the bear story is a family story

Sibling story time!

So my brother memorizes movie dialogues. He literally can remember all the lines after having watched a movie for the first time. I don’t think he does that on purpose, he’s just great at remembering things.

And being as he is, he likes to mess with people when watching tv with them. He’s always saying the line 0.35 sec before the characters say them.

So here we are, all 4 sibling huddled up on the couch, about to watch a movie.
You have to know, we are HUGE Disney fans. As we were about to start the movie, Brother Bear that we must have seen 50 times already, we decided to play a prank on my brother.

I tell him to go to the bathroom before the movie start because there will be no pee breaks and when he’s gone we switch the language from French to Canadian French.
He gets back, we start the movie, and just before the first lines come on screen, the brother proudly blasts them out. 0.35 sec later, DIFFERENT lines are spoken.

My brother stands up from the couch, and looks at us. His eyes are wide open as if he just cheated death, he puts his hands on his face like Kevin McAllister and mutters: “I have failed…”

He was horrified, it was glorious

Us.

Sau khi bác sỹ khẳng định tụi chị không giữ được em bé, chị nhớ là chị ngồi trong phòng khám, nhìn qua cửa sổ thấy ảnh đang đợi giữa rất nhiều bà bầu ngoài sân mà không nói được gì cả. Chị thấy ảnh ngồi với một khuôn mặt mà chị không bao giờ quên, khuôn mặt mà những hy vọng và chờ đợi, mong muốn và hạnh phúc bị tan vỡ hết, chị thấy tất cả những điều đó trong sự im lặng, cái cách ảnh ngồi bất động trong sân chờ.

Trên đường taxi về, cả 2 không nói gì hết, chị không khóc được chút nào luôn. Những xe máy xung quanh, chị bán hàng chỗ khu nhà thờ có 2 cha con dừng lại mua đồ ăn trưa, mọi thứ trong thế giới này vẫn bình thường mà chỉ có thế giới của chị, trong chiếc taxi đó, trong bụng chị là mãi mãi không như cũ nữa. Ảnh quay sang nhìn chị, nắm tay, lời đầu tiên mà ảnh nói ra, không phải là với chị, mà với đứa bé, rằng “con ơi, con đừng nghĩ những chuyện này sẽ thay đổi bất cứ điều gì, nếu nó đã làm được một điều thì nó đã làm ba thương con, thương mẹ con nhiều hơn bao giờ hết” lúc đó chị thấy được một sợi dây kết nối rất mạnh được sinh ra từ tình yêu vô vàn của anh chị với em bé. Nên dù ở tháng thứ 5 đã biết mình sẽ mất con, chị quyết định không phá thai.

Chị nghĩ vậy, tại sao mình phải xem như con mất rồi, chỉ chờ ngày đi lấy ra một cách lạnh lùng? Tại sao mình không nghĩ rằng mỗi ngày em còn trong bụng mẹ là mỗi ngày mình cần phải ngợi ca cuộc sống, tán dương những điều tốt đẹp còn sót lại? Quyết định không phá thai có nghĩa là chị sẽ phải đợi đúng ngày để đẻ em ra, chị sẽ trải qua hơn 20 tiếng trong phòng hộ sinh chỉ để bước ra khỏi bệnh viện mà không có em bé trên tay… Nhưng chị nghĩ con của tụi chị nó xứng đáng nhiều hơn như vậy, hơn những sự trầm cảm, hơn những nỗi buồn đau bị giấu mỗi một bà mẹ không giữ được con của mình trên khắp thế giới.

Anh chị quyết định làm một group trên Facebook mang tên Baby Angie’s Register of Kindness, nơi mà, chị và những người bạn của chị mỗi ngày từ lúc biết tin cho đến khi đưa em ra bụng mẹ, nhân rộng những hành động tốt đẹp để em bé của chị ở trên kia cảm thấy tự hào về cha mẹ của mình. Bất ngờ lắm, hơn 200 người từ khắp nơi đã biết đến group! Mỗi ngày thức dậy, chị thấy tên em bé được nhắc đến lúc khi họ quyên góp cho một tổ chức tít tận Kenya, trồng một cái cây ở Bangladesh, và hạnh phúc nhất chính là một người bạn của anh chị sau khi nghe câu chuyện của Angie, đã ủng hộ phí phẫu thuật cho một đứa trẻ nghèo ở Việt Nam!

Em bé chị nếu còn sống, sẽ được mang tên Angie Mai Khiêm, Mai là tên của mẹ chị, còn Khiêm là tên con đường Nguyễn Bỉnh Khiêm, nơi chị và anh ngày đầu dọn về sống chung với nhau, nơi em bé này và tất cả tình thương của bọn chị, tất cả sự tử tế, bắt đầu.

(ảnh nhân vật cung cấp)

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(Note: This is the part 2 of the interview. To read part 1, click here.)

Stephen Anderson began his career at Disney as a storyboard artist on Tarzan. He then served as Head of Story on The Emperor’s New Groove and Brother Bear, before making the leap to director on Meet the Robinsons.

So how did Stephen first hook up with Disney, and how many Meet the Robinsons-related anecdotes can I squeeze from his brain? Let’s find out in the second part of our EXCLUSIVE three-part interview…


Part 2: Working at Disney


The Disney Elite: You started your career at Disney as a storyboard artist on Tarzan. How did that come about?


Stephen Anderson: I got to Disney through a colleague at Hyperion. I became friends with Kevin Lima, who came to Hyperion to direct a feature adaptation of Thumbalina. His co-director was Chris Buck, who had been my animation teacher at CalArts. I helped out on that film as much I could because I loved the idea and I loved working with those two. Eventually the project got shelved and those guys left. Kevin went to Disney and directed A Goofy Movie and after that, Disney wanted him to direct Tarzan. He chose Chris Buck as his co-director and so, because of those connections, I was able to become a part of their story team on Tarzan. We’ve all heard that cliche about how so much of success is who you know? This was a perfect example of that.





The Disney Elite: After working in Story on Tarzan, The Emperor’s New Groove and Brother Bear, you made the leap to director on Meet the Robinsons. Would you explain how you made that huge transition?


