no distinguishing features

hey have i ever told y’all about my cursed apartment building

cursed how, you say???? well, here’s the thing: no-one can fuckin see it. let me explain further

  • i live in a tiny flat in a big red brick building with huge windows. it has a driveway with two columns on either side - not a thing you usually see in this area. it is opposite a bus stop and several corner shops. it is on a main, busy road. most significantly, it is attached to a church. a well-known church with a big pink sign on the front.
  • all things that would make it easy to spot, right???? like if i gave that list of distinguishing features to someone along with my address then they’d be able to find my flat easily, right??? well APPARENTLY NOT
  • we have never once had a delivery to our flat (outside of the usual postal service) where we haven’t been called by a lost courier 
  • usually, they are about thirty seconds away. “i’m by the church and i don’t know where to go from here,” they say. so we tell them, “it’s the building right next to the church!! the one you’re outside. that church. it’s the next building along. it’s opposite a bus stop and it has a driveway with two big columns.” 
  • without fail, they call back 5-10 minutes later, still lost.
  • i have answered calls from both lost delivery people and friends where i’ve been able to see them standing in front of the driveway, from my window
  • a friend of mine once drove past my building three times, while on the phone to me, getting increasingly panicked that she couldn’t figure out where she was going. she parked in a nearby road and i had to walk to her car and guide her to the driveway
  • however, my flatmate and i found this place when we were flat-hunting first time, no trouble, and we don’t know what that means other than i guess this place chose us and the rent is so cheap because the estate agents were so relieved to find the first people in a thousand years who could actually see this fuckin building
  • today a food delivery person called me to say he was outside the church, was told to go to the next building along, (a 20 second journey on foot) and arrived at my door 20 minutes later, saying, “sorry, i went to the back of this building by mistake. weird right???”
  • this building doesn’t have a back
  • it backs onto the rest of the church it doesn’t have a back where did he go
about last night (m)

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff and angst

length: 15k

summary: you had promised yourself; if you were to ever hook up with that asshole park jimin, it would be just a one night stand.

a/n: dis was a monster to write im so tired. i stayed up until 12pm to finish this and now its finally done :) also how does every new fic i write get dirtier and dirtier?? idk. 

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Century Arms C93

U.S made clone of the German HK 93, it is chambered in 5.56x45mm. It uses most standard HK magazines and aftermarket mags, although there are some adapters out there that let you use AR-15 mags. One distinguishing feature of the current production C93 rifles is the polymer lower housing. It has finger grooves which are not present in any factory HK rifle or similar clones. (GRH)


This post contains the intention of pointing out basic physical traits according to ascendant/rising sign.  Planets conjunct the ascendant can modify the overall physical body feature and appearance.


With Aries rising with physical body becomes ruled by planet Mars.  Distinctive facial feature are often present that really stand.  The face itself can be of a triangular shape; often long and thick while possessing high cheek bones.  The forehead is often of a broad stature with hair that is rough or wiry.  The hair line, especially in men, is prone to a receding nature at the temple and prone to early hair loss.  

Prominent eye brows are usually present, sometimes being bushy.  The neck line is often thick and muscular; especially if it’s worked on. Often the face, temple or forehead region have scars or marks on them that are distinguishable.

The physical body itself often contains a strong up rite bone structure to support a muscular and athletic body tone.  Despite a more muscular build the body height can be a bit shorter towards average in most cases.  The skin can be golden or have a bronze type tint to it.  The walking is confident with an upright posture about it.  There is much purpose in the steps often ripe with determination.  A healthy looking complexion is a strong way to sum up the overall physical physique.

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DRAWING IDEAS FOR YOUR OC OR FAVORITE CHARACTERS

20 ways to draw a more consistent character
1. Draw the most common appearance for your character. This is your comfort zone. (Color)
2. Draw your character from the front, the side, and the back. This is something called a ‘turn sheet’. It’s a little boring to do, but will be very helpful to you in the future to have on hand.
3. Draw your character from the front, the side, and the back, but have them in nothing but their undies at most. This is to show off how your character is built. Drawing nothing but a straight pant-leg with no structure under it is no way to learn! (Skip this if your character doesn’t wear clothes)
4. Draw your character at three different ages than they currently are. (Must be noticeably different. No ages: 4, 5, and 6, etc.) Color one of them.
5. BANG! Your character just heard a loud noise right behind them. Draw their reaction!
6. Draw a bird’s eye view of your character.
7. Draw your character feeling very happy. Show body language.
8. Draw your character feeling very angry. Ditto.
9. Draw your character feeling very sad. You know the drill.
10. Draw your character with a different body type than they usually have. This helps you map distinguishing features onto different ‘templates’.
11. Draw your character if they were the opposite gender.
12. Draw your character as a different species than they normally are.
13. Somebody has just handed your character a live duck. Draw their reaction. Keep them in character.
14. Mary Sue the HELL out of your character. (Due to being asked “What is Mary Sue?” several times, I have included a link to the evil that is Sue: [Click if you dare.]
15. Draw your character lifting something heavy. (no magic allowed!)
16. Draw your character in an opposite role than they appear in your story/continuity.
17. Draw your character doing something they enjoy.
18. Draw your character doing something they do NOT enjoy.
19. Draw your character in a dynamic pose that is not a profile shot (from the side).
20. Draw the most common appearance for your character. Color it. (Pssst! See if it improved from the first one you drew. I bet it did!)


Using the following 100 themes as titles, draw 100 scenarios using  your original characters (or fan characters!). Use this as a chance to practice whatever you feel the least confident in, whether it be poses, coloring, anatomy, or backgrounds.

I suggest doing them out of order, because I know that people will often get stuck on the third or fourth one because it doesn’t interest them, and then they’ll never get any further.  Also, feel free to use speech bubbles. Sometimes it’s hard to express something without words.

