vaguely reminiscent

satellite emoji ratings

by yours truly

im rating these on… Satellite

a very nice boy! the gradients make it look a little earthly for a satellite, but it’s okay, because i love how reflective his solar panels are. 7.9/10 a good

google keeping it simple today with some blue colors, very sleek solar panels, with a dash of yellow. the curved edges make it look like a very chill young bro. 8/10 very cute

microsoft giving us a spunky boy with Very sharp edges. a design that’s vaguely reminiscent of a soyuz module, but not quite enough i can tell. 7/10 very good but a little pale.

i’m not sure how i feel about this one. on the one hand, i love all satellites, but this one has a cryptid feel to it. with its solar panels facing the same way as the antenna, isn’t it just proadcasting directly into the sun? i don’t know how i feel about that. also, facing towards the sun when it shouldn’t have is how the mars global surveyor died, so i have… negative feelings about this little buddy. 4/10 :/

simple, shiny, gets the idea across without too many clashy colors or ideas. sleek. i like it. 8.2/10

another simple sat, with a BIG thingy and SOLAR PANELS which are BLUE. stylized, but i like it. 7/10


this one’s hard to see against the white background, but it’s got a very nice look and i love it. it’s got some dimension. it really pops. 17776/10 i love this child and i will hug it

Request: Loved

Request: May I request Mary (season 12 reference) coming to the bunker with dean and meeting the reader (she is a relationship with dean and told his mother about her)? :)

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“Dean?” Your voice is barely a breath as you answer the phone, escaping as a transparent cloud on the cool spring air. It can’t be him – Amara and the bomb and Chuck and Rowena and… all of the jumbled, clouded images flit through your head at once and then disappear completely as he speaks again.

“Yeah, it’s me. Y/N, where the hell are you? Were you with Sam?” He cuts to the chase, and you quickly pick up on the panic in his voice – you’d know it anywhere on Earth.

“No.” There’s more shame in the word than you’d like him to hear – it wasn’t that you’d abandoned them. It wasn’t at all. It was more that the goodbye with Dean had been too much for you to bear, and you needed a few hours to be alone with your thoughts. The world may have been saved, but yours had been irreparably shattered, “And I’m about a mile away from the bunker. Probably less.”

“Good. Sam’s gone, there’s blood, and- and-“ His voice sputters and dies, “I can explain when you get here. Can you just…?”

You don’t have to pause, “Give me a minute. Maybe five.” You tell him, and then he’s ended the call – and that’s how you know it’s him, not some sick perversion like it was last time or a cheap imitation: there’s no goodbye, no ‘see you soon’. That’s it, it’s a given that you’ll be there.


“Dean?” The door creaks and clanks as you haul it open, gun in one hand. You creep down the stairs, not quite knowing what threat to expect, if any. However, by the time he’s taken three steps out of the war room, you’re on him, throwing your arms around his neck as the gun clatters to the floor and his arms wrap you up, strong and safe, lifting your feet clean off the ground. Dean buries his face into your shoulder, vaguely reminiscent of the hug you’d last shared – except this one is joy and relief, where the other had been sorrow and fear.

“God, Y/N.” His breath is warm and face scratchy and he’s alive. The last thing in the universe that you want to do is pull away, but when you finally open your eyes and look over his shoulder, you’re startled into pulling back.

A blonde woman stands behind him, watching you both with a mixture of intense confusion and affectionate amusement. You look from her, to Dean, and then back to her – for one, she’s wearing your shirt, and for another, she looks familiar in a way you can’t place.

“Y/N,” His arm remains tight around your waist, although he does let you back down onto the floor, “Meet my mom, Mary. Mom, this is Y/N.”

She quirks an eyebrow, and for a split second you realise that the mannerism belongs to Dean – many of her features do, in fact. It’s only then do you recognise her as the woman from the photographs Dean never has out of arm’s reach.

“This is Y/N?” She asks, and Dean nods in confirmation, smiling proudly – like this is a moment he’d always wished for; to introduce his girlfriend to his mother. Mary takes a slow step forward, looking you up and down – not scrutinising, but examining. Wanting to familiarise herself with you.

“You mentioned me?” You glance up at Dean, but his mother cuts in before he can even think of an answer.

“Oh, you’re all he mentioned. I was starting to think I’d had another child I didn’t remember until he specified that you were his girlfriend,” She smiles, and you can’t help but laugh a little at that, “Oh, Y/N, you’ll love Y/N. She’s so beautiful and smart and funny and…”

“Mom!” Dean interrupts indignantly, his face flushed red. Both you and Mary manage a laugh at that, despite the situation at hand – but the confusion and anxiety soon cloud her features again, and you look between the two of them for a few moments.

“Dean, babe, have you tried calling Cas? He came back here with Sam, and if that’s an angel-banishing sigil I see over there, he definitely was here.” You offer, lifting up to kiss his cheek before withdrawing, “Mary, I feel like you could use a cup of tea… milk and extra honey?”

For just a moment, she hesitates, looking between the two of you – and then she nods, relief flooding her features – an excuse to avoid the stressful situation for a little while, and to get her out of Dean’s high expectations so she can take a few breaths. You couldn’t be happier for him, but you know as well as anyone that he can be a bit of an overexcited puppy every now and again.


“So… you’ve done this before?” She asks, heaping more honey into the tea. You nod, giving a small smile and sipping your drink slowly.

“Once or twice. Sam and Dean have too, but we all lost count a few times ago.” At the look of horror on her face, you reach over and rest your hand over hers – the idea of her sons dying and coming back must be awful to her. Especially when her own experience of it seems to be going less than smoothly for her, “They always seem to come back. Dean always used to say it’s because angels were watching over them.”

