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Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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Underappreciated Things About A Series of Unfortunate Events

I’m rereading the series right now and I have a lot of thoughts

  • the time Lemony Snicket wanted you to never, ever do something so he typed never on one page and ever over and over on the entire next page
  • he once disguised himself as a dustpan
  • the Cafe Salmonella
  • Captain Sham because his disguise is a sham geddit
  • 667 Dark Avenue
  • not really underappreciated but “If you are allergic to a thing it’s generally not a good idea to put that thing in  your mouth, particularly if that thing is cats.”
  • describes a dark place with two solid pages of black ink
  • ““I’m your waiter, Larry,” said the Baudelaires’ waiter, Larry.”
  • Sunny once said “Busheney” to mean “You’re an evil man with no concern whatsoever for other people.” (this book came out in 2003. think about it.)
  • Lemony apparently knows Robert Frost
  • “There is a writer who, like me, is often assumed dead. His name is William Shakespeare.”
  • this isn’t within the ASOUE text but once in an interview Handler was talking about times when people have been mad about the series and this one woman took umbrage about him once saying that there are times when it’s better to lie and she was like “can you name one” and he was like “nice sweater”
  • Mr. Poe was the Vice President in Charge of Coins
  • then he was the Vice President in Charge of Orphan Affairs
  • puts so much thought into the naming relationship between the siblings and Olaf but then “his name is Dewey cuz he works in a library I’m clocking out”
  • legit though why the fuck does a count/actor have a massive fuckin tower in his suburban backyard
  • I’m pretty sure he mentions picnicking at least once in every book and just like. why. that’s a weird coincidence. someone take the poor man on a picnic.
  • also of the like three time he mentions animals living somewhere he uses the word condominium twice and just. it’s not that notable I guess but why that specific word.
  • also remember when he stopped mid sentence and was like “I’m gonna relay a fairy tale because the message I need to say is too complex to just write down” so he tells this story about some brat prince wanting diamonds for his birthday and the end is just. lions are dangerous sometimes. like. that’s it.
  •  he just fucking namedrops Mikhail Bulgakov and Haruki Murakami and just. to what end.
  • in the town infested with crows that perch on the Nevermore Tree Olaf is disguised as Detective Dupin
  • honestly the amount of literary references here are wild
  • he once wanted to illustrate deja vu so he put in the same page twice
  • the way he defines stuff
  • this is still one of the most subtly sarcastic books I’ve ever read
  • he once used littering as a way to identify evil people
  • honestly the messages in this book are the best
    • having a rough past doesn’t excuse being a shithead
    • morality is complicated but you’ve got to try your best
    • you can stop being an ass and change if you want to and good people will be kind about it
    • like the most infuriating people are the ones who are too scared to stand up to evil stuff (Mr. Poe, Jerome, Hector, Aunt Josephine, etc.)
    • “well-read people are less likely to be evil”
  • there’s this bit in The Vile Village where the siblings are thinking about running away with Hector in his self-sustaining hot air balloon and they’re just like yeah everything sucks but we can’t just run away. there’s stuff we want to do on the ground. and I don’t know but that just shook as a kid like that has legit kept me from killing myself three or four times now.
  • the cathedral of the alleged virgin
  • there’s tons more but that’s all I can remember right now

Once upon a time there was a beast and a curse and an enchantress, which I’m sure surprises nobody. Better put it this way: once upon a time a girl was locked in a castle, and she begged so hard not to be the sleeping princess that she became the beast. That’s more like it, anyway — fairytale logic. You get what you wish for, but it isn’t what you want.

“Don’t let it be a prince,” she begged, “don’t let it be a kiss I can’t see coming and can’t refuse.”

Enchantresses, wicked fairies, call them what you will — they’re all the same story in the end. No one will remember if this enchantress began the story by giving the princess a naming day gift of a hundred year sleep once the tale switches to another track. The point is that she didn’t mind granting this one favor. Maybe it was an issue of statistics. Maybe she thought finding a girl who would fall in love with a princess-beast would be harder than finding a prince to kiss her, make her curse harder to lift (considering the probabilities of who might wander onto the cursed castle grounds). As if girls who love girls don’t know they have to fight harder to begin with, as if they won’t cross miles for each other.

So maybe there was a spindle once, but now there is a rose, and a girl who wanders through a thorn maze unable to find her way. This is the wrong story, she thinks to herself, clutching her leather satchel tighter, but she doesn’t know what the right story is.

“Let me through?” She suggests to the roses that grow squeezed between their own thorns along the twisting hedges. “I’m looking for the love of my life. I’m in a hurry.”

She’s met only with the rustling of leaves and haughty scoffs. “No prince ever found his true love by being in a hurry.”

“I’m not a prince. I’m a shoemaker, and I’m lost. Can you let me through to the castle?” It rises dark and spindly overhead, but though it seems so close she can see no way out of the maze.

Laughter, echoing through the hedge corridors, and then something dark prowls around the corner and half-crouches there, hidden as much as possible under a hooded cloak. Shining talons dig into the earth under their feet.

The beast says, “A shoemaker? You really are in the wrong story.” Her voice is gravely and doesn’t match the laughter. That must have been the roses as well.

“I have glass shoes,” the girl says, staring at those claws. “Or I can make something sturdier, if you give me time.”

“I don’t have enough time of my own to be giving it away,” the beast says, bored, and gestures around them. Even now the hedges seem to be encroaching further into the maze’s corridors, the roses growing and multiplying. One day soon, the girl realizes, the maze will entirely fill in, and the castle will be blocked off.

She’s clever, and she’s brave, and those are the two most important things for a fairytale heroine to be — besides pretty, but that’s easy enough to fake with the right kind of smile. “Then don’t give it to me,” she says, “we can share.”

So the beast reaches out one arm, fingers tapering into knives that she curls so gently they don’t more than scratch the girl’s skin — and the shoemaker takes it with an earnest gravity, looking right under her cloak’s shadow and into her eyes.

The beast’s eyes are unnaturally big and inhumanly shaped, but they’re not cruel, and in fairytales the evil beasts always have cruel eyes. The girl bobs a polite curtsey, using the beast’s arm for balance, and sees those eyes narrow slightly with amusement.

They walk through the twists and turns of the maze to the castle, the beast bent slightly so as not to tower over her guest. “About those shoes,” she says, when they reach the front doors, golden light spilling from the entrance hall and shining through the delicately carved details in the ancient wood.

“In the morning,” the girl says, and because she clearly has not even entertained the thought that she might be argued with, the beast cannot summon an objection. She watches the girl follow an unfurling carpet along the floor to a dusty guest room with no hesitation, as if every dwelling should be as accommodating.

