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I like the dramatic tool that is fantasy and I put period films within the category of fantasy as I would put sci-fi within that same category. I think as a dramatic tool, you leave yourself behind. Your imagination is instantly needed because it’s a world that you don’t recognize with a world you don’t know. And I think that means you have a very different emotional reaction to the characters. I think it’s no better or worse for contemporary pieces. I think in contemporary pieces, it’s about voyeurism. You bring your own experiences to life because you recognize the world. I don’t think you do that as much with the whole fantasy genre. I find that very interesting.
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so today i learned that in the late 1800s-early 1900s, the navy became concerned about possible homosexual activity among their sailors
so they sent in decoys, whose job was to pretend to want to engage in homosexual activity in order to find gay sailors
except then the job of the decoy got popular
like, really popular
like… worryingly popular?
reports said that the decoys were performing their jobs with “much enthusiasm and zeal”
eventually the navy decided. to. just stop.
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I’m scratching at the surface now
And I’m trying hard to work it out
So much has gone misunderstood
This mystery only leads to doubt
And I didn’t understand
When you reached out to take my hand
And if you have something to say
You’d better say it now
Cause this is what you’ve waited for
Your chance to even up the score
And as these shadows fall on me now
I will somehow
Cause this is what you’ve waited for
A chance to even up the score
And as these shadows fall on me now
I will somehow
Cause I’m picking up a message Lord
And I’m closer than I’ve ever been before
So if you have something to say
Say it to me now
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(via cosmicaldreams)
y-ep:
Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.
^ perfection
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