I work with my acting coach to help me get into character and do pronunciation drills and tongue twisters to help me deliver lines.
I envision the script as a story in my mind, memorize the entire thing and have it play out. It helps me figure out where my character needs to go.
You have to be serious, but you also have to make your own time to have fun.
I tell jokes, I laugh with the people on set, I play with the director. Then I try to pay attention and see what I have to do.
When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals. My favorite animal is a polar bear. They’re going extinct, and I really don’t want that to happen.
Quotes are from Quvenzhané Wallis’s Secrets: Work Hard, Play Hard, Think About Polar Bears in The New York Times by Molly Young. She got to talk to Quvenzhané about her creative process. This child is so gifted.
(I’m still low key mad that her epic commercial wasn’t a film but instead a commercial for Maserati. I’m gonna go see Annie during Christmas time, in the meanwhile.)
- Me: I wanna make people happy and laugh a lot!
- Me: *writes all the sad headcanons and feelsy fanfics*
Muggleborn students at Hogwarts (part 1/?)
This is beautiful.
Forever reblog because this is fucking wonderful.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Tonks walking around as McGonagall saying weird stuff to students
Girls asking Tonks to become their crushes best friend to find out if they like them or not
Tonks walking around the Hufflepuff common room as Snape, scaring the shit out of people
The Young Witches and Wizards’ Preparatory Academy in Magic is not one but two single-sex schools hidden deep within the misty green swamps of Louisiana. The schools are widely known amongst the American wizarding community for it’s infamous reputation of being the rowdiest academy for young wizards and witches resulting from a fierce inter-school rivalry cultivated through centuries of competition and trickery-wars. Students are frequenters of the headmistress and headmaster’s offices for hexing unsuspecting muggle wanderers, and hosting inter-school midnight dueling matches in the marshes. Legend has it that there is a gargantuan alligator, the unfortunate victim of various experimental (and ultimately irreversible) engorgio charms, lurking in the general vicinity of the schools, although no one has laid eyes on the beast in centuries.