Mary’s eyes widen slightly at her own words being echoed back from the mouth of an outsider, but she doesn’t seem to have the words of her own.

“There isn’t a day goes by when he doesn’t think about you.” You tell her softly, giving a small smile, “Don’t take that as pressure. But take it to know that you’re loved here, and always have been. I get it, fitting back in can be awkward. But I’m here, and so are Sam and Dean. And if you need to be stupid and quiet and go and get our nails done or do something menial, I’m always up for a girls’ day out.”

Again, she only seems to stare at you, and you fear that you’ve overstepped the mark – after all, you’re practically a stranger to her. But, instead, after a few moments, a wide, warm smile spreads over her face and her eyes wrinkle in exactly the same way that Dean’s do.

“I get it.” She says softly, her eyes twinkling, “I understand completely… what he sees in you. Why he loves you so much. Why you love him.”

All of those thoughts you’d had, growing up, about meeting your boyfriend’s parents and trying to impress them… this couldn’t be further from that if it tried. But you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

Part of the British Telecom complex on Friar’s Street, Inverness. 

This building is pink. It is, I would guess, inspired by the castle, which is further along the river; It has a round tower, it has horizontal bands and portrait orientation windows, it has chunky protrusions that are vaguely reminiscent of castellations. I guess this is the mid 20thC interpretation of the castle.

Is it Brutalist? Or is it only Brutalist if it’s “béton brut” concrete, and not pink sandstone? -Although I’d wager that’s just cladding or an outer skin, and that at least the top is pink concrete. It’s geometric, repetitive, massive in both size and in looking weighty, and a little bit sculptural with the form, but I am certainly no expert on 20thC architecture and am better at telling my Perpendicular from my Rayonnant and my Doric from Ionic… Anyone who wishes to enlighten me on some more recent architectural history than I am generally familiar with can feel free to educate me; learning things is good!

Something genuinely Gothic is the wall beside it - that dark grey wall encloses Inverness’ oldest cemetery, and the ruins of the Dominican Friary from 1223. That will get its own post, and interestingly has a bridge over it connecting two parts of the BT complex. 

I can say without a doubt that tyler1 is a creature that disguises as human, but is from a much more advanced race, and this is only vaguely reminiscent of the sustenance he partakes

I like the idea that Holt’s hair isn’t actually flames (at least not all the time?), it’s just really fluffy.

anonymous asked:

I'm in a bit of a pickle. My low self esteem makes me hate my body, and my depression makes it hard for me to do anything about it. Dad, what do I do?

I’m honestly the wrong person to ask. I know I try to keep this blog a pretty positive place, and I know I don’t list my mental illnesses and life story anywhere, but I’m kind of garbage at body positivity.

Obviously, I could tell you that every body is fantastic, but since that’s something I only think is true for every body but mine, that kind of generalized positivity is probably as hollow to you as it is to me.

I can drop some practical recovery and gradual self-acceptance tips that are helping me out, though.

For me, it’s been really important to understand that while everyone is beautiful in their own way, being physically attractive in the conventional sense isn’t anywhere near the most beautiful thing a person can be.

I might think my body is heaps yucky, but it’s also the thing I used to build my baby sisters’ tree house. It’s the thing I use to write, and perform, and make art, and bake cookies, and hug my friends. It’s a weird lump of meat I’ve spent twenty-one years turning into an elegant machine that can be used to make the world just a little bit better, and that’s so much more impressive and important than just being a shape vaguely reminiscent of something the average person would want to take to the bone zone.

And because I need this dumb body to keep being cool and smart and funny, it’s easier to want to take care of it. Maybe I’m not at the stage where I’m in love with my body yet, but that’s okay! I don’t have profound love and respect for my car, but I still take care of it, because if I crash it into a wall, I won’t be able to drive to work or Goodwill or Maggie’s house. And that would suck.

Think of all the things you love about yourself. All of the things you create and do and are. You need your body for that, dude. No matter what it looks like, or how well it’s able to keep up with what people expect of it. Be nice to it, to the best of your ability.

Promise yourself at least one meal a day that you actually fucking made with your own super rad and powerful meat suit. Maybe that’s just spaghetti or a sandwich or pancakes, but at least it isn’t three crackers and a lukewarm can of Diet Coke, or ten Hostess snacks in a row, or nothing at all. It makes you feel like you accomplished something, and it’s better for you.

Also, get yourself some dang fruits and vegetables, kid. If you can handle the texture and taste, that is; I don’t know what kind of situation you’ve got. But you can get, like, a bag of apples or some baby carrots for decently cheap, and you’ll feel a little better.

Again, I don’t know what your physical limitations are, so maybe exercise is going to be hard or even completely off the table for you. That’s okay! At the very least, if you can, try to make sure you get up earlier and shower and get dressed in real clothes. I know how hard that can be some days, but I think it’s a good place to start if you feel like you’re in a place where you can.

Drink your coffee on the porch or at the kitchen table, maybe. Walk around the house while you listen to music, or around the neighbourhood, or in the woods. Maybe look up some home exercise videos on YouTube if you’re feeling particularly good that day. Maybe just lie in bed and pretend you’re trying to kick a ghost on the ceiling. I just run until my legs feel like they’re mad at me and then go work out on machines I can sit down in while I pretend I’m not wheezing my asthmatic guts out, so like, I’m super not an exercise expert.

Whatever you end up doing, just understand that you’re so much more than what you see when you look in the mirror. Especially since what you see is corrupted by societal bullshit and mental illness. It’s going to be a process, and it’s going to be a lot of ups and downs, but you need to consciously try to love yourself every day. Whatever that ends up looking like, fuck it. As long as you’re trying, and doing everything you can without hurting yourself or making things worse.