New: There is now a group for you to submit your work to! (The group is for art only, but feel free to do this on your own with photography and writing!):


1. Flowers
2. Idiot
3. Winter
4. Tea
5. Books
6. Water
7. Sick
8. Costumes
9. Blue
10. Sunshine
11. Outfit
12. Secret
13. Nighttime
14. Fireplace
15. Red
16. Escape
17. Group Photo
18. Magic
19. Black
20. Game
21. Kitty
22. Christmas
23. Cleaning
24. Toys
25. Boredom
26. Summer
27. Green
28. Lesson
29. Ocean
30. Three
31. Battle
32. Awkward
33. Lunchtime
34. Purple
35. Eavesdropping
36. Tree
37. Bull’s-eye
38. Memory
39. Blood
40. Apron
41. Yellow
42. Bravery
43. Love
44. Vegetables
45. Explore
46. Accident
47. Snack
48. Hate
49. Silver
50. Dirt
51. Wish
52. Puppy
53. Gift
54. Alone
55. Music
56. Drinking
57. Lost
58. Cute
59. Time
60. Rain
61. Nightmare
62. Spring
63. Laughter
64. Doesn’t fit
65. Switch
66. Picnic
67. Stars
68. Admission
69. Celebration
70. Tease
71. Blanket
72. Family
73. Circle
74. Two
75. White
76. Asleep
77. Fantasy
78. Socks
79. Falling
80. Coffee
81. Autumn
82. Valentines
83. Victory
84. Comfort
85. Art
86. Path
87. Protect
88. Beautiful
89. Confusion
90. Meeting
91. Silence
92. Missed You
93. Scars
94. Peaceful 
95. Dance
96. Trapped
97. Hold Me
98. Ribbon
99. Kiss
100. Success

SILK UNDER HIS SUIT  ੭  JUNGKOOK

 

Contains : secretagent!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 3,5k

Summary : Jungkook could get away with pretty much anything, partly thanks to his young looks and friendly smile, but mostly because of his secret agent skills. He trained for so long, and now he was finally one of the best agents of his company, never failing to do his job, quickly and properly. Every single one of his mission is a success, until he finds out who is his new target : his childhood best friend.

Originally posted by bangmebangtanmtl

A/N : I’m thinking about making a part two, so if you think I should or just want to give a feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


Jungkook’s foot was tapping on the marble floor, patiently waiting as he observed the paitings on the wall facing him. He already saw them a hundred times, but the abstract paintings were still a mystery to him.

The boy adjusted his tie, hearing the heavy footsteps behind the door. Patiently, he watched the shadow forme on the glass door, getting up as soon as it opened.

Confident, he took a step, nodding at the tall man in a black suit before disappearing behind the door, the man closing it after him.

Jungkook knew the path by heart, quickly walking towards the desk at the end of the hallway, a hand running in his hair.
His footsteps echoed against the walls, and soon enough, he was greeted by an overly white room, the only black thing being the massive desk and the man’s suit, looking through the bay window.

Jungkook silently waited, hands in his back. He had to say that the view was amazing, the city looked tiny under his feets, he felt powerfull.
The man hummed, turning around.
It also wasn’t the first time that Jungkook saw his boss, but the man had such a strong aura, forcing his respect.

His piercing eyes carefully watched as Jungkook bowed, a warm smile decorating his face.

“Jungkook.”, greeted the man, he was the only one in the building to call him by his actual name.

“Sir.”, said Jungkook, keeping his back straight.

The man’s hand pointed towards the chair in front of his desk, silently asking Jungkook to sit.
He quickly walked towards the black chair, sitting and waiting for his boss to talk again.

“Your last mission was a success. You did well.”, said the man, sitting on his imposing chair.

Jungkook opened his mouth, before closing it again, taken back. It was really rare for his boss to compliment anyone.
“Thank you, sir.” said, Jungkook, head bowing.

The man smilled, opening a drawer before placing a brown file on his desk. With his index, he made it slide towards the boy.

“Here’s your next mission. Kill them, I want evidence, search for any files, the usual. Do it as quickly as possible, no need to investigate.”, simply said his boss.
Jungkook nodded, familiar with the procedures, taking the file without opening it. It was light, maybe just a page or two, which was unusual, but he didn’t show anything.

His boss nodded to the door, his dark locks moving in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly got up, walking down the hallway, files in hand. Exiting the office, he gave one last look at the door, the black plaque with a carved “Min Yoongi” shinning under the neon light.




Jungkook ran up his stairs, nodding at his neighbor before opening his apartment door.
Entering in the darkness of the room, the boy sighed, tugging at his tie.
The small ray of lights coming from the window were enough for his tired eyes, Jungkook took off his shoes, throwing the file on the table in front of his tv.

His hand ran in his hair, messing his dark locks, he hated that he had to style them everytime he had to meet his boss.
Quickly, he walked towards his fridge, taking a bottle of beer, dragging the cold glass along his neck and collarbones before opening it.

It was way too hot, he thought, rolling his sleeve up. After this, he hoped that his new mission was in another country, somewhere where the climate was decent, or even in another city, he was growing tired of Seoul and his busy streets and neon lights. He also wanted something with more investigation.

The boy sighed, collapsing on his couch. He took a sip of his beer, eyes fixed on the file in front of him.
He always had a strange feeling everytime he had to start a new mission, he knew he was risking his life everytime. On the other hand, it’s what he chose to do, he couldn’t complaine.

Placing his bottle on the table, Jungkook reached to grab the brown folder, sitting comfortably before opening it.

His eyes quickly traveled on the paper, before stopping on the picture,

and he froze.

His eyes widen, could it be ? could it be Y/N ? he asked himself. The girl on the picture looked so much like her, his mouth fell agape, trying to distinguish the features of the girl on the blurry picture.
She was on the street, on hand firmly grabbing a large green and black drawing pad.

His heart started beating, turning the page, hoping to find another picture. The other one was clearer, the girl was smiling brightly, it looked like a photoshoot, and they were no doubt.

“Y/N…”, breathed Jungkook.

It had to be an error, it had to, he thought. But the more he looked at the pictures, the more he was convinced it was you.
The same eyes, the same smile.

Jungkook nervously searched for the information sheet, silently praying that he wouldn’t find your name writen black on white.
But he did, and he found your name, your adress, your number, your birth date, everything.
It was you.

He threw the file back on the table, as if he was repulsed by it, his head falling in his hands.
It’s been years since he saw you for the last time, when he had to leave Busan to train. Jungkook felt a heartache while seeing the pictures, the same he felt when he left you. Jungkook didn’t have a lot of regrets, but leaving his hometown without keeping in touch with you was his biggest regret.

After all, you were his best friend, and he never found someone that understood him like you did, he never felt so many things towards someone else.
He usually found himself thinking about you at night, his mind was always busy during the day, and when he did, he liked to comfort himself and think that he was only protecting you.

He had to do the same to his parents, he had to lie to them, tell them he had a normal, small job in Seoul, but they didn’t know that they were protected from afar by his company, however, the company only protected their agent’s family, and no one else.