And in the way of fairytales, that’s enough to make the beast fall in love — a disregard for every unspoken rule, a smile that glimmers in the darkness. Should I tell you that the moment the girl arrives at breakfast the next morning the beast can barely look away from her for a moment, that she stays by the girl’s side as she produces leather and tools from nowhere and searches floor by floor for the perfect room to work in — or should I let you imagine for yourself?

Gradually the hood is pulled back, eventually the cloak discarded altogether; they sit in patches of sunlight together to eat lunch, staring down at the maze below. Roses and leaves devouring each other and everything in slow motion.

“If you stay too long you’ll be trapped here,” the beast warns, anxious when the girls shows no concern in her usual solemn air as she watches the maze devolve.

“I haven’t finished your shoes,” is all she says. Each new morning she promises that in return for this latest night of hospitality she is making the shoes more beautiful, and each evening that she has not finished she stays another night.

Sometimes when the girl has gone to bed the beast sneaks back into the workroom, in agony over whether to rip out the stitches or finish the work for her.

Leave before you are trapped here forever.

Stay here forever because I love you.

Each night she does not touch the shoes and returns to sleep herself, and in the morning the girl thanks her for letting her stay, as if the beast could ever turn her out, and promises to repay the night with even more beautiful shoes.

And each morning the beast says, “That’s fair,” and wishes she could find different words, the words she means to say.

The maze grows. The roses are larger than hands with fully spread fingers. The corridors are barely large enough for a small girl to squeeze through. In the dawn light it is lit gently and slightly pink, but the sight of it is painful. The wide window of the workroom shows the progress the maze had made alarmingly clearly, and it’s only then that the beast wonders if that was the appeal of this room over all the others.

The girl appears silently in the doorway as she has for the past week. “Thank you for letting me stay last night. I’ll repay you—”

“No,” the beast says, her voice alarmed and rough. “No. You are leaving now.”

“Now?”

“Before you can’t leave. You must go now.” Her throat is closing up and her voice growing thicker with each word. They’re not the words she wants to say.

The girl cocks her head, a curiously nonjudgmental silence. Finally she crosses the room to her worktable and picks up the shoes, turning them around and around again. They’re boots, really, and almost comically big in her hands. The beast cannot tell if they are as beautiful as she was promised, because the girl is smiling now and that eclipses all else.

“Are they finished?” She asks.

“Yes,” the beast says, unable to choke out anything more.

The girl leaves the boots on the table and swings her satchel, out of nowhere, across her shoulders. “Thank you for sharing your time,” she says. For a moment she holds the beast’s hand in both of hers, and then she’s gone. From the window the beast can watch her leave; for all her trouble getting there, she finds her way out with ease.

She leaves the workroom and doesn’t return all day.

Do beasts grieve? She hadn’t thought they could. She hadn’t grieved when the curse was settled on her; she hadn’t grieved at the idea that it might never lift once the maze finally knit itself together during the coming night. But the loneliness she feels now was different. The absence of the shoemaker is something worse. She’d had no choice in her fate, but she had told the girl to leave. This misery she’d brought on herself.

At night she wanders back into the workroom out of habit, sleepless and hopeless and refusing to glance out the window. Has it happened yet? Is she truly trapped now, or will it happen in five minutes, an hour, at dawn? She stares at the boots for an indeterminable amount of time before she thinks of putting them on.

She does so only because she thinks the girl wanted her to wear them; left to her own devices she might have destroyed them with as little thought as she now gives to slipping them on. They are big enough, and the fasteners are easy to close even with her unwieldy claws. Designs etched into the leather yet invisible in the darkness spiral and branch out beneath the thumb-pad she runs over them. Vines, she thinks. Roses.

A tear slips out, or three, as she stands in her beautiful new boots and smells leather and rotting roses. I want her back, she thinks, even as a wave of thankfulness rises up from the deepness in her, thankfulness that the shoemaker will never feel this trapped. I want to go to her, she revises. Since she doesn’t know how, she goes to leave the workroom instead.

One step and darkness is rushing past her. The rough scrap of stone walls, the rustle of leaves and the tearing of thorns, night air soft all around her. She has stepped not into the hallway but out of the castle, beyond the maze, into the star-dappled night.

“What did you do?” She asks, alarmed, almost before she sees the shoemaker sitting cross-legged on the grassy hill, as still as if she has been waiting all day and night. “What happened?”

“I found what I came for,” the girl says calmly. “And I made her shoes.”

i have seen this post floating around a bit, and I had some thoughts

in regards to the first, it’s canon that Brenner read her stories (mentioned in one of the flashbacks in the first season) when he wasn’t torturing her in the name of science. Perhaps they were fairy tales and they mentioned pretty female protags, but it’s vague. She also knows that she doesn’t look like most women, since women were shown at the lab with long hair. She knows that she’s different, and I personally think that El’s journey to be “pretty” is more a search to be normal.

This one’s a bit more up to interpretation, but her arc of being “pretty” continues throughout the first season and she eventually gives up on it. After the conversation with Mike in season 1 ep 7, she doesn’t really mention being “pretty” again. 

in regards to the second addition, in her year of staying with Hopper (aka not isolation, at least not completely) she’s been watching soap operas. 1980s soap operas. Those are famously not a bastion of women-supporting-women. In fact, they typically featured toxic cheating relationships where women were pitted against each other. 

El saw Mike interacting with Max in a way they (Mike and El) used to, and she feels possessive of him from all they went through together. Since she also grew up in isolation, she doesn’t know how to handle the fact he could like someone else, and reacts in anger. 

She didn’t really have any positive female interaction other than Joyce up to that point, and that was obviously maternal. She has no other level to base this on.

also, it wasn’t her “core rage” at all. If you actually watched the train-moving scene in Episode 7, her real rage comes from the treatment of her mother and the treatment of her during her time at hawkins lab. 

Zoo Gothic

You hear peacocks screaming at all hours. The zoo has no peacocks.

There are three identical animals standing next to each other. None of them are taller or shorter than the other. The guests will still know which one is the mommy, the daddy, and the baby.

The food in the break area seems to be donuts, leftover bags of chips, and half-eaten birthday cake all at once. There has never not been food on the table.

The bruises on your legs appear even if you are standing completely still. The cuts on your hands appear underneath the heaviest gloves. You can never find the band-aids.

No one remembers what an un-kinked, neatly rolled hose looks like. It is believed to be just a fairy tale. 

Every time you begin to wash them, a new dish appears. There is always one more dish.

The zoo review says that your animals are asleep, dead, pacing, and invisible all at once. 

An animal is standing in its pool. The guests ask you why it has no water. 

You no longer remember what you’re supposed to call the area where your animal lives. The wind whispers a new name each day.

You ask a guest not to smoke. As you turn around, 10 more have lit cigarettes in his place.

Even in your deadest sleep, you hear the echo of banging on glass. The nightmares may never cease.

