#ringing bell 1978

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[rjalker]

[ID: Two digital paintings of Chirin from the 1978 movie, Ringing Bell. Chirin is a ram with white fur and light skin.

In the first painting, he is shown as a lamb, frolicking through his home meadow over green grass and a blue sky filled with light clouds. His large eyes are blue and open wide, the bell on his neck shining. Fog obscures the mountain in the distance. He is facing to the left.

In the second painting, he is an adult, reared up on his hind legs, the mountain terrain around him drawn in shades of red, the sky fading to pink in the distance with the sky overhead still faintly blue. Chirin now has two sharply curved, forward facing horns that come to a sharp point, and his one visible eyes is narrowed and reflecting the red of his surroundings. The bell around his neck appears smaller, and reflects red as well.

Each painting has a pale watermark in the center, reading, "Astro griffin".

End ID.]

Earn your fangs.

[catgirlmissy]

tumblr’s tagging system is extremely broken i think, i tried looking at tags for a movie and it was like everything but the film

[soupy-sez]

RINGING BELL [チリンの鈴 | Chirin no Suzu] (1978) dir. Masami Hata

[wandered-rose]

ೀ Ringing Bell (1978)

[jojosbizarrecandyland]

Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter

Pages: 5 Words: 1978 Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.

As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”

The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”

Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”

Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”

The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”

“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”

As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.

“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”

Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”

The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”

Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.

“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”

One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”

Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.” 

She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”

The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.

Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.

“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”

A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”

Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”

She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”

Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”

Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”

The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”

As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.

But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.

She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.

Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.

And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.

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The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.

The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.

Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”

The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.

“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”

Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”

Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.

Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”

The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.

Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.

With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.

Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”

The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”

Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”

Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”

Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.

By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.

As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”

Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.

[scarlettwolf24]

Ringing Bell - 1978 I adore adult Chirin's design 💕

[useless-catalanfacts]

With festa major season coming to an end, I leave you with this beautiful video of how it's celebrated in Vilanova i la Geltrú (Penedès, Catalonia).

Festa major (called festes patronals in some areas) is one of the most popular holidays in Catalan culture, especially in the Southern half of Catalonia. Each town or city holds it on the day of their patron saint and the days around it, which means that each place celebrates it on a different day. Most festes majors happen between June and September, but there are others spread throughout the year.

It's celebrated with a lot of traditions on the streets that bring the community together. Even though it might vary from place to place, generally it goes something like this:

On the weekend before the day, there's the correfoc (the devils' dance and fire beasts from the town invite the ones from other towns and go around the streets).

Even though a few other events might have happened on the week before (such as the "spoken dances"), the festivity proper starts on the patron day's eve at noon with a bang: a loud kind of fireworks (called traca or mascletà or other names depending on the area). These are long lines of little explosives put together with a string, usually set up in the main square. Everyone gatheres around and the firecrackers are set off, with a string of loud sounds to let everyone know that the holiday starts. When it ends, everyone claps and cheers and the church bells ring.

Immediately after the firecrackers, the dance groups start the parade. It's important to know that they are not professional dancers, they are people from the town who sign up to learn the dance they like. These are traditional festa major dances, each group accompanied with their band of musicians. Each group learns their group's music, dance and clothes from the previous generation. They can change from area to area and from town to town.

On that night, there are fireworks and free concerts.

The next day, there are more parades of the dances. For lunch, families meet to have a meal together. In the afternoon, there are more dances again.

In many places, a diada castellera is held. The castellers (traditional Catalan "human towers") groups from other cities and towns are invited to perform in the town square.

You can see many of the dances that are widespread (with local variations in the clothing, choreography, and music) across the Southern half of Catalonia in the video.

You can also see one of the variations done in Vilanova i la Geltrú. There, the holiday starts by hanging a Catalan flag from the most visible point in the city: the church's bell tower. Vilanovins do this as a sign of celebration, because festa major is an icon of Catalan culture but, same as the rest of Catalan culture, it has had to endure a lot of hardships. Thanks to the fight of many people, Spain's attempt to ethnocide the Catalan people didn't succeed. Even though we had to keep speaking our language and celebrating some of our holidays in secret during Franco's fascist dictatorship of Spain (1939-1978), most of it has survived and still thrives, once again in public.

The song used in the video is one of the songs danced in the holiday. It's a traditional song from Catalonia and Occitania which we call "la polca d'Ours" (in Occitania they call it "la dansa de l'ors").

