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clarkent:

“Unlike Godzilla, Pacific Rim doesn’t try to be serious even when it’s being serious. Characters have names like Stacker Pentecost and Hercules Hansen. The film requires you to believe that the best way to battle a giant monster is to build an even larger robot to fight that monster. Much of the Act 2 drama derives from inter-pilot tension airlifted from the Val Kilmer scenes in Top Gun. It’s the polar opposite of the Godzilla school of drama, where everyone is a total professional who has absolutely no personal goal besides Saving The World. In Pacific Rim, Idris Elba is Rinko Kikuchi’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, and two of the last Giant Robot-pilots in the world frequently get into sneering fights over who’s the bigger badass, and Charlie Day is a scientist. So, for all these reasons, Pacific Rim is a movie that I’ve heard perfectly smart people describe as “stupid” or “silly.” The problem with this line of thinking is that, really, that every blockbuster is pretty “silly,” in the context of Things Adults Should Care About. Godzilla is not less stupid than Pacific Rim just because people frown more. […] The difference, I think, is that Pacific Rim glories in its own silliness. There’s a flashback scene where Idris Elba rescues a little girl, and when he emerges from his giant robot, the sun shines upon him like he’s the catharsis in a biblical epic. There’s a moment when one giant robot swings an oil tanker like a sword. Then it grows a sword out of its wrist. Then it falls from space to earth. There are real complaints to make about Pacific Rim, I guess, all of them fair and most of them pedantic. I know a lot of people who have issues with the story. (“Why didn’t they use the wrist-sword earlier?” is a popular one.) Conversely, I don’t really know anyone who minds the story in Godzilla, possibly because everything stupid that happens is prefaced by Frowning Watanabe saying “This is why the stupid thing that’s about to happen makes sense.” Godzilla wants so badly to make sense. Pacific Rim wants so badly for Ron Perlman to wear golden shoes.”

— Darren Franich, “Entertainment Geekly: A call for an end to serious blockbusters” (via rahleighs)

thattallnerdybean:

“Well, a-a person’s energy has a flow… a unity? Buffy’s was… was fragmented; it-it-it grated, like something forced in where it doesn’t belong.”

I always wondered what Tara saw when she saw people’s auras….and so I spent part of today creating visuals…because yeah. 

So the first one, I went off what Tara described with Faith inside Buffy’s body. I tried to make it seem frenetic, grating and shattered. There is a thin line of gold, Buffy’s slayer aura, which is being shattered by the overwhelming red of Faith’s aura.

The second, I always imagined Tara was able to sense that Dawn had injured herself before she even saw it, because when someone is injured their aura grates around the injury. It sends out high pitched vibrations, immediately telling an empath that something is very wrong. So Tara would have felt/heard it before she even saw. Dawn is upset, but her demeanor is relatively calm, so her aura stays fairly still.

The third, Buffy has an outer aura of gold, which is her slayer aura, but Buffy’s human aura, hidden, trapped inside, is desperately unhappy. It blinks slowly, Buffy feels like giving up, feels trapped and scared and sad and confused. The vibrations are slow, and drag downwards, making Tara, the empath, feel as though her body is being pulled down as well.

The fourth, from OMwF, is Willow. I always imagine to Tara, because Willow is her soulmate, Willow’s aura shines the brightest of anyone. Here, there is such strong feeling of love, such a strong feeling of Willow being at ease, that her aura vibrates because it’s so active. It would feel distinctly different than the grating vibration of Faith in Buffy’s body, or the high pitched feel of an injury. The sound/feeling would be a low pitched hum, and feeling of warmth, like being in sunshine. 

Source: thattallnerdybean

prokopetz:

The thing I love about cats is that they’re basically born ready to throw down. There’s something strangely life-affirming about seeing a ball of fuzz that could fit in the palm of your hand with room to spare react to an unfamiliar creature literally a hundred times its size by going “I roll Intimidation”.