Stephen Anderson: First off, the only thing I wanted to do more than be an animator was to be a director. In fact, directing (and screenwriting/filmmaking in general) really took over the older I got. As a teenager, I started seeing more diverse kinds of movies, learning about filmmakers, reading about how movies are made, about screenplay structure, about what a director is, and I grew to love the idea of moviemaking. It was really the films of Steven Spielberg that changed my path and made me want to be a director. First off, the level of emotion and audience reaction that I saw and felt when I watched his films was something I wanted to be able to give to an audience someday. Loving his films then made me want to learn more about him so through reading articles and interviews and watching ‘making of’ specials, I decided that that’s what I wanted to do. So this was always the goal beyond the goal.


After Tarzan, I became interested in pursuing the Head of Story role and was fortunate to be asked to fill that role on Groove and on Brother Bear. I had asked, before Brother Bear, if I could be considered for a directing position in the future so we were already having that conversation. Since I’d been performing leadership roles, they were open to the idea. I helped develop a project for the studio on the side, during the last year of Brother Bear, with the thought that if it continued, I’d be the director. It did NOT continue. I finished Brother Bear, moved back to California (because we had to relocate to Orlando for that project), and was then handed a script for A Day with Wilbur Robinson





The Disney Elite:Meet the Robinsons was one of Disney’s early entries into CG animated features. While Pixar had already released such brilliant films as Toy Story, Toy Story 2 and The Incredibles, over at Disney there was just Dinosaur and Chicken Little. Was Meet the Robinsons always intended as a CG film, and were you at all nervous and/or hesitant about making it one?



Stephen Anderson: Boy, the memory is getting hazy but, as far as I can remember, MtR was always intended to be a CG feature. Yes, in fact I remember that while I was still on Brother Bear, the announcement was made that the studio was transitioning out of hand drawn. I was slightly anxious about doing CG just because it was something new I had to learn on top of already trying to learn how to be a good director. But to me, the creative stuff is always the biggest challenge and the thing that occupies my mind most of the time. Disney has the best people in the world so I’m always confident that the movie will look good, sound good, etc. And I was lucky to have such great artistic and technical leadership surrounding me. I trusted them to help me out if I was confused or uncertain about the technology. They all gave me a boot camp in computer animation at the beginning so I felt like I had a pretty good foundation starting out and I felt safe asking about anything I didn’t know.





The Disney Elite: Meet the Robinsons was the first of Disney’s CG films that made me think, “Now THIS is the perfect pairing of film and format!” The slick, shiny surfaces of the CG at that time really served to complement the futuristic, retro/moderne look of your film. Not only that, but while Pixar was aiming more and more for a photorealistic approach to their animation, your cartoon was, well, CARTOONY! And not just the backgrounds and characters, but also the animation itself. For a relatively early CG film, you got some gorgeously goofy character animation in there! If you wouldn’t mind, would you make a list of the films – animated or otherwise – that you used as inspiration for Meet the Robinsons?


Stephen Anderson: Well story-wise, we looked at the movie You Can’t Take It With You. It’s also about an eccentric family with quirky personalities and passions. Bill Joyce, the author/illustrator of the book that MtR is based on, told me that You Can’t Take It With You was a huge influence on him when he was creating the Robinson family. With our art director, Robh Ruppel, we talked a lot about The Wizard of Oz and how that movie goes from a sepia palette to a Technicolor palette and that influenced the look of the distant past (when we see Lewis’ mother giving him up it’s sepia) and the future (bright, bold and Technicolor). With the animators, we looked at scenes of Jim Carrey as inspiration for both Wilbur and Bowler Hat Guy. Also a lot of Looney Tunes. We used to say that Lewis is a Disney character and Wilbur and the Robinsons are Warner Looney Tunes characters. Lewis moves in more of a solid, natural, Disney-type of animation and the Robinsons are zippier and invade your personal space more like Looney Tunes characters. Those are some of the main influences I can think of.





The Disney Elite: Another wonderfully cartoony element of the film is your choice of voice-actors. The voice-work often reminds me more of 1960s Hanna-Barbera cartoons than anything Disney was doing at the time. I mean, there are some really unexpected picks in there (Batman’s Adam West, Roseanne’s Laurie Metcalf, There’s Something About Mary’s Harland Williams), all of whom do an AMAZING job. Oh, and then there’s YOU – voicing not one, not two, but THREE characters, including the mustache-twirling Bowler Hat Guy! Care to share the story behind that bit of kismet casting?


Stephen Anderson: Thank you for saying that about our voice actor choices. I’ve always been such a fan of those classic voice actors and I liked approaching our casting that way. We thought it best to not go with big names, but just solid character performers. To me, actors who have experience in theater, sketch comedy and improv are really best for animation because they know how to create strong and clear characters.


As far as my involvement goes, it’s pretty simple. I’m sure you know about the work-in-progress reels that we create, where we take our story boards and cut them to temp vocals, music and sound fx. Well, I did the temp voices for those characters and, after several screenings with my voice in there, folks just got used to it and eventually I became the voice of those characters. It was the same with other members of the team. Frankie the Frog, Uncle Gaston and Lewis’ coach, Lefty the butler, the t-rex that BHG unleashes - those were all voiced by members of the story crew.





The Disney Elite: Meet the Robinsons is one of those rare movies that makes me tear up every time I watch it. This is all the more rare seeing as how for most of the film, it’s funny, funny, FUNNY. It seems to me like this kind of emotional punch can only be created when a writer/director is willing to put their own emotions and experiences into their work. Was this true for you? And if so, would you mind sharing a bit of your personal story that effected the story being told in Meet the Robinsons?


Stephen Anderson: The adoption part of the story was not in Bill Joyce’s original book. That was something that two development executives and a writer had built in to the first draft of the script, long before I’d come on to the project. When the studio handed me that script, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. While my story differs from Lewis’, I still totally identified with his quest to know who his mother is and to find out why she gave him up. And the studio had no idea that I was adopted so it was a complete coincidence. Because I understood Lewis so well, I was able to bring out that emotional side much more. It was there in the original draft, but I felt we could strengthen it.


