I love it when you can pick up an animator’s quirks.
I’ve read in old interviews with Milt Khal’s fellow animators that he did the swaggle to purposefully show off. Moving the head in 3-d space is an exceptionally hard thing to do but Khal upped the level of difficulty to a place many animators wouldn’t go. Not only are they all doing the swaggle you’ll notice they are all TALKING while they are doing it. This is back in the days where you had to use a timing sheet to pace your animation and a head swaggle doesn’t work if its too slow or too fast so he had to figure out the right speed so it looked natural while the character finishes what they have to say while not interfering with the distinct mouth shapes. Not only did Khal do it without any shifting weight problems or timing issues he would often do it while moving the rest of the body. This isn’t his signature move just because he was good at it.This is his signature move because he was one of the only people skilled enough to DO IT AT ALL.
Milt Khal was a MASTER.
God, I can’t express to you how fucking DELIGHTED I become whenever they Milt Khal Head Swaggle Post graces my dash with its presence again.
there is a tendency with history, i think, because weâre so far removed from it, to kind of forget that all of the people were people
a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words âthis is very highâ 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries⌠milennia⌠ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying âi was hereâ. a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.
every human being across history has said âi was here. i lived. i loved. i made something. i laughed. i cried. please do not forget meâ
most of us are not important enough that we will be remembered by name for more than a few decades. we are not kings or queens or great military leaders or innovators or influential artists, musicians, authors.
but all of us, every one, has a deep primal need to persist. we leave handprints on the wall, scratch our names into stones, carve initials into a tree, mark our growth as children on a wall, bury little time capsules. write in the margins of a book. hide notes behind the wallpaper.
reaching out into the future to some unknown human long after weâre gone to say
âhello, you. i was here, onceâ
here i re-wrote it as a poem to fit your tag
Somewhere far away from me And impossibly long ago, now A mother holds her child up high To leave a handprint on the wall
A man I will never meet Climbs a rock for fun He writes a message on the stone And he says âthis is very highâ
Somebody, once Cooked a meal and burned it Took the pot to the land outside their house And buried the evidence
An Egyptian king Thousands of years before my birth Wore a shirt embroidered with little ducks And kept it, lovingly, in a chest
In a prison cell within a tower A man stretches out through centuries And marks off the days of his sentence As lines on the wall
A long-forgotten monk Labours over a manuscript by candlelight And writes in the margins He is bored, and he has a hangover
They leave pieces of themselves behind And they say
âI was here I was here please do not forget me I was alive and I loved and I got sick I had a favourite animal
I was here. Do you love me? I love youâ
Yes, I do. I hold your life between my hands And I see it, and I love you
I scratch my name into a rock On a tree, I carve my initials And the initials of someone I love So very much
I bury a box in my garden And I write in the margins I reach into the future To somebody I do not know
A stranger who will never know me
âHello, youâ I say âI was here, once. I loved and I got sick and I had a favourite colour
Do not forget about me, please I love youâ
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âPoetry. Not really but I donât have a better tag and Iâm obsessed with this.â end id]
please do! i wrote it for you, stranger i will never meet
and if you print it then maybe somebody finds it, somewhere, in the back of a drawer in 100 years and hold it in their hands and love me as i love them
do not forget about me, please
May I use your poem as a writing prompt please? I will credit it and link back to you. Itâs SO ANGSTY Iâm gonna cry
of course!
itâs beautiful i love it thank you
This is giving me strong âTo a Poet a Thousand Years Henceâ vibes, in the best way possible:
To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence
by James Elroy Flecker (1884-1919)
I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along.
I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry.
But have you wine and music still, And statues and bright-eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above?
How shall we conquer? Like a wind That falls at eve our fancies blow, And old Maeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, Read out my words at night, alone: I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you. You will understand.
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HA so these guys in the library were joking around and one is like “So when’s our date?” and they started discussing when and where and what. Then they hugged really hard and slowly pulled apart and just kind of stopped a second and the other was like “… you really gonna take me on a date?” and the first guy is like, “Uh… yeah, man I’ll take you on a date.” AND THE SECOND GUY SEEMED SO EXCITED GUYS I THINK I JUST WITNESSED THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
âwhy bother writing bisexual characters if they just end up in a m/f relationshipâ
my dude
my guy
my pal
stop talking forever
Oh I have never reblogged faster in my life
Watching my bi friendsâ identities get erased when theyâre in m/f relationships makes me think itâs even MORE important to write bi characters in m/f relationships and then be REALLY BLATANT about the fact that one or both of them is bi.
I had a bi friend who was dating a girl and when he said anything about being bi she would laugh and say âthat doesnât matter cuz youâre with meâ. Never been so happy to hear a friend broke up with a partner
As a bi woman whoâs in a m/f relationship, whoâs favorite oc is a bi man in a m/f relationship. This is very important to me!
husband kissed me this morning and murmured âmlm/wlw solidarity[1]â which is frankly the entire point of bi folks of different genders ending up together
points to a sign that says “sometimes two people from the same marginalized community will want/need two very different things from their representation in fiction and they should both be allowed to find and make that representation to suit their own needs and neither should be criticized for not making the representation that the other wants”
like, for example, if one trans person is dealing with hostility from their family and their own internalized transphobia and they’re comforted by seeing a trans character face those same things, then that’s fine and they should be allowed to. if another trans person finds those kinds of stories bleak and disheartening and would prefer to see a trans character with caring loved ones and who takes pride in their identity, then that’s also fine and they should be allowed to. neither of them is doing the other any harm by looking for or making the content they personally want to see.
