#is that what the kids call it

[owsalfa]

I should really talk about this, since its very interesting, but as always I just put it off and think "Oh I'll do it next time" but then never do. Lets talk about the Original/Pilot episode/original style etc for the Watership Down 1999 series, since the last couple of posts have got me going again.

So, every show has to start somewhere, sketches and mock ups of characters and episodes and Watership 1999 is no different. But we haven't gotten to see much of it. From early promo images, we can see that watership had a pretty drastic style change.

Note that I'm only talking about Seasons 1 and 2, because Season 3 is a different ball game.

We know the style Watership has now -

But in its early stages, the animation was softer, "older" looking. It reminds me of The Animals Of Farthing Wood.

Heres some images showing this older style.

And what seems to be an work in progress logo.

(Also fun titbit, news articles have always used these above pictures when talking about the show, and never any of the final style.)

We don't know exactly how far into production this style went. A video found by @roseate-lagomorph seems to show the characters animated, and I think this means the production team got as far as a pilot episode with this style! [Click here for video link]

There are also cardboard cut outs of this style in the background while voice actors record their lines, as seen in "The Making Of Winter on Watership Down" from the VHS -

But again, they didn't stick with style for long. During the same special we can see some storyboards and character reference sheets in the style we are all used to

Even in an earlier episode, we have the same style characters. (This is a storyboard from The Mysterious Visitors."

So I wonder where the cut off point was? How far into production and why did the style change?

Speaking of changes, you can see in the earliest versions there was clearly a Dutch Rabbit character to be involved in the main cast.

This guy was definitley a cut character, who exactly they were meant to be, I can't say. I remember from many years ago an article I read named them as "Thumper," but without refinding that ancient source, I wouldn't say it's official in any way.

SOURCES:

www.mirror.co.uk webneel.com blogs.telegraph.co.uk www.petercolley.com filmguide.co.nz dailymail.co.uk Waybackmachine

I have an older notepad file I wrote containing my sources on the watership archive, if you want a direct link to that HMU!

[sokovianfortune]

also this is the first time in two years that i haven’t had a full valentine’s day fic to post so here is a small snippet of my current wip to make up for it (hopefully)

“Vis,” she insists, turning his gaze upwards to meet hers. He is her Vision, her husband – and somehow, against the will of fate itself, he has found her just in time to pull her back from the darkness even as it had threatened to swallow her whole once again. 

Slowly, he reaches up to take hold of her wrist, his touch feather-light, as if her bones might snap beneath his fingers if he isn’t careful.

“Wanda,” he finally exhales – and it’s his voice, gentle and clear, no longer inhibited by SWORD’s programming. In that moment and despite all that has come to pass, Wanda has never been more certain that she’d tear the multiverse asunder all over again, just to hear her name on his lips. Tears burn white-hot behind her eyes, blurring his features as she traces the outline of his cheek with her thumb, re-memorizing the familiar brush of his alloyed skin against her own. 

His lips part again, and for one long, heart-wrenching moment, Wanda watches an all-too familiar struggle play out across his features. Even without her magic at play, she knows that he’s reaching for words that aren’t there, whether through SWORD’s design or his own. She’d always thought it endearing, in the past, that even with a boundless wealth of knowledge at his disposal, her presence still managed to tie Vision’s tongue into such a knot.

It still does; but now, her heart aches in tandem with the knowledge of what separates them from the people who once stood in the streets of Glasgow, on the precipice of a life that should have been theirs from the start.

The smile that cracks its way across her features is hardly a well-practiced expression and, consequently, Wanda does not expect it to be a particularly pretty thing. But, in the end, it is there — and even that alone is a tiny victory in and of itself. Leaning forward, she presses her forehead against the cerulean gem that now sits in place of the Mind Stone, basking in the soft thrum of her own magic singing back to her from within.

And, really, what else is there for her to say?

“… Hello.”

A soft, shuddering sound emanates from Vision’s throat, and it takes Wanda a moment to recognize it as a chuckle. With the gentle disbelief of a man who has somehow managed to catch a wisp of sunlight in his hand, he reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair. 

“Hello,” he murmurs back to her — more agreement than greeting.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa’s thoughts when meeting Abby..

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[obsessedwithstarwars]

Okay you can’t tell me that Vlad doesn’t have an organ somewhere in his mansion. Upon learning of this, Danny would teach himself how to play the Haunted Mansion theme on the organ and play it at 2am.

Vlad Masters is away on business in Gotham, and the Fentons are coincidentally there for a symposium on ecto-activity. So it’s perfect! Except he goes to the wrong house, er mansion.

Honestly, Danny thought it was one of Vlad’s many mansions. Scaring the old man is his favorite activity after all. There’s a higher amount of ectoplasm here, so it has to be Vlad’s place right?

When Bruce comes out (on one of his few nights off) and sees his carbon copy playing the organ, all thoughts fly out of his head. Danny finally looks up and also blue screens. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until Danny’s cell phone rings (the ghostbusters theme??) and he panics. He jumps up and makes a break for the other door rushing through apologies “SorryWronghousegottagobye!” And runs out of the room. “Wait! Who are you?”Bruce exclaims as he rushes after him. They’re on the second story in one of the rooms he rarely uses. How did he know where the organ was? No matter. He’ll catch the kid on the stairs.

Except the kid is already almost at the bottom. How did he get down so effortlessly? The kid practically floated down the stairs.

Bruce gets to the foyer just in time to see the kid realize the door was dead-bolted in multiple spots. He won’t be able to undo them all before Bruce catches up to him.

He slows down and stands behind a pillar, assessing his next move. He needs to be careful here. This is a child after all, no need to spook him any more than he already has. He needs to slowly approach, and ask his questions.

But then the kid does the unexpected. After looking around frantically, he takes a deep breath. Two rings form around his middle and travel up and down his body. His black hair turns ghostly white. He looks back, almost directly at Bruce. His eyes widen as if he realizes he’s being watched. He whispers, barely loud enough to hear, “I’m so sorry, please don’t follow me.” Then, he backs through the locked door and vanishes.

[alphabetcompletionist]

i just got recommended the blog wordsearchwhatever and let's just say if this was 2014 our blogs would be anthropomorphized and kissing

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[boyyardee]

WAKEUP CLUMSYSHADOWPEACH NATION GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING

[madefortherain]

MY favourite canon wolfstar moment? oh, definitely when harry wonders why sirius never complains about being on his knees for floo calls

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

gender is a performance and i am but a reluctant backstage emo whose parents made them sign up for tech crew as an Extracurricular

[a-fangirltrash]

Do u guys think that Fiddleford sometimes accidentaly called Stanford darling, sweetheart and love because he kept mistaking him with his wife hahahah.... and that he was so sleep deprived once that this happened....

Yeah this is canon in my head like this would totally happen, he's not beating the cheating allegations

[sunnystrikerz]

Mac and his scary titan privileges :]

[labyrinthineclockwork]

I'm a camp counselor and a Mechanisms fan. This means I have a unique opportunity of influence on kids who think I'm cool. I have used this power not for evil, but for my own amusement. I've been shouting "JONNY D'VILLE, YOUR HUMBLE CAPTAIN" and i have trained my loyal hoard of a dozen 10 year olds to shout back "FIRST MATE" and its quite possibly the best thing ive ever done. I shouldn't be as proud of this as I am, but it works better than any other attention getter I've ever used.

[mocking-the-bird]

If Tim and Steph decide that 7am is time for sibling bonding activities, it'll be so, even if the sibling they're bonding with is trying to get some goddamn sleep

[stump-not-found]

i think they're gonna make it, guys

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