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TRANSLATING FAIRY TALES CHALLENGE
YOUSEF: What’s up, man? Ok, ok, ok, stop, stop, stop.

[HEY BRISKEBY]

ELIAS: What’s up, people?

YOUSEF: Are you doing well?

ELIAS: Welcome back!

YOUSEF: Hi, hi.

ELIAS: Hope you’ve had a nice day so far and don’t forget that even though you’re in your PJs, without makeup, without anything, you still look good.

YOUSEF: But what are we doing today?

ELIAS: Today, we’re just going to joke around a bit. I found an old book, so I thought we’d read it in different languages. Adam! Pass me the book. The red one, down there.

MUTASIM: That book.

MIKAEL: Get the book, man.

ELIAS: The red one that sticks out.. Yeah, that’s the one.

YOUSEF: Hush.. The book is by Asbjørnsen & Moe*.

ADAM: The big children’s fairy tale book.

YOUSEF: We’re looking forward to it.

ELIAS: This is the book. I don’t know if you can see it, but here it is.

MUTASIM: Hold it straight, boys. Like that.

ELIAS: So we’ll start.. Just say stop. I’ll start and you just say stop.

MIKAEL & MUTASIM: Stop!

YOUSEF: Are we going to translate too?

THE BOYS: Yes! That’s the point.

ELIAS: Once upon a time there was a house mouse and a mountain mouse who met in the forest.

MUTASIM: Give it here.

ELIAS: Once upon a time there was a house mouse and a mountain mouse who met in the forest.

ELIAS: In British. Mikael, just take over. Once upon a time there was a house mouse and a mountain mouse who met in the forest.

MIKAEL: What the hell is a house mouse?

MUTASIM: Are you stupid?

MIKAEL: Am I going to do it like.. really posh?

ELIAS: Ok, do it in Turkish. “Blessed be the work”, said the house mouse. “Will I meet family here, so far out in the country?” she said.

YOUSEF: *Translates to Turkish*

ADAM: What are you doing, man? Come on.

MUTASIM: It’s good, though.

ELIAS: Take another story and I’ll translate it into Arabic.

YOUSEF: Mutta got a 6 in Norwegian.

ELIAS: Come on.

ADAM: Mutta.

MUTASIM: Once upon a time, there was a queen who was out driving.

ELIAS: Ok. *Translates into arabic*

MUTASIM: It was during winter.

ADAM: Let me do one in French. Let me just check if I can do it.

ELIAS: French?

MIKAEL: When she was on her way, she started bleeding from her nose and had to get out of the sled.

ADAM: *Names French footballers*

ADAM & ELIAS: *Speak French to each other*

ADAM: You don’t know French!!

ELIAS: Let’s wrap it up?

YOUSEF: Yeah.

ELIAS: Let’s be serious. Do you have anything to add?

YOUSEF: Me? I have nothing to add.

ELIAS: Thanks for watching, don’t forget to like and subscribe. Talk to you later!

[HEY BRISKEBY]

YOUSEF: Did you turn on the camera?

[Norwegian men who gathered fairy tales from all over Norway and wrote them down.]

Langblr Vocabulary List Ideas

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♡ The Signs As Lovers Of Greek Myth: Poetry ♡

ARIESAphrodite, The Goddess Of Love & Ares, The God Of War: 

“I am made of war and she is made of love but what makes war, if not love?”

TAURUS: Orpheus, The Musician & Eurydice, The Oak Nymph:

“She was everything. A world with hope, a taste of the divine. My home was empty, she was gone, forever. But I would find her in all things, in hooded sun, in the name-whispering breeze scented with her perfume, in the dreamless darkness in which she walked.”

GEMINI: Echo, The Nymph Of Mountains & Narcissus, The Thespian Hunter:

“Shall the water not remember, my hand’s slow gesture, tracing above its mirror my, half-imaginary portrait? My only belonging is my beauty, which I take away and then return as love.”

CANCER: Selene, The Titan Moon Goddess & Endymion, The Shepard Prince:

“She was beautiful beyond men’s prayers for beauty, and she drew her silvery flesh out of the starlit air and her cold sweetness from the midnight dew. Virginal was she, loveliest, austere with visible purity. A godlike love swathed her soft shape in plumes of snow-white flame”

LEO: Helen Of Troy & Paris, The Trojan Prince:

“He looked at her as if she were the sun. One look like that can ruin or rescue, depending on which fairy tales you read, and she had read them all. Eyes like those could never lie, she thought, so when he looked at her, she saw all the devastation he would cause in her name, and all the inevitability of their demise, and all the women who chose peace over passion. To hell with peace. I want a lover like a hurricane or a lightning strike. Love should leave no survivors. So you will be my Paris, and I will be your ship to wreck.”

VIRGO: Odysseus, King Of Ithaca & Penelope, The Faithful Wife:

“Long as the day in the summer time, Deep as the wine dark sea, I’ll keep your heart with mine. Till you come to me.”

LIBRA: Pygmalion, The Sculptor & Galatea, The Statue:

“He slid his arm around the coolness of disdain, felt the distance of an Arctic plain, Rested his hand Upon an alabaster thigh, Saw eternal haughtiness in stony eyes. Human heart has he; She heart of stone - To tempt a man to be so close, but always so alone.”

SCORPIO: Eros, The God Of Love & Psyche, The Goddess Of The Soul:

“He would pluck the feathers from his shoulders, Set flames upon his bow, Drain celestial blood from his veins and become her equal, If that is what it took to deserve her; To share that grin one last time. Curse the gods, If he could only worship the light upon the pores of her skin.”

SAGITTARIUS: Perseus, Son Of Zeus & Andromeda, Princess Of Aethiopia:

“Who decided to call these chains? who said i was forced into who holds me? the rock i sit on is a throne of my choosing; the monster i’m to meet is a friend remembered; Perseus, i choose the water. Perseus, i choose salvation. Because at least this, i can say; the waves have never silenced me the way you always have”

CAPRICORN: Hades, God Of The Underworld & Persephone, Goddess Of Spring:

“He crept into her heart, seeking to devour her, but he was the one consumed”

AQUARIUS: Pyramus, The Handsome Youth & Thisbe, The Beautiful Maiden:

“My Sunset had been darkly beautiful, Asplash with deep reds and purple, crowned in gold. Oh that I had been Pyramus and she Thisbe. Star-crossed and Tragic, A love made eternal by mutual deaths”

PISCES: Leander, The Mortal & Hero, The Virgin Priestess:

“Love is not full of pity, as men say, But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. And now she wished this night were never done, And sighed to think upon th'approaching sun; For much it grieved her that the bright day-light Should know the pleasure of this blessed night, And them, like Mars and Ericyne, display, Both in each other’s arms chained as they lay.”

