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letshaveadepressionparty · 9 months

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Gus Gus!! I can't remember if I asked you this or if we've discussed it but I'd love to know or re-learn it again lol.

What's your favorite movie and why? It can be any medium, live action or animated! *but bonus points if it's animated jk hehe...maybe lol*

I'll do you one better, I'll tell you all of my favourite animated movies because honestly I can't pick only one AND SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG TO ANSWER I went completely nuts with this btw.

The Tigger Movie

This movie, this fucking movie, because of this movie and Winnie Pooh in general I love the found family trope. That need of Tigger to find his family, all the others jumping in to help him and then trying to cheer him up, and then him realizing that his family has been there right in front of him all this time, his relationships with Roo and Rabbit mean everything to me, the acting and animation YOU COULD FEEL TIGGER'S SORROW, Tigger is my favourite character and this movie fucked me up emotionally and I love it so much.

Lilo and Stitch

OHANA MEANS FAMILY. FAMILY MEANS NOBODY GETS LEFT BEHIND OR FORGOTTEN. It has aliens, complex but loving family dynamics (with found famiy mixed into it), great fucking music (I knew all the dances) and it's beautiful. I've watched every single bit of media related to Lilo and Stitch, every movie and the tv series, and I love it all, but the first movie is so very special to me. The movie kinda grew up with me in a way, because when I was younger I related a lot with Lilo, but then I started relating so much with Nani, mostly because I'm the oldest sibling. Also Jumba and Pleakley are married I will die on this hill.

The Iron Giant

He wanted to be like Superman and he WAS he really was. I haven't seen this movie in a while now, I should rewatch it, but the friendship the kid and the robot had is something beautiful, and just all the humanity and care and love he experienced, he showed all of that way more than most of the humans from that movie. IT'S ART.

Ice Age

The first one specifically, the second one is really cool too but the others are kinda meh to me. Anyway I had this movie on vhs and I watched it so so many times, I know most of the movie by heart. And hey we have a beautiful found damily dynamic yet again!!! How Manny, Sid and Diego's friendship and companionship evolves as the movie progresses is awesome, Sid is fucking hilarious, Manny is a mood, I had a bit of a crush on Diego I'll be honest, and you really feel for all of them. And Scrat is Scrat, an absolute delight to witness.

The Spongebob movie (the first one ever created)

Just like with Ice Age, I know basically all the dialogue all the songs, I would watch this again and again with my little brother (this time on cd) it never gets old man. No thoughts only SpongeBob.

Over the Hedge

I have the soundtrack for this movie in my playlist, enough said. THIS MOVIE IS EVERYTHING, AND AGAIN FOUND FUCKING FAMILY. I'm realising with this list that I like that trope more than I thought, idk what that says about me. Hammy is my favourite guy, he's my little guy he can do no wrong whatsoever. And Stella the skunk is the character ever we love her in this house.

Shrek (the whole fucking saga)

There's no need for explanation here. Might be one of the best animated movie saga out there let's be honest here. AGAIN I have seen these movies so many times I know everything about them but I still enjoy the absolute fuck out of them.

Aardman Animations

Chicken Run, Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, Flushed Away, The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists!...AMAZING FILMS ALL OF THEM. I know not ALL of them are stop motion/claymation, some are computer animated, but because of these movies (and Laika's of course) my love for this animation medium began, and I could not be more thankful for that.

Monster House

My love for horror increased 100% after this movie, it's funny, it's spooky, it gets sad as hell, it has a great plot twist???? What more do you need.

Laika

Coraline and Kubo and the Two Strings are my favourites from Laika, but all their other movies are gems as well. Coraline, I don't know if I can completely express why I like it, it's a classic and it's so ingrained in myself after so many years, I can't not love it. Kubo and the Two Strings is a movie I watched much recently, last year I think, and I love it so much, the way it's animated is absolutely stunning it's a beautiful piece of art (much like all of Laika's work) and the story and characters are so lovely. Like I said before, seeing Laika's animations, seeing how much work and love is put into these films made me love stop motion so much and inspired me to become an animator.

