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my Last prediction before watching season 6:

THE PRISON IS AARAVOS WORKS LIKE A PRIMAL STONE

Technically it has a big primal sources inside, right?

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Sorvus comin up!

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Exy word

big fan of media thats too homopobic to admit gay people exist yet nontheless operates with a homoerotic subtext so insane that none of the characters’ motivations make sense unless they carnally desire each other

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Source

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In the club

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a couple snippets from a presentation i gave at school this past week on storyboarding!!

‼️DISCLAIMER: I am still a student and have only worked on student and indie projects! This is just stuff that I personally find helpful as an amateur, so feel free to take it with a grain of salt!

Happy boarding, friends! ✍️💕

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Nothing like a trip to the uncanny valley to boost your mood

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never trust a person who talk to their pets in their normal voice

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Oops, I never uploaded this one to Tumblr (which I only realized when someone else did, but then was kind enough to tag me, thank you)!

This is the comic that kickstarted my obsession with telling stories with as few panels as I could (usually 10-11 haha), so it’s got a soft spot in my heart. 

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canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

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So lately I’ve noticed all the different kinds of girls on tumblr. The ones that have the pictures with all the notes? These five types of girls are basically all the types of girls I see on my dash. Minus the nekked girls, but I didn’t really want to draw that so :T 

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So, we are ignoring that Damian used his shoujo filter at this moment too?

Anya's look was literally this:

anyways I love these kids, their lives are so intense

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a little longer today but daily aftg hc: Andrew has a very irrational fear of fictional monsters and such, but real shit like murderers and whatever doesn't bother him at all (i am the same way, it is A Thing). If we just change the timeline for a moment, there's definitely a point where Aaron and/or Nicky are playing Little Nightmares on the TV in Columbia. It's not even that scary, it's just a stupid kid in a stupid yellow jacket running from that stupid janitor with no face and stupid fuckin mile-long arms. He just watches from the couch, waiting for addict 1 and addict 2 to get back from their run. The living room is dark, curtains shut and the only thing illuminating their faces is the gray screen. The music and background noises do not help. It's childish, really, but he never had anyone tell him monsters aren't real or not to be afraid of the dark. That was completely irrelevant, though.

But whatever, the day goes on and he doesn't think about it again. Until roughly 3:24 in the morning, which blinks brightly into his eyes as he unceremoniously crawls over Neil.

"You're a pain in my fucking ass," he said with a sigh, turning to see Neil's tired smirk lit from the moonlight spilling through the window.

He swung open the door and immediately hated everything about that hallway he had never minded before. It was dark, so dark. He glanced left, to the end of it, then right. With as much composure as he could manage, he closed the door behind him and quickly shuffled to the end of the hall as quietly as he could. His hand was stretched as far as it could go when he flicked on the light, whipping around to check his back again. Of course it was empty, what else would be there?

Thunder cracked and rattled the windows as he turned on every light against the wall, and he jumped. He jumped. And of course water was dripping from the tap, making everything eight times worse. He grabbed two glasses and filled them to the top with water before heading toward the bottom of the stairs. With one small breath, he slammed off the lights and booked it up the stairs faster than he had ever done in practice. If he woke everybody up, oh well. Maybe they would get eaten first.

Neil gave him that look as he shut the door behind his back. He handed him a glass, much emptier than it had been when he first got it.

He said nothing until he took a sip. "Did that game Aaron was playing scare you?"

"Go to bed," he replied and crawled over him again.

It was silent for a mother few moments then Neil cleared his throat. "Would it make you feel better if I checked the closet?"

With one very hard shove, Neil fell on the floor with a satisfying thump and a muttered curse. Before laying back down, he turned on the bedside lamp and if Andrew didn't tell him to turn it off again, that was his decision. Mind your business.

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Silly little blue jester who has pronouns