After watching this amazing film, I felt very inspired by Ashitaka’s quest to “see with eyes unclouded”. The wording was so beautiful that I just had to do something witchy with it. So here it is, a magickal tea recipe that will help you see the world with fresh eyes.
What you will need:
- One lemon
- A few sage leaves
- A stick of celery
- A few dandelion flowers
Collect ingredients and place in a mortar and pestle. Squeeze a lemon over the ingredients.
Perform any magickal invocations necessary. I lit a few candles, put on the Princess Mononoke soundtrack and spoke a few lines of enchantment. You can be as lavish or simple as you want; it’s the intention that counts.
Crush ingredients until they form a semi-paste. You shouldn’t be able to discern which ingredient is which.
Strain the remaining liquid from the mortar and pestle into a teacup. There shouldn’t be much - probably around half a tablespoon of liquid.
Boil the kettle and pour hot water into your cup. Wait until it cools slightly, then drink up!
If, like me, you aren’t fond of the taste, feel free to take a few sips then pour the remaining liquid out into the garden.
Chris watched you from the back corner of the bookstore as you talked to the last fan of the day, or so you thought. His last two hours had been spent waiting in the back for you to get through all your other fans, so he could speak with you alone. The last time he attended one of your signings, he made the mistake of joining the line like an every day man- which he was not; he was Captain America and he had to leave the store before he deterred the attention from you. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again, so there he was pretending to browse the non-fiction shelves.
“You’re my lucky last, Ally.” You signed the inside cover of the thirteen year old’s copy of your latest novel, ‘To My Future Husband’. “Thank you so much for coming out,” you smiled at her and she smiled back. “I hope this book helps you find the love you deserve,” you told her as you closed the book and slid it across the table.
“It will,” she nodded without hesitation and your smile widen. “Thank you so much, Y/N.” She told you and you rose to your feet, ready to hug her when you saw her eyes glisten with tears. “Your books are always so inspiring and heartfelt. I hope that when I’m older I can do what you do, inspire and touch the lives of others with my words.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” You walked around the table and wrapped the young girl into a warm hug. “I hope to see you at my next event. If you’re willing, you can bring me some of your work. I’ll be more than happy to read it,” you told her and her face lit up. “If it’s good, I can get you a meeting with my publisher so you too can do what I do.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” Ally grinned.
“Yes, thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” Her mother smiled at you and you nodded, passing her your card. “You are such a sweet young lady. I’m sure your mother must be very proud of you.” She looked over your shoulder at your mom, who attended all your events with you.
“She’s my biggest fan,” you nodded and glanced back at your mom with a smile. Your mom smiled but tapped at her watch, letting them know that their time with you was up. “Sorry, we’ve got a meeting,” you winced at your mom’s straightforwardness. “Thank you for coming out though, I really appreciate all the love and support.”
“Of course,” Ally’s mom smiled. “Let’s go, Ally.”
The meeting you were talking about wasn’t really a meeting, it was your first meal of the day. Your hand patted your stomach which was now growling at the thought of Olivette’s homemade blueberry bagels. You watched the mother and daughter leave the store and you let out a weary sigh of satisfaction. “And that’s a wrap,” you mumbled to yourself. “Thanks for that, Mom.” You walked back over to your mother who was gathering your things. “If they didn’t go, I was going to faint from starvation.”
“Oh, I wasn’t doing it for you.” Your mother chuckled and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “That handsome gentleman in the back has been waiting two hours for your attention.” Chris winced but turned away from the shelves to look over at the two of you. “I figured Mr. Evans could take you to lunch while I head back to the hotel to get some rest.”
“What are y-” You turned to where your mother was looking and your breath hitched in your throat when you caught sight of the handsome, blue eyed, dark haired, straight from Heaven, Bostonian angel. “It’s Chris Evans,” you breathed.