The theme of 'Keep Moving Forward’ evolved out of early discussions about adoption and my personal feelings about it. My parents were very open with me about it and told me I was adopted at a very early age. They used to tell me that when I became 18, I could access my records and find out who my birth parents were and that they would support me in that. So for many years, I looked towards that age as a big milestone and I was determined to find out where I came from. Then one day, I realized my 18th birthday had come and gone and I’d totally forgotten about starting this search. I’d gotten distracted by life, CalArts, starting a career, getting married, etc. And I was so lucky to have been adopted by such a loving family. What would finding my birth parents change? Nothing really. In fact, I’ve heard stories about people having very negative experiences reconnecting with birth parents and that sometimes it makes things worse for them. So the important thing was to not focus on the past but on the positive present and the promising future. And that helped us all realize that that’s exactly what Lewis is going through too.


The Disney Elite. Wow. I’m damned near speechless. That right there made my day, my week, my YEAR. That was incredibly moving and inspiring, Stephen. Thanks so much for sharing that.





Thursday: In Part 3 of our interview, Stephen Anderson tells us about his life at Disney post-Meet the Robinsons. There’s his work as director on Winnie the Pooh, his place in Disney’s famed ‘Story Trust’…oh, and his upcoming, TOP SECRET animated feature film project! He’ll also offer some GREAT advice for folks hoping to make art their life. If this sounds like YOU, make sure to come back and check it out. I hope you’ll join us!


All art via Stephen Anderson’s Instagram

NOTE: This interview would not have been possible without the kindness and assistance of tumblr user Morgan – a.k.a. that-guy-in-the-bowler-hat. Morgan runs the internet’s PREMIER Meet the Robinsons archive and fansite. If you are a fan of MtR, you MUST check out his tumblr a.s.a.p.!

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(( Collaboration with TheNamelessDoll

Nameless and I decided a while ago that we’d like to create a concept for a new Disney film. 

We wanted to go for a story based on Japanese culture and legends, and both of us really loved the concept of Yuki-Onna. She’s a character that is prevalent throughout Japanese lore, but she doesn’t seem to have a specific origin story. Yuki-Onna is portrayed in many tales as being evil and violent, yet in others she is seen as good and serene, so we decided to take some creative license and make Yuki-Onna into two separate characters. We then went on to create our own origin legend surrounding her.

The story is set in the Muromachi period of Japan. Some of the names may be familiar, since they are based off of the noble class of the time. Our intent was not to be historically accurate, but simply to draw from names and stories based on the time period and the culture.

Hope you guys enjoy it! :D ))

Disclaimer: We do not own the movies which were used to created these images. We only take credit for editing and the story. Movies used: Brother Bear II, Fantasia 2000, Grave of the Fireflies, Lilo & Stitch, Millennium Actress, Mulan I-II, Peter Pan II, Pocahontas I-II, Princess Mononoke, Wolf Children

WINTERTIDE: The tale of Yuki Onna 

(developed by TheNamlessDoll and Lettherebedoodles, written by Lettherebedoodles.)

Every Winter when the snow starts to fall, the people of Japan huddle inside their homes with their families, away from the frigid white wasteland beyond the door.

Every Winter she watches them through the frosted glass, her pale skin barely distinguished from the snow around her, her eyes glinting from behind waves of long ebony hair. It is her job to see that the snow falls, that the winter comes and resets the world, preparing for the new beginning… However, human’s don’t seem to like the cold. They dread her return, and shun her when she arrives. They fear her… she is alone.

Yuki-Onna, the snow woman.

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Yuki-Onna was an ancient spirit. When she first came to be, she was the sole keeper of winter, controlling both the calm and the violence of the season. She would gently lay down snowflakes to create a beautiful frozen wonderland, then set it off in a blizzard, watching her work fly into a million pieces. She loved both the serenity and chaos of winter.

However, she began to realize that the human’s feared her. They would often get caught up in her frenzies, a dangerous situation for mortals. Yuki became increasingly lonely as the human’s drew further and further away from her frigid nature.

In a moment of anger, Yuki lashed out at the human’s who rejected her, sending an avalanche crashing down on their village. After the rage passed, the spirit was horrified by the devastation left in her wake.

Her anguish caused her to tear her soul in two, casting her dark and violent half to the earth.

Where it landed, a woman formed from the snow, coming to life to take Yuki’s place as the tumultuous nature of winter. Tsurara-Onna, the ice woman.

Yuki’s sinister half, angered by Yuki’s rejection, carried on the tasks that Yuki could not bring herself to take part in. Tsurara relished the cries of fear, she basked in the chaos. She was everything Yuki was not.

Yuki had created a monster, and she was now too timid and gentle, to combat her violent counterpart.

On stormy nights when the wind whistled through the trees, the village could hear Tsurara singing to the timid Yuki, taunting, “You are weak, but you are mine. I cannot be rid of you, so I shall keep you to myself.”  

For years, Yuki and Tsurara continued their tasks, and Tsurara made sure to destroy any glimmer of hope Yuki found. Each time a human stumbled into the forest, Tsurara was there. It took all of Yuki’s remaining strength to protect the mortals, and fend off the crazed ice spirit.

Yet, no matter how Yuki tried, the humans still feared her. They saw the two women, with their pale skin and ink black hair, as one frightening being. Thus, many isolated winters passed, until one fateful day a young girl stumbled into the forest.

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A collaboration between myself, and @varvau

Story is conveyed and built with uncountable methods. A creator’s ability must transcend the Great Lie into Great Truth through varying degrees of Originality, often misidentified with the expression, “Everything’s been done, nothing new.” Lottery ball machines are, mostly, identical but their drawn numbers are unique. Traditional weddings in the Americas happen every week; no two are exactly the same. Originality concerns execution, not the fact something exists. With execution comes perspective. 


Ponder the story above. It is about trade, or is it? Certainly a subject, this trade, for an exchange of items is quite occurring. One could prattle endless an account of these creatures sharing daily trade with nothing more said. If that be the inclination expressed, all within earshot must question the extent of that speaker’s exposure to other cultures and their varying forms of relaying information. 

