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He was a young artist employed by the Disney studio, but tasked with the entry-level job of finishing off the work of the animators and crafting the “in-between” animations that completed the characters’ movements. Wong had learned that studio executives were creating a film from the new novel, Bambi, A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten. Tom says the young artist read the book and without consulting his supervisor, “took the script and painted some visual concepts to set the mood, color and the design.”
His sketches recalled the lush mountain and forest scenes of Sung dynasty landscape paintings. His initiative paid off. Walt Disney, who was looking for something new for the film, was captivated and personally directed that Wong be promoted. Today, top animators and illustrators revere Wong’s work. Children today are as enchanted by the misty, lyrical brushstrokes of Wong’s colorful nature scenes, inspired by his training at Otis College of Art and self-study of Sung Dynasty art
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So I found the letter that the Animorphs author and trans ally K. A. Applegate wrote after the series ended and I’m FLOORED
I mean
use comic sans to write
i hate this so much but this knowledge is too powerful to keep from you all.
last night @phaltu discovered that setting your font to comic sans in google docs improves writing speed and creativity by an insane amount. “no” i said and “die” but then i tried it and god. i wish it wasn’t this way. i wish it wasn’t true. i wish i could protect you all from this but it’s real.
something about this font is so disarming. something about this font lets you look past the shape of the words and into their soul. i’ve never written so much as i did last night, on my phone, at 2am, in comic sans.
if you have writer’s block. if you lack inspiration. if you need this. don’t be afraid to use it. sometimes the things we find most horrifying are also the things we need the most. trust me. let comic sans into your life.
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Day 01: A detective character OR an idol character
Guys those fu xuan graphics made me hate everything.... Anyway most things here are probably from @/lavendergalactic everything ranpo I found on pinterest and Google
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im sure it’ll be fine
Thank you for reading Cat got your Tongue!! And I see some of my favorites on here too! 👀👀 seriously this is a great list for JK fics 🫠💜
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↳ genuinely and truly speechless… i felt like i was watching a movie the whole time. JAW DROPPING.
↳ update: upon further review, this is currently my favorite story that i’ve ever read. that’s all.
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YOU GUYS HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY HAVE MOTIVATION TO WRITE???? HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD
life's like an hourglass glued to the table
Based on "Breathe (2am)" by Anna Nalick.
I really don't know how it got like this.
That's not true, yes I do. Of course I do. I was there, near the middle of it all; not the epicenter, not the periphery, but somewhere within the nebulous part in between. I was close enough to be scathed, to be one of the supporting characters—though I'm fairly certain my support was the problem—but I was neither protagonist nor antagonist.
And from my perch, my station, I got a perspective few can claim. I teetered on the edge: between Light and Dark, between Good and Evil, between Child and Adult, between Love and Hate. The line was razor-thin, sharp like my Aunt's blade, yet steady, like a firmly-clasped hand in mine.
My moment in the spotlight came and went, the luminous beam generally ignoring me in favor of making the dark hiss and cower, and letting the heroes bask in it, their skin shining. I neither cowered nor shone. I was lit by the brightness until I was not; it swung to another target.
I watch my father lose his mind in Azkaban, eventually being carted off to the Janus Thickey Ward. I watch my mother's hands grip her suitcase tightly, her knuckles white on the handle as she kisses my cheek. She tells me to "be good" and to visit her in the south of France. I watch the portkey take her.
I watch Pansy go on dates with men she doesn't care for, see her eyes linger a little too long on women in tight dresses. I watch her acquiesce to her parents' attempts to see her married and settled, and I watch her clench her jaw when her suitors' hands grip her waist a little too tight or their rough mouths attach to hers without warning. She always unfolds for them, lets her body go limp. It appears submissive; I know it's calculated.
I watch Greg stumble through the Floo when he has nowhere else to turn, a cheap ale on his breath and his t-shirt rumpled. I see him grin lazily at me before he staggers wordlessly to the guest bedroom that I don't bother to ask the house elves to make up. He'll just be back again, and I let him.
