In the beginning he was of the maiar of Aulë, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people.
help I looked up a whole bunch of reference photos for the paso doble and now all I want to do is draw angry dancing Silmarillion characters
Say what you like. Plutonium may give you grief for thousands of years, but arsenic is forever.
Pollution, the 4th horseman of the apocalypse from Pterry & Gneil’s Good Omens.
on the steps of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain.
reference: (x).
we only bloom in the violet hour
He studies her, taking in the thin limbs and black hair and the gray bruise slanting over her gaunt cheekbone. Joly had once compared Cosette to the sun, and it strikes Enjolras now that her darker counterpart is the moon, all shadows and secret nights, with no radiance to call her own, her beauty waxing and waning until the clouds part and, for a fleeting moment, you tilt your head back and see her for what she is, and she suddenly bathes you in silver.
salt about les mis bbc under the cut.
okay. i just gotta say, regarding the gifset where lily collins and david oyewolo are talking about the part where he as javert throws her as fantine to the ground. she lands badly, but she winces and continues acting in character, and the camera cuts away from him which is good because he’s horrified that he actually did throw her to the ground.
here’s the thing.
that was a little accident, right? that was an organic scene that happened between two actors.
pinches bridge of nose.
sighs.
theater is organic, because it is new every night. actors get sick and react differently to their understudies than the leads; the audience is particularly receptive or not receptive; maybe there’s a tech fail, or someone forgets to come onstage at the right cue; maybe someone accidentally falls into a trash can and ad libs the rest of a soliloquy from that new vantage point. the actors’ choices matter, but it is a live thing, so each person’s choices interact with things outside their control every single time. theater lives. it breathes. so do live concerts for orchestra, for singers, for comedians.
but nothing in film is organic, just like nothing in writing is organic.
these are created things, set in amber, preserved. these are not alive the same way that theater or concerts are.
there is a choice behind every movement. every element -- the lighting, the costumes, the sound, down to the last flicker of film and the last byte of noise, everything you experience in a film is something that someone decided specifically to do. it is a curated experience. it is inorganic. it is manufactured.
does that mean film is worse than theater? duh, no it doesn’t. but what it does mean is that you look at it for what it is: a series of choices carefully selected.
the accident of david throwing lily to the ground -- which, as we see in the gifset, he very clearly did not mean to do! -- existed organically.
but they had been doing a couple takes of it, as far as i can glean from the gifset. so there were multiple takes to choose from, including that one.
the director chose that one specifically.
this action happened organically, but it does not exist in the bbc miniseries organically, because -- i cannot repeat it enough -- the miniseries is a filmed entity, a manufactured thing, a made thing which consists solely of decisions within the creators’ control.
when i scream “WHY DID THIS HAPPEN” at my computer (or in the tags of a gifset), i am not screaming it at the actors. i am screaming at the director, who chose for this organic moment caught on camera to be part of the manufactured scene that happens in the tv show.
Raise Me
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vice versa.
|| .. maybe not exactly ‘resurrection’, but close enough?
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The earth cracked and rolled beneath him, and the storm raged blacker than night above him; and hail crashed down, and the towering water roared in one great bellow before all at once everything hit.
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world: france what are you do—
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world: france stop it
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world: france that doesn't even make any sense
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Useful posts on how to write comments for fanfics - [here] & [here]
On a personal note. I’ve met wonderful people throughout fandoms and by leaving comments. I’ve made great friends, some even on comment sections, as we shared our enthusiasm for the same story.
People who like the same ships often hold similar character traits and life experiences; they’re people who would get you. The bonds in fandoms only strengthen when people meet other people as humans - and there are fantastic humans waiting to meet you.
Leave a comment. :)
((Methodology For Data Collected
For this, I’ve used AO3, currently the most popular fanfiction website.
I’ve taken the first ranked story in each ship, completed, rated by kudos - since bookmarks on AO3 can be set to private so the counters don’t reflect the real numbers - to reflect the stories that had the most positive feedback in their category.
For the comments, I’ve (falsely and intentionally) assumed the numbers represented are singular comments from singular, different users (tipping the scales in favor of the commenters). For Destiel, Johnlock and Spirk I had to pick the second story by kudos, since for the first the deviation error (assuming the author haven’t replied and there aren’t discussion threads included in the comments) was far too high for the ratio to be accurate, and my initial assumption couldn’t be applied. My apologies to the authors.
The data was collected on May 2nd , 2016.))
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