“But, this is a piece of fiction, it’s not serious!” speak many detractors of those seeking to create stories and worlds for a living, and later express devout love for, you guessed, another work of fiction. Twelve years ago, as of this writing, I was told by a doctor, who knew me since Grade V, my pursuit in creating stories and worlds was a “fantasy”, that I should speak with her whenever I “wished to return to the real world”. Quite, she did not believe in the profession of writing in general. Her entire practice depends on literature. That she worked with youths only increased the importance of fiction in their development—yet there she was, advising someone against creating new things, and making their own life decisions. I had, some years earlier than this encounter, decided for myself the what’s-to-do. I’ve not revisited that doctor, and never will.

Works of fiction are quite real for their creators, and some refer to their work as children. Readers identify with fiction for various reasons, and to them it may be more real than what is. A fictional world can be fabulous or grotesque, and still escape from ugly reality. Experiencing a foreign culture grants the same effect. One can tell a good story alone, a great story set in a well-designed world, or if they choose: deliver an immersion in time and place. The decision depends on goals.

Suppose you were dropped there, in that market, without knowledge of local culture, and didn’t die of shock at the sight of non-human beings, who bear likeness to our feral beasts, engaging in very human-like behavior. They don’t speak your language, no guides exist in your first, second, third, or any language familiar. Perhaps, you’re a linguist and realize none of their languages match recognizable lingual families.


In your face there’s scent as language, unless they’ve come to ignore or subdue natural body odor as humans did. It doesn’t factor within your ears, the possibility they employ hypersonic and subsonic sounds humans cannot perceive without specialized equipment, but—oh dear— you’re not naturalist with such equipment or deign leave a comfortable living for work in the middle of nowhere without many modern conveniences.

You quickly realize they posses no mobile phones, digital music players, any sort of advanced electronics, the internal combustion engine, telegraphs and wire transfer, gas lighting, and manure piles in the streets from who-knows-what that pulls their carts—if they did, then a copy- paste from the human world they wouldn’t be. How ever will you survive when so much isn’t

standard for your time and place? Maybe you should “try everything”, the worst advice ever given, except on desperation or a four-for-one sale at Inspired By de Sade. Following it may result in your demise.

The Didelphimorph on the right sells textiles and foodstuffs. Isn’t that nice? But…can you eat, let alone touch it? Is the Caniform vulnerable to certain foods the other may consume without problem? We’ve plants here, on Earth by example, quite hostile. Nasty little things like Gympie (Dendrocnide moroides), a perfectly normal horse-killer from hell that inflicts enough pain victims prefer suicide. Or, perhaps, your fancy is Manchineel (Hippomane mancinella), the adorably named Beach Apple. That one, dear, is truthfully a botanical death machine: a drop of moisture runoff from this tree blisters skin and corrodes automotive paint. Do you want to blister skin and corrode automotive paint? That’s how you blister skin and corrode automotive paint.


And don’t even think about the water. Travel between countries on your own planet, and you’ll find water of varying qualities to which the local population is immune, but you are not.

Your advantage is disadvantage. For the purposes of this example, they’ve no idea you’re even present. And, in regards to this specific civilization, where would you be without Jerome and myself? We’re to blame for dragging you into this otherworldly soiree where you’ve stuck a spoon in the ceiling but hey, you’re still alive. What’s mundane and automatic for this place is unknown for you: a language of Color, Shape, and Posture.

Let us start with the Caniform left, so eager to spend money. Upon his cape are two layers. Green, in local culture, is life and fertility while Brown’s is commonality of the every day. Technically, it is an off-white baize, but still counts as Brown.

That he wears a cape, not a tunic, tells of simplicity, good spirits, and the colors that he is newly wed and possibly expecting to become a father or has adopted a youth. The ceremony was not extravagant, a casual affair with a small number of close friends and relatives. Take note: local culture. His own native, that he’s possibly abandoned, may not define marriage in the same way, or practice it. Their definition of the “family unit” having two parents may not be.

Continuing down to his pantaloons, here again Green, and White. He comes from a lineage of relatively healthy individuals for legs carry the continuity of bloodlines. White is preparedness, but may speak inexperience and innocence towards the large change in his life. The Black tassels on the closure of his satchel indicate he contemplated life behind a sword; that they dangle free means he chose against, for warriors don’t wear needless items an enemy could grab and use against them.


On Shape, the leading edge of his cape being that color proclaims he’s nothing hidden and the vertical lines in his pantaloons speak twice: Green for a very stable family with little to no internal drama. White for a family young, perhaps 1-3 generations old, not big enough for a massive number of non-immediate members. 

On Posture, outwardly it is engaged in business. His open paws forward money and show he intends no harm. That he stands over the Didelphimorph is protection—he’s watching for anyone who’d steal. If he were bent, leveling their eyes, then an abrasive or unfriendly challenge it would become.

The Didelphimorph also wears a shade of White upon his legs, inexperienced where he is, possibly having moved from another region, or country, and is learning this new place. 

Upon his tunic is the survival and security of Blue. By wearing it close to his face, he proclaims status as a merchant who will not price gouge, dependable with good reputation of maintaining stock, and believes in honesty first. The shade lacks vividness; he is not fond for usurping local government. Here, wearing complete vivid blue on more than 25% of one’s clothes is punishable by execution. The golden bangle indicates prosperity, and that he recently wed.

On Shape, the off-white motif of an arch on the tunic suggests inexperience or preparedness in one particular aspect. The style refers to a building designed for residents, and he has acquired a living space. However, in local mental health definitions of shape, it means “halfway to stability”. This creature suffered from something tragic or debilitating in his past, but has over come it. That the arch is placed on the sleeve indicates confinement of some kind, either physical or social. The leading edge, also of the same color, reinforces his honesty as like the Caniform’s cape reinforces simplicity. Upon his bangle, the circle in his native culture describes a marriage under strict contract, the addition of ovals define immense flexibility within that contract.

On Posture, that his eyes are not on the Caniform entrusts he won’t be attacked, and accepts the other’s protection. They are likely very familiar with each other for the money is not set upon any surface, but held. The Didelphimorph, what most would call an opossum, does not have naturally exquisite eyesight. He’s near sighted, the Caniform knows it, and is aware his kind are mostly nocturnal yet the mid-day sun is high. Here is a merchant pushing his work hours into time of day when he should be asleep.

