Ghibli Museum Short; 水グモもんもん
Before the production of Princess Mononoke, a project titled Boro, the Caterpillar was considered for a feature release. The producer, Toshio Suzuki, noted that Miyazaki “is getting old” and a chance of doing an action film in the future would be none. So Suzuki pursued Miyazaki to initiate the Princess Mononoke project. A few years later, a story of a small creature living in a vast world still lingered in Miyazaki’s imagination. Thus, he written and directed a fifteen-minute short titled Mizugumo Monmon (Water Spider Monmon); a diving bell spider who fell in love with a water strider.
YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTIN’ ME
*loud happy screaming*
You can only see this short at the Ghibili Museum :[ I have the picture book adaptation with stills from it, though.
oh oh oh OH OH OH OH NO
this is too precious I’m gonna cry
OHM YY GOD OHMYGOD OHMYOGODD OHMY GOD
I see a lot of posts these days about how allies really shouldn’t be getting mad at activists shitting on privileged people and I get that I really do but
Like if the essence of your activism is just to post about mantears and “kill all cishets” and other dumb shit like how is that helping progression. I definitely understand venting but those posts have become so prominent that I’m getting the feeling that people think those posts actually help in some way outside of venting and let me be really, really clear that they don’t.
Teal/Obs/Coal Female Irishimbond
I figure I’d take around 150k for her, but I’m super open to negotiations or trades, I’m looking to breed farther into the green spectrum, so I’d definitely be willing to trade for a green-range coatl!
I celebrated ~*Earth Day*~ by listening to some of my favorite episodes of Sparks Nevada Marshal on Mars today! And then I drew some stuff!
Drunk Croach is my favorite character sorry not sorry
Wait what is this
Immortality and the origin of death is one of the most popular topics of stories from around the world, actually. Often immortality is or can be conferred on average humans by eating or drinking a rare and special kind of food or beverage.
In the Islamic world you have the four immortals, including Khidir, the Green Man, who drank from the water of life and became immortal. Khidir’s tale shares some factors in common with the story of The Wandering Jew. You can read more about him and the other immortals here.
In China you have the Covert Eight Immortals:
- Immortal Woman He (He Xiangu),
- Royal Uncle Cao (Cao Guojiu),
- Iron-Crutch Li (Tieguai Li),
- Lan Caihe,
- Lü Dongbin, leader;
- Philosopher Han Xiang (Han Xiang Zi),
- Elder Zhang Guo (Zhang Guo Lao), and
- Han Zhongli (Zhongli Quan).
whose power can be transferred to tools an used to destroy evil ro bestow life; as well as the Eight Immortal Scholars of Huainan, or the Eight Gentlemen, who aren’t deified or made supernatural in any way, as their “immortality” is a metaphor but I think that’s a fun play for fiction. As well as Emperor Qin Shi Huang, who famously spent much of his life searching for an elixir of immortality.
There are a fair amount of Native American tales that deal with this topic, too. The Boy Who Would Be Immortal is a Hočąk story, with analogues in Macmac, Menominee, and Potawotami, with their theme of fasting. If you plan to include immortals that blend with supernatural tales, Wendigo are certainly immortal (humans become Wendigo by breaking taboos or committing terrible crimes), as are Skin Walkers in Navajo legend.
In Vietnam, Hang Nga and Hau Nghe are made immortal by eating a special type of grass. Separate from this, you have the Vietnamese Four Immortals: the giant boy Thánh Gióng, mountain god Tản Viên Sơn Thánh,Chử Đồng Tử the marsh boy, and the princess Liễu Hạnh.
In both Hindu and Buddhist tales, the elixir of immortality is guarded jealously by the gods and Garuda, the mythological bird person, plays a very important role in these kind of stories in Southeast Asia.
There’s a Yoruban tale about Oba Koso or Shango, who was forced to commit suicide by political intrigue but did not hang; The demigod Maui has many stories his quests involving immortality for himself and others in Tonga, New Zealand, Samoa, and many other Pacific Islands.
Also keep in mind, even if you’re going to allow Greek or Roman immortals to dominate your story-not all Greek or Roman immortals were white people. A notable exception is Memnon, an African (Ethiopian and/or Sudanese) king, who was killed by Achilles and mourned so deeply by Eos, his mother, that Zeus was moved to grant him immortality.
I highly encourage anyone else to add their favorite stories about immortality to this post!!!
I’m not sure if someone’s already mentioned it, but there’s a Japanese folktale about how if you eat the flesh of a mermaid (person-fish, 人魚), you’ll become immortal.