@hale-of-stiles-heart | AO3Hope you enjoy, I’m a big fan of your blog and was so excited to get your assignment!!

by @definefreakforme

It was on a late Friday night that Derek found Stiles standing on his doorstep. “Derek, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Stiles finds himself turning to Derek for help when he can’t tell what’s real anymore.

It was on a late Friday night that Derek found Stiles standing on his doorstep. He’d been sitting out the front of his loft for a while, it seemed; legs curled up to his chin.

As he approached the boy, he realized something was very wrong when Stiles refused to meet his eyes, despite undoubtedly knowing that Derek had arrived.

He opened his mouth, still unsure what to say, but before he had the chance to speak, he was interrupted by a soft, uncharacteristic whisper.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Derek made him hot chocolate.

The boy curled into himself on the woolen couch- a house-warming present from Peter- and sipped gingerly from the mug.

“I can’t remember last night,” he confessed, fingers shaking against the mug’s handle. “I remember going to pick up Chinese take out and then…it’s like I feel asleep or something. Next thing I knew, it was morning.”

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Blue and Pink Diamonds' Hair - What is it Based On?

Looking at Yellow Diamond, it’s pretty obvious what her hair is based on:

It looks like a battle helmet. While I can’t find if it’s based on a specific kind of helmet, it does look like one. Fitting, seeing as she rules over Homeworld’s military.

Even White Diamond’s hair is vaguely reminiscent of a crown both in her mural and that… thing that shows up in The Trial

Of course, it could also represent something else, like a halo or the rays of a sun (though I personally have my doubts in those). All of those fit, as it’s extremely likely she’s the ruler of Homeworld above all the other Diamonds.

However, what I’m wondering is, what does Blue Diamond’s hair look like?

With a strange looping shape like that, I’m fairly sure it’s based on something. Being a blue Gem, Blue Diamond almost certainly rules over Homeworld’s diplomacy.

I can’t find anything specific, though the first thing that comes to mind is a noose, but I’m doubtful of that. I’m sure it’s something, I just don’t know what.

That also brings up the question of what Pink Diamond’s hair might have been based on.

Granted, we only see her hair from the side, so we can’t really tell what it looks like for real. Some people have drawn her hair like a star or a flower, which I suppose could be likely given her association with Earth. But given that each Diamond’s hair (likely) is based on a headpiece related to their role (Helmet = Military/Crown = Ruler/? = Diplomacy), what would Pink’s role have been? Perhaps her hair wasn’t based on something specific since she might not have had a faction to control when she was made (though given that all Gems are made with a purpose in mind, this doesn’t seem to fit with how Homeworld works).

We might not be able to look at Pink’s subordinates for her role, however, since Peridot is a YD Gem more related to technology and is a “certified Kindergartner” rather than a militaristic Gem. Not all soldiers are ruled by Yellow, such as Quartzes and Rubies (Quartzes seem to belong to all Diamond courts depending on color, and Rubies are likely under Pink’s rule). And Lapis seems to be a terraformer rather than someone diplomatic, so that extends to Blue as well (though, with the introduction of Topaz and Aquamarine, and Sapphire’s role in The Answer, it could be speculated that the higher a Gem’s rank, the closer they align with their Diamond’s role, but I digress).

@swaggythunder, I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this, but I was wondering what your thoughts might be? Perhaps if more people saw this, they might be able to provide some answers. This was inspired by your recent video about Blue Diamond’s hair color, btw.

anonymous asked:

How would UF and SF Sans propose to their s.o?

Oh man, I had way too much fun with SF Sans. Somebody needs to stop me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

UF Sans
This poor nervous bean spent months planning out the perfect proposal. He’s desperately hoping you won’t suddenly realized how much better you could do, because he needs you in his life. He’s watched every cheesy romantic movie and read every book he can get his hands on to make sure this goes perfectly. He takes you out to the fanciest restaurant he can get a reservation for, and he actually dresses up for once. The poor guy is so nervous his entire skull is cherry red, but dinner goes off without a hitch. He’s too nervous to propose in such a crowded spot, so once you leave he teleports you to a nearby park for stargazing. At the end of the night he’ll get down on one knee, pull out the ring and….forget his entire speech. He’s gone redder then you’ve ever seen but he can’t make his mouth work right. He starts stuttering out a bunch of half finished sentences that don’t make sense. “Sweetheart yer my….the stars burst like uh….sweeter than dessert and uh…” He’s so lost in his panic he’s about to cry, there’s no way you’ll marry him now, he screwed it up all because he couldn’t remember one!
“Of course I’ll marry you Sans.” One look at your smile and he melts, instantly reminded of all the reasons he loves you, and how much you love him.
“Heh, thanks sweetheart.”

SF Sans

He feels like he needs to prove how capable he is, and how well he would be able to defend his S/O. It starts out innocently enough, he’s cooking more, even trying to increase the number of dishes he can prepare. This of course doesn’t go well, and he begins to get a little nervous. Then he starts to train around the house so he can make sure you know how strong he is. This results in a number of broken things, which only makes him more nervous. He resorts to asking Papyrus for help, which shocks him pretty badly. Papyrus of course gives relatively decent advice. “take ‘em on a date bro. show ‘em there’s more to you then just strength and puzzles. they already know you’re good at that, so show ‘em you can be romantic too.” Sans of course completely disregards this advice and tries something completely different. He’s going to fight the biggest, toughest monster he can find, right in front of you. He does this under the guise of taking you on the date Papyrus suggested. (Papyrus is about ready to cry with pride over how much Sans has grown up. Hold those tears Pap)

Sans has been tracking this one particularly large monster, vaguely reminiscent of a dragon, who happens to be nearly a twenty foot tall ripped woman. He think she’s probably Alphy’s distant cousin. Sans knows exactly where he and his S/O need to be to catch her on her way to dinner, when she’s most easily provoked. He doesn’t want to risk not having her attack him after all. Everything works out perfectly to plan, she even glances in their direction. Perfect.

“HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE LOOKING AT THEM FOR? BACK OFF, THEY’RE MY S/O, GET YOUR OWN! OH WAIT, I GUESS THAT’S PRETTY HARD FOR A WEAKLING MONSTER LIKE YOU!” Suddenly Sans is slammed up against the wall of the cave by her tail. He throws his magic at her, but it bounces off like paper, and suddenly Sans is terrified. If he can’t beat them, they could very easily kill his S/O. He needs to get out of this and fast.

Luckily, his S/O is the smarter of the two, and calls Papyrus for back-up, who quickly throws his own attacks at the ceiling, causing a cave in right on top of the dragon. Sans himself just barely escapes the cave in, and dozens of monsters are caught in it. Sans is heartbroken. He barely hears you and his brothers lectures after being teleported home, he just sits there silently and thinks. I almost got them killed. There’s no way they’re ever going to accept my proposal now. I’m a failure, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to protect them. For the first time the Maleficent Sans isn’t feeling so Maleficent. All things considered, he’s looking downright depressed.

It doesn’t take long for his S/O to notice of course, and the moment they approach him alone he breaks down into tears and confesses everything. The cooking, the training, the fight, all the way to the proposal he no longer thinks you’ll accept. He ends up throwing the ring box at you before curling up and sobbing into his knees.

“You didn’t have to go through all this just to propose to me Sans, of course I’ll marry you. I’m not an idiot, I know you can be an impulsive numbskull, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He looks up at you in awe and wipes his eyes, a losing battle if there ever was one, and hugs you tight quietly muttering “I love you too.” into your shoulder.

anonymous asked:

You know what I want in a future Connverse conversation? For Connie to call out Steven for putting himself in danger like that and being a hypocrite (by telling Connie back in "Sworn to the Sworn" that they should work as a team in the future instead of her shouldering all the burden, but in the recent bomb he shoulders all the blame to protect them). Also kind of similar from "Full Disclosure". I want her to call him out. He needs it.

I really want a scene vaguely reminiscent of that one bit in Madagascar- Connie and Steven meet up, hug, and then Connie smacks him a good one across the face. She’s got every right to be angry with him- they all do. Steven, whether he realizes it or not, is pulling a Pearl/Lapis, and it’s his turn to get turned away from that kind of behavior.

I love Steven. I do. But there needs to be some words for that boy.

Chapter 90 Thoughts

Mixed indeed. I was giddy when I first saw the spoiler images of the kids happily playing in the ocean, but the feeling lasted for maybe half an hour before everything else kicked in. 

This chapter left me anxious for reasons I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s because of how often we get hit over the head with some heavy themes, like the pressing need to prevent a hellish history from repeating itself, and pondering if true freedom is really possible.

Seriously, it’s brought up a good three times by different people in different situations. Isayama may as well be spelling it out for the readers at this point to emphasize its importance for future events. Each time it’s mentioned, it’s coupled by an explanation as to what causes this cursed history to repeat.

In the opening pages, Pixis points out that hiding the truth would be a cause. They would be no different from the royals of the past 100 years.

The senior journalist Levi and Hange converse with sees the cause stemming from dehumanizing people. He wonders if it will only end if all the Eldians are killed, as their enemies so desire.

Eren thinks to himself that it will inevitably happen from failing to drastically change the situation. Change which usually comes in the form of great personal sacrifice. 

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anonymous asked:

As a christian, watching outlast is really interesting. While all of the stuff in it is obviously meant to be cultish, some of the lines in it are actually similar to or direct quotes from the bible and it's scary-awesome at the same time. Even the songs they sing sound vaguely reminiscent of real ones. Hell, I still remember singing "Oh be careful little eyes" in sunday school

Close Encounter Pt. 2: Sirius x Muggle!Reader

Request: a oneshot where the reader goes to a party in the summer with lily and marauders are there (reader is Lily’s friend and knows she’s a witch and about hogwarts/James but hasn’t met the rest of the marauders). And maybe reader and Sirius get to talking at the party (Lily’s maybe off with James?) and they kiss then the next day reader goes on the date with James friend Lily’s been wanting to set her up with for ages. She gets to the date&Sirius is her date? And super cute date pls? Either like Lily’s best friend from a young age as a muggle or she goes to beauxbatons maybe but whichever you prefer is fine for me☺️

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry, it got long again so the date itself is not included.


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“Ughhhh. I officially HATE apparatitioning,” I yell as Lily and I arrive back in her room and I feel a twinge in my ankle when we land on the wooden floor and my head still spinning a little bit from the alcohol. She laughs at me, collapsing on her bed.

“It’s called ‘apparating,’” she corrects me. “Thanks for coming with me, (Y/N).”

“Of course, Lil,” I say. “Even though you ditched me for your new boyfriend.”

“He is NOT my boyfriend,” she says glaring at me. “I’m sorry I left you alone, though.”

“Oh please, it’s fine. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself at a party.”

“Good,” she smiles, quickly changing into her nighties. “Did you talk to anyone there?”

The memory of the tall, dark haired boy floods my mind. The touch of his leather jacket under my hands, the smell of his hair vaguely reminiscent of chocolate and campfires, and the ecstasy I felt with his lips against mine….