By the adress, you lived in Seoul now, apparently, you left Busan too. But what happened ? Why were you his new prey ?

Did he had to kill you ?

Thinking about this, his head snapped back up.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

It wasn’t like he never killed someone, but you weren’t anyone. Jungkook breathed in, his mind running. He couldn’t let you go, his boss would be disappointed, and he would get someone else to get the job done. He couldn’t kill you, it was beyond his power.

On the other hand, his agent self told him that maybe, just maybe, you did something so horrible that he had to kill you ? After all, his company worked for the gouvernment, he was killing the bad guys, right ?

His head fell back in his hands, foot tapping on the floor. From all the people, it had to be you, it had to be him.
Frustrated, his fist slammed on the table, the bottle shaking.

He got up, trying to block any unprofessional thought, it was his job, you were his pray, you were no one.
He gave a last glare to your adress, before grabbing his keys.




Jungkook exited out of his car, immediatly facing the tall building, somewhere, behind one of these windows, was his new prey.
Jungkook’s mind was running, as he walked towards the door, getting in the fresh ground floor.

He looked around, there were no cameras, no one at the reception. He instantly noticed the elevator, and slided in when the massive grey doors opened.
Jungkook’s finger pressed on the number, remebering your adress that he saw on the file.

The doors opened, and somehow, Jungkook couldn’t move. He couldn’t exit the cubic space, he felt heavy.
He noticed that his hands were sweaty, and he quickly rubbed them on his jean. He breathed, he was feeling like his unconfident old self again.

He snapped when he saw the doors close again, putting a firm hand between them and getting out of the small space where he felt like he was suffocating.

His shoes met the soft dark carpet, his eyes searching for the right number.
“Fourteen…fourteen…”, he breathed to himself, as if he needed to remember himself why he was here.

Quickly, he found the door, your door, a small “14″ on the door. You were probably behind these wall,s he was facing his path, and his decisions.
He took a deep breath, a voice in his head still trying to find a solution, trying to find a way to get you both out of here, no matter what you did to appear in his boss’ files.

He straightened his back, fist getting closer to the wood, before he stopped. Were you even going to recognise him ? Would it be easier for him ? Were you still the same person he knew ?

Pushing back his questions, his fist tapped on your door, before the hallway fell in silence.
Seconds felt like minutes, and the more he waited, the more he wanted to run and disappear.
But the door opened.

The door opened, and he froze.
You obviously suffering from the heat, only wearing a short and a tank top, one hand holding a black fan.
A thin layer of sweat was visible, making your skin glow, but Jungkook’s eyes where glued on your face, drinking in every detail.
Every other night, he wished he could see you, but not in those circumstances.
The both of you were silent, but something broke when you opened your mouth, a gasp falling from your lips.

“J-Jungkook ?”, you asked, stopping every movement from your hand.

And the boy felt his heart sank to the his feets when he heard you say his name, and he felt even worst when he felt your arms wrap around his torso.

Although, he couldn’t help himself, a sweet smile streching his lips, his own arms holding you. And he felt complete in a way, a weight leaving his shoulder, but the weight of what he had to you was still here and significant.

“Hi.”, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do, he was helpless, a hand rubbing your back.

Your hand hit his torso, taking him off garde, all senses alert, he had to think twice and not make any moves to defend himself.

“Where have you been ? Y-you fucking disappeared.”, you said, eyebrows furrowed, clearly ready to cry.

 “Y/N, it’s-”, he started, before you pulled him inside your apartment.

“Wait, d-do you want something to drink ?” you asked, while desturing towards your couch.

“No, thank you.”, Jungkook smiled, you were still the same. He looked around your apartment with modest furnitures, but it was clean.
He looked over the window, seeing the setting sun.

You sat next to him, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Look at you.”, you breathed. And Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, his head tilting to feel you touch.

“And l look at you.”, he laughed, a genuine laugh.

“So, what happened ?”, you asked, crossing your legs to fully turn your body towards him.

Jungkook got lost in his thoughts, a part of him wanted to tell you the truth, be true to you, but another half of him told him to just do what he was used to do, lie.

“Do we…really have to talk about that ?”, he asked. You moved your head, before he changed the subject.

“What about you ?”, he asked. At the moment, all he wanted was to hear you talk, catch up with everything that happened. And hopefully, just for a second, he would feel like he never left you.

“Oh, when-when you left, it was hard.”, you breathed. “But, you probably felt the same thing, you also had to leave your hometown.” and Jungkook smiled, closing his eyes, you always had been such a comprehensive person.

“But, you’re here now, right.”, you said, a hand grabbing his, and he melted, slowly becoming putty in your hands, and he felt like he was a teenage boy again. He nodded, and you continued.

“Eventually, I also moved from Busan. And now I’m an art major.”, you simply explained.

“How is Busan now ?”, he asked, eager to know more about his hometown.

“Oh you know, it’s the same, nothing really changed.”

He breathed, but his real goal came back in his mind like a torrent, his smile fading. He looked at you, detaling everyone of your features, his jaw tightening.

“Are you okay ?”, you asked, you hand coming back to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, he honestly felt like crying, the gesture adding on, you were the only one to touch him like that, the smallest touch making him feel so many things he thought he would never experience ever again.

“I missed you.”, Jungkook said, his voice breaking, and he hated himself for being so weak. He was trained to hide his emotions, or fake them, but everything he learned was thrown by the window.

He kept his eyes closed, trying to push every thoughts in a corner of his mind, his shoulders tensed, he wished he could find a way to fix everything, he wished so many things.

But his eyes opened when he felt your lips on his, the feeling nearly foreign to him. But before he could truly understand it, you pulled back.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know-”, you tried, before getting cut by Jungkook’s lips crashing on yours. And suddently, he was craving for more, lips moving against yours, his hand coming in contact with your hair.
He couldn’t say he never thought about it, he did from time to time asked himself what would have happened if he never left, and he wondered if you and him would’ve been more than best friends.

Jungkook pulled back, allowing both of you to breath, murmuring a “I missed you so much.”, against your lips.
He was feeling things he was prohibited to feel, he was thought that love, lust, sympathy were things to avoid.

But in a way, the mixture of all those thing, and you, were pulling all his pieces together again, and he felt like if he let you go, all his parts would fall again.

“I missed you.”, you said, your own voice breaking, and Jungkook pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head dropping in your neck.
He breathed in your perfume, before leaving a hard kiss where your neck and shoulder met, your fingers intertwining with the locks of his hair.