“Uh-” Chris cleared his throat, his cheeks as flushed as your own. “Yeah, um- Sorry, I’ve just been trying to avoid a scene with your fans.” He started to walk towards you. “I didn’t want to deterred the attention from you because you deserve all the attention in the world and-” He cut himself off, blushing deeply when he heard your mother laugh softly. “I’m a huge fan and I would love to take you to lunch if you- um- if you don’t mind me doing so.”
“Yes please,” you blurted out.
“This is like the start of one of your fan fictions.” Your mother chuckled and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from scolding her. “Well, I’m going to take your things back to the hotel. Captain,” she addressed him and he tore his gaze off you to look at her. “I trust that you’ll take very good care of my daughter?”
“The very best, ma'am,” he nodded.
“I look forward to seeing you around, son,” your mother smiled at him.
“Mom,” you hissed at her through your tightly clenched teeth, “please stop.”
“Alright alright,” she laughed. “I’ll leave you two love birds be.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you ended up having lunch on the rooftop of Olivette’s; the café owned by your best friend which meant she had the authority to keep everyone off the roof so you could have some privacy with Chris Evans. You mentally reminded yourself to buy her a box of her favorite Godiva chocolates to thank her, though you were sure that bringing him to her café was thanks enough; she too was a huge fan of Captain America and all things Chris Evans.
“I really hope you turn one of your books into a movie.”
“I’ll only do that if you promise you’ll direct it,” you told him and surprise swept over his face. “You did an amazing job in 'Before We Go’, I’d love to see what you could do with one of my works.” You saw his smile spread to his eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re a fan of my work,” you admitted with a light chuckle.
“Why not?” He chuckled. “You’re an amazing writer, a lot of people are fans of your work.”
“Yeah but-” You tried not to smile as you teased him. “It’s mostly thirteen year old girls.” He laughed, doing his signature left boob grab. “It’s not very often I get approached by guys.” He raised an eyebrow. “About my books,” you added with a giggle.
“I was going to say,” he smirked flirtatiously “Pretty girl like you should be getting approached everyday.” You blushed and bit back your smile. “I don’t know what to say,” he shrugged with one of his adorable half smiles, “your love stories are amazing and I’m a hopeless romantic.”
“Chris Evans, a hopeless romantic. Why am I not surprised?” You smiled and he chuckled softly. “I always had a feeling you’d be, considering you love everything Disney. I think only the best guys can appreciate the kind of love Disney portrays.”
“Okay, stop.” He chuckled and you titled your head in confusion. “You’re becoming more and more perfect with each passing second.” You laughed. “If you continue, I’m going to blurt out an I-love-you and make things real awkward real quick.”
“I think my mom already made things awkward with her comments,” you chuckled.
“Your mom’s lovely.” He said with a smile and you nodded, taking a sip from your water. “What was she talking about when she said isn’t this like the start of one of your fan fictions?” He quizzed and you choked on your water. “Let me guess, you wrote about me.” His lips quirked into an amused smirk and you thought you were going to die from embarrassment. “Wow, I am incredibly honored. Where can I read this amazing collection of fan fictions?”
“Yeah, I’m not telling you that.”
“Can I be honest about something?”
“If it changes the subject,” you winced.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” he chuckled and you sighed. “I’ve read all your little fan fictions on your Tumblr, cute URL by the way.” He admitted and your eyes widened in shock. “They’re the reason I’m such a huge fan of you and your work.”
“Really?” You were still unsure of how to react; did you want to laugh or cry?
“Really,” he nodded with a smile. “I enjoy the way you portray me, the way you portray love. I don’t know if I can live up to your image of Chris Evans but- I’d like to try, if you’re willing to give me a chance.”
Did he just?
“I’m sorry, but-”
“Yes, I just asked you out.” He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “If this is like your mom said, one of your little fan fictions, you should be saying yes by now and easing me from this nervous tension.” You giggled and he smiled. “So…” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
I’ve done nothing but be sick most of the day so I decided to look at “my stash of doodles that I’m going to keep for archaeologists to find”. And found this little animation. I can’t remember why this never got past draft. Not sure if it ever will. I even had to draw in Law’s tattoos the last minute before I uploaded this.