“Er–yeah, seemed pretty cool,” I say. I’ve never really been one to talk about boys before. At least, when they’re concerned with me. “Did you have fun with James?”

“So much,” she says, launching into a story about the tall, messy haired boy, giggling ridiculously.

The slow music plays around us and I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I bite my lip as my arms move up to his neck, the cool leather of his jacket against my warm skin. My eyes scan his face for a moment before locking onto the grey orbs that look back into mine. I latch onto the moment, feeling my heartbeat quicken under his gaze. And then the contact breaks as his eyes flicker down to my lips for only a split second, and before they’ve made it back to my eyes, my lips are pressed against his. Hard. His hands move from my hips to my lower back, pulling me even closer to him, and his lips move against mine, making my knees weak. My hand migrates upwards, my fingers tangling into the base of his long locks, tugging gently. His lips gently part as a moan escapes from between them, and I trace the tip of my tongue against his lower lip asking permission for entrance. He takes it as an invitation, and in no time at all, our tongues are battling for dominance, and I am not one to give up on a fight.

I wake up the next morning, hair strewn across my face and pillow, the image of the tall boy embedded in my mind. Lily’s already up and getting ready when I rise from the depths of the pillows.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” she chirps from the mirror, where she’s expertly styling her dark red hair.

“Ughhhh.” I groan out a reply, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight. “Those magic wizard-drink things are not for the faint of heart… or for the light of tolerance.”

She laughs and I cringe at the sound, shushing her and collapsing back onto the pillows.

“You need to start getting ready,” she says, standing up. “I’ll get you some water.”

“And Advil, please.”

I see her shaking her head as she walks from the room, closing the door behind her, and I pull myself out of the bed and into the shower, my discarded clothing on the bathroom floor. I let the warm water run over me and slowly, my pounding headache disappears.

Once I’m clean, I hop out of the shower, and cross to Lily’s sink, looking for the hairdryer.



“Where’s your hairdryer?” I call, pulling open the drawers in her cupboard.

“Er–I don’t use one anymore. Here, come here.” I wrap a towel around myself and walk back into her room, and she has her wand out. “D’you mind if I…?”

I eye the long stick of wood suspiciously. “Is it… will it hurt?”

“No!” she laughs. “Not at all. Here sit down.”

I do, and I watch her through the mirror on her vanity.

“How do you want it done?” Lily asks, a little too nervously.

“Er… dried and a little wavy, if you can?”

“Yeah.” She points her wand at my hair, concentrating deeply and then, very clearly says, “Crinus Muto,” and my hair begins to dry and style itself… perfectly. My jaw drops as I watch her literally work her magic on my hair.

“Why,” I begin, “would you just show me this NOW?”

She rubs her neck nervously. “Well, that was the first time I’ve tried it…”

“I hate you.”

“I know. Are you feeling better now, though?”

“Much, actually.”

“Good. Now get ready, your date’s in thirty minutes.”

Shit. My date. I complete forgot. Lily had arranged for a blind date for me with that friend of James’. The one she kept writing to me about. SHIT. My stomach turns when the image of the boy I met last night comes flooding back to me once again. How am I supposed to go on a date after meeting that last night?

“Er… yeah.”

Lily gives me a questioning look. “You don’t seem very excited?”

“No, no it’s–” I backtrack, not wanting to offend her. Gosh, why do I suck at talking about boys so much? “I just. I guess I’m just nervous.”

She smiles at me. “Don’t be. He’s great. You’ll love him.”

I sigh dramatically, grabbing my maroon dress, feather necklace and earrings, black booties and leather jacket, and quickly change into them. Lily does my makeup again, and I’m ready to go.

“Ugh. He’s gonna fall in love with you in no time,” she says, looking me over.

I raise an eyebrow at her, “And you think that’s the guy for me?”

“Absolutely.” She holds out her arm to me, waiting for me to take it.

“This again?” I complain. She laughs, shaking her head.

“Yep. Let’s go.” I place a hand on her arm, hear a sharp crack and feel myself once again being stretched from all directions and then squeezed through a small tube, and finally I feel my feet hit the floor again. In front of the same house as the night before.

“Um… Lil?”


“This is James’ house.”


“Why are we at James’ house. Are you setting me up with James?”

She smiles and shakes her head, approaching the front door, knocking on the golden knocker. I stare at it, waiting for it to transform into the fat mustached face, but instead, the door opens, revealing the one and only James Potter from the night before.

“Afternoon, Evans.” And then turning to me, “(Y/N), good to see you again.”

“Hey, James. Would you care to explain what’s going on, since Lily refuses to?”

“Nope. One moment.” He closes the door, and Lily turns to me smiling, as the knot in my stomach begins to turn. I can’t help but feel guilty about the boy from last night. I don’t know how I’ll get him out of my head while I’m out with James’ friend, and the guilt is already eating at me.

“(Y/N), are you alright? You look sick,” Lily asks me, clearly concerned. I sigh deeply, and lean against the front door.

“I’m–I’m fine, I just. I don’t know if I should do this.” But as I say those words to her, I hear the same thing echoed on the other side of the door, in a different voice than my own, and it catches my attention. I recognized that voice. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

But my attention’s on the door now, as I listen intently to the conversation on the other side.

“…c’mon man, Lily brought her all the way over here to meet you.”

“Alright. Alright, fine. I’ll meet her. But I’m not promising anything,” the voice says and I feel my heart leap, the knot in my stomach transforming into butterflies. I quickly step away from the door just before it opens.

James stands there, and behind him is a tall young man wearing a leather jacket, with dark hair and piercing grey eyes that lock on mine. I watch as his jaw drops and then slowly turns into a smile.