Jungkook swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He saw your shaky hand grab a handful of his shirt, before taking taking the first button between your fingers.

You didn’t move for a second, waiting for him to approuve, and he did, nodding. And with that, your digits went to work, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a kiss on his torso everytime a new parcelle of skin was exposed.

Soon enough, his shirt was open, your hands running up and down the smooth skin, your lips coming back to his mouth.
“I still can’t believe you left me like that.”, you breathed against his lips, in an attempt to get a reaction from him.

And it worked, his hand delicatly grabbing your jaw, peppering kisses on your jawline and neck, “I’m sorry.”, he breathed.

Jungkook sucked on your skin, a moan tumbling down from your lips, making a hiss escape his mouth.
Unconsciously, your hips started rocking on top of Jungkook’s thigh, your breath growing irregular.

The boy didn’t notice, to busy pulling your top off, eager to feel your skin against his. You pulled his shirt out of his shoulder, throwing it somewhere on the couch, alongside your top, your hips moving again.
Your head fell backwards, exposing your throat. Jungkook instantly attached his mouth to the skin, his teeth slightly biting on it.

“Jungkook.”, you cried out. The boy hummed, his hands travelling on your chest before resting on your lower half.

“Touch me.”, you begged, lightly pulling on his hair.

Jungkook’s breath got caught in his throat, buttles rising in his stomach. Everything was a blur around him, his mind focused on you. His hand unzipped your pants, before letting them fall on the ground. He stopped for a second, eyes travelling up and down your body.

“You look beautiful.”, he said, fingers tugging at the hem of your black panties,

“But I would rather take these off.”, he continued, finding a new confidence.

A hand on your waist, the boy layed you on the couch, your head on the arm rest. His other hand grabbed the back of your thigh, his lips dragging on your skin from your collarbones to your hip bone, where he marked you.

Your hand grabbed the back of his head, a sigh leaving your lips. Before you could talk again, Jungkook’s digits hooked under the hem of your panties, taking it off and placing himself between your legs.

His breath ghosting over your heat, he keept eye contact before placing a single kiss on your clit. This simple touch making a faint moan escape from your lips, chest rising and falling at and uneven pace.

You closed your eyes, impatiently licking your lips, before mumbling a “Please.”, and that’s all he needed.His lips immediatly wrapping around your clit, sucking, before his digits started teasing your entrance. Jungkook hummed at your taste, the vibrations making you moan.

Licking and sucking, his finger finally pushed in, making your back arched, your moan filling the room. The boy’s eyes were closed, focused, his hips almost bucking everytime he heard your moan. Your noises sounded like heaven, and all he wanted was to hear more.

You, on the other hand, wanted to feel more, your body craving to feel more.
“Jungkook.”, you called. He opened his eyes, filled with lust. “More.”, you begged, unable to form a full sentence. You tugged on his hair, hoping he would get the hint.

He looked up, lips and chin shining. “More.”, you asked again, hand pushing his jeans.
Jungkook understood, quickly taking his pants and underwear off. He was hard, the tip red, a drop of pre-cum leaking. He wanted to pleasure you first, but the both of you were too impationt, craving for each other’s body.

His fingers intertwined with yours, resting on the arm rest on each side of your head, you gave him a nod, and his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss before pushing in. Moans coming from each side.

His pace was slow, he wanted it to last, whimpers tumbling from his lips. His torso was brushing against yours, sweat forming on your skin.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to process the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

Your name was falling from his lips like a prayer, before falling on the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans.
Broken moans were heard from the both of you, his pace quicken, his hips bucking without his will.

Jungkook’s teeth dugged into your skin, making you cry out. One of his hand left your, travelling down your body before he met you hip. Your nails dragged on his back, making sure to leave marks when Jungkook’s finger started circling on your clit.

Your back arched, forgetting to breath for a moment when his finger tip pressed hard, his dick hitting a particular spot.

“I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, eyes shut.

“Let go, I’m here.”, he said, his finger pressing hard, and that’s all you needed, your eyes rolling back, a long moan coming from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, hips slowing down.

Jungkook came shortly after, a final grown escaping his lips, mumbling a “God.”, through gritted teeths. Your hand went once again through his hair, pulling back the dark locks falling in his eyes.

Collapsing on top of you, his fingertips caressed the multiple hickies he left on your skin, before pulling out, arms wrapped around you.

His mind was empty, he was full, and he wished it never stopped, but his head snapped back up.
Distraught eyes looking at you, he quickly got up, throwing you clothes on you, “You need to leave the town.”

anonymous asked:

Can you make a tutorial on how you draw Keith? I love how you draw him so much! Thanks :D

ok anon here we go!! small tutorial incoming!


first we’re gonna start off with the basic head shape and guidelines, like always

keith has pretty big expressive eyes so i drew guidelines for those to get an idea of the size and where they’re gonna go, plus the nose and mouth. i erased my original guidelines at this point too.

i usually (not always) start off by drawing the eyelids. keith’s lashes tend to come to a small point on the outer edge!

i pencilled in his irises (big expressive eyes!) and to me keith’s second most distinguishable feature is his EYEBROWS! keith’s face just doesn’t look right to me unless his eyebrows are drawn correctly, which is thicker near the middle of his face and tapering off to a point near the ends. unless he’s surprised his eyebrows also tend to be somewhat furrowed and stay lowered toward his eyes. (i also moved his nose and mouth up more toward the middle of his face because it looked off. i move things around a lot as i draw! it’s one of the perks of digital art)

here i just solidified the shape of his face and neck and added the highlights to his eyes. again, at this point it’s pretty common for me to move things around to get them in the right spot.

ok this one looks silly but keith’s hair (definitely his most distinguishable feature) has a shape to it and once you get it broken down into a solid form its much easier to manage drawing it!

in canon keith’s bangs tend to whoosh off to one side but i like to always draw them curling around his face! it’s a personal preference of mine. keith’s hair is also pretty tamed on the top of his head so he doesn’t have a whole lot of runaway strands sticking up everywhere. i can’t not draw the little beansprouts on top of his head though.. i also like drawing his longer hair curling around his neck, too!

and this is the final image! i darkened his lashes a bit and fixed up some things here and there. again, i moved his neck a little bit so it didn’t look as awkward and added some details to his eyes and definition to his brows. and that’s how i draw keith!!

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Lukumi: a religion, a people, and a language.

