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He Stops: gotham city by meg INT. WAREHOUSE NIGHT The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to as "burly" or "built." He stops underneath the brightest light in the room, setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is wearing a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack covering his features, one can still make out his raven hair poking out of the burlap fabric. a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus HENCHMAN (gruff) Seems like the Batman... is losing his touch RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack. RED ROBIN (muffled) Do I look like Batman to you? The henchman circles the teen like a tiger stalking its prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He forces out a deep and planned LAUGH HENCHMAN No, no, no. Much too small, you are Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be heard from underneath the sack. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Shhh, little bird. You must save your breath! Air will get spare quite soon. Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following uncomfortable silence. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) So tell me- 2. Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out of a package hidden in his coat pocket. HENCHMAN (CONT'D) Where is the bat? My employer just wants to... chat. Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively communicating a "bitch, please" without the spoken word. Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the teen HENCHMAN (CONT'D) I had a feeling you were the dumb robin A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air. RED HOOD (from above) Damn right! The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to lift the sack from his head. a horrid RED ROBIN (yelling) I resent that! More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands stunned SPOILER Hey, don't say that! sensitive. He's ROBIN Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting himself kidnapped by this oaf? Disgraceful RED ROBIN (yelling) We literally planned this! It was your idea! Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles. 3. ROBIN Maybe there's a reason you're always playing kidnapped! RED ROBIN (yelling) Because you guys are jerks? NIGHTWING Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped this time! BATGIRL Oh, honey. We all know how that would play out. A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped. RED HOOD I take it back, Wing's the dumb Robin NIGHTWING OKAY, first of all, not my fault- the fire was The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling into darkness filled with disembodied voices. Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words. HENCHMAN H-hey! You- You can't- ALL BATKIDS (yelling) Shut up! The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his teeth HENCHΜΑΝ (talking to himself) I 'm not getting out of this, am 1? A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him ΒΑΤΜAΝ No outoftheframework: outoftheframework: so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened. enjoy? so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)
He Stops: gotham city
 by
 meg

 INT. WAREHOUSE
 NIGHT
 The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged
 across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet
 deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some
 flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of
 boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the
 room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless
 HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to
 as "burly" or "built."
 He stops underneath the brightest light in the room,
 setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is
 wearing
 a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack
 covering his features, one can still make out his raven
 hair poking out of the burlap fabric.
 a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus
 HENCHMAN
 (gruff)
 Seems like the Batman... is losing
 his touch
 RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack.
 RED ROBIN
 (muffled)
 Do I look like Batman to you?
 The henchman circles the teen like a
 tiger stalking its
 prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He
 forces out a deep and planned LAUGH
 HENCHMAN
 No, no, no. Much too small, you
 are
 Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be
 heard from underneath the sack.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Shhh, little bird. You must save
 your breath! Air will get spare
 quite soon.
 Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly
 cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red
 Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following
 uncomfortable silence.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 So tell me-

 2.
 Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping
 an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out
 of a package hidden in his coat pocket.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Where is the bat? My employer just
 wants to... chat.
 Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively
 communicating
 a "bitch, please" without the spoken word.
 Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the
 teen
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 I had a feeling you were the dumb
 robin
 A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air.
 RED HOOD
 (from above)
 Damn right!
 The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting
 CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand
 that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to
 lift the sack from his head.
 a horrid
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 I resent that!
 More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened
 catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands
 stunned
 SPOILER
 Hey, don't say that!
 sensitive.
 He's
 ROBIN
 Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting
 himself kidnapped by this oaf?
 Disgraceful
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 We literally planned this! It was
 your idea!
 Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles.

 3.
 ROBIN
 Maybe there's a reason you're
 always playing kidnapped!
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 Because you guys are
 jerks?
 NIGHTWING
 Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped
 this time!
 BATGIRL
 Oh, honey. We all know how that
 would play out.
 A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce
 on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped.
 RED HOOD
 I take it back, Wing's the dumb
 Robin
 NIGHTWING
 OKAY, first of all,
 not my fault-
 the fire was
 The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an
 outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling
 into darkness filled with disembodied voices.
 Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words.
 HENCHMAN
 H-hey! You- You can't-
 ALL BATKIDS
 (yelling)
 Shut up!
 The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his
 teeth
 HENCHΜΑΝ
 (talking to himself)
 I 'm not getting out of this, am 1?
 A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him
 ΒΑΤΜAΝ
 No
outoftheframework:

outoftheframework:
so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened.

enjoy?

so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)

outoftheframework: outoftheframework: so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in f...