Meet the Robinsons

THIS MOVIE MAKES ME SOB UNCONTROLLABLY. That part when Lewis sees his bio mom leave him at the orphanage???? The ending???? The message???? FUCK AHHHH. I'm a mess every time I watch this movie. Everything about it is, lovely oh so lovely, the characters we meet, the story, how we put the pieces of the puzzle together as the story goes, Goob kills me man (also he's literally me for real) I just, this movie means a lot to me. "Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths." Reading that and hearing the ending song absolutely DESTROYS ME.

HONORARY MENTIONS (that everyone should check out btw)

Emperor's New Groove and Kronk's New Groove, Road to el Dorado, Treasure Planet, Monsters Inc, Ponyo (and every other Studio Ghibli movie), Song of the Sea (and all other movies made by Cartoon Saloon because they are top tier, absolutely incredible movies), Megamind, The Lego Batman Movie, Manuelita (argentinian animated movie), every fricking 90s/00s Scooby Doo animated movie, Chicken Little, Brother Bear (the first one, the second one is kinda meh to me personally), Sword in the Stone, Klaus, Bolt, Spiderman into/across the spider-verse movies, Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio, Fantastic Mr. Fox and Isle of Dogs.

#you have no idea how much time I spent for this lmao #ask games #my delirious ramblings

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myheartismadeofstars · 4 years

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Since I love this rarepair (I always fall for rarepairs) how about a vaguely Beauty and The Beast themed Wen Qing/Nie Mingjue CANON DIVERGENT AU?

Basically the idea is that, NHS actually goes to visit WWX at some point because they are friends, and I genuinely believe he didn’t believe the rumours about him because of...well...EVERYTHING (they probably meet up in the city like WWX does with LWJ, obviously secretly because they could BOTH be killed, especially WWX and ESPECIALLY by NMJ if he found out) and WWX ends up telling him things and NHS decides he has to help somehow because he’s not a heartless bastard.

He decides to show a teensy bit of his manipulator side and offers to set up a plan to help him get the Wens out of danger, but it might be a long haul.

He takes WQ to stay with him, having her assist his brother with his...everything (we don’t want him going into Qi Deviation since it’s a COMMON ISSUE IN THIS FAM DAMILY) one of the conditions is that she is NOT allowed to reveal her family name (not that she’d complain) meanwhile, NHS will help her support the family, semi reluctantly giving up buying more clothes and fans and such so they can have food. If she can gain his trust, she may be able to reveal herself to him as WEN Qing and then explain that the stories of a poor family she’s struggling to support are true, and hopefully his brother would be willing to be compassionate enough to adopt the Wens himself

He only intends for his brother to come to trust this tough but kind doctor who can handle his bullshit, and then well:

“Who’d have guessed they’d come together on their own!”

Bonus: WQ and NMJ bonding over their mutual love of their little brothers as well as their “YOU CAN DO BETTER!” education parenting, their mutual hatred of WRH, and their “fuck you” personalities

BONUS Bonus: Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang becoming friends (even if Wen Ning is still the most badass babie zombie ever) and getting strangely excited when their big siblings fall in love.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wen qing #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mingqing #these two would be SUCH a power couple #btw when I say vaguely beauty and the beast themed #i mean I was listening to disney songs #and thought the dynamic could work #also her being forced to live with this man who is angery #and he kinda might DIE if she leaves him #(possible angst moment where she leaves to return to her family for a while and he's not in good shape?)#also: obviously she is in CONSTANT contact with WWX and her brother #WWX would FOR SURE DIE if she wasn't #HEY! maybe he's the one who she leaves to tend to?

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wendyimmiller · 5 years

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The Randomness of Branches

Ever look up at a grand old tree and marvel at the randomness of its branches? They dodge and weave. They angle off. They roam this way and that. The complexity is a wonder to look at. Exhilarating, sometimes. And the sum of these parts makes for a living thing that defies gravity, shakes off weather, and mocks time.

I am not an organized person. Describing my life as “a reign of random” might understate the case. And this has caused me untold stress. You see, I’m mostly of German heritage. Some fragment is Irish, and, somehow, inexplicably, this tiny genetic minority has made itself dominant, dragging my poor frustrated autocratic, goose stepping, timetable-oriented German side into whatever unplanned and unbudgeted “shiny object” direction my Irish eyes catch a sideways glimpse of. And, so of course there are no records of any of my adventures in gardening. Cultivar names, when plants were acquired, and where they got planted, all left to a construction-grade memory corrupted by time (too little at any given moment; too much overall), maybe an electrical surge or two, and, of course, plenty of Guinness. My inner Patrick shrugs and wonders why anyone would worry about any of this when the result has been a green and growing garden in which one can wax poetic over a pint or two, while my inner Wilhelm storms off to holler at the dog.

