The ending really hit me the hardest and i can’t stop crying. Seeing their beautiful friendship blossom and then disappear is so heart breaking. I can feel Fujino’s pain and regrets looking back on their memories and that heavy last piece of dialog “Then why do you draw, Fujino?”
Fujimoto did it once again, creating a beautiful but heartbreaking story. His use of silence, facial expressions, and body language really impacts the audience in a way not many can do. Fuji def improved his craft and I am so excited to see what he will bring for CSM pt 2
ive been buying more stuff on bandcamp because it supports indie artists way more than spotify
reminder to buy on bandcamp fridays!
these specific friday events (that do not happen every friday, it varies)?
artists get 100% of what you pay for their work. On bandcamp friday all proceeds go to the artist.
bandcamp fridays are usually the first friday of every month though right now there isn’t one until August 6th, 2021. though this Friday 6/18 they’re giving all the money they usually take to the NAACP Legal Defense Fund
and even if you don’t buy stuff on bandcamp fridays, bandcamp still pays artists 80-85%, whereas spotify only pays artists less than half a cent per stream.
so if you like listening to someone’s music on spotify, also support them on bandcamp if you’re able to!
It’s been five months since I animated anything for fun, and I’m so happy I got to animate something that I wrote. Thank you to @themornal and @8edhead for providing the voice work for this clip, you guys knocked it out of the park and I couldn’t be more happy with how it turned out.
Also if you notice that the character look different from how I used to animate them, these are completely different rigs. I love working with them!
For no Irish speakers when translated it says “make a movie about black people they said” but in Irish putting a colour modifier when talking about a person/group of people it has a cultural meaning, some colours even have different words when talking about hair colour (like red). So in that vein, the word black (‘dubh’ pronounced ‘duv’) is associated with the devil and/or evil things and naturally it’s quite rude to describe someone as black in Irish so we call black people ’gorm’ (pronounced gurrum) which is actually blue. Frequently people claiming Irish heritage mess this up, most notably and hilariously is that cop who tried to make a ‘blue lives matter’ t-shirt and messed up every word single word in the translation except for the ‘blue’ modifier which made his stupid t-shirt actually say ‘black lives matter’.
All that to say that it translates as “make a movie about black people, they said” but directly translated it says “make a movie about blue people, they said”.
Listen in the past the poor have had to improvise cheap food the rich never wanted as a means to survive. And over the many years of innovation made the food taste good until eventually the rich where like: “Oh hay you actually like that garbage? Why on earth would you like it?” Then they try it, love it, start buying it, and then drive the price up so much it becomes a luxury good.
They do this and its devastating, the food typically never becomes affordable again. It don’t matter how cheap the foo dis to produce, it doesn’t matter if there is almost no meat on the bone or its super difficult to eat and messy. Once the poor discover how to make some bit of cheap food taste good, the rich take it away via driving the price of it up.
THEY DID THIS TO RIBS.
Ribs were garage meat. Just look at them, there is hardly any meat on the bone, you have to eat them by hand usually, and they are messy. They where an undesirable cheap source of junk meat. But the poor being the poor made them taste good. (Because they don’t have much to choose from.) The rich discovered the meals the poor made with them and decided they liked ribs too. People discovered they could sell a few ribs to rich people and make way more money then selling lots of ribs to poor people and the price was driven up.
DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!
They did the same to brisket. You used to be able to get brisket for less than a dollar a pound, which meant you could get a twenty pound brisket fairly cheaply. And then you smoked it, sliced it, and had meat for weeks if not a full month. And it was tasty. I grew up eating brisket at least once a month because my family could afford it.
It was a cheap meat because no rich person looks at the dangly part of the neck of a cow and goes ‘ooh, that looks tasty!’.
But then Food Network started showcasing things like barbecued brisket. Rich people started showing up at places that weren’t just Rib Crib to get their barbeque. And the price of brisket went up. A lot.
I regularly see it for over five dollars a pound in stores now. And while yeah, that might not seem like a lot when you’re talking only a pound or two of meat, brisket is normally sold in ten to twenty pound sizes. It’s become completely unaffordable to the people that made it delicious.
Sushi used to be really cheap, too, until it became ‘trendy’. Guess why you’re now paying twelve dollars for your order of California rolls? Because rich people discovered something that poor people had been eating for ages.
Noticed the prices of fajita meat, chicken thighs, or ham hocks has gone up recently? You guessed it. Rich people are taking our food and now we’re scrambling to afford the things that we grew up eating.
Lobster is a perfect example of this phenomenon.
For hundreds of years, lobster was regarded as a sort of insect larvae from the depth of the sea. It had zero appeal as a “luxury food” until people living in NY and Boston developed a taste for it. Before the 19th century, it was considered a “poverty food” or used as fertilizer and bait - some household servants specified in employment agreements that they would not eat lobster more than twice a week.
