the howling winds

So the wind is howling a gale out there

I have to drive through some big ass trees on this road this morning, my son has been on night shift all week, so mr dad taxi here has to get up at 5.00 am.

If I had a big kite I could just fly there?

One Moment - Collab

[This is a collab with @lumiereswig.  We decided to cover one moment of the film: the moment when the villagers are storming the castle, and at the same time the staff are despairing over the fact that they’ll never be human again.  I got the villagers.  Enjoy!]

When they enter the forest, they are driven.  Angry.  Afraid.  The Beast is going to come after their children in the night, and more if they don’t do something. How such an atrocity has slipped past their watchful eyes is beyond them, but now they have a chance to set it right.


That attitude lasts about half an hour.

When they pass through the undergrowth, the grass turns to snow beneath their feet.  A cold gust of wind howls through the trees, biting them beneath their clothes. Trees reach up towards the sky, twisted and terrifying, cold and dead, silently crying out for help.  Icicles adorn everything here, but they don’t glimmer and twinkle; they are dull and jagged and sharp…like thorns.

Of course, they don’t expect the Beast’s territory to be as beautiful as Villeneuve, but no one is expecting this.  Some drop their weapons and plunge their hands into their pockets to preserve the summer heat.  Cries of anger and war diminish to uneasy whimpers, mutterings, and scared glances at each other.  Even the torches seem to shrink against the freezing night.

And there are whispers. Whispers in the dark.

The baker feels the weight of the battering ram on his right shoulder as he waves his cutting knife in the air with his left hand, bellowing along to the chant that Gaston’s friends have taken up: Kill the beast. Kill the beast. Kill the beast. Kill the beast. But in a moment of complete clarity, the torches move, and the baker catches a hint of doubt in Monsieur Lefou’s face.  Then it’s gone, replaced by the blind determination that lights the eyes of everyone around him. Still.  It’s enough to prompt uncertainty.

The triplets trail a few paces behind.  Close enough to still catch hints of the war song, too far away to be seen.  At first they clamor to be heard, anxious for their voices to join with Gaston’s baritone,  struggling to get to the front of the line, but by the time they reach the forest they are quiet, their weapons dangling in their hands, fingertips nearly numb from the cold.  They should have bought their winter cloaks, they think, and their scarves.  But it was all in the heat of the moment, wasn’t it?  It had seemed so crucial that they go right then.  Still, they are doing something good, aren’t they?  Aren’t they a part of something important?

That’s what Clothilde thinks. There is no doubt in the fishmonger’s mind as she strides along with the crowd, her pitchfork held aloft in her two gnarled hands, her face as grim as Gaston’s own.  She always knew that Belle and Maurice were trouble.  Mad, the lot of them are.  Perhaps a good dose of reality will set them straight.  And once they find this beast character, everything will finally be able to continue on as it had. No old men painting, no girls reading books and making machines. Peaceful.  

The headmaster exchanges a glance with her and the two nod.  His expression is stony and guarded as he marches onward with a pair of brass knuckles in his hands. He’s never had any children, but at the moment he’s angry with Maurice for bringing his daughter up like he did.  She’s disgraced herself time and time again, ever since they came to Villeneuve.  If he ever had a daughter, he would never teach her how to act like such a lunatic.  He doesn’t care for newcomers.  They always bring trouble.

Jean is in the center of the pack, far, far away from everyone else.  He’s not so much walking as being pushed forward by the other villagers.  He holds a rolling pin in his hands and glances fearfully to either side of him, trying not to notice the watchful eyes of the forest peering at him through the trees.  The others don’t notice, but he does.  And he doesn’t want to be here.  He wants to be at home, with his tools and cups and pots…pots?  He blinks.  What is it with pots?  Every time he thinks of them, he feels like he’s on the verge of remembering.  Remembering what, he doesn’t know exactly.  But remembering.  And strangely, that’s important.  He imagines that this march to the castle has something to do with it.

Maybe that’s why he came.


