The Biggest Upset In Oscar History with Moonlight, The Worst Snub with The Color Purple, + the Role of Race, Sexuality, Gender, & Time with the Academy Awards
One of my favorite things about Chris Evans is that he runs like an absolute dumbass.
“He’s very fast and he also has a very unique run. I mean, it’s almost a dancer’s run. And when we tried to double him for running, there was nobody who could run like him. They just didn’t have the same dynamics or the way he moves, and he had to end up doing most of his own running.”
– Joe Johnston, director of ‘Captain America: The First Avenger’
Hi also adding that he’s probably so hard to double in running shots because he fucking *bounces* all over the place. Which makes the fact that he’s a fast runner that much more surprising because that bouncing gait is a colossal waste of energy. I can’t tell you how long it took the coaches to train that out of my brother when he was in track (I keep talking about him and not me because he was actually athletic and I was just a very good fraud).
Also women often run with that bounce because we often get trained to walk on the front soles of our feet through dance, gymnastics, wearing heels, etc.
So what they really needed was a dancer or a woman to be Evans’s running double.
He’s the bounciest little shit it is genuinely amazing
(pictured: Chris Evans completely inability to hold fucking still)
Petition to the writers of The Last Tycoon to have Matt punch a Nazi in the upcoming season. I think we all need this.
I didn’t realise until this moment how much it would complete me to see Matt Bomer punch a Nazi. All my faves should punch Nazis. Agent Carter should get brought back specifically so Hayley Atwell can punch every Nazi TWICE with the entire contents of an office supply store.
He gets it, gets why seeing yourself in a character is important, and that is so rare. Too many creators and authors and actors get wrapped up in what their intent was when creating/writing/performing, and don’t see that the moment the work is out there, it’s open source for head canons, interpretations, fanworks and meta. This is all the more important for people of marginalised groups. So of course Luke is gay, if you read him that way. The power is YOURS not Mark’s, and he’s not so egocentric that he misses that. This should be far more common than it is, this generous acceptance of fan interpretation and evolution of canon.
A lot of people–a gratifying number of people, really; it was like reaching the actual apocalypse cleared a lot of puritan bullshit out of everybody’s heads, so that their response to “we’re married” became “congrats,” and not a frantic game of “which one is your husband, which one is just a friend,” or worse, “oh, you’re gay, how nice, is she going to be your surrogate”–a lot of people assumed, when they walked into a hanger, that they were like those Chinese triplets. Three pilots. Triple the strain but triple the connectivity, the control.
(”How amazing,” those people murmured, in their own dialects, in their own ways. “They’re not related, you know. They can run a drift that close on love.”)
Except that they couldn’t.
When No Encores woke, she woke with Eliot on her left and Parker on her right, and Hardison back in the control room, monitoring their vitals, dying a little bit inside from the fear, coming back to life from the pride. He never stepped into the cockpit, never saw what they saw, never had to hold up the weight of the world as they knew it. That was for the best. He kept them safe in so damn many ways, in all the ways that counted, and their Jaeger danced like a thief and hit like a trained professional, and they came home. They came home every time.
Sometimes those same people, the ones who had assumed, would see Hardison on base when No Encores was running the waters. They would treat him so gingerly then, assuming he was hurt, neglected, left behind. And he would only smile, and maybe touch the inside of his left arm (”one show only” tattooed there, black on brown, small and meant for him and his and no one else), and say, “Nah. You think I want to punch a kaiju? Those things are full of germs.”
The drift wasn’t love. It was similarity in the broken places. Hardison didn’t envy them that.
Someone has to be the harbor.
Someone has to lead them home.
Thanks @seananmcguire, I wasn’t using my feelings today.
I am a surgical strike of pain. I AM THE GODDESS OF LOVE.
look seanan i love you but sometimes i kind of want to murder you just a little.