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should I post my cooper x dr mann fanart like is there a market for that

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i truly love interstellar behind the scenes photos because they typically fall into two genres
HOYTEMA
(that's McConaughey in the parking lot of the Svinafellsjokull glacier)
(that's Hathaway's stunt double, Alicia Vela-Bailey, performing a manoeuvre for the actors to copy)
(unused shot from Mann's planet)
*The photography director, Hoyte Van Hoytema, was incredible on this set. The (simplified) process was as follows:
Everyone: we want handheld shots but all we have are imax cameras :(
Hoytema: have you tried picking them up *films the entire movie single-handedly*
2. Chris looking wildly out of place on set
(on the set of the Tesseract scene. McConaughey was a trooper, but all those hours in the harness and suit were tough! They're lying beside two of the fifteen projectors used for the visual effects.)
Like he's just lying everywhere
(on the Svinafellsjokull glacier, the set of Mann's planet. If I'm remembering correctly, this is where the fight was partially filmed.)
should I post my cooper x dr mann fanart like is there a market for that
should I post my cooper x dr mann fanart like is there a market for that
Mann x Cooper the ship you couldâve beenâŚ

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never trust rich people that looks like they make yt diss track
love it when this bitch looks* as crazy as he is
Found another PHM/ Interstellar edit
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honestly i think it's a bit of a lost art with some younger fans these days to just like............do things? people hold themselves back from making amvs, gifs, writing fic or drawing art, etc etc because "they don't know how" but the truth is a lot of us didn't have that knowledge handed to us, we looked at what other people were doing and then tried to copy that in our own way. and yeah the first hundred thousand words you write are probably going to be kind of shit. and the first gifsets you make will probably be grainy. your amvs will be clumsily edited, and your first year or two of drawing will make you cringe in the future. but if you don't try, you'll never improve! and these days there's so many more resources out there with the internet being so largeâart tutorials for specific things, gifmaking guides handed around that compile the steps down the the finest details, writers who talk about their processes, amv makers/vidders who are more than happy to share what transitions or text overlays they use. and i sometimes want to take people by the shoulders and say, just try! take the first leap! the worst you can do is make it badly, and made badly is better than not made at all.
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The Howlers: An Interstellar Fanfic - Chapter 1
Authorâs Note: Itâs been a LONG time since Iâve written fanfiction⌠10 years, at least⌠During my high school years, I was a prolific fanfiction author with over 100 stories penned, mostly focusing on Star Wars. I was a dedicated Obidala shipper then. Once I graduated from college, I disabled my account and found myself on other writing endeavers. I never thought Iâd return to fanfiction, but then again, I never thought anything would inspire me quite like this. And then this little idea cameâŚ
Itâs good to be back. Enjoy.
The Howlers Chapter 1 by: Theed
There was no point in reaching for a weapon. Even if NASA had issued firearms or other armaments as part of the Enduranceâs cargo supplies, Dr. Amelia Brand didnât know the first thing about using them. Even in theory. Sheâd spent too much time in a lab for that.
But the growing howls outside the camp bunker were making her nervous. The desert planetâs indigenous nocturnal beasts liked to prowl shortly after dusk. To hunt. To feed. She had long believed that though formidable and frightening, nature wasnât capable of evil. But after seeing what the creatures had done to Dr. Wolf Edmundsâor, at least what was left of himâshe wasnât so sure. If only heâd gotten to the pod before the rockslide had buried itâŚthen maybe heâd still be alive. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again: the ripped and mummified flesh, the gnawed and cracked bone, the dried smears and pools of blood⌠She still had nightmares about it.
And tonight wasnât any different. Brand rose from her sleeping pad and wiped the cold sweat from her brow. Her head pounded. âCASE, what time is it?â
From across the bunkerâs sleeping quarters, the large black robot stirred. âAccording to which clock, Dr. Brand?â
She groaned and pinched her temple. âI told you before, always use this planetâs time.â
âMy apologies, Dr. Brand. I just thought you mightââ
âIâm not interested in sentiment, CASE,â she snapped. âJust give me the time.â She closed her eyes and pushed back the ever lingering faces: Miller, Mann, Doyle, Romilly⌠Even TARS. And then there was her father⌠and Cooper⌠and Wolf⌠All gone. All dead. And most likely all of planet Earth with them. She chewed the inside of her cheek. Yes, thereâd been enough sentiment in the last few months to fill a lifetime. And considering Gargantuaâs time slippage had flung her forward a total of seventy-four years⌠She buried her heart right alongside Wolf the day she landed here. Carrying out the mission alone would be far easier if she couldnât feel. It wasnât her choice, exactly. But it was necessary.
