#and yes well maybe i DID use cyan and blue up to 100 for his eyes. dont worry abt it.

[fagderolo]

mickey being “baby” 🙄 for @strawberrysocial

[im-a-space-gay]

Dude, We're Getting The Band FamILY Back Together!

(I have been awake for 15 hours. I've been working on this since 6 P.M.. It is 5 A.M.. I am developing a migraine. I do not regret it. If there's any mistakes, let me know, and I'll look over it and edit. Also, if somebody could tell me how to do the cut-drop-thingy that writers on Tumblr use, that would make my life a whole heck of a lot easier. Oh look, the Sun's rising. Also, debating whether or not if I should make this into an au or keep it as a oneshot, so some feedback on that would be nice. But for now? I'm gonna eat, hydrate, and sleep, because god knows I don't do any of that stuff enough. Good day)

(Inspired by Dude, We're Getting The Band Back Together from Phineas and Ferb)

(If something like this has been done before, I'm so so so sorry)

Thomas was brainstorming with Joan in his backyard about what to do today when they decided to take the discussion into the kitchen where it was cooler.

When they entered, they saw Thomas's dad sitting at the table, looking down at a slip of paper with tears in his eyes.

"Dad?" Thomas asked, moving closer to the man at the table. Joan stayed where they were because, even though they were close to Mr. Sanders, they felt it would be better for his real child to bring this up.

He looked up at Thomas in surprise.

"Kids," he smiled, quickly wiping the tears. "What's up? Need more blueprint paper?"

"Dad, what's wrong?" Thomas asked, pulling out a chair and sitting next to him, Joan deciding to sit at the table as well while Mr. Sanders answered.

He looked down at the paper and sighed.

"It... It would've been our anniversary today."

Thomas tilted his head. Anniversary? For what?

"What do you mean?" Thomas's dad looked up at him and bit his lip. He looked to be deciding something before taking a deep breath.

"Do... Do you wanna know about your dads?" Thomas's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah, oookay," Joan said, and when Virgil looked over, he saw Joan in more shock than Thomas seemed to be in. "This really seems like a convo I shouldn't be apart of."

Virgil laughed before looking at Thomas again. Thomas just inhaled before nodding.

"Yeah. I do want to know about him."

"Them," Thomas's dad corrected, looking back at the photo fondly. "Dads plural."

"Wait, what?" Joan asked, looking really confused.

"Mhmm," Virgil hummed with a smile, tears coming back into his eyes. "I met them in college, because we all loved music so much. It was so long ago that I still had to wear my binder."

Virgil beckoned both of them closer and they swarmed around Virgil as he showed them the photo. They easily recognized the one holding the camera as a younger version of Thomas's dad with a black, plaid hoodie that was way too big on him. Then, there were three other guys. One looked like he deserved to be the center of attention, with swoopy hair, charming green eyes and a prince-like costume. Then, there was one who's smile outshined the sun, with curly hair and freckles and too big glasses, with a cyan polo, a gray cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, and khaki shorts. And finally, one who looked to be the embodiment of the calm after a storm with a small smile, he wore rectangular glasses, a black polo, a light blue tie, and blue jeans.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in a prince costume. "Is Roman. He was as extravagant and dramatic as he looks."

Thomas laughed, tears in his eyes from getting to know about his dad. No, his dads.

"And this one," he pointed at the one with a cardigan. "Is Patton. I always called him Pattycake though. He was so, so friendly and warm, like you Thomas."

"Really?" Thomas said, looking at Patton.

"Yep. And last but certainly not least," Virgil pointed at the sophisticated looking man. "Logan. He was so smart and calm and amazing. All of them were. And you remind me so much of all of them in different ways."

"Wow," Thomas breathed, and even Joan looked in awe. "Why was Roman dressed like that?"

Virgil laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Because of our love of music, we started a band that we called 'LAMP', for reasons I still do not know. We all had one outfit for the band to represent who we were, and Roman chose that, because 'he was so princely'," Virgil laughed, and the kids started chuckling. "I played piano, Logan played drums, Patton played guitar, and Roman played bass. And soon after, we... fell in love with each other."

Joan made gagging noises as a joke, and Virgil laughed harder.

"A couple years went, and everything was great, but then..." Virgil paused, his inhales becoming shaky. "Logan and Roman started to always fight, and Patton tried so, so hard to break it up and get things back to how they were. And I- I-"

Virgil sobbed slightly, and pulled his patchwork hoodie closer to himself.

