocketships
Character design notes for my most recent character lineup for The Crows! I did this last time for the super old ones I did right after I read the series, so these new ones are much closer to how I imagine them. There probably will be a good amount of rehashing from the old notes, but I hope you enjoy these nonetheless!
Kaz and Inej
Jesper and Wylan
Nina and Matthias
running errands like kurt vonnegut
🐈⬛📦
They were halfway back to the dock before he could bring himself to speak. "She knows what he did to her. She knows he had no right to take her money, her life." Van Eck, she'd said. She was not Marya Hendriks, she was Marya Van Eck, a wife and mother stripped of her name and fortune. "Remember when I said he wasn't evil?"
Wylan's legs gave out and he sat down hard, right there in the middle of the road, and he couldn't bring himself to care because the tears were coming and there was no way he could stop them. They gusted through his chest in ragged, ugly sobs. He hated that Jesper was seeing him cry, but there was nothing he could do, not about the tears, not about any of it. He buried his face in his arms, covering his head as if, were he to only will it strongly enough, he could vanish.
He felt Jesper squeeze his arm.
"It's okay," Jesper said.
"No, it's not."
"You're right, it's not. It's rotten, and I'd like to string your father up in a barren field and let the vultures have at him."
Wylan shook his head. "You don't understand. It was me. I caused this. He wanted a new wife. He wanted an heir. A real heir, not a moron who can barely spell his own name." He'd been eight when his mother had been sent away. He didn't have to wonder anymore; that was when his father had given up on him.
Crooked Kingdom, pg. 222