Bonus Material: The Red Textile

On Color, Red is power, therefore anyone who wears or places for decoration expresses it. Yellow carries various definitions, among them wealth. Black is self-moderation.

On Shape, triangles are important. The diamonds consist of two incomplete triangles, a sign of wealth shared, not hoarded. A bearer gives money to richer folk for investments in various causes, pays their fair taxes, and also gives to the needy below. The inverted, incomplete Yellow triangles near the Black X’s tell of one who gives more to the needy than to the rich. The Black X’s themselves are not viewed as two intersecting lines, but four incomplete triangles, designating establishment of inner peace. The Black Zigzag references inner peace despite unpredictability in life while the Yellow lines around it carry a second, separate definition from the above: financial stability is nearly unbreakable no matter what problems arise. Triangles without bases represent openness and invitation.

Bonus Material: The Money

On Color, the government that issued these notes considers all money equal, no matter who and what circumstances it derives, according to Brown. This includes money from illicit activities with varying stages of illegality and socially negativity. As long as it is legal tender, the government attaches no moral stigma to inanimate money even if it punishes the crime and may deal in shades.

On Shape, the rectangle declares stability of the mint, and the circle is “unchanging”. This society does not rate its money vs. others, being the prime standard. It sets boundary that it does not tolerate counterfeiting, punished by execution for the rectangle is also a block.

Unrelated factors aligned over many centuries, coming together at that precise instant and place, themselves forebears of the future in every aspect where physical and social sciences interact.  

This is World Discipline, more commonly known as Geography. Words are not required, though certainly they help. Walk into a bar in the United States, expect a full serving of beer as the definition of good service, and half considered bad. In another country, let alone world, a full serving of beer may be a local means of saying one should drink and leave, whereas a half- serving means stay: enjoy yourself, and what this place has to offer.

anonymous asked:

i know you write kick ass fics, i probably read all of them (and i love them so much!) but i was wondering if you could share some of your favourite fics? either the ones written by you or someone else?

Thanks so much cutie, I’m really happy to hear that! The fic I personally enjoyed writing the most was All He Ever Wanted, but I have so many fanfics by other authors that I adore. Below are some of my favourite APH Nordics fanfics, along with the synopsis and any pairings the fic has.


My Heart, In Segments by chalupakabra: Berwald is a man left alone, and Peter was a kid left behind. Berwald’s not really the perfect dad, Peter’s not really innocent anymore, and Tino’s not really sure he’s ready for something so real. But, maybe… maybe it’s time. (SuFin)

Gutters by glassamilk: ‘The Calamity’ has left the world stripped and dying. Alone in a civilian bunker in Munich, Sealand will be reunited with the last known living member of his surrogate family and together, they will set out across Europe to find those they have lost. 

Time and Time Again by champagnesly: In the here and now, wanting to feel a part of his new family, Sealand is infatuated with Sweden’s history and begs for stories from the Nordics, all while trying to match-make his Papa and Finland because that’s what sons do best.A story about past and present, love and forgiveness, and family. (SuFin, DenNor)

Coronation by champagnesly: Trondheim, 1906: After years of separation following the Treaty of Kiel, Denmark attends the coronation of Norway’s new king and discover what time had changed between them. (DenNor)

Tub Wars by caladino: This tub ain’t big enough for the both of us. (DenNor)

Bear Wolf by carriecmoney: A one-night stand turns a little tricky, but it’s nothing a few animals can’t handle. (SuFin) 

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes by glassamilk: Denmark is captured by the Black Mercy, an alien plant that slowly kills it’s victims by showing them a dream of their deepest desires. (DenNor, SuFin)

The Light Princess

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen. They were a happy couple but, more than anything in the world, they wanted a child. It took years but the royals finally got what they wished for. A beautiful baby daughter. Her hair was a golden as the sun, and her cheeks as pink as roses.

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OKAY, so, it’s story time, kiddies (and bear with me since it’s past 1:00 in the morning)!

I’ve been thinking about what Kitty would do if she were to be in @eliana55226838’s Bendy’s Mafia AU.  In this story, she would be a runaway orphan, trying to find shelter and hide from the authorities.  That’s where Bendy finds her.  Reluctantly, he lets her stay with him and his family until he was certain he could find her a new home.  There, they’d dress her in proper clothing and have the girl watch over and play with his and Chrystal’s son, Dylan.  Kitty looks up to Bendy, so she’d try to prove to him that she can fight bad guys and be tough, only for him to smile at her with amusement.  Eventually, with Chrystal’s agreement, Bendy decides to adopt Kitty himself as his “little sister” and Dylan’s new “aunt.”

Unfortunately, when the day of the incident came, Kitty wasn’t there to witness what had happened.  But she did find out afterwards, both from the news and from a crying Bendy.  Obviously, he feels deep regret and sorrow for what happened and now with Chrystal dead and Dylan resenting him, Kitty’s the only “family” Bendy has left.  Kitty tries to reason with her “nephew,” but they don’t see eye-to-eye and something bad happens between them, making matters even worse…


This took a LOT of time for me to wholly put together, from the sketching to the coloring.  But this was still something I enjoyed drawing because I’ve grown to love Bendy’s Mafia and admire Eliana as an artist.  Hope you like this, girl!  Keep up the good work!  ^^

Bendy and the Ink Machine © theMeatly
Bendy’s Mafia/Chrystal/Dylan © @eliana55226838
Kitty Cat/Artwork © @jordanthecat11 

Has anyone been mean to you because you choose to practice your deen?

Are you suffering from the mockery of people within your community or even in your family?

Has anyone made rumors about your piety or your dignity?

Have they become more severe as days and months pass by?

May Allah make things easy for you, let me share a story that would inspire you to bear more patience and tolerate such false accusations of people about you.
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Have you heard that story between Abu Jahl and the Prophet ? Do you not remember how cruel were the Quraish to the Prophet ?

Let me remind you of such cruelty in this one incident.

The narration talks more about Hamzah Ibn Abdul Muttalib Radiyallahu Anhu, the uncle of the Prophet ﷺ,  on how he came to embrace Islam but I will highlight only the incident between Abu Jahl and the Prophet ﷺ. 