One of the distinguishing features of Lukumi as an Afro-Diasporic religious community has been the retention of archaic forms of the Yoruba language in Cuba. The language is a liturgical language now - used in our songs, prayers, and by elegun (priests mounted in possession) rather than conversationally.

Part of the horrors of the trans-Atlantic slave trade was the stripping of individual and cultural identities from enslaved Africans, and this was achieved in many places in the New World through banning and otherwise brutally discouraging the use of West and Central African languages. Lukumi, as a language, managed to be preserved by enslaved peoples who made creative use of the imposed Catholic system of cabildos de nacion - mutual aid societies under the patronage of Catholic saints. The cabildos allowed enslaved people and free people of colour to gather and perform seemingly Catholic worship “in the manner of their nation” - in other words, using the language and drumming styles particular to their ethnic group. The system of cabildos gave space for both enslaved and free people of colour to preserve a variety of West and Central African religions in 19th Century Cuba, including Arara, Abakua, and Palo. However, it was also allowed to flourish because the whites believed that keeping people of African descent separated by nation (nacion) would prevent them from organizing en masse as in the case of Haiti, which was a constant source of white anxiety during the 19th Century.

Though the language never stopped being used, fluency in Lukumi faded somewhat in the early 20th Century, which the old people often say was due to a lack of proper training. When Lukumi arrived in New York City in the late 1950s, African Americans entered the religion looking for a spiritual component to the growing Black Liberation movement. In particular, we credit Sunta Serrano Osa Unko (iba’e) for opening her ilé to African Americans. Early African American converts were most interested in emphasizing the Yoruba roots of the religion, and rejecting Catholicism, and part of how they did this was to focus on the Lukumi language. Thanks to their efforts to write down and translate back into Yoruba the Lukumi songs and prayers, the language was revitalized. Examples of this can be seen in the books of Baba John Mason, particularly Orin Orisha: Songs for Selected Heads.

Though some songs and prayers are not translatable to modern Yoruba - either due to being archaic regional dialects or due to the many subtle borrowings from other African languages spoken in Cuba (particularly Arara and Palo’s unique Bantu-Spanish bozale) - the Lukumi language continues to flourish today.

The New Ford GT Use More Code Than a Fighter Jet

The all-new Ford GT uses more than 50 different sensors to monitor vehicle performance and behavior, external environment, and driver inputs for an optimized driving experience.

The ultra-high-performance Ford GT’s sensors provide real-time information on factors from the positions of pedals, steering wheel & deployable rear wing, to air humidity & sunshine levels, delivering the thrill of a Le Mans-winning race car.

Data is generated at a rate of 100GB per hour – equivalent to about 25,000 song downloads –and is processed by more than 25 onboard computing systems comprising 10 million lines of software code – more than a Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II fighter jet. Between them, the systems can analyze 300MB of data – comparable to downloading an hour-long TV show – every second.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 11

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song:Animals-House of the rising sun

Bucky’s POV

He wakes slowly from the best dream he’s ever had. A deep contentment has settled in his soul. It was just a dream, but such a sweet dream, the accumulation of all his waking fantasies made manifest. As he traces nondescript patterns into the bare skin of the woman plastered against his chest, he knows he needs to get up, but he’s loathe to. He snuggles you closer, stealing a few extra minutes before he rises, breathing in your scent, taking in the smooth feel of your skin under his fingertips. He’d happily give up everything if he could stay like this with you, but he knows he did too much damage for that ever to be a reality. Sighing he untangles himself and heads to the bathroom for a shower, grabbing his bag as he passes.

Shucking off his sweatpants, he frowns at the garment. Is that….? Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. It was just a dream. He must have gotten a bit too excited. Confused and slightly bewildered, he steps into the shower, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. It was no good. Even standing beneath the water’s cold spray, he could still feel you, smell you on his skin.

Rinsing out his hair, he grabs a towel, steps out of the shower and faces the mirror. He stares at his reflection. He was being an idiot. He was pushing you further into the arms of Steve. He loved the man in his own roundabout way, he would move mountains to protect him, but you… you were something else entirely.

You were special, smart, beautiful and kind. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. No matter what, he was going to show you how much you meant to him. How much he coveted and worshiped the ground you walked on.

Without being an asshole. He hoped.

Mind made up, he threw on his clothing in record time. Walking out of the bathroom, he finds you awake, in the process of putting on the tightest leather pants he’d ever seen.

Where you purposefully fucking with him? He groans inwardly.

You freeze, blushing deeply, not making eye contact.

It sets him frowning.

“Morning,” you mumble.

He tries to catch your eye. “Mornin’,” he replies. “You alrigh’?”

“Fine! Just peachy!” you squeak, clearing your throat. “Will you start setting up the equipment?” you ask, staring fixedly at the floor.

“Yeah, doll,” he replies, wondering what the hell he’d done wrong this time.


Your Pov.

Awkward morning pleasantries. Check.

Embarrassed beyond belief? Check

Guilty as sin? Double check.

He obviously didn’t remember. He didn’t know how you had taken advantage of him last night.

Wishing desperately you could phone Natasha, you need to talk this out, but your phone is restricted.

Moving toward the equipment you take your seat, ignoring Bucky’s presence completely, watching the target pull up to the curb to meet his contact. You jot down any distinguishing features and a license plate, committing him to memory. You strain your mind, pushing at the walls of his, sifting through his memories, but there’s some sort of block. You can’t reach the information you need.

Eyes snapping open, you murmur, “Something’s wrong.”  

Bucky is immediately alert. “What is it?” he asks as he scans the surrounding area for any movement.

“I can’t get into his head. He’s blocked me somehow. They must have there own telepath.”

Bucky looks worried. “Could you take them? Sense their power?”

You shake your head. “The person is too far away, I can’t get a lock on them. I have no idea if they are on my level.” Concentrating on the source, you push yourself to the limit, trying futilely to get a read on the mutant. Frustrated you push harder, the corner of your mind going fuzzy.

Bucky’s hand, roughly shaking you out of your trance, brings you back to the present. His worried gaze boring into you, he eyes you up and down. “Don’ do that! You could hurt yourself. Don’ be so damn reckless all the time. You’re my responsibility!” he snaps.

You’re used to Bucky’s about turns when it comes to the safety of his teammates. It still smarts though. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

His words, though,  feed your insecurities.

The Melissa-esq voice in your mind begins snarling obscenities at you.