Part 2: Task: 12 Days of lesser known animated show/film recommendations

Hey, guys! I’ve been a bit down lately, so in order to give myself something to do, I decided to share with you all the lesser known, underrated or entirely hidden gems of the animated world (as far as I know), be it show or film.

Rules:

-The animation must be traditional (no CGI unless it’s minor and in the background; i’ll do an all CGI list later).

-The recommended work must have soothing, inspiring or otherwise admirable leads with realistic emotional connections.

-The plot of the story must be intriguing if not wholly believable and the artwork must meet certain aesthetic standards.

-The characters must have emotionally realistic interactions with one another in ratio to the time allowed for them to interact.

-The animation in question may be from anywhere in the world.

Also, feel free to clue me in on any that I don’t list, because I would really appreciate a new animated find!  

As a matter of course, a great deal of the listed shows/films will be ‘anime’, simply because japanimation has the monopoly on the most unique and varied story lines, and Japan (and sometimes France) are the only ones making mostly traditionally drawn animated features still.

Alright, here we go … …

Day Two: Fairy Tale Films :)

The Day of the Crows

I absolutely adore this film. Not only is The Day of the Crows a superbly animated feast for the eyes, but the characters, lessons and honest interactions take it a level above most children’s films. Not only that, but the dialogue is wonderfully translated from the French to the English subtitles. As a matter of course, I prefer watching films in their original language unless the dub has some inventive dialogue or more adequate voice acting, but this little known gem isn’t likely to pick up a dub any time soon anyway, so all of you who only watch dubs should make an exception for this one. 

It is the story of a young boy who has been raised by an ogre in the woods, until one day he must leave the protection of the trees for the nearby village in order to save someone precious to him. While there, he meets a young girl and begins to learn the touching history of his family. It’s a delightfully nuanced film. Really, don’t miss it!

Note: The title is mildly misleading, as any crow characters are showcased near the end of the film and don’t get much screen time. But why should that bother anyone?

A+

Fusé: Teppō Musume no Torimonochō 

Is there any anime lover who would pass up a film with adorable characters and animal transformations? Well, I actually would pass up the ‘animal transformations’ part, but that may just be me. Fusé is a touching fairy tale centring around a young huntress who befriends a dog-like humanoid named Shino. What puts this movie a pitch above the other films out there with a similar premise is it’s refusal to give the characters more slack than any real person would get. People die…there’s a surprising amount of gore which I feel is somehow toned up despite the soft animation. It’s the sort of film that makes you laugh less because it’s funny and more because you know your window to find things humorous is rapidly disappearing. You want the characters to be happy….you think they should be because the film is so cute…but it’s the bitter-sweet trick of the story. 

It’s based on the Hakkenden, an old Japanese novel series that details the exploits of the ‘Dog Warriors’, beings reincarnated from the slaughtered spawn of a princess and her dog lover. This is part of why I can forgive the dog-creature theme, because the characters within the story on a few separate occasions refer to the story as a ‘counterfeit’ or parody of the Hakkenden

A

Snow Maiden

An old Russian animation about a young woman who is the child of Spring and Winter, stepping into a village for the first time and learning that she does not have the capacity to love as other humans do. It’s very touching, very whimsical, and in the end bitter-sweet. I’d recommend it for the beautiful artwork alone, but the characters are given a surprising amount of life considering how old the film is. It’s clearly a labour of love.

A+ 

The Dead Princess and the Seven Knights

An old Russian film based on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The most fantastic thing about this film is that from start to finish the entirety of the script is one looong poem, complete with rhymes. I believe this film, Snow Maiden and The Twelve Months are all apart of the same collection, but these three are not dubbed into English, like some of the better known in the series, such as The Snow Queen. 

A

The Twelve Months

If you are familiar with this film, it may be because you’ve watched the anime incarnation. I’d advise you to watch this one instead. Not only are the characters a bit more vital, but the art is a step above the anime and the humour is a bit more fluid. It is a Cinderella-like tale about a girl who wanders into the woods after being forced to preform an impossible task, and receives guidance from the Twelve Months, who are portrayed as a band of merry males of various ages having a meeting around a camp fire in the dead of winter.

A

Kirikou and the Sorceress

Kirikou and the Sorceress is a fascinating film about a young boy who, from the moment he is born, is able to talk and think like an adult. But he is still only a baby, and is very small because of it, which causes troubles between him and the towns people, and eventually gets the attention of a wicked sorceress that finds him a nuisance as he starts to use his size for unusual heroic feats. 

Every character is fun, the dialogue is insightful and the resolution is terribly sweet.

A+

Tales of the Night

A series of re-worked fairy tales told through ‘shadow puppet’ visuals. Beautiful stories, really. All of the interactions between the characters are unique and admirable, and every tale has a satisfying conclusion. You may think the shadow puppet look takes away from it, but, really, it only gives you a bit more emotion to savour since every character looks pretty much the same, allowing their intentions to nakedly drive the stories, rather than their looks.

A

The Last Unicorn

Based on the book of the same name, and with a screen play by the author, this film is one of the better known ‘hidden gems’. The story follows the ‘last unicorn’, as she searches for others of her kind, who are being held captive in a barren land that is very far away from her gentle forest. She gathers loyal and endearing companions along the way, and eventually looses a bit of herself in the throws of a pseudo-romance with a prince. 

It’s a classic. The animation is unique and whimsical, and the pacing, characters and eventual resolution are all wonderful. It was my favourite film as a child.

A+

The Princess and the Pilot

The Princess and the Pilot is a touching tale about the blooming tenderness and self-awareness between a pilot and the princess he is tasked with transporting across the ocean. There is political intrigue, bold decisions and the rude awakenings of reality in a war torn country. Both the leads are relatable and worth the care you inevitably develop toward them. And though the ending is a little frustrating, it is handled in a realistic and tentative manner that shows the meaning of personal feelings, even if physical circumstances can’t reflect them.

A-

Miss Hokusai

Miss Hokusai is the fictional and slightly sensationalised biography of an actual historical figure from the Japanese artistic past. The story is told in a series of self-contained artistic episodes that explore the philosophy needed to produce vital art, by teaching the characters emotional lessons through supernatural interactions. It’s very unique and telling, and every character has a degree of believably that is pleasantly attention grabbing. Some might complain that the formatting leaves a bit to be desired, but I’m pretty sure this is all intentional. 

A+

Princess Arete

Princess Arete is one of those rare princess films that is all about a princess and her character building, and not at all about romance. 

Little Princess Arete is kept in a tower where she grows increasingly depressed, despite her night time slips into the town bellow her window. By a bitter sort of luck, she is kidnapped by a wizard, and from here able to experience the world, albeit under a curse. The film has a very charmed and truthful grasp on the meanings in minor interactions and it never betrays the passionate heart of it’s female lead.

