I did not know I needed to see a flattened polar bear butt today, but well I've been wrong before and I was wrong this time too

She literally does not give a damn what that old fool is yelling about

the lion does not concern herself with papa

I can't be the first to make this connection

y'all slept on the first chart but I will make the world see my vision

...Can I add this

You aren't the Chosen One. The prophecy doesn't even get going for another few generations. But you aren't just going to let some upstart conqueror trample your tulip garden just because the Fates say you can't beat him.

Garden Lost

It was your grandmother who had made this garden.

Tulips do not grow on this country. They do not like the mountains. When your grandparents have traveled the world, however, Grandma came back with bulbs and without her husband. Why and what happened had been a mystery for the ages. A silent woman, that’s who she was. Your father said she always worked on the garden, leaned on her pitchfork, tearing weeds out. Every day, she raised at dawn and went there. You remember her from the days you could barely walk, her and her fingers always in the earth, digging, digging, digging.

When she died, your father took care of the garden. While he died last week in the war, it was your turn. And then- then-

Then, there's a man thinking he's the main character in the world; there always is. Under his right foot, a wilted flower loses its petals one by one under the pressure, like it was crying. To meet you, he and his men have taken a shortcut. The garden is ruined, and here they stand in the flower bed, proud as if they had taken a kingdom.

“I don’t like this look in your eyes” says the great man, all protected and safe in his shining armor. He’s glittering under the cold sun of winter.

You raise your head toward him. Some say he’s a lord. Others say he doesn’t have a drop of blue blood in his veins. It makes you want to open his veins to find out.

“We and my men are stopping in your...hut...for the night. You can take the stable or have a blade in your guts. Your choice, really.”

You welcome them. They’re five, big and loud and strong, so terrifyingly strong. Their hands are never far away from their swords, and they’re quick. You saw them in action. Your father’s head had rolled in one strike last week.

So you make them dinner. You watch them settle down. They put their feet on the table made half a century ago by your mother’s grandfather. They wipe their mouth with napkins that have taken hours and hours to embroider. They laugh about their body counts, boasting about who made the best performance.

Each second you remember. They’re not for you to kill. They’re not for you to kill. The prophecy says so: the one who’ll defeat the conqueror will be a princess, merciless in her anger, slaying men and armies alike. Not only that, she needs to have escaped her former life for more than fifty years. You are most assuredly not a princess in any shape or form, you’ve never been in a fight in your life, and you’ve never known anything else than this house.

The prophecy is never wrong. You do not want to wait for half a century. You can fight fate, but you can help it a bit, at least. Giving it a friendly little nudge in the right direction.

Your aunt never worked in the garden, but she made bottles when your grandma needed to store her potions and remedies. You scan through the shelves. You can’t read very well, but you’re looking for the ones who have a skull drawn on them. You pour one, then two, then three.

The conqueror and his shining knights don’t like your soup very much. They only took a sip before they spit it in your face. You say nothing. Even one drop should be more than enough.

At dawn, they’re twisting in agony, and you find out you like that sight. Using one of their large, shining swords, you strike them, one by one. It’s a mercy kill, really.

Apologizing to your grandma, you finish destroying the beautiful garden. You dig out, dig out, dig out. You stare.

They say blood is a good fertilizer. Bones, too.

There are already corpses down there. A golden tooth makes you recognize the man who wanted to buy your house many years ago, when you were still a baby. One skeleton has a king’s crown.

You were never the chosen one. Your grandma, however, might be another story.

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You aren't the Chosen One. The prophecy doesn't even get going for another few generations. But you aren't just going to let some upstart conqueror trample your tulip garden just because the Fates say you can't beat him.

She wasn’t the Chosen One — not even close. The prophecy won’t even be relevant until even her great-great-granddaughter would be having granddaughters of her own. Still, Kastria didn’t actually care about that. She’s never put much stock in words passed down by the Fates. They are too often vague, too often left up for interpretation. Things were awful now, too. Things needed changing now, too. 

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

favourite additions

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

Theodor would approve.

I love animation history and one of the things that always baffled me was how did animators draw the cars in 101 Dalmatians before the advent of computer graphics?

Any rigid solid object is extremely challenging for 2D artists to animate because if one stray line isn’t kept perfectly in check, the object will seem to wobble and shift unnaturally.