There’s a brief passage about the original story here (which started showing up in the Edo/Tokugawa period [~1600-1868]) and a general entry from the Obakemono Project which now, sadly, can only be accessed by the WayBack Machine, but sports a very nice citations list.
no cough syrup
you are not ‘grape flavoured’
have you ever tasted a grape
you taste like death and the tears of small children
not fucking grape
wow what a surprise another cis-gendered white upper-middle class american male telling someone what they can and cannot identify as. why don’t you go fuck yourself
So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:
We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.
The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.
We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.
We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.
My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.
I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.
But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.
So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.
My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.
Because this totally wasn’t just made up for notes. You know, like the claims of sexual harassment that allegedly took place at Everfree Northwest of the voice actresses of the Cutie Mark Crusaders that the VA’s themselves openly debunked on Twitter as being complete lies.
Or the person that claimed their four-year-old that they apparently LEFT UNATTENDED ON THE INTERNET was magically able to utilize a search engine, and understood the context of an alleged image that is psychologically impossible for a four-year-old to grasp.
Also, you said above that this fictional child told you not to tell their parents, and then you claim you got their permission to post about the incident on Tumblr, which would imply that you did tell them (but apparently, only when it was convenient for you to do so, and not when the child would have actually been in danger). On top of this, police take reports of attempted child abduction VERY FUCKNG SERIOUSLY. If you really did report an incident like this, they would have been on the scene immediately, regardless of “lack of evidence”. No legitimate police officer would just ignore a call about an attempted kidnapping and assault of a child.
You know what’s really repulsive here? People who deliberately make up overwhelmingly obvious stories about the sexual harassment of a little girl. You’re literally the one creating a disgusting, sexual story about a child.
If you’d like to consider it, I invite you to read through this, and then ruminate a little on how exactly anyone is “taking anything away” from anyone else. You’re also welcome to read through this, and perhaps rethink your decision to make sweeping generalizations about large groups of people just for a little internet popularity. Oh, and before you try to play the “You must be a morbidly obese, cishet, white, male neckbeard pedophile in a fedora!” card that people like you are so quick to throw around, I must regretfully inform you that I’m a 31-year-old French/Lebanese woman from the midwest that grew up with My Little Pony in the 80’s, and whose wisdom that has come with age and experience has made her pretty goddamn adept at detecting bullshit.
I think this is fabricated too. OP said that the convention was yesterday last night. I decided to google local conventions in San Francisco. The only con i could find was BABSCon and that was from April 18th-20th and today is the 22nd. Since the post was posted 9 hours ago, that ment that the post was made on the 21st and BABSCon ended on the 20th. Not only that, i decided to also Google small little meetups and i didn’t find anything. Unless this was some underrated con that was recently made and it had "Large groups" of people walking around.
It’s unlikely OP went to BABSCon (I mean, they didn’t even mention the name which is a DEAD giveaway) and the way they worded their post just reeks of Anti Brony hate. Just because someone calls themselves a Brony doesn’t mean they’re neckbeards and wear fedoras 24/7. That stereotype is beginning to be annoying.
Besides, why didn’t OP contact con staff to help Babby?
So, not only did they contradict themselves regarding contacting the parents, allegedly engaged in counter-productive measures that would have been detrimental to the child’s well being, and insinuate that the police wouldn’t take a case of possible child abduction seriously (and that the entire con wouldn’t have been put on an Amber Alert, and had the entire premises locked down, and the exits monitored), but there wasn’t even a single convention going on in the area they claimed, at the time they claimed it.
Yet another clear-cut case of someone circulating blatant lies in order to gain notes and attention.
I think the thing I hate about this the most is that on the off chance this wasn’t entirely fabricated out of thin air, that there is possibly some pedophile now wandering around free because OP decided it was a better idea to make this into a tumblr post instead of going to the police, putting more children than just Babby in danger now. Good job.
This is another example of crap that helps no one. How is it possible that you hate a group of people enough to make up fictional stories about pedophilia and child abduction.Seriously, OP, what is wrong with you? Are you that desperate for notes? :/
If any of this really happened, you’re totally in the wrong, and you totally handled this poorly. Everything everyone above me has said is right - police take missing child notifications or attempted child abductions very seriously. If children go missing in grocery stores they shut the whole operation down and don’t let anyone in or out of the complex until the child is found.
This is really long and yea bronies do disgustingly misogynistic stuff all the time but fabricating really awful, severe stories does more to harm actual criticism than it does to harm bronies, so
So I went and drew this when my friends and I joked over facebook about a “Ramen Rider” instead of “Kamen Rider.” Needless to say i went overboard and thought this through to the point I want to make a comic about this character, but I’m too tired and too busy… I’m going to bed now…