"I did nothing. I was and always will be a coward. But, eventually, we all decided it would be better if we- if we never saw each other again. A month after, I found out I was pregnant with you. I didn't want them to know, so I didn't drag them down because I'd be a burden. I never even tried to figure out which one was your 'real' father. I didn't think I could handle it. Oh, what I wouldn't give to perform with them and see them happy one last time."

Thomas hugged his dad so tight. And slowly, a thought- a plan, formed in his head. He smiled, turning it over and confirming, yes, this is what he wanted to do today.

"Hey dad?" Thomas asked, letting go of him to see Virgil drying his tears and putting the picture on the table. "Do you have... Any more pictures of them? That I could see?"

Virgil nodded with a smile, standing up and going into the living room before going upstairs.

"Dude," when Joan looked at him, he smiled determinedly. "I know what we should do today."

"Thommy, no offence, but I was thinking something more exciting than looking through photos," Joan said, slinging an arm around Thomas. Thomas laughed.

"No! We should get the band back together! At least for today!" Joan looked ecstatic as they nodded, pulling Thomas up the stairs and past his dad, taking the photo album without breaking their stride. Virgil laughed and told them to have fun as they made their way to the study.

Thomas sat down at the computer in the study, clicking keys as Joan looked over his shoulder, flipping through the album. Eventually, Thomas found his way to a video, which he clicked on. He didn't really pay attention until the part he needed.

"Bass player Roman Royal now runs a trendy hair salon, drummer Logic now quietly works at the public library, only lead singer and guitarist Patton is working in the music industry, and nobody knows where the pianist, Anxiety, has gone."

"Wait, rewind to Patton's part," Joan said, stopping their browsing through photos. Thomas did as they said and paused when told to. "I know that sign! It's down on main street!"

"We'll get him first, and then dad will be happy!" Thomas said excitedly. He looked at Joan and held his hand out. "Ready team?"

"So ready that I'm dead... Y," Joan finished off awkwardly, joining their hand with Thomas's.

"First, we need to spread the news and keep dad oblivious," Thomas smirked. "And I know just the guy."

---

Soon enough, the doorbell rung and Thomas opened it to a sixteen year old typing rapidly on his phone.

"Hey babes," Remy said, stepping inside and sipping on his Starbucks.

"I need you to--"

"Spread word about LAMP's reunion and keep your dad as blind as a bat? On it."

"Thanks Rem," he said, hugging the teens legs before grabbing Joan and running out the front door.

---

"Patton's Music Shop. This looks like the place," Thomas chuckled nervously as he looked at the sign. "Joan. I don't think I'm 100% ready to meet my dads."

"You'll do fine buckaroo," Joan patted his shoulder and dragged him into the music shop, where a customer was yelling at a man that Thomas recognized as Patton. One of his dads. Dear lord he wasn't ready to do this.

"I want a country guitar!" The customer yelled, and Patton looked pleading.

"I'm sorry Mx., but all I have are rock'n'roll guitars!"

"Whatever," the stranger said stomping out of the store, almost running over the two kids.

"They'll be back," Patton mumbled to himself, straightening his baby blue polo.

"Uhh," Thomas said, and Patton looked over at the two kids, and it took everything in Thomas to not faint from nervousness. "You're- you're Patton from LAMP, right?"

Patton smiled brightly and oh my goodness Thomas was not gonna make it through the conversation.

"Yeppers! Always a pleasure to see fans in public! Though," Patton said, looking confused. "You do look a bit young to be a fan of LAMP."

"I am, but my- my dad isn't. He- uh- loves, you guys."

"Really?" Patton said excitedly before he tilted his head. "You do look strangely familiar. What's your dad's name? Maybe I know him."

"Uh- well- you see--"

"Thomas," Joan said next to him, and he looked at them. "Breath."

Thomas nodded and breathed for a bit before looking at Patton.

"My dad is Virgil. Virgil Sanders." Patton froze and his eyes widened before kneeling down next to Thomas in excitement.

"You're Virgil's kid?! You're as cute as he was when I last saw him!" Patton suddenly deflated, looking at the floor. "Does that mean he's moved on?"

"Er- no." Patton looked up with curiosity. "You see, I'm actually one of your guy's- we don't know who's. As far as I know, he hasn't dated anyone since I was born."

Patton looked overjoyed again in a moment.

"Why are you here little one?" He asked, standing up.

"Uh, me and Joan- I'm Thomas, by the way- are getting LAMP back together." Patton squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"REALLY?! Did Logan and Roman agree to this? Did your father agree to this?" Patton immediately worried, biting his lip.