Even as early as the mid 80’s Disney was using a technique where they would animate a 3D object and then apply a 2D filter to it. This practice could be applied to any solid object a character interacts with: from lanterns a character is holding, to a book (like in Atlantis), or in the most extreme cases Cybernetic parts (like in Treasure Planet).

But 101 Dalmatians was made WAY before the advent of this technology. So how did they do the Cruella car chase sequence at the end of the film?

The answer is so simple I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner:

They just BUILT the models and painted them white with black outlines 🤣

That was the trick. They’re not actually 2D animated, they’re stop motion. They were physical models painted white and filmed on a white background. The black outlines become the lineart lines and they just xeroxed the frame onto an animation cel and painted it like any other 2D animated frame.

That’s how they did it! Isn’t that amazing? It’s such a simple low tech solution but it looks so cool in the final product.

*breathes deep breath* *slams reblog button*

@copperbadge

I have seen the arrow of my ways. No point to any of it.

I don't know, I think it's pretty pointed and edgy.

ITS DOECHII BITCH MISS D-O-E DON DADA BITCH YOU NOTICE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like, not my usual thing lyrically, but my vibe musically; there’s so much Black Excellence here….

The idea of “but everyone knows that” needs to stop.

I saw a post about someone chiding Millennials for not knowing about JKRowlings transphobia, and asking how it is at all possible that people can exist in the world and the internet and, you know, not know.

Which I mean, I get. It is so present in so many of my online spaces that it seems astounding that someone could simply be ignorant! It feels impossible!

But let me tell you a story:

I went on a girls trip with a bunch of friends. All of us are rather incredibly liberal and all of us are incredibly online.

One girl would not stop talking about Harry Potter.

At one point, another girl asked her why she was ok with supporting it, and she had no real clue that JK Rowling was at all transphobic. She had heard that she likes to support Lesbian causes and thought “oh ok cool!” And that was it. She was AGOG with the news and rather horrified.

I must once again emphasize that she was an incredibly online person. She’s a foodie and a restaurant blogger.

Later in the trip we were picking restaurants and I suggested one I found on Google, and she gasped at me. Actually gasped, asking how I could ever be okay picking that one.

The shock must’ve been on my face, because she then told me all of the shitty things that restaurateur does. He abuses staff. Underpays them. Fires them on a whim. Is known for being one of the worst people to his employees in the entire restaurant business on this coast.

And she was so shocked I had never heard of this. Because in her mind, I was just as online as her. And in her online world, EVERYONE knew about this guy.

So I think the moral of this story is: always approach the other person with some empathy. Even online people, even people you think MUST know about how bad people are, may not have heard. It may truly be just them being on a different sphere of the internet than you.

So be gentle, be kind when letting people know they might not have heard about the cancellation of XYZ person. Don’t assume that everyone knows all the same info as you.

By all means, let them know so they can make informed decisions, but being kind will go a lot further than attacking them for some info they might not know yet.

Meowth (2024) - Genetic Apex (Charizard Pack) Illustrator: Mina Nakai

Hate it when TikTok farm cosplayers and cottagecore types say stuff like "I'm not going to use modern equipment because my grandmothers could make do without it." Ma'am, your great grandma had eleven children. She would have killed for a slow cooker and a stick blender.

I’ve noticed a sort of implicit belief that people used to do things the hard way in the past because they were tougher or something. In reality, labor-saving devices have historically been adopted by the populace as soon as they were economically feasible. No one stood in front of a smoky fire or a boiling pot of lye soap for hours because they were virtuous, they did it because it was the only way to survive.

Taking these screenshots from Facebook because they make you log in and won't let you copy and paste:

omg thank you

Tokuhiro Kawai

the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice

insane like/reblog parity on this post btw

Yay

doing my part

I want to be very clear on this. You can be out drinking with your friends on Friday night and dead on Sunday because of meningitis. Does that sound a little specific? Guess why I have such a specific scenario in mind.

And getting vaccinated is an easy way to prevent that. There is no medical reason to stop recommending that vaccine. There's no new study that shows that it's unsafe, there's no replacement that's better. This is literally the government making its citizenry less safe for no reason.