so my roomate (and best friend) and I we are film editors - she’s a bit younger and unexperienced than me - and she has this dear childhood friend slash sweet handsome twink slash drag queen who is gonna be a massive film director some day, he’s even a finalist in a scholarship to study at NY Film School next year
for the last few months he’s been producing this expensive shortfilm that he directs, writes and acts as main character in full drag (very political real fun) and she’s been trying to help with it, and last night she thought would be nice if I saw it and gave feedback
we saw what it’s meant to be a locked cut already and then we did this natural thing where we commented on the things we would edit differently and the problems of plot and emotion we could find and proceeded to send him an audio message with our feedback, this is perfectly okay, but then we did this horrible horrible thing where you download the file and try to put together the few changes you can do and you suddenly wake up after a midnight editing frenzy at 3 AM with a whole new cut that feels and looks amazing to you but you kindda wish no ones sees it ever because it’s a high form of treason
and it’s the morning after and I haven’t had enough sleep but it felt so good also I’m feeling so guilty that I’m almost sure JK-GoneBananas-Rowling surely has some rule in her books against cases like this, some sort of wizards don’t do wizardy things on other people’s spells in the middle of the fucking night or some giant ogre shows up at your doorstep and punches you real hard for very legit reasons
(Ty I just needed to spill it out, i’ll let you know when my friend sees the cut maybe)