Not enough… Never enough… You’ll never be more than second best… A burden to those you love… A waist of space… Fat… Ugly… Worthless…

Your vision darkens.. The overwhelming pressure in your mind begins pouring out. You’re losing your grip on reality. You can’t seem to rein yourself back in.

Panicked, you try and find an anchor. A thought, a memory, anything to grab onto. There’s nothing an empty void before your eyes. You know this feeling. It’s the feeling of someone else pushing you out of your head, the way Charles used to when he was teaching you control.

You grab onto the first thing you can find, a physical anchor when you can’t find a mental one, which happens to be Bucky’s metal arm. Clamping down the scream rising in your throat, you throw up a shield around the two of you before seeking out the black tendrils in your mind.

The foreignness of the intruder makes you unbearably angry. You can feel the power leaking out of you. Paint starts peeling off walls, tiles crack, furniture splinters, and plants die while you fight for control of your mind.

Snarling viciously, you give an almighty push, lashing the intruder with a whip of psychic energy.

The accompanying shriek of the other telepath has you grinding your teeth. It’s a painful, desperate sound. Your whip would burn like acid, sear through the nerve endings like fire, putting this powerful foe out of commission for at least a day.It makes every nerve in your body protest as, tied together like you were, you were the recipient of a vicious wave of backlash.

Slumping forward, you drop the shield, sucking in large gulps of air as you try and bring yourself back. Your head feels like the John Bonham from Led Zeppelin is playing a drum solo in it.  “Jesus,” you huff out, taking in the carnage which surrounds you.

Bucky’s crouched in front of you, tilting your chin upward. He gently strokes your cheek, “What happened, Krasivaya?”

With his eyes searching yours, you can sense the barely concealed panic under the facade he’s putting up.

“What was that?” he asks again, intertwining your fingers with his metal hand.

“That Telepath is a level 5 mutant, James. She’s as strong as I am, if not stronger.” Faltering, you squash the mounting dread. “She knows who I am now. She knows what my mind looks like.” You scan the room, pushing your taxed senses to find any unfriendly minds. It feels like your brain is on fire, but you need to be certain no one was coming for the two of you. “We need to finish this as soon as we can, before it comes to a fight. I don’t know if I can win if it does,” you say, trying to make him understand. Guilt eats at you with your inability to protect him. What good were you to anyone? You were useless, a failure. You couldn’t even keep yourself together, keep a stranger out of your own damn mind. What reason did you even have for being anymore?

He nods once, rising to his feet,moving toward the upturned chair. Righting it, he takes a seat at the window. Before returning to the surveillance equipment, he stops to side-eye you. “You ain’t alone, Krasivaya,” he says nervously. “I’ll always protect ya.”

A rush of hope fills your chest.

He clears his throat. “Steve would murder me if I didn’t bring you home.”

Your heart falls, shattering like glass into shards so small, you’ll never put it back together.  

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Agi as Isabel Magnolia
Me (Dantelian) as Levi Ackerman
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Lifelessly, Levi began to walk. As he did, he felt his foot hit something. The rounded mass rolled into a nearby puddle. Stained with mud, he couldn’t distinguish its features - but Levi recognized that unkempt red hair. ©

amberarts13  asked:

kk i keep seeing around that Keith is Galra???? did i miss something?? (i mean there was that one time towards the end up the season, but was it confirmed? ) ((also sorry i only message you about Voltron >->)

Message me about Voltron, I do not mind. Oh, and no, it’s not been confirmed, people just have jumped on the bandwagon for the theory. Which is fun because I really enjoy it. Here’s what we’ve got so far ‘going’ for us potentially with pictures to go along (not in order of significance, but in order of appearance/concept): 

1. The ‘energy’ telling Keith to search coming from the blue lion. 

So far only lions belonging to their respective owners have been able to ‘communicate’ with the others. Some have hypothesized that the quintessence in the lions connected with Keith’s alien side (Galra or not), making him more prone to sense it. Now, Hunk could track the energy with the Geiger counter, but when the thing was brought up, Keith had no idea what the fraunhofer line was and it had to be explained. So that means he probably sensed it organically. 

2. Keith’s eyes

It’s only a small thing, but the other humans have what could pass as naturally occurring eye colors, while Keith’s are… well, purple. A color commonly connected to the Galra. Not only that, but the only other characters with purple tinted eyes are connected to the Galra somehow (though most Galran’s have the bright yellow ones). Could be nothing, but hey, at least they are pretty.

3. The Handprint Scanners (Important)

Multiple times the other characters are required to use Galra Tech to get these hand scanners to work, including other aliens. 

Shay:

Shiro (Caption is important):

Hunk:

But Keith just puts his hand on one and it works. 

Okay, that’s not suspicious at all.

In case you aren’t sold, here’s Shiro’s Galra hand interacting with an identical panel to Keith’s.

4. The ‘burned/broken hand’ from Galra Magic

That doesn’t look like a normal burn to me, or even the right patterning for a bruise. It follows the path of the magic, where it would leave the body like an electrical shock, but a burn is a burn, and would be colored red, not purple. There’s the chance that it’s colored due to the magic alone, but with everything else, Keith’s skin color changing to match the Galra’s is something to consider.

He healed upon coming into contact with the quintessence, but since we haven’t seen anyone interact with that personally other than it being a ‘life force’ we don’t know if this means anything special.  

Also, when Shiro is hit with something similar, his body doesn’t absorb the energy like Keith’s does, and instead has a recurring wound:

5. This infamous and foreboding line:

Enough said.

6. Keith’s knife and the dagger wielding double agent. 

Okay, first off, why would they give Keith something, have him look at it during the ‘wake up scene’ and then never have it serve any other purpose? It’s a unique looking blade, but the hilt, where any distinguishing feature might be, is wrapped. People have already speculated that it could be a link to Keith’s parents and it might be a stretch, but this is just fun so… Galra dad anyone? He did let down the barrier for seemingly no reason at all. (I remember suggesting this as a joke right after I first saw it, but…)

Just an animation choice, but the symbol on the hilt is in the middle of the screen for an extended time more than once. That probably means it’s important.

7. Symbolism of Note:

  • Keith’s Red Lion’s starting place with the Galra, while all of the others are elsewhere.
  • Shiro (the body of Voltron) having a right arm (Keith’s position on Voltron) that is Galran.

