with the twilight renaissance, all I can think about is how the time I went to see the twilight premiere was the most surreal film experience of my life
my friend and I (16/17) went to see it opening night. we had read the book at 14/15, so by that point we were thoroughly in snark viewership territory. there was so much going on. people were holding up signs at the blank screen before the film even started. tweens and their moms were wearing matching “FUTURE MRS. CULLEN” shirts. other gems included the classic “real men sparkle” tee. girls were doing call and response polls to figure out who was team edward vs. team jacob.
finally, the movie started. the usual murmuring, giggling, squealing reactions. sure, whatever. we get to the scene of bella playing volleyball (or badminton?) in gym class and get a nice shot of mike’s doofy face when SUDDENLY
the entire fucking screen goes black.
the audience let out a piercing, collective shriek like an enraged lusty kraken being forced back into the sea. at first, we thought it was a momentary glitch or a prank, but it just….stayed blank. for 5 minutes. then 10. then 15. what followed for the next hour or more – yes, 60 minutes – can only be described as pure lord of the flies style chaos. people cried. people yelled. people threw themselves on the floor. at one point a few of the most “I want to speak to the manager” moms tried to organize an insurrection, gathering their teens and trying to rush out of the theater to angrily confront the staff. they were met with armed security guards who demanded they sit down immediately. things were tense until the standoff ended when they finally got the projector working again
and that’s how dozens of people were almost arrested during the fucking twilight premiere
if you were to become the president of the world, what is the first law you would pass?
*growls angrily and raises tail in caution*
This reblog chain is so weird because there’s a missing post between the Op and first reply that says “execute the furries” which makes the first reply look positively fucking delusional
i thought i’d written this up on here before, but i can’t find it. so let me tell you my favourite story about my time in oxford.
my college library is a converted church (with graveyard still attached). and it closed at about 1am every night, but they let people keep working in the vestry – where there were… i think six desks? – overnight. i was not very good at doing my work at anything other than the absolute last minute, and would fairly often end up in the vestry the night before an essay was due.
it was grim. honestly i do not miss it.
the highlight of those nights was when i allowed myself a break to go out to buy a burger from the kebab van that was on the other side of the high street. the nearest kebab van was ahmed’s. kebab vans in oxford are serious business (there are few kebab shops, and they’re mostly not near the colleges, where the first and third-year students often live in). i just looked ahmed’s up to check i was spelling his name right and found this amazing painting of the van!!
anyway. so one night in – i guess it was probably april? i think it was in my final year, and not too long to go before exams – i walked out to the kebab van. it was 2am, or maybe 3am. a weeknight – maybe a tuesday – and there was nobody around. too late for other people taking study breaks, and maybe the people who were out clubbing weren’t coming back yet. i felt like i and ahmed and the other guy who worked in his van were the only people alive.
and then an entire band of men turned up in full 16th century regalia.
i think maybe one or two of them had musical instruments with them, but not all of them. they stood there. they didn’t seem to think that they were doing anything unusual. i guess for them, it wasn’t. nobody else came by. nobody said anything except to order some food.
i thought: am i hallucinating??? what is happening???
i always ordered a cheeseburger at ahmed’s, and as it wasn’t a busy night they didn’t already have any cooking, so i stood by the van for a good five minutes while it cooked, just watching these men, who seemed like time-travellers, solemnly order their kebabs. none of them had phones out or anything. nothing broke the illusion except the situation we were in. it honestly felt like time was collapsing. like we had all been pulled out of the timestream and were just chilling here together. it wasn’t april whatever, 3am, 2011. it was no time, no place. The Kebab Van At The End of Time.
they just seemed like people from the past who wanted to get something to eat. an eternal constant. and the guys in the van were as nonchalant about it as the men themselves were. yeah, we get sixteenth century people through here all the time.
When you need to use royalty free music but can’t find any you like so you make your own but then you remember you don’t know how to compose music but you spent all this time making it and you’re not turning back now
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