"You're the first one we've come to," Joan admitted, and Patton looked at them. "We're trying to surprise Mr. Sanders and figured you'd be the easiest to convince. We will convince Mr. Royal and Logic to do this. Watch. Us."

"That sounds reassuring! I'm in."

"Okay, we'll text you where to go and when if we may kindly have your number?" Thomas asked, holding out his phone.

---

Remy called Thomas and Joan when they were outside of Roman's Hair Emporium.

"Hey babes. How's it goin'?"

"We got Patton," Thomas said happily, but also nervously because dear goodness he was going to have to talk to two more dads. "We're outside of Roman's Hair Emporium to talk to Roman, and in case that doesn't work, Joan's got a back up plan."

Thomas looked at Joan as they wore a medieval helmet, carrying a morningstar over their shoulder and holding a net in the other hand.

"How's it going with you?"

"Nearly everyone in town knows and your dad is still clueless. Well, I better get back to things over here. Good luck babes!"

"Thanks Rem," Thomas hung up and stared at the relatively imposing doors before he and Joan pushed them open and entered.

"Do you have an appointment?" The lady behind the desk said bored.

"No," Thomas said, pulling up a printed out poster of LAMP that Patton gave them and pointed at Roman. "We're looking for Roman. You know, the bass player of LAMP?"

Out of nowhere a pink and very sharp comb sliced through the air and impaled the poster, pinning it to the wall. Everyone but the kids gasped and looked at a man at the back of the salon that was undoubtably Roman Royal in casual clothes, and he was glaring at the poster in disdain.

He walked over to the kids, before kneeling down to get a closer look at them.

"Valerie, who are these little people?"

"I don't know sir," the lady behind the desk replied, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're a mess," he said looking at Thomas, making his heart sting a little bit before he looked to Joan. "And you, Fuedal Europe is so last month."

"We're trying to get LAMP back together," Thomas said, taking his (very little) courage and straightening his back. Roman huffed and stood up.

"Oh for goodness sake, talk to the hand."

"You see," Thomas said, starting to glare a bit. "My dad would've never had me if it wasn't for your band, and he's having a really rough day--"

"B to the O-R-I-N-G," Roman said, inspecting his nails with a bored look. Thomas didn't need to look over to see Joan raising their weapon menacingly with a hateful look. Thomas raised a hand in Joan's direction.

"Not yet, Joan. I got this."

"Okay."

"Well excuuuuse me, Mr. Royal," Thomas said, cutting off whatever it was Roman was about to say. "But if Virgil Sanders is having a rough day, I will do everything in my darn power to make it better, and if it takes getting the band back together for a night, I will do it Mr. Royal."

"Virgil?" Roman said in shock, looking at him. "You're- you're Virgil's son?"

"Yes. And I am Patton's son, and I am Logan's son, and I am your son." Thomas glared, getting on his tippy toes in an attempt to look Roman in the face. "So, we will get this forsaken band back together for tonight, and you'll never have to be associated with it ever again. Just to make dad happy. Please."

Roman looked down at him for a moment before ruffling his hair with a smile.

"You have your dad's fire, that's for sure."

---

Now Thomas and Joan were standing outside of the public library, and Thomas had his phone pressed to his ear.

"Hello? Talyn?" He said into the phone.

"Hey Thomas! What's up?" Talyn's slightly squeaky voice came through the phone, and Thomas smiled proudly.

"Guess what band's getting back together?"

"LAMP?" Thomas jumped in surprise and his expression turned to one of confusion.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"It was the lead story on the five o'clock news," Talyn explained. "Let me guess, you guys need a stage, right?"

"Yeah! Can you help us out?"

"Already on it," Talyn said happily before moving away from the phone. "PRIDE SCOUTS, YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR PRETTY BUTTS! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

Thomas hung up and they entered the library.

"Who would've thought a drummer from a rock'n'roll band would end up in a place so quiet?" Joan whispered to him. He nodded in agreement as they made their way through. They both inhaled as they saw him at the librarians desk, stamping books before putting them on a cart. Logan.

The only thing that changed from the photo Virgil had shown them was the tie, which was replaced with a darker blue one with stripes.

They walked up to him, and he looked up at them while still doing his job.

"May I help you?"

Thomas pulled out the poster from before and showed it to Logan, pointing at his picture.

"You're Logic, ex-drummer of the band LAMP, right?" Logan lightly smiled, still stamping books.

"That, children, is a past life," Logan said, pointing to his nametag. "My name is Logan. Why do you ask?"

"Because they're reforming for one night only!" Logan's smile disappeared and he raised an eyebrow. "My dad is down in the dumps and I know the only way to make him happy is for him to see you guys again!"