It’s a bit slow, but if you watch movies for the enrichment they provide and not for the face paced thrills, this one may be for you.

A+

Magic Boy

An old Japanese feature from the ‘60′s about a young boy who must do battle with a wicked witch to protect his home and family. The characters are enjoyable, the battles are pretty neat and the animation is a proto-perfect anime film suite. Honestly, if you’ve seen Kubo and the Two Strings and then you see this, you may feel, as I have, that it is like the spiritual grandfather to Kubo

A+

The Life of Guskou Budori

If you’ve ever seen Night on the Galactic Railroad, these two may look familiar to you. As you watch Guskou, you may develop the suspicion that the characters are an alternate incarnation or perhaps even a canon reincarnation of Giovanni and Campanella. 

The Life of Guskou Budori is about said titular character as he navigates life after the death (otherworldly kidnapping?) of his younger sister during a great famine. The animation is simply gorgeous, and if you can forgive the incredibly vague narrative, you may just find yourself walking along a very enchanted dream.

Like Galactic Railroad, all of the characters are anthropomorphised cats. I’m unsure why that is, but it’s cute and inventive. It too, is based on a book. If you haven’t seen Night on the Galactic Railroad, I would also recommend that one, as it is very touching and poetic, but it is very slow. If you happen to like both of them, the anime Spring and Chaos, another anthropomorphic cat tale, may be for you, as it is about the guy who wrote the two aforementioned stories.

B+

Tales from Earthsea

If you are a studio Ghibli fan, you may be in for a treat. This is a loose adaptation of Ursula K. LeGuin’s seminal work the Earthsea series. It wraps into one film the characters and issues of four books, and so it doesn’t do the books much justice as it has bit off a bit more than it can chew. But if you accept it as an entirely different story that happens to have similar magical rules and the same names as the Earthsea series character’s have, the film is quite good. 

Young Arren is a disturbed young man who runs away from his posh life and is picked up by the Arch-mage Ged. After making a special friend and fighting a deranged wizard, Arren learns how to own up to his fears and find peace despite his crimes. I recommend watching the original Japanese dub, as it is a bit more insightful about the Earthsea world.

It is directed by Miyazaki’s son Goro. If you like this film, you may like his other, more well rounded film From Up On Poppy Hill (my favourite Ghibli film), and Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle, which is an adaptation of Diana Wynne Jones’s book of the same name (and a far more skillfully crafted adaptation than Tales from Earthsea. The perks of being a seasoned animator, I guess).

If you like the films, or even if you don’t, I recommend reading the Earthsea series and the Howl’s Moving Castle series. I prefer the latter. 

A by itself, B-/C+ if compared to the books.

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice is one of those barbarian films from the early 80′s. It’s got action and romance and wild prehistoric beasts, an obvious bad guy that’s still pretty well rounded despite his minor screen time and a bit of sorcery that you can laugh at if your mind is dirty enough to catch the innuendos. In a nutshell, Fire and Ice is a great late night blast from the past that every child of the 90′s should see at least once.

With art overseen by the legendary Frank Frazetta, I think any serious artist could find this film pretty rad as well. 

A-

The Cat Returns

The Cat Returns is a fascinating continuum of Shizuku’s story from Whisper of the Heart (another Ghibli film). It’s a fairy tale to the max, complete with a dapper cat ‘prince’ and woefully silly damsel-in-distress. It’s a lesser known Ghibli film, which is why it’s on the list, and if you do watch it, I recommend pairing it with Whisper of the Heart, a high school drama about a young girl’s blossoming romance and her attempt to write a novel, since it’s only right to see the little strings that connect the two tales. 

It’s funny, charming and the Baron has a British accent ;) Mmm-mm delish!

A+

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Whew! What a long list!

Next time: Best Comedy Supernatural animated shows/films.

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

So wait. Uncle Popeye got beat up by a gamecock? Aren't those things like, three pounds soaking wet?

OH NO ITS BETTER THAN THAT.

Popeye got beat up by an AMERICAN WOODCOCK, which is…  I’ll allow this video to explain:

They walk like that because any reasonable carnivore looks at that and goes “That can’t possibly be food.”  They’re also called “Timberdoodles” have nearly rear-facing eyes, upside-down brains, and go “PrrrEENT”.  They’re basically real-life cuddly cryptids,

and they’re like, 8 ounces. Tops.

BUT POPEYE MANAGES TO FUCK THIS UP.

Popeye got it into his head that he should train Grandma’s weirdo terrier mix “Spooky” to be a bird Dog, mostly because grandpa wouldn’t go hunting with him after Popeye shot him in the foot.  Grandma, already having two children, two normal cats, a profoundly stupid cat, a canary and a tarantula to look after, decided to let Spooky go with him.  

“She’ll be good supervision for him.”  grandma said.

We’re not sure what made Popeye think Spooky would be a good bird dog, because if all the dogs of the world were one together, what was left over was Spooky, to paraphrase my favorite Celtic fairy tale.  She was about 35lbs of smooth-coated solid black with long legs and half a tail.  She was named “Spooky” for the white patch on her chest that grandma said looked like a ghost late at night.  Spooky never barked, only made agitated garbage disposal noises and whistle-snorts.

But off into the Ohio Woods Popeye goes with Spooky, who is less than thrilled with this because she’d been a stray before, and was now very pleased with this new life of couches, indoor heating and fattening table scraps.  She does Not Like the woods.  The woods are cold and wet and full of ticks and she’d rather be at home, under the radiator perhaps.  

Eventually, they come across a woodcock, not in the woods but in the parking lot of the 7-11 after getting lost in the woods and deciding to get a slurpee and hot dog instead.  Spooky is halfway through eating her hot dog, sees the Woodcock derping along, and decides that Processed meat is better than whatever the fuck that is, and goes back to her hot dog.

Popeye decides to *demonstrate* what Spooky is supposed to do… by getting on his hands and knees and trying to jump on the woodcock to catch it with his mouth.

Spooky decided that this is madness, and goes home to collect my grandmother to come save his ass.  This was impressive, as spooky had no sense of direction and a slurpee cup stuck on her face when she arrived. 

By the time Grandma got down there, Popeye had gotten clawed in the face, pecked directly in the eye, eaten pavement, had the police called on him, and broke his wrist.

She did, however, get to see the bird as it came down from the roof.  It perched on his ass, Prreent-ed, and shat on him.

Once upon a time there was this show...

It’s about a girl named Emma Swan

Her parents, Snow White and Prince Charming

Emma’s son, Henry

The Evil queen, Regina

and Rumpelstiltskin

and all the people they met along the way

Snow and charming sent Emma from their world to ours to save her from a curse set by the Evil Queen

So that one day she could save everyone.

