Dang my shipper heart.
I have one, for sure. It's painstakingly obvious in everything.
I've shattered the glass.
Now, I'll be watching something and there will be a comment, harmless. My brain jumps on it instantly.
"Who ships them?"
I just...see it. I'm reading a book*, Scars.
It's heavy stuff. Yet as I read, the slight plot line of romance is drowning me.
It's so obvious. Like how would I not?
Subtext.
Everywhere.
Jori, you all should know of that if you read religiously.
I was watching my brother beat Mass Effect 3, a passing scene and I ship two characters that I don't know.
It's like a gift. Or curse maybe.
Feelings, even a shippers, can be suffocating.
*When I read, I tend to be more...poetic in my words I suppose. I happen to be reading RIGHT NOW. I simply paused to make this post. You can probably tell that I am just by the way this is organized. Chaotic
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Just please let me know!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
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Showing posts with label feels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feels. Show all posts
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Well a parent named lee...
I can't wait so...this post (stolen from tumblr) should help explain Jori feels...a little
Hey Jade, remember that time...
Remember the time you applauded your girlfriend for doing a great Bird Scene?
Remember the time your girlfriend took the fall for you and was willing to do 2 weeks detention so you wouldn’t get n trouble?
Remember the time you went to your girlfriend’s house with a broken kite because you were upset and she didn’t get mad you got makeup on the pillow her late grandmother made?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you teamed up to stop a guy from posting stuff about you on the internet?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt up your face to see if you were sweating and you didn’t mind?
Remember the time you selflessly tried to stop your girlfriend from getting in trouble with Melinda Murray?
Remember the time you lent your girlfriend the dress you were wearing so she could preform?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you got back at two mean girls at a Karaoke joint and you held her hands on stage?
Remember the time your girlfriend helped you get your boobs inside a giant burger?
Remember the time your girlfriend found the money to put produce your play and you gave her a huge hug after it?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you smashed up a car together then pushed a man home in a wheelbarrow while singing in spanish?
Remember the time your girlfriend offered to stuff your belly button with Raisin Bran?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about that Ryder guy?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about what blackballing in Hollywood was?
Remember the time your girlfriend slid down the side of a fridge and you were really concerned for her?
Remember the time you offered to take your girlfriend’s dress off?
Remember the time your girlfriend licked your drink and you still drank it?
Remember the time your girlfriend brought you on holidays?
Remember the time your girlfriend gestured at you and then jumped on your back as you both sang?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you were married and had a synthetically red headed baby?
Remember the time your girlfriend dressed up and acted like you?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt you up then you preformed a Christmas song with her?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you drove to San Diego?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you went on a date to Nozu and she was mad at two guys hitting on you both when you both wanted to hang out alone?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you had a tickle fight?
Remember the time you tried to drive your girlfriend to school when she had no ride?
Remember the time your girlfriend rejected a boy and came straight to see you?
Remember the time your girlfriend was so touched you let her sing instead of you she gave you a monster hug?
Remember the time(s) your girlfriend blatantly stared at your boobs?
No?
Remember the time your ‘not friend’ did all this?
Jori lives on
Hey Jade, remember that time...
Remember the time you applauded your girlfriend for doing a great Bird Scene?
Remember the time your girlfriend took the fall for you and was willing to do 2 weeks detention so you wouldn’t get n trouble?
Remember the time you went to your girlfriend’s house with a broken kite because you were upset and she didn’t get mad you got makeup on the pillow her late grandmother made?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you teamed up to stop a guy from posting stuff about you on the internet?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt up your face to see if you were sweating and you didn’t mind?
Remember the time you selflessly tried to stop your girlfriend from getting in trouble with Melinda Murray?
Remember the time you lent your girlfriend the dress you were wearing so she could preform?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you got back at two mean girls at a Karaoke joint and you held her hands on stage?
Remember the time your girlfriend helped you get your boobs inside a giant burger?
Remember the time your girlfriend found the money to put produce your play and you gave her a huge hug after it?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you smashed up a car together then pushed a man home in a wheelbarrow while singing in spanish?
Remember the time your girlfriend offered to stuff your belly button with Raisin Bran?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about that Ryder guy?
Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about what blackballing in Hollywood was?
Remember the time your girlfriend slid down the side of a fridge and you were really concerned for her?
Remember the time you offered to take your girlfriend’s dress off?
Remember the time your girlfriend licked your drink and you still drank it?
Remember the time your girlfriend brought you on holidays?
Remember the time your girlfriend gestured at you and then jumped on your back as you both sang?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you were married and had a synthetically red headed baby?
Remember the time your girlfriend dressed up and acted like you?
Remember the time your girlfriend felt you up then you preformed a Christmas song with her?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you drove to San Diego?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you went on a date to Nozu and she was mad at two guys hitting on you both when you both wanted to hang out alone?
Remember the time your girlfriend and you had a tickle fight?
Remember the time you tried to drive your girlfriend to school when she had no ride?
Remember the time your girlfriend rejected a boy and came straight to see you?
Remember the time your girlfriend was so touched you let her sing instead of you she gave you a monster hug?
Remember the time(s) your girlfriend blatantly stared at your boobs?
No?
Remember the time your ‘not friend’ did all this?
Jori lives on
Oh Hell Sandwich...
Gah...FEELS FEELS...I AM EXPERIENCING MAJOR FEELS.
In case you are not aware, I ship Jori.
Which are the characters Jade and Tori from Victorious.
Yeah yeah, that story can wait for another time.