Also, if Lance’s comment in the first episode about betting the reason the Galra could find them was “Keith’s fault” ends up being foreshadowing, I’m screaming.

sille1992  asked:

what do you think are Misha's distinguishing features? Could you make a post about how to draw his face? Would be great! Thank you and I love you (again)

In order to figure out WHAT Misha’s distinguishing features are, I did this WITHOUT ANY REFERENCES, ON PURPOSE.

This is how I draw Misha from memory = these must be his distinguishing features???

I’m pretty sure my way of drawing would absolutely annoy the hell out of Artists that were taught how to draw correctly because it’s all over the place XD

I hope this helps?????

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Researchers discover Moabosaurus in Utah’s ‘gold mine’

Move over, honeybee and seagull: it’s time to meet Moabosaurus utahensis, Utah’s newly discovered dinosaur, whose past reveals even more about the state’s long-term history.

The Moabosaurus discovery was published this week by the University of Michigan’s Contributions from the Museum of Paleontology. The paper, authored by three Brigham Young University researchers and a BYU graduate at Auburn University, profiles Moabosaurus, a 125-million-year-old dinosaur whose skeleton was assembled using bones extracted from the Dalton Wells Quarry, near Arches National Park.

BYU geology professor and lead author Brooks Britt explained that in analyzing dinosaur bones, he and colleagues rely on constant comparisons with other related specimens. If there are enough distinguishing features to make it unique, it’s new.

“It’s like looking at a piece of a car,” Britt said. “You can look at it and say it belongs to a Ford sedan, but it’s not exactly a Focus or a Fusion or a Fiesta. We do the same with dinosaurs.”

Moabosaurus belongs to a group of herbivorous dinosaurs known as sauropods, which includes giants such as Brontosaurus and Brachiosaurus, who had long necks and pillar-like legs. Moabosaurus is most closely related to species found in Spain and Tanzania, which tells researchers that during its time, there were still intermittent physical connections between Europe, Africa and North America.

Moabosaurus lived in Utah before it resembled the desert we know – when it was filled with large trees, plentiful streams, lakes and dinosaurs.

“We always think of Moab in terms of tourism and outdoor activities, but a paleontologist thinks of Moab as a gold mine for dinosaur bones,” Britt said.

In naming the species, Britt and his team, which included BYU Museum of Paleontology curator Rod Scheetz and biology professor Michael Whiting, decided to pay tribute to that gold mine. “We’re honoring the city of Moab and the State of Utah because they were so supportive of our excavation efforts over the decades it’s taken us to pull the animal out of the ground,” Britt said, referencing the digs that began when he was a BYU geology student in the late '70s.

A previous study indicates that a large number of Moabosaurus and other dinosaurs died in a severe drought. Survivors trampled their fallen companions’ bodies, crushing their bones. After the drought ended, streams eroded the land, and transported the bones a short distance, where they were again trampled. Meanwhile, insects in the soils fed on the bones, leaving behind tell-tale burrow marks.

“We’re lucky to get anything out of this site,” Britt said. “Most bones we find are fragmentary, so only a small percentage of them are usable. And that’s why it took so long to get this animal put together: we had to collect huge numbers of bones in order to get enough that were complete.”

BYU has a legacy of collecting dinosaurs that started in the early 1960s, and Britt and colleagues are continuing their excavation efforts in eastern Utah. Moabosaurus now joins a range of other findings currently on display at BYU’s Museum of Paleontology – though, until its placard is updated, it’s identified as “Not yet named” (pronunciation: NOT-yet-NAIM-ed).

“Sure, we could find bones at other places in the world, but we find so many right here in Utah,” Britt said. “You don’t have to travel the world to discover new animals.”

Part 2: 10 More Animated Movies Beyond Pixar

Part 1: Animation Beyond Pixar
Part 3: Another 10 Animated Movies Beyond Pixar
Part 4: Some More Animated Movies Beyond Pixar

Hey! It looks like people really liked the first post, so let’s do it again. This time I’m going to expand the rules a little bit and show you 10 movies that were not produced by Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks, or Studio Laika. Hope you find something cool!

Kirikou and the Sorceress (Kirikou et la Sorcière, 1998)



The breakout hit of French animation master, Michel Ocelot, Kirikou and the Sorceress is an invented fairytale drawing from west African folklore. You’ll immediately notice the style, how it alternates between very lush, lovingly rendered scenery and somewhat limited animation. A lot of the limitations of this movie can be chocked up to the infant-status of French animation at the time, but in spite of a few reused walk-cycles Kirikou is a wonderful film! In fact, Kirikou was such a success in French theaters that it spawned its own sequel in 2005, Kirikou and the Wild Beasts.

The story recounts the birth and early travails of Kirikou, an impetuous but incredibly clever infant boy. Kirikou’s village has been all-but enslaved by the evil sorceress Karaba. It’s up to Kirikou to keep his ailing villagers safe from the sorceress, and find a way to stop Karaba for good.

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Sita Sings the Blues (2008)

Sita Sings the Blues is an interesting creature, it’s actually been released under the Creative Commons license, so you can download it for free right now. A labor of love by cartoonist/animator Nina Paley, the movie is entirely animated with Adobe Flash. Ordinarily I’m not very fond of flash animation, it’s become the new fad in TV because it’s cheap, and has unfortunately ushered in a new era of bland, limited animation cartoons (Teen Titans Go, I’m looking at you). That said, Sita Sings the Blues is a wonderful example of how an artist can exceed & in some cases exploit the limitations of Flash to create really charming cartoons brimming with beautiful designs.

Featuring 4 different animation styles and an overabundance of musical set pieces, Sita Sings the Blues contrasts the many trials and tribulations of the mythical Sita (wife of hindu folk hero, Rama) with the waning days of the animator’s own marriage. Interspersed between these two stories is a more light-hearted retelling of the Ramayana (the story of Rama) by indian shadow puppets.

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My Dog Tulip (2009)

My Dog Tulip recounts the trials and tribulations of one Mr. Ackerley as he attempts to raise his bratty german shepherd, Tulip. The most striking feature of this film is its styling, which can charitably be called “impressionistic” but more accurately be deemed “scribbly”. Everything is freeform, and the models shift and twist into the most expressive shapes for their given scenes. Considering that every one of its 60,000+ frames is actually an individually-rendered digital painting, the movie becomes quite impressive.

This is a very restful movie, aimed at an older audience, so save it for when you next want to relax. At once charming, silly, dry, and very juvenile, it’s hard not to smile as you watch Ackerley’s animated self blunder through raising his dog. And though Ackerley shamelessly anthropomorphizes Tulip, the film (quite refreshingly) will never let you forget that she’s a silly, fidgety dog.

