The rest of the pile were just bad wine sayings
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Booiiiiiii y u s0 Skibidi 🤣😂🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
They both smell like wet dogs + emo-maxxing and haven’t felt a day of comfort in their lives!! They are obviously inlove!!!
Also funny lil thing w the brothars ever :3
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I feel weird giving out unprompted permission statements because I'm making a big assumption that anyone's going to want to use my work. That said I also know people do like to build on other people's art and can't always work up the nerve to ask, so: Anyone is free to use this design if they want to for any reason- I don't own this character anyway. (Although I am hopeful that you do not, you know, monetize it, because i cant do that and if you do that its not fair ;_; ) Feel free to remix, improve, use as basic inspiration, etc. I would appreciate a tag/mention if you use it so I can see what you did!
This design has evolved a little since I first started drawing it, and I will see people reblogging the original design notes and think 'oh no! those are out of date and I don't have new/accurate ones!'
Reblogging the old one is still an honor- and the first take on a design just sometimes has a different appeal because it's less refined and more chaotic (especially with a character that should be chaotic), so I suspect some people will just prefer the older drawings & they'll still get shared, which is great! But I felt as if the project was a little bit incomplete without an update, since I think I've reached the point where if you see that old post & then come to my blog and look at my current content, there's a noticeable difference.
Also I kind of like making design notes.
If anyone's wondering why things changed, the answer's really simple- 90% of it is just the result of him settling into having more consistent anatomy and facial structure so that I can keep him looking accurate across different angles and poses. If you look at the old drawings you may notice that Gollum has an inconsistently shaped squishy head. That's fine for a concept post but doesn't work as well for maintaining him across different comic panels or in an animatic, at least not the way I work.
In the same vein, while my art is still & will always be heavily stylized, I started giving him more structured semi-sorta-realistic anatomy so that he wouldn't look entirely out of place next to less bizarre-looking characters such as Aragorn. (I feel that's also helpful in nudging Gollum into the uncanny valley where he ought to be, rather than leaving him so abstractified that there's a risk you won't see anything wrong with him having noodle arms.)
He also acquired the new-style 'garbage bag' outfit because I found a reference in LOTR to his arms and legs being bare/exposed (it's in one of my favorite passages, the 'an eagle would think Gollum was dead if it came by right now' passage in The Two Towers):
Not even an eagle poised against the sun would have marked the hobbits sitting there, under the weight of doom, silent, not moving, shrouded in their thin grey cloaks. For a moment he might have paused to consider Gollum, a tiny figure sprawling on the ground: there perhaps lay the famished skeleton of some child of Men, its ragged garment still clinging to it, its long arms and legs almost bone-white and bone-thin: no flesh worth a peck.
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another tpac ch 11 snippet
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“Stop looking up KVM switches, Korv—my setup is fine.”
“It’s for me,” Korvin insists. When no one believes him, he amends, “And it could be for you too, Barbie.”
“You don’t need that kind of setup,” Dick absently calls out as he enters the room, holding a couple of documents and envelopes under his arm.
Korvin ignores him. “Just thinkin’ it’d be really convenient: less of a rat’s nest, multiple interface points, rack mounting—”
“—I do not want to see you raccooning around my cables,” Babs says firmly. “Appreciate it, but no.”
Korvin’s mouth twists into a petulant scowl as he turns back to his assigned reading; Gotham Academy is reopening their campus for the spring. Tim’s due back in his dorm end of next week—meaning he’s supposed to be home for his dad to drop him off the day before—but he finds his motivation for school has reached an all-time low.
“Korvin Kwan—what the hell?!” Dick’s indignant question interrupts their peace. The large envelope he was carrying earlier has been opened, revealing three large 8” x 10” landscape photos on the table top. Each one is a blown-up snapshot, slightly blurry like through another layer of glass, of an urban intersection and focused on the first car at the stoplight.
If Tim squints, turns the photograph sideways, and backs up a few feet—it wouldn’t be so obvious who was seated in the front. At that angle, though, he—
Dick snatches one of the photos off the table, puts his face right to the print, and pulls back to stare blankly at Tim. The lack of expressed anger is a warning sign; Cass abruptly gets up and moves to stand next to Babs’s wheelchair. Meanwhile, the older vigilante looks back and forth between Tim and Korvin, jaw tight as he’s working through some internal debate.
When Dick finally decides to fixate on Korvin, Tim can't explain the little bit of affront mixed in with his reflexive relief.
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We need a Total Drama character who packed a bunch of relatively obsolete, but still used in specific situations, things (like a compass, mini flashlight, pocket watch, polaroid camera) which only comes in use one episode where no one has their (airplane mode) phones which can do those exact things. The camper goes on a huge tangent about modern tech not being as reliable as the 'good ol originals', which in turn means nothing because their talking caused them to lose the challenge by a close margin anyways
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“My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts about grave robbers from outer space? Can you handle unspeakable horrors from outer space paralyzing the living and resurrecting the dead?”
64 years ago today (22 July 1959), gloriously inept and twisted b-movie visionary Ed Wood Jr unleashed his much-ridiculed el cheapo sci fi horror thriller Plan 9 from Outer Space (original title: Grave Robbers from Outer Space) – frequently derided as the worst film ever made – on an unsuspecting and mostly oblivious public. Pictured: cadaverous glamour ghoul Vampira (aka Maila Nurmi) and hulking Swedish wrestler Tor Johnson.
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Honestly, I made that joke about Van’s ancient desktop, but it probably works better than new computers. And it made me think: god, Van must HATE planned obsolescence. Stuff that’s built to die? Stuff that’s built to fall apart in a matter of years just to force you to buy more? For a person whose whole deal is gripping tight to the past, to old technology that still works perfectly fine, to the idea of survival threaded through everything from the stories she tells to the machines she rents out? Yeah, dude. No wonder she hates her cell phone. Not only does it force the illusion of connection without actually granting intimacy, but it’s doomed from the minute you take the thing out of the box. For Van, the very idea has got to be offensive.
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