This beautiful video was made by Crispetes Films filming the 2024 holiday. It was posted by Festa Major Vilanova i la Geltrú's Instagram page.

[rainstormcolors]

@narikox: “do you think that seto was trying to please Gozaburo because he wanted to receive love from him?”

These are just my own thoughts on this. Others may read into canon differently. I know I like looking over other fans' ideas and considering varied readings and weighing possibilities.

I feel like young Seto couldn’t fully understand what he wanted from Gozaburo --- and if I’m honest, I don’t believe Seto will ever fully understand what he wanted from Gozaburo. I think it’s something that will always be cloudy to him, even if he can come to a point of understanding his own desires for connection. I feel Seto sought Gozaburo out in aspiration of being adopted by him because Seto wanted to become strong and he felt he didn’t want a loving family --- he was a grieving child who was also abandoned by his remaining family, thus I don’t feel he was well-minded and I don’t feel he was seeking warmth and sweetness out of Kaiba Corporation’s CEO Gozaburo Kaiba. He was probably bitter and felt lost.

I think a little of the movie Ringing Bell (1978), where a young lamb’s mother is killed by a wolf and the lamb goes to the wolf, asks to be raised into a killer by the wolf so he’ll never be weak again, and then the grown ram he becomes kills the wolf. But then the ram no longer fits in with the gentle herd. He seems changed into something else.

But Seto’s heart has always been more complicated than he’d like.

I think he admired aspects of Gozaburo even as Seto felt fueled to defeat Gozaburo, even as Gozaburo hurt him and twisted him up more and more. I think there were forms of idealization going in both directions --- Gozaburo wanted to raise a prized heir to carry his company and name onwards to greater heights and Seto saw a strong pillar of a man who couldn’t be crushed by the world. It was a “shared fantasy” I suppose, which is a phenomena in some abusive relationships that builds trauma bonds. “I hate you but I want to impress you. I hate you but you have things I admire in you despite that.” And Gozaburo was the companionship Seto had, as malignant as it was. Was Seto Gozaburo’s companion too? Does Seto want to think about that at all? I think it would become easier for Seto to focus on his feelings of hatred and to come to accept his experience as having been abused only after Gozaburo’s death and only after time to reflect, when the chance of impressing him is gone forever, when the glimmers Seto admired are gone forever and only the damage Gozaburo inflicted on him is left. Hatred is something at least. Underneath that, Seto might be afraid he has nothing inside himself.

Seto did hold onto the values Gozaburo “gave” to him --- seek power, be fueled by anger, losing deserves death, all conflict is a kind of war, and then Seto explicitly labels Gozaburo as a goal to surpass during Battle City.

Did Seto want love from Gozaburo? Was the way he tried to hurt Gozaburo back and “speak his language” and tell him “look what I learned from you” a kind of attempt to show love to Gozaburo as much as it was a knife plunged into him? Gozaburo spoke in the language of hurting him, so hurt Gozaburo back to tell him how much this means? Gozaburo wanted a ruthless heir and Seto became his ruthless heir. “I’ve become what you wanted.”

The ending to the movie Whiplash (2014) also comes to mind as something Seto may have been wishing for in his heart, even as he resents it. The abuser you admire and who has kept hurting you finally impressed by you and joining you, even as pieces of yourself have broken off.

I don’t doubt Seto fiercely hated Gozaburo, that he might’ve imagined smashing Gozaburo’s face in with a baseball bat in his sleep, but it’s more layered than simple hatred. That’s the other edge in Gozaburo’s suicide. “Didn’t I want you to die? Did you plan this all along? Did we both want this?” All the things Gozaburo never told him, never will tell him. Gozaburo as a human being who could die, who wanted to die. I think Seto might’ve flung into wild emotional spirals and flatlined to numbness, back and forth, in the wake of that --- and Death-T was perhaps partially a manifestation of that: a desire for destruction, a desire to live and die maybe. A new vicious opponent. Anything but the void inside himself.

I can understand why Seto doesn’t want to consciously think about these things in canon.

[guilty-gear-hot-take-hellhole]

Ringing Bell 1978. Venom coded. I can elaborate but I feel like it speaks for itself

I uhh… don’t know what that means :P

[sho-uta-confessions]

Have you ever seen Ringing Bell (1970)? The sheep sh0ta is so adorable! Mod Piko can you please turn on media so we can show you our favorite sh0tas too? c:

confession no. 18

never seen but thank you for the recommendation! i didn't find the 1970 one but i found a 1978 version which contains this sheep:

are you perhaps talking about him? if so... oh god he's such a cutie!!

also, about the media, i could swear it was turned on... at least the blog settings shows it's enabled. i think it's because you can't send media in anon, only off anon...

