I've been wanting to do a mini breakdown / character analysis of the diner scene with Dex and Julie, as to me it's one of the best examples that displays the full extent of Dex’s characterization and what the range of his mind looks like. Wilson has great facial mannerisms throughout the scene that emphasize on how Dex processes and reacts as a person. It's a fun scene to dissect as a core character introduction that really isn't talked about enough!

“I look in the mirror, and I would say over and over to myself… I’d take a deep breath, put my feet together, raise myself erect, strong like a… a hero warrior, and I’d say, ‘Biggest-selling album of all time, greatest seller,’ over and over to my mind, and look in my eyes. And I’d mean it… I wouldn’t accept anything unless this was exactly what I wanted. My attitude was: I want the biggest-selling album of all times, to break records, to do phenomenal work.” — Michael Jackson.

there’s something almost unsettling about how precise that is. is it just me, or?

not dreamy, not vague, not “i hope this works out.”

it’s controlled.

a young Michael Jackson standing in front of a mirror, not just seeing himself, but rehearsing a future until it stopped feeling like a fantasy and started feeling like fact.

in 1979, at just 21, came alive MJ’s manifesto. he wrote about becoming something “magic,” about shedding the limits people had already placed on him and stepping into a version of himself that didn’t exist yet, at least not in the world everyone else could see. but to him, it already did.

and he didn’t treat it like a cute idea, rather obsessed over it, repeated it until it burned into him, writing “100 million” on mirrors so that every glance forced him to face the standard he set for himself.

with persistence like that, reality caught up.

“Thriller” didn’t just succeed, everyone knows that.. it rewrote what success even looked like. it became the best-selling album of all time, moving tens of millions of copies globally, breaking records that, decades later, are still standing.

a direct echo of something he had already decided years before.

MJ would also lie by the pool in silence, letting ideas come to him, describing it almost like tuning into something beyond himself. he spoke about asking god for inspiration, about feeling like ideas were moving through him, and if he didn’t claim them, someone else would. he even named Prince as someone he felt in quiet competition with, like creativity itself was a current you had to catch before it passed you by.

call it imagination, call it discipline, he called it magic.

he didn’t wait to believe it after it happened.

he believed it until it had no choice but to happen !!

and if MJ can do it, so can you. cue the receipts!

I love that im having the creative outburst just to go missing 6 months, like yes girl feed us a feast then let us die from starvation 💖💖💖

Anyways, Poindexter is such a vibe, a ball leyend

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Diarmuid is aware of anatomy, of sinew and muscle, of the way God crafted man, but now he is aware in a completely different way. He thinks, So, this is how a man should look, and cannot stop looking at the Mute, whose naked chest and arms are thick and defined and covered in scars and with hair that is dark and curly and just as damp from sweat as the rest of him.

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ZAZIE BEETZ as ASIA REAVES