The work space of a disorganized person.

Always within arm’s reach!

So it was with great joy that I recently exhumed a forgotten bucket of plant tags that I had squirreled away over several of my formative years. The result: a warm, pleasant immersion into nostalgia. Who remembers Etera? The name means what? To me, it sounded like an evil plot concocted by a Bond villain. But I bought a bunch of their reasonably priced plants. Came with steel name stakes that lasted in the garden–I still unearth them on occasion–and each plant came with its own little booklet with cultural information. Of course with so much front loaded expense, Etera was doomed from the start, but a good way to load up on plants while they lasted.

A tag from Eco Gardens reminded me of a story regarding that mail-order nursery. It was the nursery of legendary plantsman Don Jacobs. A friend and I combined on an order, but somehow, between us, we managed to drop the ball on payment for several months. Eventually this resulted in a card written in the shakey, elderly hand of Don himself pleading with us to pay. “Achtung!”shouted Wilhelm. Patrick immediately wrote a check, including an apologetic note full of silky words, flowery passages, and an at once lyrical and perplexing side narrative about potatoes. Meant to keep the card–it was, after all, an autograph of sorts–but, of course, one of us lost it.

Don Jacobs. Photo taken from the jacket of his book on Trillium.

Heronswood Nursery. I say the words with reverence. I bought so many plants from there. I might have one left. But I loved Heronswood, and, like so many others, took perverse pride in the number of my Heronswood failures. I went on a dream trip there for an open house with my friend Pete Zale back in the early 2000s. Dammit, I miss my friend Peter. We were best buds once. Both of us nobodies. Actually, I was a nobody. Him? He was a younger, better-looking nobody with a mind that could potentially make him a somebody. Why does time happen? Why do people move on? Now he has a PhD, travels the world tracking down plants, works for Longwood. Actually, I think he’s the owner of Longwood. Not sure though. He’s still a good friend. Usually answers my calls. But neither of us are really any good at staying in touch.

Peter Zale (far right), pre-PhD, at the gardens of the Indianapolis Museum of Art (Now Newfields).

The potager garden at Heronswood. Not really representative of the place, but the best and most accessible picture I have from that pre-digital age.

Anyway, Heronswood was the finest garden I’d ever seen, and I still count it as one of the best. But Hinkley moved on. Mail-order nurseries burn people out. The nursery mercifully closed pretty quickly after that. Without Dan’s guiding hand and beautifully written catalogs that introduced us to new, exotic, and oh-so tantalizing rare plants along with tales of the epic adventures that found them, the magic just disappeared. His prose was why everyone gambled on these gems. No one cared if they lost a plant from the mountains of Vietnam to an Ohio winter. Dependable garden performance was never the point. Thankfully, Heronswood, the garden, was eventually bought and resurrected by a non-profit.

Heronswood catalogs cost $5 and were the top selling item for the nursery. Used copies can be found on Ebay at around $80.

At the other end of the catalog-writing spectrum was (the late) Bob Stewart from Arrowhead Alpines in Michigan. Grammar? Spelling? Hell. His catalogs read like a loner’s manifesto. Rambling, opinionated, offensive, and, yet, for those of open mind, intelligence, and maybe a dash of imagination, informative and hilarious. In a completely different way these catalogs inspired gardeners to try things they otherwise wouldn’t. I killed a bunch of Daphnes because of him. I miss each and every one of them. And Bob.

Bob and Brigitta Stewart, photo taken from: http://greenstreettree.com/in-memory-of-bob-stewart-genius-behind-arrowhead-alpines-in-fowlerville-2/

I met Bob and Brigitta on the second of two trips to the nursery. Because I’d read his catalogs, I was nervous, but they couldn’t have been more gracious! Spent so much time with my father and me. The ride home, however, was starkly unpleasant. My German side was just giving living hell to my Irish side. “We went to Arrowhead,” he shouted over and over, “and you bought a boxelder!” In fact, I had. It had beautiful blue bark. But the scolding quickly ended when my truck’s transmission burned up, and we–my father, a trailer-load of not hardened off plants, and both Patrick and Wilhelm–coasted to a stop at a forlorn and freezing exit outside of Piqua Ohio. The whole fam damily was mobilized in multiple sorties to eventually get us all home.