She got lost along the way. But thanks to Henry, the truest believer, and a little help from family and friends, she found her way. And she won.

But there was more to be done, more evil coming from fairy tale realms.

And Emma defeated those too. Along with a little help.

Along the way the evil queen became not quite so evil.

A crocodile learned to love.

The orphan girl from the Enchanted forest fell in love too.

And so many other characters, certainly too many to name, showed us a great many things, good or bad.

Once Upon a Time there was this show about an orphan girl from a story book. The story lost its way sometimes, as many stories often do. But like Emma, it found its way back.

“Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing”

Thank you for letting us hear the story you had to tell. It was nothing short of a great one.

Sincerely,

A Oncer

anonymous asked:

YES keep going this fuels me

GREAT, I HAVE MORE!!

starting off with a fav of mine, Meaty Yogurt. This particular artist has been a favorite of mine since I was like 14, and one of their other stories, YU+ME, was the first queer story I ever read. The protaganist of Meaty Yogurt follows her as she desperately tries to get out of the town she’s cursed to die in. 

Vattu is one of the most unique webcomics out there, in my opinion. The setting is otherworldly, the story keeps me on my toes, and the art is GORGEOUS. I spend a lot of time lingering on practically text-less pages just to stare at the art, and the COLORS. 

Not Drunk Enough is a horror webcomic, which is unusual for my list lmao. The protaganist, Logan, is trying to find a way to escape a monster-infested laboratory. NDE has a SUPER strong graphic art style and beautiful color sense. If it looks familiar, it’s made by the same person who used to make Hanna Is Not A Boy’s Name, which I still own a t-shirt from. Good times.

changing moods a lil, you should also read Cucumber Quest!! i’ve only read through this once, since it’s a little new to me, but it’s SO gorgeous and cute and soft. i find myself p much immediately getting attached to the characters, and the colors are so… so pleasing. 

Blindsprings is another new addition to my comics list, and holy shit you guys, it’s… So beautiful. It reads like a fairy tale, and if you like conflicts between the magic and the modern (which i do), you’ll love blindsprings. the art genuinely makes me want to pass out. there’s some queerness in the comic too, don’t go thinking there ain’t.

Johnny Wander is written by ananth and illustrated by yuko, both of which are people i would die for. it’s a slice-of-life journal webcomic a lot of the time, but sometimes they put up short stories, which have a modern fantasy feel of their own. The art is just so strong and pretty. reading it genuinely just makes me feel like i know and love these ppl.

Dumbing Of Age is another slice-of-life webcomic I like- it takes place on a college campus and most of the time takes up the life of a comedy comic, but it touches on a lot of serious themes that actually hit v close to home for me

I’m looking through my list and I think this is most of them!! I hope yall enjoy!

The Tarrasque House

Context: Our team has just killed a Tarrasque, sending the world around us into demise. Animals are turning into Arcane Horrors and all nature is pretty much dead. My character Ariel (water mage) has just completed a ritual to try and determine how killing the Tarrasque caused this mess. Afterwards, one of the cultists covered the skeleton of said Tarrasque with flowers and vines using the last of his magic, creating a surprisingly lovely home inside. Ariel and dragonborne member Draxon enter.

Cultist: *is drunk and flailing about, telling us we royally screwed the pooch and didn’t heed their warnings*
Ariel: *interrupts Cultists ravings by describing a vision seen during her ritual, trying to get more clues*
Cultist: *informs us that it’s simply a fairy tale, however points us towards the forbidden lands of the cult*
Draxon: “I have a feeling we should go there.”

As our party leaves:
Ariel: “y'know, it’s lovely in here and the Arcane Horrors seem scared of this skeleton. You should open a bar here. Name it the Tarrasque House…. Did your pet just turn into a creature so horrible it’s indescribable? Come to The Tarrasque House and drink your troubles away!”
Ariel(OOC): “okay but everyone should get to come too. Like imagine a toddler drunkenly swinging about all ”“my goldfish has teeth now! Everywhere! It’s a spike ball of death!”“ And then takes a vodka shot or whatever.”

Thus nearly killing our DM

Recommended Reads of 2016

(in which I realize how horrible I am at describing books)

As 2016 draws to a close, I decided to make a list of ten of my favorite books I read this year (not necessarily books published in 2016 though).  I hope you all appreciate this, and I’d love to know what books you loved this year as well!

In no particular order:

1. The Start of Me and You by Emery Lord: This was one of the first books I read this year, and it was so adorable I just had to put it on this list.  It’s about a girl whose first and only boyfriend died, so she is now living her life with a lot more caution.  Basically, it just chronicles how she copes with this and lives her life (I’m so sorry that was a horrible synopsis haha).   By no means was the writing beautiful, and there were plenty of cringe-worthy moments, but it was just a nice and (mostly) fluffy read.  All the references to literature (specifically to Pride and Prejudice) made my nerdy heart happy.  Also, I am such a sucker for a cute nerdy guy (both in books and real life, haha–honestly, if you know of a good book with this kind of guy, let me know) so I understandably loved Max.

2. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: The Start of Me and You was actually what convinced me to finally read this classic, and boy am I glad I did!!! Honestly, I’m so obsessed with this story (which I don’t think I need to summarize).  Like, this obsession is unhealthy.  I’ve only read the book once, but I’ve watched the miniseries like three times this year and the movie (from 2005, obviously) probably (and I am not even kidding) 20 or 30 times this year.  Keira Knightley and Matthew MacFadyen (if you’re as in love with him as I am, you HAVE to listen to him reading some of Pride and Prejudice – I want him to narrate my life omg) are literally my faves fajkldjgaoi I AM OBSESSED AAH.  But I digress, because this is about books.  Basically I love it.

3. First & Then by Emma Mills: Okay so this is a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice (are you noticing a theme?? – I could literally read/watch nothing but P&P adaptations for the rest of my life and be perfectly content).  As the blurb on Goodreads said, it’s like Pride and Prejudice meets Friday Night Lights.  Basically, it follows this girl named Devon and the football star, Ezra.  I’m so obsessed that I completely ignored my complete and utter abomination for all sports in order to enjoy the P&P aspect and it was so cute I finished it in less than a day.  

4. Winter by Marissa Meyer: I loved the entire Lunar Chronicles series, but this one was my favorite.  Basically, the series is a sort of sci-fi/dystopian fairy tale retelling with cyborgs and space travel and I really enjoyed it .  Also, the cover??? Amazing.

5. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury: This is a well-known classic, so I’ll spare you the details, but it was just so good (and it’s nice and short if that’s something that interests you) and so scarily accurate for a dystopian novel.

6. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee: Again, a well-known classic about racism and basic human morality in a southern town during the Great Depression.  I have nothing to say that you haven’t heard before, so I’ll just say: it was absolutely wonderful.