This took place when Hamzah RA went on hunting and Abu Jahl took advantage of the absence of Hamza. He went to the Prophet ﷺ while he was sitting by the Mount As Safa and there spoke to him offensively denouncing his work and tried to humiliate him. 

With the beautiful character of the Prophet ﷺ, he did not say anything. He just said nothing to Abu Jahl but Abu Jahl continued to abuse him until he cast a stone on the Prophet’s ﷺ head.

Indeed, the Prophet ﷺ became wounded and he began to bleed. At this sight, Abu Jahl left him and went to the assembly of the Quraish and sat down with them.
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Have a moment to yourself, pause a little and reflect on what you have just read

Our beloved Prophet , who is bleeding out of the hatred of Abu Jahl, bore everything patiently. Every ill manner word thrown to him, every humiliation given to him by the Quraish, he bore it patiently.

Then, look at your own self, with a little word of mouth going around accusing you of something you never did or some rumors denouncing you, you become outraged that you want to hurt somebody. Don’t you think you are being [emulating] more of Abu Jahl than being [emulating] the Prophet ﷺ?

Come to think of it, how did the Prophet  bear all of those? Of course he is blessed because he is our beloved Prophet  but more than that his Lord is Allah!

He bore all of it patiently because he knows his Lord is Allah, the Almighty, the one with beautiful names and attributes, the one who responds to those who call upon Him! 

So, next time people talk ill about you rejoice for your bad deeds are being taken from you. The Prophet  bled out of a stone thrown at him but not a word came from his mouth while you are being thrown at words and just mere words that bear false and untrue stories and you react in a manner just like everyone else. 

O Slave of Ar Rahman, know that you are not like everyone else, you are a Muslim, a chosen one amongst billion of people in this world. Allah chose you to bear the shahada and worship Him. So react the way one Muslim should react and handle such situation.

Bear patiently for your Lord is Allah. 
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And we pray that Allah gives justice to all those who are persecuted for practising their deen and reveal the truth out of the false accusations they are being shaded with. 

Amin.

Zohayma

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For those who want to read the full narration as to how Hamzah RA embraced Islam, check As Sirah An Nabawiyaah of Ibn Hashim: 1/291-92 and At Taqabat Al Kubra of Ibn Sa’d 3/9

A separate article would be posted in regards to the story of Hamza RA embracing Islam in the coming days. in sha Allah.

Unsung Heroes

Summary: You recount how the Winchesters became heroes to you and the world, and how you learned to believe again.

Characters/Relationships: Sam x reader, Dean

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

Written for @mrsbatesmotel53‘s Motel Challenge. Prompt was Something to Believe In by Young the Giant

I’ll give you something to believe in, Burn up a basement full of demons, Realize you’re a slave to your mind, break free

By the end of a person’s stay, a motel room tells a story. The clothes and food wrappers and messy beds are details that let housekeeping know what a person did in town. If there’s sandy shoes, empty sunscreen bottles in the trashcan, and wet bathing suits hanging in the shower, then one could guess that the occupants went out on the lake for an afternoon of boating. If the maids find nothing much at all except a mildly ruffled bed cover, extra business cards fallen on the floor, and some takeout left on a table, then perhaps the person was only there on business.

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[GOLDEN KAMUY] Noda Satoru x Machiyama Tomohiro interview

To celebrate the publication of Golden Kamuy’s fifth volume, Natalie arranged a Skype interview between Noda Satoru and film critic Machiyama Tomohiro, who’s a fan of the manga. They must use Skype because Machiyama lived in the USA at the time of the interview. Noda-sensei expressed his desire to speak with Machiyama after he found out that the critic is a fan of his work.

Noda: I heard you’ve read Golden Kamuy. I also love movies so I really want to have a talk with you.

Machiyama: That’s right. Although I have never stated on TV or radio that I’m reading Golden Kamuy, it seems like Ijuuin Hikaru-san (Japanese comedian, radio personality - ty.) talked on radio about how we conversed about Golden Kamuy when we met. You are from Hokkaido, right. Are you still living there?

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the girl doesn’t really remember what it’s like to have a family. she doesn’t remember her parents, if she had any, or any siblings.

but party looks after her, checks her for wounds and gives up his water for her when she needs it. jet stands protectively in front of her during every clap, growling like an angry mother bear ready to maul anyone who looks at her cub the wrong way. ghoul tells her stories about the zones, ghost stories about the phoenix witch he heard from dr. death a long time ago, so they’re probably all wrong but they make the girl smile, and it fills the time spent in the back of the trans am moving from place to place every few days. and kobra- well, kobra tries to teach her karate, but they mostly horse around and play games like charades or tag with the others whenever the group isn’t fighting dracs, driving, or sleeping.

they’re dysfunctional as all hell, but the girl thinks of them as her family.

a moment's hesitation - part 5

The sun rose slowly, bringing with it a sense of dread few sunrises do.

He woke Mo Guan Shan shortly after six.

‘Ready to head out?’

The man looked exhausted, but nodded.

He Tian showed him what he’d left for him to pack, assuring him he was fine carrying the rest.

‘Alright, where do you live?’

‘Anderson and Greenview.’

He Tian nodded, handing him the second gun.

Mo Guan Shan held it like he was afraid it might explode.

‘Do you know how to use this.’

He shook his head quickly.

‘Have you ever shot a gun?’

‘No.’

‘A pellet gun? Paintball?’

‘No.’

‘Played a first person shooter video game?’

‘I was always more of a Mario kart fan.’

He Tian sighed.

Of course he was stuck with the only person his age that didn’t play call of duty.

He showed him how to hold it.

How to engage and disengage the safety.

He told him to squeeze the trigger gently.

And always use two hands.

‘Don’t shoot unless I tell you to or if it’s absolutely necessary. Keep your finger off the trigger unless you’re intending to pull it. It has a lot more kick than you’re ready for and if you’re not careful, you’ll break your nose.’

Mo Guan Shan listened carefully.

He was as visibly frightened as the captain felt.

‘We’re going to go slowly and carefully. It’ll take about an hour.’