The point is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T THIS SHOW BE ON TEEN NICK SO DAN CAN STOP TROLLING US.
They are so perfect. Jori is so perfect. Just...FEELS.
So uh...yeah, put on a pair of slash goggles and watch the show, you'll see what I mean.
In case you are not aware, I ship Jori.
Which are the characters Jade and Tori from Victorious.
Yeah yeah, that story can wait for another time.
The point is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T THIS SHOW BE ON TEEN NICK SO DAN CAN STOP TROLLING US.
They are so perfect. Jori is so perfect. Just...FEELS.
So uh...yeah, put on a pair of slash goggles and watch the show, you'll see what I mean.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Book/Movie
I just saw The Hunger Games. Not to worry, I'm not the ruining type so you can untwist your panties. I will say however that I enjoyed it and if I could go see it again I would.
The point of this post was not that however. My point comes from the idea of book to movie.
I love it.
I know people always say, "The book will always be better then the movie." but here's the the thing; You aren't looking at the big picture.
Maybe I'm just hopelessly biased, but I think I enjoyed the movie as much as I did the book. When done correctly (And I'll get back to that) the movie does something the book can not. A movie gives life to a book.
Yeah I know, some books are written so wonderfully that you get a lovely image and whatnot but hang on. An actors job is to bring a roll to life. I don't care how much you describe them, in my opinion they are simple wisps of imagination untill someone casts an actor.
Let me explain, if you were to ask me how I pictured Katniss before the movie, I wouldn't have an answer. Because when I'm reading, I picture the scene, yes, but the moment I stop it's like trying to recall a face in a dream.
Maybe that's just me though.
Now I said when it is done correctly. Which I suppose there can never truely be a CORRECT way because it's the director's own vision but really, when you kill off a important character that is in ALL THREE BOOKS, what the hell kind of vision is that? You call THAT making the book into a movie? (I'm looking at you My Side of The Mountain)
What I mean to say is, if your going to make a book into a movie, then stick to the book. I understand things will have to be tweaked and that's fine, just don't change the story.
If you are going to base a movie off a book you can be more liberal, just be sure everyone knows that it is not the book, it's BASED off of a book.
I said that you weren't looking at the big picture. I probably am just hopelessly biased, but what I was trying to say was this; If you think the book will forever be better then the movie then you are being unfair to the director.
The book came out first. The book was good and spawned a movie. You read the book. You like the book. You go see the movie.
So here you are, already having accepted the EXACT plot of the book, about to see the movie. Poor director. He had to change a few things for time reasons and budget and whatever. You Mr. Book's Better, see these tweaks as invaders in your beloved story and attack them.
I know. I'm guilty of it.
But when I watched The Hunger Games, I didn't judge the soundtrack, or the director's choice in how to film, I didn't mind the tweaks (Well except one but that was actually more of just a matter of opinion) I didn't care how the actors chose to say their lines.
I simply sat back and watched a world I'd only ever imagined come to life.
If you go into a movie thinking only of the book, there is no way you will enjoy it as much as you could.
If you go into a movie with all of this stuff I said considered (And I said a lot in a sorta weird train of thought) I do believe you'll enjoy it to the fullest.
The point of this post was not that however. My point comes from the idea of book to movie.
I love it.
I know people always say, "The book will always be better then the movie." but here's the the thing; You aren't looking at the big picture.
Maybe I'm just hopelessly biased, but I think I enjoyed the movie as much as I did the book. When done correctly (And I'll get back to that) the movie does something the book can not. A movie gives life to a book.
Yeah I know, some books are written so wonderfully that you get a lovely image and whatnot but hang on. An actors job is to bring a roll to life. I don't care how much you describe them, in my opinion they are simple wisps of imagination untill someone casts an actor.
Let me explain, if you were to ask me how I pictured Katniss before the movie, I wouldn't have an answer. Because when I'm reading, I picture the scene, yes, but the moment I stop it's like trying to recall a face in a dream.
Maybe that's just me though.
Now I said when it is done correctly. Which I suppose there can never truely be a CORRECT way because it's the director's own vision but really, when you kill off a important character that is in ALL THREE BOOKS, what the hell kind of vision is that? You call THAT making the book into a movie? (I'm looking at you My Side of The Mountain)
What I mean to say is, if your going to make a book into a movie, then stick to the book. I understand things will have to be tweaked and that's fine, just don't change the story.
If you are going to base a movie off a book you can be more liberal, just be sure everyone knows that it is not the book, it's BASED off of a book.
I said that you weren't looking at the big picture. I probably am just hopelessly biased, but what I was trying to say was this; If you think the book will forever be better then the movie then you are being unfair to the director.
The book came out first. The book was good and spawned a movie. You read the book. You like the book. You go see the movie.
So here you are, already having accepted the EXACT plot of the book, about to see the movie. Poor director. He had to change a few things for time reasons and budget and whatever. You Mr. Book's Better, see these tweaks as invaders in your beloved story and attack them.
I know. I'm guilty of it.
But when I watched The Hunger Games, I didn't judge the soundtrack, or the director's choice in how to film, I didn't mind the tweaks (Well except one but that was actually more of just a matter of opinion) I didn't care how the actors chose to say their lines.
I simply sat back and watched a world I'd only ever imagined come to life.
If you go into a movie thinking only of the book, there is no way you will enjoy it as much as you could.
If you go into a movie with all of this stuff I said considered (And I said a lot in a sorta weird train of thought) I do believe you'll enjoy it to the fullest.
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