7. Paperweight by Meg Haston: I want to preface this by saying it heavily discusses eating disorders, so that is something to be mindful of. It was such a raw and captivating story and I felt it handled the topic well.  I really felt for the characters.  The story was sad and disheartening (an intrinsic quality when it comes to mental illness) but I just felt Haston did a really amazing job with it.

8. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon: This book is about a girl with an illness so severe she can’t leave her own home.  It follows her life as she becomes interested in her new neighbor (I am blowing myself away with my horrible synopses hahaha - if you really want to know, click the book titles to go to their respective Goodreads pages).  It was a really interesting story that I flew right through.

9. The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon: I know I’ve mentioned this one before, but I’ll do it again.  It’s about a Jamaican girl whose family is about to be deported and a Korean boy who doesn’t want to follow the plan his parents have set out for them.  They spend a day together in New York City and it’s pretty great.  I loved the little in-between perspectives we got and the blend of science and romance/fate/destiny kind of stuff.  I loved it!!

10. The Memory of Light by Francisco X. Stork: This is another book about mental illness – specifically depression, suicidal thoughts, and schizophrenia.  It’s about a girl who, after attempting suicide, gets to know three other kids with problems like hers.  It didn’t romanticize mental illness or sugarcoat anything, and it made me cry (and I don’t cry often at books) but it was a really captivating story.  

There you have it, folks! My top ten from 2016.  I sincerely wish you all a wonderful 2017 filled with happiness, love, and new memories!!! I love you all! 

10

Anastasia Romanov was the youngest daughter of Emperor Nicolas II and Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia and the sister to Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Alexei. She was born 18 June 1901, and was murdered on 17 July 1918. About ninety years later, the last of the four grand duchesses’ bodies was found, and through DNA testing and rigorous scientific research, the myths that persisted that one of the sisters escaped was finally and conclusively proven false.

With the new musical Anastasia now out, it is important to remember the real young woman be hind the mythology and legend, who died a brutal death at only seventeen. 

“ Once upon a time runs the fairy tale. For Anastasia..she was born into a lavish world of palaces and liveried servants, gold braided courtiers and sleek yachts, loving parents and a devoted family-everything necessary to the traditional, heartwarming conclusion. For Anastasia, though, there would be no happy ending; her fairy tale went horribly awry, its peaceful promise shattered by war and revolution. In its place arose a new tale that gave resonance to the meaning of her name, in which hope triumphed over despair and desire transcended brutal reality.” - The Ressurection of the Romanovs by Penny Wilson and Greg King

Anastasia, the youngest daughter, destined to become the most famous of the children of Nicholas II, was a short, dumpy, blue-eyed child renowned in her family chiefly as a wag. When the saluting cannon on the Imperial yacht fired at sunset, Anastasia liked to retreat into a corner, stick her fingers into her ears, widen her eyes and loll her tongue in mock terror. Witty and vivacious, Anastasia also had a streak of stubbornness, mischief and impertinence. The same gift of ear and tongue that made her quickest to pick up a perfect accent in foreign languages also equipped her admirably as a mimic. Comically, sometimes cuttingly, the little girl aped precisely the speech and mannerisms of those about her. Anastasia, the L’Enfant terrible, was also a tomboy. She climbed trees to dizzying heights, refusing to come down until specifically commanded by her father.”  - Nicholas and Alexandra by Robert K. Massie

Mutual feeling

Hey beauties!! How’re you all? So it there any body who’d to accompany me to fangirl over stranger things!! I just freaking love it so much like idk it’s just amazing and has me all hyped up! And Joe Keery has got me all drooling over him. Okay that’s enough for now. Hope you guys like it !

Word count :: 2000


2 A.M.

You’ve not been able to get a blink of sleep. It was just a simple thought that had you awake the whole night. Did you felt something for him or it was just attraction towards him. But it seemed more than attraction to you this time. Maybe it actually was different. Maybe you were falling for him. The guy with whom you started to hook up a few months before. It all started when you met him in a pub. His green eyes fascinated you. His face had you drawn to him within a couple of seconds and the other you were in his bed moaning and clutching on his hair. His lips traced down your neck covering it beautifully in purple marks. You never felt more alive ever than you did that day.

You started meeting up occasionally where one thing lead to another and then to another. It all was like on repeat. First your meetings were twice or thrice in a month, then it changed into weeks and none of you realized when it become a daily routine to meet and fuck. And a day left without that felt uncompleted to both of you. You weren’t just his fuck buddy but a friend too whom he shared all his deepest secrets with while you laid naked, legs tangled with his and head on his chest while he played with your hair muttering softly.

It was such an irony how the feeling was electrifying wakening up each cell in your body and tranquilizing making you feel like you were floating and drowned in him. All you could think that time was how soft he was with you. How tenderly and gently he took care of you. He wasn’t like other guys you dated that all wanted was just sex and that’s all. Even though you two, too did nothing but had sex somehow  it was different. The way he touched you, kissed you showed he cared. He always held you like you were made of glass and could break anytime if he gets harsh. The way he looks at you makes you go all dizzy. By this point you knew that ity was nothing but love and for some reason you believed that he felt it too. You could see it. Sense it. Feel it.

You heard your phone buzzed. A huge grin covered your face as you laid on your tummy and grabbed your phone. It was a text from harry. Looking at it, you felt those butterflies in your belly going crazy.

H: Hey beautiful

Y: hey handsome

H: Wanna come over?

Y: Right now?

H: I miss you

Y: Be there in 5 ;)

Jumping out of bed you grabbed your coat with other essentials and hopped inside the car. With rolled down windows you let the cool wind embrace you and kiss your face. The dim lights of London streets made the city glow. It all looked so beautiful. You felt so beautiful. It was the cold air, the smell of autumn, crisp leaves and home. If  you could, you’d dance on the street right away. You pulled in the parking in front of his house and made your way hurriedly to his porch. You ran your fingers through your hair.

Pale yellow lights blinded you and there he stood shirtless wearing his sweats, His hair still managed to stay perfect after all the day and his face still looking so pure and mesmerizing. Without waiting any other minute, you attached your lips to his. They felt so soft and delicious. Harry’s hands rested on your bum as he tumbled backwards kissing you back immediately. Closing the door behind you with your feet you licked his lower plump lip and bite on it that made him moan and taking the opportunity you slide your tongue inside his mouth exploring it dangerously. His tongue soon too was busy playing with yours.

“take my clothes off baby.” You moaned and moved down to trail kisses down his neck. But his hands were quick enough to push you back slowly before you could start to leave hickeys.

“what’s wrong?” You asked narrowing your eyebrows at him. He never turned down the idea of having sex and it all seemed a bit weird to you when for the first time he did.