I watch Blaise pour himself into his work. I watch him gesture wildly into the Floo when he finishes work calls that delay our friendly dinners, his eyes bright and intense as he rants in complicated jargon. I watch him skirt sensitive topics in favor of discussing his job and his co-workers, and then shifting to mine, and then back to his when the subject dries up. I watch him politely send me off; he has work to do.
So here I still am, in the middle, somewhere, watching everyone else as they work out where they were and where they are.
Pansy calls late at night. I hold back my wince at the sight of her red-rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks. She makes up a story of some man who'd run from her bed, but I know she sheds tears over the nightmares that won't leave it.
I wish I could offer a stroll or a shopping trip through Diagon the next day, but we both know I won't, I can't. The kind ones stare, the bolder ones glare or hiss accusingly, and the angry ones wag their fingers and shout and slap.
The angry ones aren't always there, but a few encounters are enough to deter us, no matter what the Wizengamot said when it declared I was still allowed to walk the same streets as everyone else.
On one particular day I am bold enough to set foot on such a street, keeping my head low and eyes downcast, humble; so unlike what I was taught.
But then, I was taught a lot of things.
I walk, and when I bump into another rushing figure I am filled with dread, with anticipation. An apology is on my lips, first for the jostle, and then probably for crimes I didn't commit but witnessed and was too powerless to stop. Not that that matters, to them. With the actor not available to repent, an accomplice is the next best thing.
The victim of my clumsiness looks at me. He is not kind, nor bold, nor angry.
He is Potter.
And he smiles. Beautiful, beats my traitorous heart.
And he apologizes. Why? thinks my curious mind.
And he asks questions. What about you? wonders my stammering voice.
And he gives me his Floo address. Yes, nods my head.
And he walks away. Don't cry, blink my hopeful eyes.
I rush home, my errand forgotten, and all but collapse onto the couch as I breathe deeply, as my Mind Healer taught me. There are times when it feels as if my chest is being squeezed in a vise; my heart is shedding its skin as it is forged in a crucible, the present reckoning with the past. In these moments, I try to center myself. I find my body's equilibrium. I grasp for the middle I know rather than sit on the edge of insanity, of oblivion.
So I write. It's the only way to ensure my brain doesn't implode with the pressure of the thoughts that shoot white-hot inside. The pain and anxiety travel from my mind, down my shoulder, in the veins in my arm, to my fingers, through the quill, and drip from the ink I use to etch them into the parchment.
I glance and see the piece of paper with Potter's Floo address written in his scrawl. That one hastily torn scrap gives me more joy, more excitement than one word I've painstakingly written here.
That night, I dream of standing in the middle of a tunnel. Potter is on one side, extending a hand and beckoning me to his side. On the other side, there is familiar darkness waiting to fold me into its cool, misty arms.
I look between both ends of the cave. I know the darkness; I've cowered within it. Potter's smile shines with new promise.
I step away from my place in the middle.
Potter's grin widens.
requests open!??!?! ....rea....p... er.... pls ..... if you can.... if you want t....o.... /nf
not exactly what you asked buiuut black hole reaper for an alternate mv thats being worked on..wowie
PUFFERHEAD STUFF PACK
Do you know Henry Puffer, the most popular simlish literary wizard? Your sims surely do, but so far they could only express their love for the yellow haired wizard with a poster… Well, not anymore! Spoil your pufferhead sims and infuse some magic in their room with this pack that includes a collection of readable books, movie posters, decorations, furniture, clothes, and more enchanting goodies to display!
I am beyond excited to finally share with you this CC pack! This was so much fun to make, and I’ve learnt a lot. Developing cultural references within the Simverse is definitely my favorite thing. I can’t wait for you to discover all the details, swatches and descriptions, and learn more about Henry Puffer and his friends! You have the possibility to pick and choose the items you want, and plenty of them are not directly related to Henry Puffer, so you don’t obligatory have to be a Potter fan to enjoy the pack :)
I don’t want to write the longest post ever, so additional infos, complete credits, terms of use, eeeeverything has been organized in my website.
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As always, credits to @illogicalsims for his amazing render of the cover!
Lady with a dragon 🐉
Pose and dragon by @ashwwa
Hood by @teanmoon
Dress by @plazasims