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Perfect Blue (Pāfekuto Burū, 1997)

While Japan produces a lot of animation, most of it is just miserable crap. That said, every so often someone amazing gets to make a movie. Writer/director Satoshi Kon was one of those people.

Kon’s directorial debut, Perfect Blue, is an intriguing, upsetting, suspenseful, and frightening movie. A young pop star leaves music for acting, but is traumatized by her first role. Shellshocked by her first experience, the actress falls into a fugue state, and the people involved in the production start dying. All signs point to the murderer being the actress, and while she should be recovering she’s inadvertently pulled into the world of an obsessive stalker who has been watching her every move.

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The Illusionist (L’Illusionniste, 2010)

Based on a recovered script by legendary French comedian/director, Jacques Tati, The Illusionist is the story of the last bright spark of an aging stage magician’s career. Tati loosely based the film on his own stage career, which happened to start at a time when many stage acts were being muscled out of venues by young, hip rock bands. Supposedly Tati wrote the original script as an attempt to reconcile with his eldest daughter, whom he had abandoned as a baby. This is heavily-disputed. Delicately-rendered and beautifully-told, the Illusionist features no distinguishable dialogue, but its sentiments come across crystal-clear.

An older, struggling French magician takes a gig out in the Scottish boonies, and in the process picks up a new fan who thinks his magic is real. The result is a quirky father/daughter relationship between two strangers, the adoration of one keeping the other going during one of the darkest times of his life.

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The Secret of NIMH (1982)

If you’re going to talk American animation beyond the big 3 studios then you have to go back, before the Disney Renaissance. If you’re going to talk American animation before the Disney Renaissance then there are two giant, inescapable names that you must address: Don Bluth and Ralph Bakshi. Let’s talk about a Don Bluth movie.

It’s easy to forget, now that Disney has been ascendant for 25 years, but from the 60s to the end of the 80s Disney’s animation studio nearly shut down half a dozen times. Having endured this long decline, Don Bluth, one of Disney’s veteran animators and directors, had enough. He left Disney and took 16 of the studio’s animators with him, intent on getting back to basics and producing feature-length animated films again. His name might not ring a bell, but you’ve definitely seen his movies: An American Tail 1 & 2 (the Fievel movies), All Dogs Go To Heaven, Anastasia, and the original Land Before Time were all Don Bluth movies. The Secret of NIMH was actually Bluth’s first post-Disney feature film, which unfortunately means it’s less well-known than some of his later successes.

The Secret of NIMH shows us the life of a simple farm mouse, Mrs. Brisby. Mrs. Brisby’s son is very sick, and she desperately needs help moving him before her home is destroyed by the farmer’s plough. The only ones that can help are the mysterious rats of the rose bush, strange, almost magical creatures that seem to have known her late husband.

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American Pop (1981)

If you’re going to talk American animation beyond the big 3 studios then you have to go back, before the Disney Renaissance. If you’re going to talk American animation before the Disney Renaissance then there are two giant, inescapable names that you must address: Don Bluth and Ralph Bakshi. Let’s talk about a Ralph Bakshi movie.

The king of rotoscope, Ralph Bakshi is the guy who really created and explored the idea that animation doesn’t always have to be for kids. What’s rotoscope? It’s literally animating on top of live-action footage. For ages it was used as a pre-CGI method for creating special effects (the original Star Wars, for example, featured heavy rotoscoping). Bakshi was the first director to use it to animate entire movies, admittedly with mixed success. Rotoscoping allows for incredibly realistic movement, but is (surprisingly) bad at translating facial expressions.

Considered one of Bakshi’s better movies, American Pop is an alternate history retelling of the rise of pop music in the United States. The story is presented through the eyes of four generations of a Russian Jewish immigrant family, each of whom has a profound impact on the music industry of their respective day. It’s a fascinating look at the type of people who defined musical genres through the years.

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Azur & Asmar: The Princes’ Quest (Azur et Asmar, 2006)

Another original fairytale from Michel Ocelot! Ocelot has this fantastic skill of drawing from all points of a culture’s folklore and making a movie that’s at once evocative of its inspiration but satisfyingly original.

This time around Ocelot draws from dozens of Arabic folk tales, including some of the more infamous stories of 1,001 Arabian Nights. He also employed a new technique for 3D animation, rendering non-photo-realistic figures on top of painted backgrounds. The effect is absolutely stunning, and gives the entire movie a storybook feeling without looking like a series of drawings. It’s absolutely overflowing with rich colors and intricate arabic designs, and is a complete treat to behold.

The story: On the French countryside two boys are inexplicably born with the exact same destiny: to save the djinn fairy of the east. One is born to a wealthy french household, the other is born to an Arabic nursemaid working in the same household. The boys grow together, are forced apart, and eventually meet back up as fate guides them towards their shared destiny.

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A Town Called Panic (Panique au village, 2009)



Most of the animated feature films worth a damn are dramas and serious adventure movies. They can start to weigh on you, if you watch them one after another. That’s why it’s so fantastic that movies like A Town Called Panic exist. An unapologetically silly, borderline nonsensical comedy that injects you into its bizarre world for 80 minutes and keeps you entertained the entire time.

A stop-motion animated feature that uses action figures (kind of like the old KaBlam! shorts on Nickelodeon), based on a Belgian/French TV series of the same name, A Town Called Panic recounts the lives of Horse, Cowboy, and Indian. Three roommates in a small rural town. It’s your average guys-order-too-many-bricks-for-a-birthday-present-then-accidentally-destroy-their-house-then-as-they’re-attempting-to-fix-the-house-with-the-bricks-aquatic-dwellers-start-stealing-their-half-finished-house romp. And it’s a delight. Highly recommended!

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The Secret of Kells (2009)

The Secret of Kells is a glorious reminder that 2D animation is very much alive, and capable of being infinitely improved upon. In this case the movie is animated with stylized 2D drawings, but uses computer graphics to add color-washes and other subtle effects. The overall product is an all-too-rare visual treat in a medium that’s increasingly becoming a victim of computer technology, when it should be a beneficiary.

A young boy raised among monks finds his calling as a manuscript illuminator. But in order to become skilled enough to illuminate the legendary Book of Iona he’ll have to brave the dangerous forests of Kells and discover nature’s secrets from its wild pagan spirits.