“Well, hello again, (Y/N).”

“Hello, Sirius,” I reply, remembering the name of the boy who swept me off my feet the night before.

“Sorry, what?!” James and Lily say in unison.

Sirius brushes past James and Lily coming right up to me, his face mere inches from mine.

“Prongs, I think I’ll be alright for this date,” he says, not breaking eye contact with me. I smile and bite my lip slightly.

“You two know each other?” Lily asks, completely shocked.

“Hardly,” I respond, not looking away from his grey eyes. “We met last night.”

“I KNEW you were acting weird this morning!” she almost shouts.

“Shall we be off, (Y/N)?” Sirius asks me, extending his arm.

“I believe we shall,” I respond, not taking a moment to question. And we apparatitionate away leaving James and Lily with their jaws hanging to the floor in the doorway.

huck finns, rated

E.W. Kemble illustration: the original huck. detailed artwork and really the classic image of huck finn. however if you look too closely at his face he sort of looks like he came straight from the mouth of hell… literally even mark twain complained to his publisher that it was “an ugly, ill-drawn face” and said that “Huck Finn is an exceedingly good-hearted boy [who] should carry a good and good-looking face.” yeah. he said that. 6/10

Elijah Wood: mmmMHHMMMM DID SOMEONE SAY GOOD AND GOOD-LOOKING FACE???? oh my GOSH what a PRECIOUS ANGEL, my heart is melting, look at the way his perfect baby skin glows in the light, his big blue eyes, his soft feathery chestnut hair, I LOVE?? HIM??? i’m so down for tiny frodo huck finn; he is vaguely reminiscent of a baby deer and so so pure and blessed (but maybe a little too pure and blessed, he looks…rly clean for a homeless kid) 8/10

Brad Renfro: 90′s huck. so unforgiveably 90′s. look at his face. you can almost hear him saying “chaa dude.” he looks like he belongs in bill and ted’s excellent adventure, not in nineteenth-century missouri… but one time someone called him “blueberry” by accident and i guess that was funny. he is one of the dreaded “hot, rebellious, brooding teenage hucks.” however, he is not the worst. that is still yet to come. 4/10

Tom Sawyer no Bouken Huck: awww! what a cute!!! he’s kinda slow and awkward but in a good way and it’s real precious. because he’s an anime he does weird stuff when he’s excited. like. bite things that aren’t food. i won’t try to explain just watch the show sometime. ALSO, one time he almost took a pee in front of the girl he liked, but depending on which dub you watch you might be saved the embarrassment 7/10

Huckleberry no Bouken Huck: the distant cousin of tsnb huck. and leT ME TELL YOU, he is GOOD, he is SWEET, he is PURE, nggggggnhhh and i think i know why. tom sawyer literally does not exist in this specific adaptation and therefore has not been able to wield his corrupting influence. just kidding. no. but. this huck has an animal sidekick so he’s basically a disney princess. his character is fleshed out SO WELL, his relationship with jim, and also his backstory with his father?? only problem is a low animation budget, so sometimes he looks derpy, but overall he is a Good Huck™ 9/10

Jake T. Austin (in case you couldn’t read the giant frickin credit oh my gosh tone down the ego): yeah remember when i said the worst was to come?? this. is it. hOOOOOO BOY when you look at this angsty teen the emo levels are OFF THE CHARTS. look at his bad boy rebel pose. look at his busted up hat that vaguely makes him look like a pirate. for heaven’s sakes even his pipe is extremely frickin extra, what even is that thing? says poetic crap like “the river is my mother” and is probably perpetually stoned. is this the kid who traded an insect for tom sawyer’s baby tooth?? that’s not huck, that’s just the overdramatic moody loner kid at your high school 2/10

Jeff East: look how cute and precious this boy is!! unlike several of the other hucks, he looks adequately dirty. he also has this really awesome cabin all to himself by the side of the river where he lets muff potter and tom sawyer come over to sing songs. he looks the right age, unlike the teenage emo hucks. yet, he isn’t TOO pure like elijah wood is, and he strikes a good balance between being too much of a good boy or too much of a bad boy. however, he crosses the line of puberty in the sequel and becomes a little awkward and can’t sing very well…but…never mind that, he is a very good huck 8.5/10

Leon Seidel: cute!! precious!! a little ball of sunshine!! he’s just…aaaaa i wanna hug him!! he looks the right age and is also dirty-looking enough to be believable. watches cows roam over the fields and just wants to live a simple life. he will make you sad sometimes, but not in an emo way, so it’s okay. i’m loving the blue color scheme, it really ties him in to his connections with the river also 8.5/10

furry huck: BLOCKED, DELETED, AND REPORTED. holy CRAP what a cursed sight to my poor virgin eyes. NOT?? HUCK??? AT ALL???? this is a TALKING FOX, a talking FOX, voiced by a 30-year-old country singer. it’s just…all so wrong. he ends up with amy lawrence at the end of the movie what the frick??? worst thing i’ve ever seen. let’s just forget all about this monstrosity and pretend it never existed. -99999999/10

Part 3: Another 10 Animated Movies Beyond Pixar

Part 1: Animation Beyond Pixar
Part 2: 10 More Animated Movies Beyond Pixar
Part 4: Some More Animated Movies Beyond Pixar

Before you start: I’d like to apologize for the terrible quality in a few of these screenshots. A few of the older/less successful movies are impossible to find in HD. With that, let’s get started! I hope you find something cool!

Sword of the Stranger (Stranja Mukōhadan, 2007)

It’s easy to forget what a good action movie looks like, and even easier to forget that there used to be action movies with actual grit, where the characters aren’t too clever to be fooled or hurt. Sword of the Stranger is both a good action movie and is absolutely caked in grit.