More tags from Woodlanders, Plant Delights, Oikos, Arbor Village, Roslyn, Forest Farm, Greer, and others reminded me of what a blessing it is for gardeners to have sources of rare and cool plants, and how much better we need to support these companies. They give us possibilities. They lure us into trying things we otherwise wouldn’t. This is–I’ll argue–for the greater good. Expanding ourselves is important, and certainly better than the alternative.

All this remembering and reflecting eventually got me thinking about my gardening journey. On the surface, so spontaneous, random, and Irish. So many different phases that got me from there to here—organic veggies, heirloom roses, alpines, Irises, natives, Asian maples, and more. Travels to great gardens and nurseries, drifting into new ideas, old friends, new friends, new associations, nights spent in questionable places, and nights at home poring over catalogs and websites. I’m so glad my Irish DNA dragged my German side into a forever meandering and widening delta of experiences.

Reminds me of tree branches in a way. So remarkably random when you’re amongst them, but from a distance, a place of perspective, you can see they’re really not random at all. They have but one purpose: aim towards the light. And because they do, there’s growth.

This post is a re-write of a column that first appeared in Ohio Gardener Magazine in 2017.

The Randomness of Branches originally appeared on GardenRant on July 17, 2019.

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turfandlawncare · 5 years

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The Randomness of Branches

The work space of a disorganized person.

Always within arm’s reach!

Don Jacobs. Photo taken from the jacket of his book on Trillium.

Peter Zale (far right), pre-PhD, at the gardens of the Indianapolis Museum of Art (Now Newfields).

The potager garden at Heronswood. Not really representative of the place, but the best and most accessible picture I have from that pre-digital age.

Heronswood catalogs cost $5 and were the top selling item for the nursery. Used copies can be found on Ebay at around $80.

Bob and Brigitta Stewart, photo taken from: https://ift.tt/2O0Aw7X

This post is a re-write of a column that first appeared in Ohio Gardener Magazine in 2017.

The Randomness of Branches originally appeared on GardenRant on July 17, 2019.

from GardenRant https://ift.tt/32o5zxA

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lellewynn · 7 years

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the fam-damily came into town last week.

holy shit those kids are FUN! We drove all over the valley of the sun! there was much political trash-talking (as usual).

dadmanzilla and wife had from the 13th to the 16th here with me, and getting them to pick things to do was like herding cats, but we eventually got it all fingered out. we’re not big shoppers and dad’s just about seen all he can stand of native ruins, so we did a little creative problem solving and came up with this itinerary – complete with naps!

what to do on a 3 day trip to Phoenix

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Day 1:

arrival – they didn’t get here until the evening of the 13th and they were tired, so we didn’t do much. they wanted to get a lay of the land, so we went for a little cruise up through old town Scottsdale so they could see some lights and the fancy part of town.

dinner – one of my favorite mexican restaurants; La Santisima. their… EVERYTHING… is #damndelicious.

Day 2:

morning – we got up early because spring in Phoenix is summer everywhere else and it was going to be in the 90s! we topped off our water supply and headed over to the Desert Botanical Garden around 8:30 am and proceeded to spend 4+ hours marveling at all the different desert-adapted plants, wildlife (including a roadrunner feeding her chick – made dad’s trip!) and chillin’ in the butterfly exhibit. they also have some pretty rad ancient cultural exhibits as well. we had lunch at the Patio Cafe in the garden.

nap – we were exhausted after so much excitement, so i dropped them off at their hotel, went home and took a glorious, if short, nap.

afternoon- we had a little gap between our nap and dinner so we decided to take a peek at the valley from the summit of South Mountain City Park. it’s a short, windy drive up the side of the mountain and through a scenic hanging valley to get to the lookout. there are TONS of hiking trails, including some with petroglyphs. once at the top, the entire valley is spread out before you, ringed by mountain ranges, and there’s a nifty compass there that tells you what’s what!

drinks and dinner – guys… the Arizona Biltmore. it is, hands down, my FAVORITE place to go have a cocktail and watch the sun set. it’s set right at the base of Piestewa Peak and the veranda is gorgeous, lined with date-palms and trees wound with twinkle lights. there’s a fountain in the center and when the sunsets… the mountains turn PURPLE! so, we had drinks out on the patio (their mules are my fave) and watched the sun set, then had the BEST scallops and pork chops i’ve ever had in my life at Frank & Albert’s restaurant just across the foyer from the bar. A+++! their patio setting was perfect for a few drinks, an awesome meal and conversation.