[rjalker]

we diagnose you with a creeping sense of alienation forever. incurable

[animenostalgia]

News - Animator Haruo Takashi, best known for working on classic anime like Himitsu no Akko-chan, Lupin the Third, and being a key animator on Sanrio's 1978 cult-classic The Ringing Bell has passed away. He was also an award winning manga artist for his 4-panel gag manga Iwayuru Hitotsu no Cho-san Shugi ("The So-Called Principal Cho-San"), which was serialized for 27 years. He was 76 years old. Rest in peace, Takashi-sensei.

[rolandrockover]

Kover It Up Vol. 5 - New York Groove

Hello, Russ Ballard, Kiss. As soon as one even mentally pronounces this chain of associations, the bell should ring for every halfway educated Kissalomaniac that one is dealing with a definitive key figure for Kiss kover songs. Songs that were written by Russ Ballard, and that Kiss or their closer associates have reinterpreted and recorded, mind you.

All in all, this has resulted in a total of five tracks (1), respectively two of which Ace has tackled more or less on his own. And today, of course, we want to talk about the very first one, namely nothing other than New York Groove from Ace's first solo album from 1978 (2). And as is well known, it was Eddie Kramer who persuaded Ace to cover this song, which the latter will probably have learned to appreciate over time.

But let's get down to business.

Hello's version of this NY vision sounds a little as if Chris Norman, in his best Smokie days, had been forced by strict medical prescription to spare his vocal chords as much as possible and not to sing but only to whisper. Such an idiosyncratic decision lends the music a determinedly passive, but nonetheless equally commanding and energetic effect, which is only reinforced by the unusually light, but all the more confident harmonic flow of the background chorus, pushing itself rhythmically into the mix and taking the song to a higher level overall.

What Ace and Eddie cooked up together for their part doesn't sound that dissimilar at all. They certainly didn't reinvent the song (as one could later claim of 2000 Man), and which Eddie Kramer definitely didn't set out to do, but made it just a bit more straightforward and, above all, designed it all around Ace. And that's exactly the key, an emotionally intelligent focus on Ace, his voice, and his person, because that's what this is all about here: The humanization of a rock n' roll alien from the craziest rock band in the world to that point.

The guitars at the beginning are comfortably reminiscent of a quirky Swedish children's television series from the 70s (3) and create, at least in me, a warm-hearted and positively charged energy that, thanks to Ace's charm, doesn't intend to get lost again throughout the entire song. His imperfect voice sounds somewhat tight, thanks to doubling and whatever studio gimmick, and saturated enough, and at the same time left with enough room to be nothing but himself, which brings song and mood to life, and even works to his advantage lead vocally. Is there anyone else here besides me who is also reminded of Peter Criss and Beth? I mean in principle.

Be that as it may, to conclude with a brief mention of Ace's solo playing. Its production seems surprisingly thin and used just as sparingly, but staged in an all the more lively manner, which really puts the finishing touches to this simple but equally gorgeous piece of good-feeling music. And here it is, an urban anthem for the people to believe in, presented by a true New Yorker for all New Yorkers, and of course everyone else too.

More authentic than the original.

Side Note:

(1) New York Groove on Ace Frehley (1978), Some Kinda Hurricane and Let Me Rock You on Peter Criss' eponymous Let Me Rock You (1982), Into the Night from Frehley's Comet's debut (1987), and last but not least Kiss' real last smash God Gave Rock n' Roll to You II (1991).

(2) Incidentally, I have no idea whether the Ace and Peter songs from the 80s are actual cover versions or just purchased tracks without a previous release. I just threw it out there because it fits so well, and what do you do for a halfway successful introduction?

(3) Karlson on the Roof (1974) by Astrid Lindgren.

New York Groove (1975)

New York Groove (1978)

[eucanthos]

Christina Kubisch (DE, Bremen, 1948, Berlin based)

Break, 1 of 8 Emergency Solos 1975 - 1978 Material: flute, boxing gloves, (small bell) Put on a pair of boxing gloves. Take the flute and put it in playing position. At the sound of a bell, start the action. Remain motionless for three minutes and think about all the musical instruments that have been destroyed on purpose in concerts. Stop when the bell rings again. [The action ca be repeated up to 15 times]

https://christinakubisch.de/works/performances