You won’t find many technical innovations in this Sword of the Stranger, and though the styling is beautiful in an austere way it’s definitely not a piece of glittering eye candy. That said, you will immediately be absorbed by its interesting characters and engrossing plot. It’s a testament to the power of good character development and satisfying plot progression/resolution, traits that animated movies often stumble over.

A young boy living among monks escapes as his home monastery is burned to the ground. Pursued by a band of elite Chinese warriors with mysterious motives, the boy runs across a disgraced samurai and strikes a deal for protection.


The Painting (Le Tableau, 2011)

(This movie is currently available on Netflix US!)

Part of the reason many 3D animated movies are terrible is their sheer banality. Too many of them are about small animals doing something silly for poorly-established reasons (coughDREAMWORKScough). That’s why it’s so incredibly refreshing when a small studio goes for novelty, and turns their creativity towards describing a fascinating premise.

The Painting is an undeniably gorgeous movie, where CGI is turned towards emulating different styles of paintings in really successful and interesting ways.

An unfinished painting sits, abandoned, in an artist’s tiny cabin. Inside the painting the figures have created a stratified culture made up of Alldunns, Halfies, and Scribbles. The only thing that sustains the Halfies and the Scribbles is the idea that their creator might return to complete the painting, but hope is fading fast. With mounting oppression from the Alldunns a Halfie, a Scribble, and a sympathetic Alldunn set out to find their creator, to ask him to finish their painting.


The Story of Mr. Sorry (Je-bool-chal-ssi I-ya-gi, 2008)

(This movie is currently available on Netflix US!)

Korea’s animation industry is weird. There’s a huge talent pool that regularly produces amazing work, but almost all of it is in the service of American TV shows. Stuff like Young Justice and Legend of Korra are largely designed and animated in South Korea. There’s very little by-and-for Korean animation available, and what is available is often indie (which means that giant talent pool usually isn’t involved).

The Story of Mr. Sorry is one of those indie movies. A dark fantasy animated with cut-out drawings (which, if anything, are vaguely reminiscent of Monty Python, no anime-styling here). The movie is cerebral, sometimes very literally. In tone and substance it’s a bit like Being John Malkovich, kind of quirky, depressive, and willfully weird.

A timid young man is shrunk to the size of a spider and works as an ear-cleaner. While cleaning ears he discovers that he can delve into peoples’ subconscious.


Heavy Metal (1981)

I love this ridiculous movie. Here’s what you need to know: Heavy Metal was produced by the publishers of Heavy Metal magazine, a British sci-fi/fantasy comics magazine started in the 70s that still runs today. Heavy Metal magazine publishes an extremely specific form of fantasy comic, which is a bit hard to describe. Imagine if Conan the Barbarian fought cyber-goblins in the old west.

The first thing you’ll notice is that there’s almost nothing good about this movie. Choppy animation, horrible voice acting, bad action, bad storytelling. Critical fails all around. The second thing you’ll notice is that it’s so completely, wonderfully ridiculous that you have to keep watching. There’s also an inexplicably good soundtrack with cuts from Black Sabbath, Devo, Grand Funk Railroad, Blue Oyster Cult, and many more. All of this has made Heavy Metal kind of an animated version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The film has always had a cult following, but it really found its audience once it started being used at midnight movie screenings, with people acting along to the ridiculously juvenile stories.

I’m not even going to try to describe the story here. There’s an orb that invades a house for some reason, then a lady who rides a flying horse-thing has to fight a cyborg, then a nerd turns into a body builder so he can beat up horny orcs… It’s just great.


Waltz with Bashir (Vals Im Bashir, 2008)

This is an incredible, sobering movie, and an impressive re-entry into feature-length animation for Israel. The style is impeccable, looking exactly like someone brought an inky, moody comic book to life, in spite of frequent photographic & 3D-rendered backgrounds & effects. Equally-impressive is that not one frame of the movie was rotoscoped, even though you’d swear it was given the incredibly natural movement of the characters.

It’s also a documentary.

Filmmaker Ari Folman meets an old friend for a drink. While catching up his friend relates an disturbing, war-related dream to Ari, which in turn makes Ari realize that he has blanked out his entire time as an Israeli soldier during the 1982 Lebanon war. Later that night Ari has an inexplicable dream regarding his time in Beirut. Unsettled, Ari begins talking to friends, members of his old combat unit, war journalists, and psychiatrists in an attempt to understand the dream, which seems to be related to the gruesome Sabra and Shatila massacre.


Roujin Z (Rōjin Zetto, 1991)

The early-90s were an odd time for anime, sort of a lull between the giant anime boom of the late 80s and its resurgence via licensed manga properties in the late-90s. It’s always fun to see what an entertainment industry does when the public stopped paying attention. Usually because lots of really innovative and strange ideas manage to seep through the studio filters in that situation. That was definitely the case with Roujin Z, which is somehow an action-comedy about a bedridden old man. Smart and darkly-funny, Roujin Z plays out like the most satisfying kind of satire.

In the near-future the Ministry of Public Welfare unveils its new innovation in senior-care: a robotic, artificially-intelligent hospital bed that can bathe, clothe, feed, and entertain its occupant. However, not everything about the bed is as it seems, and when it goes haywire it sets off a mad-dash between government agencies to contain the situation.


Fierro (sometimes Martín Fierro, 2007)

Based on a pair of epic poems by Argentinian writer José Hernández, the story of Martín Fierro is considered an indispensable touchstone for Argentinian national identity.