‘Ok.’

He Tian wanted to give more instruction.

He wanted to tell him to think about everything he needed and what would be helpful for them.

But he was worried that would distract him from his recent lesson, and stopped himself.

Ten minutes later they let themselves out of the room and made their way to the exit.

Mo Guan Shan’s nerves ate away at the calm He Tian was trying to project.

Before they left the building, he turned, gripping the other man’s shoulders.

‘It’s going to be fine.’

‘What if it’s not?’

‘Then we’re going to die.’

‘Well, that makes me feel much better.’

He Tian studied his face, recognizing the panic and fear.

‘Just follow my lead and everything will be alright.’

‘Do you promise?’

The childish phrasing and fear in his eyes made his chest ache.

‘I promise.’ He lied.

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The street was as dead as it had been the last time he’d checked.

They walked in silence, sticking to the sidewalks and expecting the worst.

But there was nothing.

Not a trace of another being, human or otherwise.

They wound their way through the small neighborhood in silence, He Tian in the lead.

A quarter of an hour later Mo Guan Shan tapped his shoulder gently, indicating for him to stop.

The house was old and slightly rundown.

‘I have an alarm.’

Shit.

‘Turn it off as quickly as you can.’

Mo Guan Shan opened the door, squeezing through the opening immediately and silencing the shrill beeping before He Tian pushed his way in.

A low, deep, growl had He Tian’s finger on the trigger in less than a second.

Mo Guan Shan stepped directly in front of his pistol, pulling the animal back by the collar.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ He whispered.

From the picture, he’d been expecting a lapdog, twenty pounds at most.

This dog - Wolfgang - wasn’t quite that.

The captain sighed, closing the door behind him and arming the alarm.

The dog’s back reached Mo Guan Shan’s hip.

When he jumped up, excited to see his master, his paws rested easily on the man’s shoulders and he dwarfed him in height.

‘What the fuck is this?!’

‘Wolfgang. He’s an Irish wolfhound.’

‘We can’t take a dog this big with us. Too easily spotted.’

Mo Guan Shan watched him for a moment.
‘I’m not leaving him here.’

Of course not.

‘He’s too much of a liability. It won’t work.’

Mo Guan Shan and the dog glared at him.

‘I’m. Not. Leaving. Him.’

He Tian looked at the dog.

He’d positioned himself between the two of them.

He Tian had met a man on his first tour.

His family had moved from Ireland when he was a child.

He told stories and the men loved him for it.

He Tian’s favorite had been a story he’d tell about his grandfather.

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A young boy, nine or ten, depending on when he’s telling it, was walking through the woods.

He was sent to change the traps and collect their bounty.

The family dog had gone with him.

In the story, the dog had no name.

They walked quietly for a very long time.

A rustling of the leaves made the boy think of rabbits, but the dog knew better.

The rustling followed them as they checked the traps, filling the boy’s bag with enough to feed his family for the week.

Minutes from home, they were confronted by a large, black, bear.

His best bet would have been to throw the bag and run, going home empty handed.

However, as it turned out, he didn’t have to.

(Depending on the day, the story could be graphically violent, but, after a warning, he’d toned it down.)

Long story short, the dog had attacked the bear, killing it, and saving the boy.

It was one of his nicer stories.

One of the only ones with a happy ending.

-

Mo Guan Shan and Wolfgang both watched him as he holstered the gun, feeling every bit like the bear.

The dog had stopped growling, but still stood between them, hackles raised, daring He Tian to come closer.

He began to wonder if having him around might be helpful after all.

Canon Cockles things that don't need tinhatting~

* Cockles boat ride/date and family outing 🙈
* Cockles ice cream/frisbee date 😆
* Cockles sunset pictures (some could be used for romantic book covers 🙊)
* Cockles crab trap stories AKA ‘family stories 😜
* Cockles stripping (Misha) and the other one apparently enjoying the show 😉
* Cockles spa date (I wonder if it was a gift from Jensen to Misha for his b-day or Danneel or Vicky’s idea) 😁
* Jensen basically calling Misha handsome in his b-day tweet 😅
* Jensen liking Misha’s new cologne and Misha making sure he approved 😜
* Cockles nicknames: Dmitri ‘bring it on’, Mish, Mishka 🐻 (fave), teddy bear, puppy, and Jackles and ‘aloha cowboy’ (I would love to hear Misha call Jensen a cute name)
* Cockles on stage kiss (actually two if we count the ‘fake kiss) 😚
* Cockles longing stares, whispering in ears and arm/shoulder touches 😃
* Cockles grinding on stage and Misha’s mischievous hand on Jensen’s jewels 😅
* Jensen possessively wrapping his arm around Misha’s waist 😱
* Cockles ass tapping 😋
* Jealous cockles, kinda with Matt and Sebastian 😏
* Jensen’s grabbing Misha’s hand and gently caressing it on Matt’s shoulder (Wiggles eyebrows, they should have an emoji for that 😶)
* Jared kinda outing Cockles with his multiple suggestive jokes lol ( God bless that big moose 🙏🏼)
*Cockles Twitter flirting 🔫
*Cockles bleeding to Destiel
*All the dirty jokes between Jensen and Misha in the bloopers (I’m crying because of all the ones we would never see 😭)
* Don’t get me started on octopus Jensen during cockles photo ops AND the unicorn laughs, also the whipped looks on their faces EWW! 😖
* Jensen’s accent kink (indiarussia anyone?)

* And how could I forget the Cockles on stage orgasm?! Well, it was Misha but Jensen’s eyes almost came out of his sockets, among other things 😅

What else am I forgetting? I know I’m forgetting plenty but I need to go back to sleep. Add your own if you remember any ~

Bye 👣

anonymous asked:

Do you think that Marvel majorly fucks up with it's female characters. The only non super/special ones we get to see are Pepper and Jane and they disapeared.

Yeah. Marvel need to do better. In the MCU (Just the films because I’m p sure the Netflix stuff is sorta in its own universe), thus far we have:
- Maria
- Pepper
- Nat
- Wanda
- Jane
- Darcy

- Maria we know literally nothing about. She showed up in Avengers to help them all out and TWS to help Steve out, but we actually know nothing about her. Any substance that the fanbase believes about her in the MCU comes from fanon, not from what Marvel have actually delivered.