âItâs nearly twenty-four hundred hours.â
Almost midnight. Another chilling howl echoed across the desertâthis one far closer than the last. She shivered.
âAnd how long until sunrise?â
âTwelve hours, seven minutes.â
Twelve long hours of endless howling. Brand rubbed her eyes, then massaged her throbbing forehead. âCASE, can you check the perimeter? I donât want those things getting inside.â
âThe last system check indicated the electric shield was fully functional.â
Brand grabbed her sweatshirt and clumsily shoved her arms through the sleeves. âThose automated system checks occur only once every hour. Run it again manually. A lot can happen in sixty minutes.â She pulled herself to the edge of the sleep pad and fumbled for the medical kit at the corner of her workstation. Hopefully there was still some Excedrin left.
âRoger.â CASEâs internal process began buzzing and whirring.
Brand unzipped the medical kit and peered at its contents using the dim glow of the overhead night lights. Blindly, she groped through what felt like packets of alcohol wipes, loose gauze strips, and endless Dramamine capsules⌠But where was the Excedrin? Of course, she could amplify the lighting to see better, but the camp was running on strictly solar power now, and she preferred to not waste the energyâespecially during the long nights. There were backup generators, obviously, but she needed those for emergencies only.
After rifling through the medical kit for several more minutes to no avail, Brand determined she was simply out of Excedrin. Great. Sheâd have to go down to the medical bay for more.
âDr. Brand,â CASE began, âI cannot complete the system check. The controls are unresponsive.â
She re-zipped the medical kit and tossed it on the workstation counter. âSolar interference?â she asked. According to Wolfâs archived data, this sun emitted regular coronal mass ejections that often disrupted electronic communicationsâwhich was partially why the Endurance was unable to pick up his signal before going dark. Of course, that was just one reason.
A menacing chorus of long, low howls whipped around the bunker.
Sheâd rather not think about the other reason.
âIâm receiving signals from our other electronic systems,â CASE said, âso solar interference seems unlikely.â
Brand swallowed. âIs it blocked or disconnected?â
âItâs possible the other systems are somehow disrupting the perimeter signal,â CASE began, âbut itâs highly improbable. The signalâs most likely disconnected.â
Another howl resounded, this one followed by several more against the rushing wind. When she first arrived, all the beasts did was howl; night after night, she could hear them in the distance, groaning and baying somewhere in the great stretches of endless red desert. They were like a lonely pack of lurking phantoms, both elusive and unrelenting. But week after week, they began creeping steadily closer to the camp, until one day, she glimpsed the terrifying creatures near the edge of the perimeter: large scaly quadrupeds armed with long, vicious claws and teethâand that was just what she could make out from the distance. The biologist in her was curious about these alien creaturesâhowlers, she called themâtheir anatomy, their habitat, their social behaviors. But then sheâd remember Wolfâs broken body⌠Despite her personal vendetta toward the creatures, Brand reasoned her reluctance to study them was due to a lack of resources; she didnât exactly have appropriate protective gear or field equipment. Besides, she couldnât lose focus of her primary mission: to ensure the survival of the human species. And right now, that meant keeping herself aliveâand the electric shield was her only guard against them.
She crossed her arms and dug her nails into the thick cotton. âA disconnected signal doesnât necessarily mean the shieldâs down, right?â
âCorrect,â CASE said. âIt just means we canât communicate with the system controls. Thereâs no reason to believe the shield is deactivated considering the positive readings from the previous checks.â
âYeah, but because of the disconnect, we have no way of confirming itâs up and running properly eitherâŚand any reconnecting must be done manually.â She ran a frustrated hand through her hair. The electric shieldâs control panel was located outside of the bunker. And with those creatures slinking about⌠The mere thought of being outside with the beasts nauseated her. Of course, she neednât leave the bunker at all; she could send CASE instead. But if the shield was indeed down and the creatures got to himâthe way they had gotten to Wolfâthen sheâd have to confine herself to the bunker and wait until dawnâŚand in the meantime hope the beasts wouldnât damage any equipmentâŚor find a way inside. Still, it was a far better risk than waiting until morning to reconnect the signal. âCASE, whatâs your defense setting?â she asked.
