“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”—
When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.
When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.
But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.
And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.
”—Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via raggedybearcat)
“What is significant about fan fiction is that it often spins the kind of stories that showrunners wouldn’t think to tell, because fanficcers often come from a different demographic. The discomfort seems to be not that the shows are being reinterpreted by fans, but that they are being reinterpreted by the wrong sorts of fans - women, people of colour, queer kids, horny teenagers, people who are not professional writers, people who actually care about continuity (sorry). The proper way for cultural mythmaking to progress, it is implied, is for privileged men to recreate the works of privileged men from previous generations whilst everyone else listens quietly.”—Sherlock and the Adventure of the Overzealous Fanbase by Laurie Penny (via basilandtheblues)
please stop making comics about the stereotypical jock boy beating up the stereotypical nerd boy and somehow incorporating love. do not write them under posts about physical indicators of soulmates (glowing chests, names on wrists) and better yet, don’t reblog that shit when you see it!
stop living in this weird fantasy world where anyone’s secretly meant to be with their abuser forever. I can’t believe this is a text post I need to make
“It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.”—
I think there is something true here, though the truth is often very complicated.
True story: I probably was always gonna be a writer. It feels less like a passion than an inevitability. But if I’d fallen into gardening before art, you’d never have seen a painting out of me, and I’d be known (if I was known at all) for my absurdly named cultivars of native plants.
It worked out well enough for me. I regret nothing. (For one thing, Digger would have been really hard to do as a photo comic!) But there’s more than one way to go. Sometimes fifty roads diverge in a yellow road, and none of them suck and most of ‘em overlap.
i love how they literally released a design of honey lemon and all of tumblr agreed “she looks like rapunzel!!” and then they release another design where she’s wearing glasses and everybody is like “WOAH WHERE DID RAPUNZEL GO !!!”
what do you mean, clark kent and superman can’t be the same guy! clark kent wears glasses!
Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs was produced by Sony Animation, not Disney, and she doesn’t look all that much like the other two.
and i’m 10000% fed up with people who act like sj bloggers are never abusive assholes. an interest in social justice does not magically cancel out or justify someone’s shitty behavior, and there are plenty of egotistical assholes here who use their (very real) marginalization and oppression as a reason to treat other people like shit.
I have the curse of neglecting my health during my daily routine, and during the serialization, I vomited 200cc of blood and collapsed. It was late at night when the ambulance took me to the hospital. If I’m not mistaken, I remember it was around the time I was drawing the part where Pharaoh led the priests into battle against Bakura in Kul Elna. I had a stomach ulcer caused by stress.
According to the doctor, I only had two-thirds the amount of a normal person’s blood, which I was told is so much, people usually get groggy and have a hard time standing up. When the doctor said that, I was certain I had become groggy while drawing.
I quickly ended up relying on my visitors, by third day of hospitalization, I asked them to buy me a bunch of grilled chicken liver, which I hid in my room and ate at the dead of night. Thanks to that, I soon regained my health and was able to leave the hospital. But, being taken away by that ambulance was enough to prep myself for th inevitable. I had flat-out magnificent plans for the “Pharaoh’s Memories Arc,” but that event made me worry, “Will I be able to properly do the story? Sure would be a bummer if I die before I complete it…,” and, with popularity having dropped since when I was drawing all the card battles, my editors wanted me to finish the story and conclude the series in next six months.
Reluctantly, I cut short the episode with Priest Seto and Kisara, which I still regret, because, as all of you guessed, it is undoubtedly a defining episode for the relationship between present-day Seto Kaiba and his Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
Controlled by his desires and hatred due to the evil of the Millennium Eye, Ahknadin took Kisara captive to torture her in order to extract the White Dragon from her, but Priest Seto betrayed his loyalty to the Pharaoh and went to save Kisara. This is where the confrontation between Ahknadin and Priest Seto becomes rough, which eventually causes Ahknadin to go stark mad, resurrect Zork, and sign the Contract of Darkness. Then, my plan was to have it develop into a war between the specter army led by Zork Necrophades (The Great Dark Priest), the Pharaoh and his Priests, and Priest Seto with his own designs to avenge Kisara… But I ended up changing it and the episode got cut rather short.
Though, how groggy I was from my lack of blood at the time is obvious if you take a look at Zork’s design! I was actually the one who had gone stark mad! Holy moly!
I’ve made a few revisions in the bunko-book versions, so please keep that in mind. Next time, I think I’d like to talk about the new “Yuugiou” anime series.
THAT LAST BIT THOUGH. I had heard of this but never had any official sources—so it’s true. Takahashi drew Zorc that way due to his illness at the time. Goodness, haha!
I feel so bad that the series and art we love so much caused him all this pain and stress. I wish I could thank him for the fans’ sake.
We joke about all the tedious card games, but it really seems like they were well-liked in Japan—since they were the reason for the series’ popularity in the first place, and removing them made people lose interest? Geez. Millennium World really was magnificent; I can’t imagine what it would have been like if Takahashi had been in better health and had more time.
As a matter of fact, there was a plan for a “Yuugiou” movie.
Although the “Yuugiou” anime had ended, work was continuing on the series by way of the sequel. “Yuugiou GX” was being broadcasted with its new characters and setting, and about a year into televising, I was approached with negotiations for making a movie.
It was quite interesting! I had even thought of a title.
‘Yuugiou vs GX!!’
When I was younger, I eagerly waited for “Mazinger Z vs Devilman” to finally be released in theatres (it took AGES to come out…), but, there was no battle at all! With the anger that had gripped me from the battle I had wanted since childhood, I held this title in my hands, and without knowing why, my chest began to throb.
The story was going to be similar to this:
The students of the Academia go on a field trip to the city of the Legendary Duelists - Domino City. Amongst them, with a conspicuous gleam in his eyes, is a sharp-headed genius Duelist who sees a chance to defeat Yuugi and the other Legendary Duelists. That character was the mysterious Tarot user Saiou Takuma. A strange set of circumstances leads to Yuugi and Jounouchi meeting Juudai and his friends. And, Sauou contacts Kaiba Corporation and plots his scheme.
Domino City becomes the setting of a new Duel! A magnificent development? It seems that way.
The problem is, I was anguishing over whether or not to revive Atemu, after all, that’s like betraying the original story’s theme, and I decided at that point, I wasn’t going to do anything to alter what had occurred in the original story.
Eventually, the movie washed out, but it was fun to see Yuugi and the others in action in my head again after such a long time.
Yuugi and Juudai? Of course, a hero can’t fight their comrades. There won’t be a movie!
Translation by Cindy of yumeoidaku.info (Cindy notes that Mazinger Z is also known as Tranzor Z.)
(People sometimes seem to appreciate it when I dig out obscure bits of YGO fandom trivia and sites, and I didn’t remember reading this before. I hope Takahashi was pleased with the 3D movie that eventually did come out, even if there was no ‘vs’ each other! I typed it all out since the image would be a little hard to read on Tumblr…)