Jean stops as his foot catches on the ground.  Something glimmers in the snow.  Bewildered, the old potter squats down to investigate.  The other villagers don’t seem to care; they weave around him, uneasy, unsure, as he brushes off the snow from this peculiar metal object.  And when he finally uncovers it, he lets out a small “oh!” of surprise.

It’s beautiful.  Gilded windows, shimmering walls, and a miniature artist, his wooden hand tracing a picture of a woman with long brown hair.  Even here, in the darkness and the distress, Jean recognizes the handiwork.  

Maurice had never come by Jean’s shop much, only to make a few small purchases here and there. But Jean does know that he specializes in many types of art styles. Music boxes being one of them.

What is one of his creations doing all the way out here?  Perhaps a traveler came by and bought it, then lost it in the winter storm?  Jean shakes his head. Whatever the reason, such a fine piece of machinery doesn’t deserve to be trampled on.  He takes it in his arms and stows it away in the pack he had brought with him.  There it will rest until they get back from the castle.  Right after they rid the world of this terrifying creature, Jean will return it to the old man.  He promises.

In the darkness, a single wolf lets out a howl, stark and pure in the night before the entire pack joins in.

And then one torch rises above the others, blazes with such an intensity that the villagers at the front stop, halting the march altogether.  They’ve reached the gates of the castle.  Gaston is shouting something, waving the light to and fro, and his lackeys take up the cry.  The battering ram moves forward and slams into the ice, making contact with the bars.  Once, twice, three times before the brittle metal gives and falls to the ground.

“KILL THE BEAST!” Gaston bellows, and spurs his horse onto the grounds.  Before them looms a gigantic castle, ominous and terrible, befitting the home of a true monster.  And as the villagers charge after him, any trace of uncertainty vanishes, only to be replaced by fearful hatred, witless rage.  They raise their weapons high and become a mob, a force of fury formed by fear.  Bearing down upon the castle…and the undeserving that lie inside.

The wind whipped past my ears, sending locks of hair thrashing in all directions, and my limbs sprawled out as the sky yawned out around me. The ground, miles away, seemed almost peaceful as it rose to meet me.

The night’s sky twinkled serenely above me. The yellow-orange spread out on the ground beneath was beautiful. The synthetic light looked amazing, as though a museum’s art came to vibrant life beneath me. The wind howled its unrelenting fury. I plummeted through the sky.

All problems, past and present, seems like the issues of ants where I fell, on a ground far from me. I could see the gridlock of traffic on the highway far off in the distance, I could imagine the impatient honks as motorcyclists weaved between the stationary beasts waiting for a clear path to oil-specked freedom. The rumble of engines seemed like such a soft purr compared to the wind that now poured its fury past me.

I couldn’t feel it on my eyes, the goggles saw to it that I felt none of it. But the sound, rage incomprehensible, screeched through my ears. I fell, unhinged from reality but locked into a mortal battle with gravity, one I would most certainly lose.

As the trees reached into the sky for me, I wondered if the rest of the world would hear my body slam into the earth. Would there be a great billowing of dust? Would the sound of bone, sinew, and meat shout loud enough to signal to others of my passing? Would they hear it? Will I?

As I turned my head, the world seemed to pull to the left. Earth itself lurched unnaturally, and I found myself eye-level with the tallest towers of downtown. A blinking glow of red signaled to the skies above that unseen dangers clawed into the heavens as testament to man’s architecture. A shadow walks across a lit window, and I wonder what lead that person to work this late at night. Are they missing any of their life?

By now, the leaves of the trees are whipping past me. I float effortlessly through them, and feel no pain on my body. I think, for a last lingering moment, if I will feel no pain. The ground leaps up to greet me, I anticipate a flash of light, and then nothingness.

The room around me is dark, my ears ache as the headphones scrape my ears. The tech behind me puts the VR headset and headphones on the end table. I can see the faint glow of the city on the only source of light in the lab, a flat screen TV to my right. My body rests stationary on the grass, still looking toward the urban skyline. My avatar is dead, I am not. The room is cold.