âDefense setting: 100% and fully charged.â
âGood, because youâre going to fix the signal connection.â
âI'm what?â
âCASE, howâs it looking so far,â Brand asked through the radio transmitter.
âMaking my way to the control panel now, Dr. Brand,â CASE responded. âI should arrive in two minutes.â
She dug her thumb into the bridge of her nose, still fighting the stubborn headache. âAlright, tell me when youâre there. And donât dawdle. Between the wind, the dust, and the howlers, I donât want you outside longer than necessary.â
âRoger that.â
While Brand waited for CASE, she padded down the corridor toward the medical bay, careful not to bump into anything in the darkness. If something happened to CASE, she needed to think and move quickly, and a piercing headache would only slow her down.
Her radio buzzed. âAlright, Iâm at the control panel.â
She slid open the medical bay door. âAnd?â
âSome of the wiringâs loose. Could be from the strong winds. Itâll take a few minutes to reconnect and reboot the system.â
Brand searched the cupboards until she found the Excedrin. âJust do it fast, CASE. Restarting the system will take the shields down.â She took two tablets, threw them toward the back of her throat, and swallowed.
âOnly momentarily.â
She grabbed extra Excedrin capsules to replenish her personal medical kit. âI donât care. It only takes a moment for one of those creatures to get in.â
âRoger.â
And thatâs when she heard the sharp scraping and groaning of metal. At first, she thought it was coming from the outer shell of the bunkerâa rough gust of wind or the structure settling into the desert groundâbut as the clanging and clatter grew louder and louder, the flooring rhythmically rumbling and reverberating against her feetâŚcloser and closerâŚshe realized these sounds were coming from inside. Her heart began racing.
Brand abandoned the capsules and turned the volume down on the transmitter. âCASE,â she breathed, âhow much longer?â
âApproximately ten minutes.â
âHurry up,â she hissed. âA howler is inside the bunker with me.â
âHang tight, Dr. Brand. Iâll be there shortly.â
âYou better.â She carefully set down the transmitter and poked and prodded through the cupboards for somethingâanythingâshe could use as a weapon. The darkness made searching difficult, but she dared not turn up the lights for fear of giving herself away. The closest thing she could find was a bottle of hydrochloric acid and a small, thin suture knife. They would have to do.
Meanwhile, the beastâs movements edged closerâŚthe creaking and scraping growing louder.
Brand unscrewed the cap from the hydrochloric acid, then discretely positioned herself along the short partition wall inside the medical bay and waited. A surprise attack was her only advantage in taking down the creature. Her timing and precision had to be perfect. One wrong move, and sheâd be dead in secondsâeither from the creature or from her own careless handling of the makeshift weapons. Breathing as quietly as possible, she gripped the knife in one hand and the bottle of acid in the other. Her head still pounded, blood thundering in her ears, but she had to stay focused.
The scuffing and clanging grew closerâŚand closerâŚand closerâŚ
As soon as the beastâs shadowy figure turned the corner and moved into view, she lunged forward, throwing the acid first, then trying to jab the knife blade into an eye. But before she could make contact, the creature dodged the deadly acid, then snatched her wrists, pinching them, twisting them, forcing the knife just out of reach. She struggled against its tight hold, lurching and yanking. Any moment, Brand was sure sheâd feel its sharp claws rip across her, or its jagged teeth sink into her. The creature squeezed tighter and tighter until she saw stars. Already, she felt tingling in her fingers. It wouldnât be long before she was completely immobile. Panicked, she began writhing and thrashing violently, throwing her limbs in every direction.
âBrand! Brand, itâs me! Itâs me! Damn it, Amelia! Stop! Stop it! Itâs me!â
And then she froze, the suture knife falling from her stiff fingers and bashing against the metal flooring. She knew that voice, that low, smooth drawlâeven when pissed off. But it couldnât be⌠She had to be dreamingâŚor perhaps just seeing a ghost.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â he said through labored breaths. The shadowâs hold on her loosened as she relaxed. âEasy, now. Easy.â
She looked up, and in the shallow darkness, fingers shaking, she reached forward and found the curve of a cheek, the brush of unshaven stubble, the ridge of dry, cracked lips. Her vision blurred, and she swallowed hard several times. âCooper?â she croaked, choking on her own voice.