He Stops: braceandaim: murdercide626: randomhatthief: noxaldia: catbountry: thewillowisp: roguesquirrel: If Hotel Transylvania didn’t come out, this would have been the #1 animated film walkcycle in 2012 Jesus King Candy, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?! His feet are just twirling on his ankles it’s fucking magical. Okay I don’t normally do this but let me just say something about this animation and the sheer amount of detail they put into this walk-cycle in correlation to the character themselves. The way he walks in this first real ‘introduction’ to the character; notice how his legs go straight out to the sides of him while he twirls his feet- like the wheels of the cars he has been programmed to drive. Not only that, but the lull in his walk is exactly like spinning your tires while breaking (or revving one’s engine), which happens at the start of every cart-racing game. Also, his hand literally changes gears and ‘locks’ before his shooing hand gesture, before returning to the unseen gear-shift. Even in the second shot close-up, he stops in perfect time of 3, the same as the ‘ready, set, go!’ of racing games. He is literally embodying both his car and racing games in general. His animation team made him into the true ‘king’ of cart-racing. HOLYFUCKINGSHIT Holy Hera! I didn’t even consider that! 8O That just makes him that much more awesome! :D And kudos to those awesome Disney animators for always finding ways to add nice little touches to the characters in their films. :) I just sincerely love this post
He Stops: braceandaim:

murdercide626:

randomhatthief:

noxaldia:

catbountry:

thewillowisp:

roguesquirrel:

If Hotel Transylvania didn’t come out, this would have been the #1 animated film walkcycle in 2012

Jesus King Candy, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?!

His feet are just twirling on his ankles it’s fucking magical.

Okay I don’t normally do this but let me just say something about this animation and the sheer amount of detail they put into this walk-cycle in correlation to the character themselves. The way he walks in this first real ‘introduction’ to the character; notice how his legs go straight out to the sides of him while he twirls his feet- like the wheels of the cars he has been programmed to drive. Not only that, but the lull in his walk is exactly like spinning your tires while breaking (or revving one’s engine), which happens at the start of every cart-racing game. Also, his hand literally changes gears and ‘locks’ before his shooing hand gesture, before returning to the unseen gear-shift. Even in the second shot close-up, he stops in perfect time of 3, the same as the ‘ready, set, go!’ of racing games.
He is literally embodying both his car and racing games in general. His animation team made him into the true ‘king’ of cart-racing.

HOLYFUCKINGSHIT

Holy Hera! I didn’t even consider that! 8O
That just makes him that much more awesome! :D
And kudos to those awesome Disney animators for always finding ways to add nice little touches to the characters in their films. :)

I just sincerely love this post

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He Stops: Today, I fucked up... by calling a locksmith when I was "locked out" of my car groud-On: today-ifuckedup: I'll preface this by saying I'm usualy not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I'll make this quick: I ot off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker - as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times, battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada. I call a locksmith, explain that I'm locked out of my car. He says he'll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open: "So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, l'll have it open in a minute." "No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead." I replied. He stops and for about 10 seconds. Doesn't say a word. He sees my keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and opens the door. I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually. He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge. The story he'd have to tell was worth the drive out. Gold. I would’ve probably done this tooomg-humor.tumblr.com
He Stops: Today, I fucked up... by calling a
 locksmith when I was "locked
 out" of my car
 groud-On:
 today-ifuckedup:
 I'll preface this by saying I'm usualy not a stupid man but I was at the end
 of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I'll make this quick:
 I ot off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my
 remote unlocker - as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times,
 battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little
 button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada.
 I call a locksmith, explain that I'm locked out of my car. He says he'll be
 right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts
 a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts
 making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open:
 "So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, l'll have it open in a
 minute."
 "No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead." I replied.
 He stops and for about 10 seconds. Doesn't say a word. He sees my
 keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and
 opens the door.
 I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote
 fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually.
 He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an
 aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge.
 The story he'd have to tell was worth the drive out.
 Gold.
I would’ve probably done this tooomg-humor.tumblr.com

I would’ve probably done this tooomg-humor.tumblr.com