I found a programmer who wants to help me build Kairo The Gryphon in Unity. His name is Kada, and together we’re going to get this project rolling!
To get started, I figured I had to abandon vertex animation (for now), because I couldn’t find a solution to the strange single-animation limit (vertex animations can’t be stored as keyframes in the Action Editor!). Today, I set up a bone-rig, and some shape keys for facial expressions. Here are some early animation tests.
These will probably be refined (or even swapped) later down the line, but Kada was eager to start putting things together, so I hastily made them as temporary placeholders.
UPDATE: Forgot to reset bone roll values before I began animating, so I’ll have to remake everything. Ah, the joys of 3D.
I just had a stray thought about this line today and it just made me laugh because I just realized that swimming for Garnet isn’t actually swimming? She just walks along the bottom of things: pools, the ocean, volcanoes, etc. and calls it swimming. So I ended up drawing this and going overboard bc I wanted to play with colors uvu;;
But it’s still a good way to kick off the first day of Spring Break at least!
Alice reaction gifs from 1966 Alice Through the Looking Glass, 1970 Les aventures d'Alice au pays des merveilles (this is the actual translation of this line; thanks to @ravenwitch), 1974 Nel Mondo di Alice, and 1976 Alicia en el país de las maravillas. I had a hard time thinking of gif idea for these Alices so if you have any, please feel free to request. More Alice reaction gifs here.
P.S. click here if you need a explanation for the Mabel one.
When Dylan had enough, he had had enough. Here’s two prime example recaps of Mr. V in-charge curbing Eric’s rude and obnoxious nasty behavior with a sense of grace and style. Because sometimes the one wielding power is not what one would expect; their approach can be a quiet, subtle yet effective force. Dylan walked softly and carried a big stick. He used it rarely and when he did, Eric got the message and backed the fuck off.
Amanda Semms: “..was in tears and kept apologizing over and over and over I told him (Dylan) I had insurance and I could file a report, it was my fault and that is when I was told it wasn’t a big deal the car had been hit so many times on the other side I evened it out. I started to calm down. Then the passenger door opened and Eric started yelling at me, something along the lines of I was a stupid bitch, why wasn’t I paying attention to where I was going (I honestly do not remember all of it) I thought for sure he was gonna send his girlfriend to kick my ass or something. (I am a 5'7 109 pound girl most people think they can take me on, I couldn’t believe he was so mad and it wasn’t even his car) Dylan told him to get back in the car and they took off. I didn’t see them again till the news. [Original Post]
11K version: In January 1999, Jennifer Paavilainen and her friend, Amanda Semm, were involved in a minor car accident with Klebold and Harris. Semm clipped Klebold’s BMW on the left rear fender while in the school parking lot. Klebold got out and said not to worry because the car had been hit before. There was no damage of her friend’s car. Harris then got out of the passenger side of Klebold’s car and was angry. Klebold ordered Harris to get back in the car, which he did. Klebold then got back in the car and drove off. Dylan told her she shouldn’t worry about it because the car had been hit before. Eric go out of the passanger side of dylan’s car and got angry. Then Dylan ordered him to get back in the car, which he did.” [Original Post] ——- Jennifer Harmon: When the teacher told Klebold to put them away, he would slyly slip her one anyway. “Dylan wasn’t a bad guy,” says Harmon. “I never thought he would do something like (the rampage). But they said Eric’s name on TV and I automatically knew Dylan was going to be there. Eric had a persuasion. I think Eric would always tell Dylan that people never liked him, and he was his only true friend.” Jennifer remembers them this way: Dylan smiled. Eric didn’t. Dylan was nice. Eric had a mean streak. One day, Jennifer says, she was singing a song from the German metal group Rammstein - one of the boys’ favorite bands.Eric made fun of her. Dylan told him to stop.” [Original Post]