It was also commonly served at prisons, which tells you something about prison food.
Only by cleverly marketing lobster as an indulgence for the privileged made it cost so much. It became a vehicle for enormous profit spawning a multi-billion dollar global industry in the process. This mythical affection for lobster flesh - not its practical value in terms of taste, nutrition, or any other reasonable consideration - drives its value.
LMAO. Wait.
Anyone else’s eye twitchin?
Food gentrification is a long standing practice and it’s some of the most evil shit I can think of. It’s why I refuse for example as someone living in the US to buy things with Quinoa in them. It is specifically pricing an indigenous population out of their prime staple food. It’s a horrific invasion of one of the final requirements of staying alive.
Oysters were another too poor to be eaten food, they were almost a waste product of the river pearl industry and were sold in London as cheap as it got, in the winter months oysters were one of the main sources of protein in workhouses. Now they’re a “delicacy”
Same thing’s happened to bacon over the past 15, 20 years or so.
Prime example of why being a fanfic writer is painful
star wars fuckery to english glossary: the reader’s digest version
the star wars universe has no official name but in fandom you’ll see it shortened to GFFA for “galaxy far, far away”
glass - transparisteel
metal used in construction - durasteel
very strong space-plastic (used in stormtrooper armor) - duraplast
tablet computer (analogous to a PADD in trek) - datapad
rather than paper, handwriting is usually done with a stylus on flimsiplast (flimsi/flimsy for short)
holos are 3-d videos or videomessages, recorded and played on a holoprojector (these are often seen in small formats, palm-sized - analogous to like. a GoPro.)
we don’t drive cars, we drive landspeeders or speeder bikes
we don’t shoot guns, we shoot blasters
if you didn’t bring a knife to a gun fight, you perhaps brought a vibroblade instead - an edged weapon that, you guessed it, vibrates. little ones could be called vibroshivs or vibroknives. we actually got to see polearm versions of these in The Mandalorian! it was very exciting.
robots in GFFA are, of course, droids. astromech droids (astromechs) are the like. iphones of the droid world - ubiquitous, multipurpose, most with a similar aesthetic. R2-D2 and BB-8 are both astromech droids. human-shaped droids like C-3P0 are protocol droids.
got a papercut? a nasty flesh wound? a missing chunk of your torso, perhaps? slap a bacta-patch on it or take a dip in a bacta tank for a soothing treatment with this all-purpose miracle healing goo. this is what diapered Luke is bobbing around in during the early part of Empire Strikes Back.
you’re supposed to say kriff/kriffing instead of “damn,” “shit,” or “fuck/fucking,” but this is for cowards. let Obi-Wan cuss.
midichlorians - ignore them.
before the Empire comes to power, baby jedi who can’t hack it as knights or are never chosen to be Padawan apprentices become members of the Service Corps, the branches of which are the Agricultural Corps (AgriCorps), Medical Corps (MedCorps), Educational Corps (EduCorps), Exploration Corps (ExplorCorps)
dates are expressed (typically) as [date] Before the Battle of Yavin (BBY) or [date] After the Battle of Yavin (ABY). for instance, the sequel trilogy begins in 34 ABY.
and, yes: that famous cantina tune from Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes is in a musical style called jizz. because star wars is incredibly stupid.
popcorn is called bang-corn, because obviously the earth-centric aspect of popcorn is the popping, not the corn.
No, back the fuck up, the Cantina music is called what now
Palpatine: *about to sneak some seemingly innocuous legislature through the Senate that he’s carefully laid the groundwork for over many years and introduced and supported through 37 proxies within proxies*
Bail Organa, coming out of nowhere:
Bail Organa’s security team must be a goddamn masterpiece.
Like. We all know. Padmé loves to poke the bear. It’s her thing.
Bail? Bail wanders through the Senate Building, talking about Justice and Sentient Rights and Morality, and the only reason he’s not been assassinated yet is because his security team is exactly two feet ahead of him hidden behind bushes and under trench coats, frantically cutting tripwires and gluing trapdoors shut, securing pianos before they can drop six stories, and throwing thermal detonators back out the window before they can explode.
Whoever these noble warriors are… I S A L U T E Y O U.
Headcanon: post ROTS, it’s CF99. Space Prince Dad tricked them into CARING and GIVING A SHIT about him and his hopes for a better and safer galaxy and now he just can’t stop PISSING OFF THE EMPEROR but his daughter is cute and hell on wheels and reminds them of an angry blonde reg they once met and goddamnit now I’m crying.
He/Him. A Draftsman, an Artist, an Excellent GM. Has had the Nick Cage thumbnail since Obama’s first term. Proud Space Battler and Sufficient Velocity...er(?)