- Pepper we basically only ever see in relation to Tony. She hasn’t got her own story. She’s just there to be part of Tony’s story. She’s there to enhance Tony’s story, not to be her own. And then, when they wanted to give Tony some added manpain, they got rid of her temporarily.

- Nat is probably the most frustrating because there’s So Much potential for good story there. This is an ex spy, an ex soviet assassin who was trained during her childhood to be this unstoppable force to be reckoned with. And what did Marvel give us from that? Nat thinks she’s a monster because she can’t have children, as if the ability to bear children is the only thing that makes women, women. They give us little bits but never develop.

- Wanda, okay has only been in 2 movies, and to be fair, I personally think her story is actually the most developed of all the women in the MCU. We know about her family, we know about her time with Hydra, we know she lost her brother and feels like she’s alone now, we know she spent so long being afraid of her powers. So like, we know about Wanda. But they erased the fact that Wanda is Jewish, and not only did they erase it, they also had it so Pietro and Wanda volunteered to be experimented on by Hydra, a Nazi organisation, which, when you remember she’s supposed to be Jewish, is pretty gross.

- Jane, much like Pepper, is really only there to enhance Thor’s story. Outside of “dates Thor and does science” what do we really know about her? Nothing really, there’s no substance at all.

- Darcy i literally couldn’t tell you anything about. Works with Jane??? Associated with Thor??? Like that’s it, there’s nothing else there. That’s not a character Marvel, she’s essentially a glorified prop.

And then like, pushing back Captain Marvel to make room for yet more male led content. Marvel needs to do better with its female characters, it needs to do better with literally all its characters that aren’t straight white men.

Honestly there’s so much I love about Casablanca Memories that I can’t discount it, though I get why other people hate it. It does end with a 13-year-old and a guy who’s likely around 20+ kissing. It does undermine all the awesome ace and/or lesbian headcanons around Rei that I myself ascribe to

But, I guess, despite whatever intentions Naoko may have had, I read it differently than Rei being in love? 

This may be down to a translation thing. It’s hard to read it as anything other than love in Miss Dream. Where the translation says, 

“If you go into the world of politics, if you really are going to follow in my father’s footsteps… then you should marry me. At least that much would make me happy.”

Whereas the new Kodansha translation just says, “If you’re going into politics… if you want to take after Papa… you really ought to be marrying me!”

Granted, both are pretty damning, but Miss Dream has a whole sentence ( “at least that much would make me happy” ) that isn’t present elsewhere. And given Miss Dream’s track record for editorializing and mistranslating, I’m will to bet the Kodansha translation is closer to truth. 

And it makes a difference, because it makes it possible to read Rei’s words as bitter and sarcastic. Which, for the record, I do

I don’t know if it was Naoko’s intention, but that’s the beauty of text and interpretation, because I don’t care. 

It’s incredibly possible to read the story of Casablanca Memory not as the story of Rei falling in love with her father’s assistant and then being disappointed when he chooses to marry someone else, which, honestly given the themes I think is a superficial reading. That’s definitely there, and it may have been intended, but it’s not the point. 

The main things we get from Casablanca Memory are 1) her disappointment in and resentment for her father, 2) her relationship with Makoto, and 3) her disappointment that someone she thought understood her turned out to be no different than her dad. 

When Kaido says he agrees with her at her birthday dinner, about her father, about politics, about marriage, about it all, Rei thinks she’s found someone on her side. For maybe the first time in her life, someone who sees how bullshit this all is. When Kaido is marrying someone specifically matched to him for political reasons and allowing himself to be groomed to be her father’s successor, that betrays all of that. Right before the kiss, Rei says his kids are going to be miserable. Kaido says he won’t have kids, and Rei calls him a liar. 

When Rei says “Liar”, it’s not just to him having kids. There’s a thought bubble there, a memory of “we’re kindred spirits”, and the “Liar” is in response to that as well. He pretended to agree with her, maybe he even really DID agree with her, and yet he’s going back on all of it. 

It may not be Naoko’s intention, or it MAY be, because I do think there are elements to this that she meant, but it’s so easy to read Rei’s disappointment at seeing Kaido with someone as a recognition of the kind of facade her father always put on for the public. Her disappointment that “another side” or a face she’s never seen doesn’t have to be “oh no, I thought he only liked me”. It can be “I thought he was genuine, but that looked posed, I didn’t think he was a guy who posed” - with the subsequent phone call to her father confirming that, yes, the “match” was arranged. 

I get why people hate Casablanca Memory. I really do. Rei’s man-hating distrust and strength in the main series is so endearing. It makes her so distinct, and immediately attractive as a character. And this story could easily try to boil it down to “she got rejected once”. But I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s “she trusted one man ever outside of her father (excluding her grandfather), thinking he was a friend, and then he turned out to be exploitative social-climbing garbage like the rest of them, who probably only ever spent time with her for political reasons in the first place.”

And this really does just boil down to reading “You ought to be marring me!” as sarcastic and indicting rather than as a declaration of love. “You want to inherit my terrible father’s life so badly, why not make it complete?! Why not just marry his daughter, if you’re so keen to inherit his callous kingdom?”

And the kiss honestly I read as the ultimate confirmation for both Rei and us that Kaido doesn’t get it. It was her first kiss, and it happened with a guy many years her senior who just admitted he’s willing to ruin another family like hers was. She was trying to call him out on his bullshit, crying because she was losing a friend, and he fucking kissed her and confused it all more, and jesus what is wrong with men?

My reading may not be Naoko’s intention, but you don’t actually need to change a single word or frame in the story for it to bear out. It’s entirely possible to read Casablanca Memories not as a story of Rei’s First Tragic Love, but instead as a story of Rei’s Older Guy Friend Being A Shitty Disappointment, where Rei Learns A Lesson About Men Pretending To Care About You And Understand You But Actually They Don’t. It’s not as clean, but it is there if that helps. 

And then you don’t have to throw out the fun date with Mako and all the other fucking fantastic stuff in the story. Because, fuck, I love that shit.