Day 3

morning – breakfast really isn’t a thing for us, so we skipped it and went for a walk around downtown Phoenix instead (if breakfast IS your thing check out snooze)! we roamed past the baseball stadium (go Diamondbacks!) and through the historic buildings at Heritage Square, stopping to get coffee at Royal Coffee Bar in one of the buildings before hoofing it back to the hotel to get ready for our big outing for the day.

mid-morning/afternoon – so our big outing this day was a tour of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin West. Even if you’re not a fan of modern architecture or megalomaniacs like Wright, this is still a must see. the story of the place is neat and Wright was able to take some creative liberties with his home in the desert. he even convinced some people to pay HIM to work on his home by calling it a school for hands on architecture. pure genius. lunch was at Chipotle in Scottsdale, where tiny lil me scarfed down one of their gigantic fatty burritos! yum!

NAP TIME!!!

evening – we were starting to get wistful because the next day dad and Di had to go home. so i decided to drive them out to one of my favorite places for sunset: Lost Dutchman State Park in the Superstition Wilderness. A vast sonoran preserve with lots of trails and some of the most gorgeous cliffs you could imagine! we took a short hike up the treasure loop trail and took pictures as the alpenglow turned the cliff faces orange, then pink, then purple and the light bounced off ancient saguaros (sawaros), cholla (choya) cactus, yucca, agave (agaaav-ehy), inhaled the earthy scent of creosote and listened to the chortling of the quail and watched the graceful swooping of the nighthawks. heaven! i just wish we could have seen a gila (hila) monster or a chuckwalla!

dinner & drinks – we weren’t sure if we were hungry or not after the hike but Di had fallen madly in love with the idea of eating at Salty Senorita in Scottsdale, so off we went! it was a little too noisy and the hostesses’ attitudes were a little too millennial for my tastes… i’m sure it would be great if you were a party animal! the nachos were good though. next time i’ll take them to one of the calmer breweries just down the road, that would fit our vibe way better!

Day 4 – Good Byes

woke up at the butt-crack of dawn to take the fam to the airport. i never realize how much i’ve missed those guys until i get to spend a little time with them. there may be more trips to idaho in the future so i can see them more often!

tips for visiting phoenix

if you’re from a cooler climate (like my fam), you may want to come during late fall/winter/early spring, since you’re not acclimated to our heat. plus winter here is 50 – 70ish degrees! You don’t want to come during late spring/summer/early fall and have your faces melt in 90 – 120 degree heat!

be sure to hike smart – do all your hiking early in the morning or in the evening (be off the trails by sunset if you’re not familiar with them). this is when the temps are the coolest. you want to be off the trails during the hot part of the day, or you’ll be scrambling to find what little shade we have in the desert!

this is a super busy and crowded city! be sure to make reservations ahead of time for hotels, restaurants and tours and be sure to give yourself LOTS of time to get anywhere, especially during rush-hour traffic… the freeways turn into parking lots (no really)!

DRINK TONS OF WATER!!! especially water with added electrolytes. phoenix is no ordinary place and people get into trouble with dehydration out here ALL THE TIME, so carry more water than you think you’ll need. and if you’re hiking, turn around when half your water is gone. this will ensure you have enough water to make it back to the trailhead.

head for shade or indoors from 12pm – 3pm. it’s the hottest part of the day and trust me, 80 degrees can kill. heat exhaustion is a thing. and it SUCKS!

don’t fuck with the wildlife guys… for real. i know they’re cute and you just want to cuddle with them, but they’re not afraid to take your ass out. watch them do their thing from a safe distance and NEVER feed them!

your turn!

what’s your favorite thing to do in Phoenix?

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what to do on a 3 day trip to Phoenix – especially if you’re not a shopper the fam-damily came into town last week. holy shit those kids are FUN! We drove all over the valley of the sun!

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