The man in a game studio polo asks me a question. “What did you think?”

“That was horrifying.”

                    be tenacious like Chihiro

                   be determined like Kiki

                  be humble like Sheeta

                 be courageous like Nausicaa

                enjoy small things like Mei

               take things with a grain of salt like Sophie

             accept yourself like Haru

           look out for others like Lin

          be inspired like Ursula


Hayao Miyazaki talking about his passion for animation while seeing the world through his fascinating career. From the documentary: The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness (2013)

Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
  • “Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die!”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Fear and anger only make it grow faster.”
  • “I think I can handle it.”
  • “Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.”
  • “Don’t worry! Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you! You’re gonna be fine, I won’t let him hurt you.”
  • “I need something of yours. How ‘bout your eyes?”
  • “We gotta get out of here! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “No more killing. It has to stop!”
  • “You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
  • “Guys, don’t take that food! We’re gonna get in trouble!”
  • “Fight ‘em! C’mon!”
  • “Smile so we can make a good impression.”
  • “We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy”
  • “I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Sorry, it looks like you’re involved.”
  • “Oh, my baby! Are you all right? Are you emotionally traumatized?”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “Leave before it gets dark.”
  • “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”
  • “Cut off a wolf’s head and it still has the power to bite.”
  • “It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”
  • “Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”
  • “I suggest you surrender. There is no ship coming to rescue you.”
  • “I had no idea that my rage could drive me to kill.”
  • “These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares.” 
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Please! You must stop!”
  • “Well, well, well… hello kitty.”
    “You can’t be busy - you’re five!”
  • “So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “ I have really had enough of your incredible stupidity.”
  • “Lamebrain! They made an escape! Now step on it!”
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you.”
  • “It’s fun to move to a new place. It’s an adventure.”
  • “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!”
  • “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”
  • “He said Mom was ugly, now go get him!”
  • “Kill him and you’ll be famous.”
  • “I’ve seen him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
  • “S/He’s alive. There goes that dream.”
  • “That was the night I died.”
  • “I’d rather be a pig than a fascist.”
  • “You don’t remember your name?”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I just want to help you.”
  • “Poor kids. I’ll really miss them.”
  • “I don’t fight for honor. I fight for a paycheck.”
  • “ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel!”
  • “She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn’t, so then, as usual, I ran away.”
  • “You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day”
  • “She never woke up again.”
  • “You blubber heads! I’m not runnin’ a luxury cruise! Now get to work!”
  • “Why does everything that’s good for you have to taste so bad?”
  • “Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
  • “This is our little secret. You tell anyone and I’ll rip your mouth off.”
  • “I give up. I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • “If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.”
  • “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”
  • “There’s a demon inside you.”
  • “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got four-wheel drive.”
  • “This is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon it will kill me!”
  • “Smooth. Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”
  • “Everyone fears their own mortality.”
  • “Play with me or I’ll break your arm!”
  • “I gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.”
  • “Wait give us a minute! This is clearly harassment.”
  • “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”
  • “There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.”
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?”
  • “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 
  • “One thing you can always count on is that hearts change.”
  • “Tell me while you’re still alive!”
  • “This is a tomb for the both of us.”
  • “If nobody comes in, I’m gonna have to eat pancakes forever and be fat, fat, fat! And what am I supposed to do about that?”
  • “Even if you were a woman, you’d still be an idiot!”
  • “What do you say we give 'em a little demonstration of how fast we can run, huh?”
  • “HAM!”
Studio Ghibli films the signs should be watching rn

aries: tales from earthsea

taurus: the wind rises

gemini: whisper of the heart 

cancer: My Neighbor Totoro

leo: howls moving castle 

virgo: the secret world of arrietty

libra: spirited away

scorpio: princess mononoke

sagittarius: ponyo

capricorn: when marnie was there 

aquarius: kiki’s delivery service  

pisces:castle in the sky 

Studio Ghibli Zine!

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