“Ca-can we just cuddle for a bit?” he asked you softly. The way he was looking at you made you realize that he was about to cry so before that could happen, you nodded your head and took his hand leading to the bedroom. You lifted the covers up and motioned him to go under which he gladly obliged, you smiled and climbed in lifting his head up and putting it on your chest. It din’t took much time for him to snuggle himself to you and taking the warmth of your body.

It all seemed a bit strange. Harry was quieter than ever and certainly felt colder than ever. You laced your fingers with his and brought his icy hand to your lips kissing his skin softly. The cold fingertips made you shudder when in touch with your soft lips. You heard him sigh and breath out against your chest.

“Do you think that I can be good enough for somebody?” He asked keeping his face hidden in your chest. Your heart clutched when you his words reached your eardrums. Was he being serious? He’s one in a million.Any girl in the world would be blessed to have him in her life. Yes a blessing. You never saw someone as mellow and tamed like him. Though he had the world at his feet, he was so ground to earth.

“why’d you think like that sweet? You’re amazing and so generous that any woman in this world would be blessed to have you in her life.”You said running your fingers through his gorgeous locks that looked prominent now-growing back.

“It’s just there’s someone whom I think I’ve fallen for and I just want to know that I’m good enough before i confess my love to her” Harry said pulling away from you. You couldn’t believe that it was happening. It all felt like a dream, an illusion that was surreal. Your heart was thumping fast and your mind started flooding with so many thoughts. All you ever wanted was love and for you love meant Harry. You bite your lip and a sheepish smile took over your face.

“You’re always gonna be too good for someone Harry. That girl is very lucky to have you fallen for her. And may I know who that lucky woman is?” You asked him and held your breath. You wanted nothing more but your name to roll off his lips. Small scenarios like going out as a couple, getting engaged, having kids and growing old together revolved around in your brain making you anxious each passing second. The moment was yours. Yours and Harry. The moment was of love~first love was yours. Like a fairy tale you imagination of having true love was was right there in front of you just a mere seconds away to take your name and you were his. He just needed to say the world and you had your word devoted to him.

“Grace. It’s Grace” Harry smiled. Your eyes shot up to look at him. His face was lighted up not by the lights surrounding you both but the illumination of love that his heart held. His face was bedecked with the feeling just like yours was a few hours earlier and still was but now it all drained out. Your poor heart felt like bursting for holding up all the feelings. The same love that made you feel completed now was now crushing you~suffocating you, making it hard for you tp breath.

All of it was just a hallucination of your mind.

“G-grace” You choked and Harry nodded his head with the biggest smile on his face. Grace was your friend to whom you introduced him a couple months back. She was beautiful. Gracious actually, just like her name. You liked her always. She was very kind and was gentle just like Harry. No doubt she was perfect for him and deserved him. She wasn’t like other girls but was simple and liked to have her feet on the ground.

But she wasn’t there for him when he needed a shoulder to cry on. She wasn’t here when Harry had an asthma attack. She wasn’t there when Harry was lonely. It was you. All along. But yet, he decided to fall for someone who was completely foreign to him. Who knew all his perfection but never knew his flaws like you did. You were with him from dusk till dawn. You always promised yourself to take are of him when you realized how lonely he was.

After the night you both first hooked up, there was something that you saw in him while he was asleep. The way his features were, all pure and innocent. His breath as calm as the ocean but you could feel the tide inside of him. He was indeed lonely and lost and that night you promised yourself to be by his side no matter what. He needed someone.

But you needed someone too. That someone was him. He came like a life savior in your life. He was like a compass who helped you find your way. Just like you were with him through thick and thins, he too was there with you. He stood beside you and lead you to dark. He held your hand when everybody else denied to. He was the sunshine of your dark life that resplendent it like nobody else. And even though so far he spent most of his time talking away with you than her, he made her, his priority. Chose to gave her his heart than to you.

It hurt you to know the bitter truth. And there was nothing left but to blame yourself for not confessing him about your feeling earlier. But you weren’t the one to be blame because poor you found out the day he got to know about his feelings. If you would’ve experienced the feeling earlier then maybe, maybe it could be your name. It would’ve been you who made him feel erotic, made him feel the way he made makes you feel. Maybe it would’ve been you behind the reason of this beautiful smile and feeling of love. But you weren’t. And it did hurt you bad in all the possible way.

The wind that was making you feel alive, choked you now. The lights that glowed you up were now blinding you. The love that once swept you off your feet now pulled you back down breaking everything you had.

“I uh great. It’s amazing Harry. Y-you should go and tell her as soon as possible” You forced a smile. You wanted to laugh at the fact that the smile that was decorated your face once without any efforts had to be forced now. The pain was unacceptable. You didn’t accepted it all to go the way it was going now. You didn’t deserve this.Or did you?

Love is a feeling that heart decides and feels for the person it want to. Certainly, the feeling was mutual. But just happened to be for a different person.


I’m sorry if my writings are not that good and I don’t use much complicated words. I always try to come up with better thoughts and way of writing. Hope you will give me feedback about this.

-Ria

wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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anonymous asked:

can you recommend some soulmates au fics ?

Well, you should definitely start with our SOULMATES tag! After tag, check all these new recs we have for you (there are so many of them)!

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An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

Or—

A soulmate au with turtles and angst.


Honey, Can’t you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.

That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.


Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

Ever since he asked his mother one evening why she had his dad’s name tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There’s only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can’t even read.


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you say / sometimes you get so far into your own head that i worry you’re never going to come back / and i try to explain that the memories have strong teeth / & they drag you down by the ankles / it’s like finding wonderland / and then realizing every character is a person from your past you wanted to forget / maybe we all bleed red like the hero of the story / but they’re out here splitting throats just for fun / i keep my head down / respond to the wrong name / make myself the blush of a new moon / this is a tattered fairy tale / and i’m breaking up my crown / swallowing the jewels to keep myself rooted / the trees stay silent / they’ve seen this story play out a hundred times over / but the birds all have a lot to say / starry word riddles / keep your eyes closed to the river / stare too long and you’ll see the blood lost / bodies returned to the sea / wind as a banshee that never stops screaming / sometimes i get so far into my own head / and i lose my way out / beheaded and blood lust / birds laughing in the distance / water lapping up to take what’s left of me
—  Manic Wonderland, Angelea Lowes
We’re going to be like witchy sisters. You know the little Yorkie we brought to the studio? Her name is Mana. She’s gonna be our witchy Yorkie and her name is gonna be Mana Del Rey. I think all of these little things, in a really fairy tale way, lead me to you and lead you to me in a strange witchy way. You have a beautiful voice and I’ve already learned things to add to how I sing from you. Working on your song has changed me forever because I’ve learned from you. We are witchy sisters and that’s it.
—  Stevie Nicks on being “witchy sisters” with Lana Del Rey