#out there

GIFs from Michael Sheen's new film, "Out There" about aliens! An All-Welsh cast, of course.

"Set in the 1990s in a sleepy seaside town in Wales, the plot follows a teenaged astrology enthusiast who thinks she has spotted a UFO, and a big conspiracy unfolds. Are the government really hiding anything, or are the people just desperate for more excitement in their lives?"

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Michael plays Shifty Gruff, an alien-themed gift shop owner. He looks a bit Jack Sparrow with the hair beads and head scarf. Gorgeous color choices for his outfits, he glows in golds which are complimented with a hint of turquoise. I want his robe and little knitted scarf thing.

It is clear that he had so much fun creating this character. He isn't an alien, so we cannot mark it off on his "Mythological Creatures Checklist" but an alien conspiracist is close. Unless he surprises us. 👽

From the trailer, it looks a bit like a cross between "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," "Independence Day", and Michael's lovely sense of humour.

I'm back, and- its more about my writer stuff!!

(Not TROFIAM tho srry-)

Here!

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Reaches of the Sea

Down below, where the shamrock colors recede, where life melts into the silent ambience, a resounding reverberation of the echoes of blue, bubbling gently. Unlike the waves & salt-laced horizons— here, deep underneath the unbroken waters contrast the surface like serenity amidst the vehemence of a fauvist-painted piece, silence spread vastly. Here, I find myself stalwart, sinking in the deluge of somber, nothing to belittle of my weathered pride— pigrita chaining down the helpless swishes and flails of my limbs. Once vibrant hues, now a muted descent into the murky, azure blue- not my voice heard through the bubbles escaping my mouth and nostrils— it felt like the ocean firmly cradling my cold form, both inside and out, and slowly, the light of the surface dissipates from vision, the murmurs of non-existence— time begun to stall on me, or even halt with their dawdling hands, pressure releasing from my mind. Ironic that the compression is… relaxing, in a way.

Then, the coarse sand slipped in between my feet– a small puff of cloud confronted my gaze, finally reaching the bottom of this cerulean abyss. Alas, I was… alone. Not only in terms of people, but any significant marine life too. This solitary embrace was more than enough as… conformity. Not completely “comfort”, but a likeness of gentle prickle of a blade ghosting near skin- despite this being arbitrary, I find this nil-touched horizon as a quiet escape- lamentation, a sorrow bitterly underneath the sheets of my own bed, just like how my palms sift into the unevenly coarse ground I sit on, unceremoniously. A view of encapsulated darkness, for miles to be seen clear like daylights out of my own field. No dread overcame my shivering, lonesome body- not even the relentless squeeze of my lungs, only the undisturbed silence of these twilight waters, and my solemn form existing without care.

And yet, after the brief flicker of my eyes– warmth felt near me- a luminous glow, light not made by the hands of others, but a tethered ferry to the seafloor, guiding but never reminding of what is above, perhaps. Staying a while here does not bring guilt, being just yonder from the line of water and air, a possible mimicry of space, maybe. Which to that, I enjoy- nothing here buries me, but only lets me be, like sunken wreckage, never a stray flotsam. Just.. hugging me, in the suffocating embrace of sorrow- breadth of air no longer something to fear or worry. Guises of judgement and contempt gazes, shine none in these reaches of the sea; so down, down I’ll go- into the engulfing abyss of the oceans I shall go again, down and down into the sea I forevermore shall go.

-AWD☆