The shadow nodded. âYeah. Itâs me.â She could hear the smile in his voice.
Brand began trembling. âCooper⌠Oh, Cooper.â She threw her arms around his neck and started weeping as weeks of buried emotion flooded to the surfaceâtears she didnât even know she possessedâa deep, guttural wailing that sounded almost inhuman. Was this how Dr. Mann had felt when theyâd woken him from his deep cryo-sleeping death?
Cooper leaned in, his arms enfolding her. âItâs okay,â he whispered, his lips and hot breath brushing against her ear. âItâs okay.â
âI thought I was alone,â she sobbed. âAlone⌠The last of humanity⌠Everyone gone⌠Left⌠Or dead⌠So⌠so aloneâŚin the entire universeâŚâ Her uncontrollable tears were embarrassing, but in this moment of unexpected relief, she didnât care.
He gently rocked her, then asked, as if reluctantly, âWhat about Edmunds?â At the mention of Wolfâs name, she crumbled, burrowing her face into Cooperâs shoulder and tangling her fingers into the back of his flight suit. She felt his hands in her hair as he rested his head against hers. âAmelia, Iâm so, so sorry.â
The silence stretched between them, with only her muffled sobs and the grisly desert howling filling her ears. Cooper was back. After all this time⌠After so many weeks of isolation and desolation⌠It was all sheâd been hoping forâto have somebody, anybody, with her. To not have to face life and rebuild humanity alone. In fact, it seemed too good to be true⌠She suddenly jerked up. âNo,â she said, backing away, though her clenched fists still clutched his arms. âNo, no, noâŚâ She shook her head. âI saw you⌠The wormhole⌠Itâs not possible⌠You left meâŚÂ You left me.â Her legs buckled.
âYeah, I left you,â he said evenly, holding her steady. âBut now Iâm back. Iâm here.â
âNo,â she repeated. âYou canât be here. Youâre at home with your family⌠With Murph and Tom⌠During the mission, all you thought about was going home. You wouldnât leave them againâŚjust to come back here⌠You wouldnât do that. Youâre just an illusion, a figment of my imaginationâŚthe result of too many weeks alone, talking to myself.â
âAmeliaââ
âOr maybe,â she continued, âmaybe you never even survived Gargantua at all. Its gravity couldâve pulled you further in from the tidal horizon, and youâd have been crushed. Or your oxygen couldâve run out, and youâd have suffocated. You died, Cooper⌠And in that case, Iâm still imagining you here.â
âAmelia, pleaseââ
âOh, Iâm not finished,â she said, chuckling bitterly. âOrâŚor..and this is the really crazy explanation⌠Say you did dieâand I'm not having some insane hallucination right nowâthat would mean youâre a⌠Youâre aâŚâ
Cooper shook his head and swept the bangs out of her eyes. âIâm not a ghost, AmeliaâŚnot to you, at least,â he said, his voice trailing off. âIâm here. Iâm real,â he whispered. Cooper took her hand and laid it against his face. âIâm real.â
The warmth of his cheek and fingers burned her icy hand. âYouâre real,â she repeated.
He gave a slow nod. âIâm real.â
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. âThen why did you come back?â
âNow that,â he said, wiping her face with his thumb, âis a story for another time.â
Static fizzed and popped over the radio transmitter. Sheâd almost forgotten. Brand reached over and grabbed the transmitter from the counter, fumbling with the buttons and clearing her throat. âCASE? CASE, are you there?â
Cooper followed her. âHe isnât in here with you?â
âNo, I sent him out to fix a disconnected signal. CASE? Do you read me? CASE?â She wiped her face in her sleeve.
âSignal?â
âYeah, for the electric shield guarding the campâŚâ And then a sudden realization hit her. âCooper⌠how did you get past the electric shield? The one guarding the perimeter of the camp?â
âTARS deactivated it.â
Her heart pounded. âAnd did he reactivate it?â
Cooperâs silence was all the answer she needed.
âOh shitâŚâ
For the longest time I never really understood why people shipped Cooper and TARS but after rewatching it as I do. Oh my god that scene where heâs adjusting TARSâs settings after he gets a new power source. Oh My God. My third eye has opened. Also the way Cooper calls him âSlickâ feels so weirdly intimate LIKE
heheheheh
so can i start something
this is what I came back to tumblr for. IM SO INVESTED ON COOPERS CHARACTER WHY DOES NOBODY CARE

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