The titular (and fictitious) Martín Fierro is a poor goucho, an everyman who is unjustly conscripted by a Spanish governor to defend a frontier outpost against native attacks. Fierro’s fearsome sense of independence and open rebellion against his Spanish commanding officers made him an instant folk hero in 1890s Argentina.

That sense of national pride really comes through in this production, with a lot of gorgeous background paintings and a really lovingly-crafted score giving the movie a suitably epic, sweeping feel. That said, there are a few problems. Fierro’s simplistic character designs and oddly-placed comedic bits give the movie tonal problems, which the dramatic soundtrack can sometimes exacerbate. It’s sometimes unclear if Fierro wants to be a grand saga or a silly spaghetti western.


Aya of Yop City (Aya de Yopougon, 2012)

Aya of Yop City depicts a version of Africa that is almost never seen in the west: A peaceful, rapidly-modernizing society with an emerging middle class. It’s based on a series of graphic novels by Marguerite Abouet, who in turn based the series on her own experiences growing up in 1970s Côte d’Ivoire.

This is apparently Abouet’s directorial debut, and right off the bat it is an amazing piece of visual storytelling. I actually wasn’t able to find a subtitle of this movie, but the art direction is so spot-on that I managed to glean most of the movie off of character interactions & tone.

Though the figure-movement can be a bit stiff, everything else about Aya absolutely pops. The character designs are simple but immediately charming, the backgrounds are lovingly rendered for every scene, the score is infectious, and the movie never once feels slow or boring. If this is Abouet’s debut then she’s clearly a fierce talent.

Told from the perspective of Aya, a young adult in the middle-class neighborhood of Yop City, the story follows the travails of Aya’s neighbors. Adjoua, one of Aya’s closest friends, has just discovered she’s pregnant. The father seems to be Moussa, the only son of one of the richest families in Côte d’Ivoire, and he and Adjoua are quickly married. However, when the baby is born Moussa’s domineering father starts doubting the parentage. Meanwhile Aya’s other friend, Bintou, has started dating a rich Parisian man who isn’t what he seems.


The Thief and the Cobbler (1993)

The Thief and the Cobbler can be viewed as the ultimate cautionary tale for animators. It stands as testament to the fact that no matter how great the creator’s pedigree, how beautiful the film, or how many amazing actors are on board, no film is safe from studio meddling.

It had a notoriously long and troubled production time, starting in 1964 and not seeing the light of day until 1993, having passed through several major production studios and ending up at a cut-rate production bond company. What was intended to be the masterpiece of veteran animator Richard Williams was drastically and haphazardly recut into a direct-to-video yawn. And it’s really our loss, the original animation in The Thief and the Cobbler is absolutely peerless. The amount of beautiful fluidity, or amazingly genuine idiosyncrasies in movement ascribed to drawings still hasn’t been equalled by a major studio.

Thankfully, TTatC got a second life in the animation underground. For years a workprint copy of the movie was circulated by animation fans, and to this day you can still find recuts of the movie on the internet, each one claiming to be closer to Williams’ original intent than the last. The best-known of these recuts is probably Garrett Gilchrist’s “The Recobbled Cut”, released in 2006. Seek it out, it is worth the effort.

The story: The Golden City is an arabesque paradise, ruled by the good King Nod. An ancient prophecy foretells that the city is guarded by three golden balls on its highest spire, and if those balls are ever removed the city will fall to warlike race of one-eyed creatures. If this should ever come to pass the city’s only hope is, “the simplest of souls with the smallest of things.” Meanwhile city-life is moving along predictably for the young cobbler Tack, until a chance encounter with a thief puts him in the clutches of the city’s scheming Vizier, Zigzag, while the thief absconds with the three golden balls.


The Triplets of Belleville (Les Triplettes de Belleville, 2003)

As the first French animated feature to make a splash overseas, The Triplets of Belleville has become many peoples’ gateway to Francophone animation. And no wonder, it’s a wonderful example of the power of visual storytelling, relying almost entirely on pantomime to communicate its story.

The first feature-length film of Sylvain Chomet (who you might recognize as the director of The Illusionist, another wonderful animated movie), TToB blew everyone away when it first debuted. Somehow it manages to be moody and light, silly and touching, & downtrodden but upbeat all at once. Moreover, in spite of its novel story and ample world-building, it moves along at a very brisk, immensely satisfying pace. You never once catch yourself counting the minutes, wishing the story would move along. That’s an accomplishment in a medium that often inspires self-indulgence.

Madame Souza has trained her grandson, Champion, for years to compete in the Tour de France. However, in the last leg of the race Champion is kidnapped. It’s up to Souza and her chubby dog Bruno to save him. Things look grim as the two follow Champion’s trail to the overstuffed city of Belleville, but a chance encounter with three aging music hall singers may provide the help they need.

Name: Ziphius, Water-Owl
Area of Origin: Medieval Europe

The Ziphius was a colossal sea beast whose face was vaguely reminiscent of an Owl’s. With its name being derived from the Greek word for ‘Swordfish’, Xiphios, the creature had a large, sharp fin on its back that was said to pierce the hulls of ships. This is in addition to its powerful owl-like beak that could do just as much damage. Along with other bizarre monsters and leviathans, the Ziphius seems to have first appeared as an illustrative embellishment on a multitude of European maps, but nevertheless became a myth unto itself with sightings of the creature being reported around the globe. Though its size was likely to have been exaggerated, the monster has its roots in a real-world animal; Cuvier’s Beaked Whale. While the Beaked Whale is much smaller and avoids ships, it is still a very frequently spotted whale and is the only member of the genus Ziphius, presumably named after the legendary creature. 

And with this guy, I’ve capped off my Alphabet Bestiary. Will be getting a small run of books made, and will post them here when everything’s all set up!