"Well kids," he said looking back down at the books. "As charming as that sounds, I'm afraid the other members might not be too... Pleased, to see me."

"Are you kidding me?" Thomas asked, and he leaned on the desk, making Logan look at him. "Patton seemed pretty excited at seeing you all again, and Roman said he wished to make amends for his old ways!"

Logan looked up and stopped stamping books, looking at him in surprise.

"Really...?"

"Yeah!" Thomas said, smiling brightly. Logan smiled before he looked back down, resuming his work with a frown.

"How are you going to get Anxiety to agree to this? Not even the media knows where he is."

"About that," Thomas said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. Logan looked at him curious. "My dad- the one I'm doing all of this for? Uh- he's Virgil Sanders."

Logan stopped stamping books again in shock, and he tilted his head slightly.

"Your dad is Virgil?"

"Yep. Also I'm Patton's, Roman's, and your son," Thomas explained, and Logan inhaled sharply.

"Why didn't I know I have a son?" Thomas frowned and backed away from the desk, and Joan stepped in.

"Mr. Sanders has an awful habit of thinking himself as a burden. It even bums me out!"

Logan smiled softly, tears gathering in his eyes.

"He always did have self-esteem issues."

---

"Thank you Logan for driving us here," Thomas said, exiting the car and pulling him and Joan through the Pride Scout's construction.

"Your welcome," he said as he was pulled into the garage where they saw Patton and Roman hugging.

"Guess who I brought!" Thomas said, closing the door. Both Patton and Roman looked over and there was tears streaming down both of their faces. They immediately perked up and literally threw themselves onto Logan, making him yelp.

"LOGAN! I'M SO SO SO SORRY AND I'M TERRIBLE AND I DON'T EVER EXPECT YOU TO FORGIVE ME AND I'M SORRYYYYY," Roman sobbed, clinging onto Logan and Logan awkwardly patting him, tears falling down his own face.

"Roman, it's okay." Roman sniffled and looked up at him.

"R-Really?"

"Yes you dork," Logan snorted, holding both of them tight.

"Thommy, my man," Joan said, slinging their arm around Thomas, and unbeknownst to them, the grown men were now looking at them. "Your dads become any more sappy, and I might have to leave."

Thomas laughed and pulled his friend into a hug, twirling them around a bit.

"Oh, but Sappy Express hasn't arrived yet!"

"Sappy Express?" Patton asked, and when the kids looked at them, they were still hugging each other but were looking at them with fond expressions.

"Thomas?" A muffled voice called from the house and Thomas panicked, hearing the steps coming toward the garage. He (carefully) pushed Joan off and ran to the door, opening it enough to see his dad looking worried.

"HeY DAd!" He said in a panic, and Virgil looked even more concerned.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone yelling." Thomas silently cursed Roman before smiling widely at Virgil.

"Yelling? Here? In this house? What? That's crazy!" Virgil frowned, crossing his arms and giving Thomas the knowing look.

"I know when you're lying Thomas. So, care to tell me what you're lying about?" Virgil said, furrowing his brows as Thomas laughed nervously.

"Okay, I know you hate surprises, but hear me out on this one!" Virgil uncrossed his arms as Thomas suddenly opened the door all the way. Virgil froze at the sight of his former bandmates, them smiling softly at Virgil with more tears than before. "Surprise?"

Virgil stood there, blinking at them for a moment before turning away.

"I forgot to take my meds this morning. That makes sense. I'll take my meds and I'll be as close to sane as a Virgil Sanders can get," he said loudly, starting to walk away but someone grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. Virgil looked over to see Patton. Patton smiling. Holding him. And he could feel it. And oh god now he was crying.

"P-Patton?"

"Hey Starlight," Patton whispered, smiling so, so kindly at him. And Virgil just barreled into him and hugged him and soon he felt another two pairs of arms wrap around him and when he looked up he cried harder at seeing Logan and Roman. They were all there. All hugging. Oh god.

"Wait wait wait," Virgil said, backing away from them, which made them frown a bit. He looked at Thomas and Joan and did a sob-ish laugh. "Get in here kids. Even you Joan. You're getting on Sappy Express whether you like it or not."

"Ohhh, Sappy Express! I get it now!"

Thomas and Joan ran into Virgil's arms and Virgil beckoned his... His friends? Over as well. They all hugged as a famILY for who knows how long before something in the garage slammed open and they all looked as Talyn came tumbling into the room.

"Alright b*tches--"

"TALYN. What did I say about cussing?" Virgil frowned, and the other three adults looked between them confused, as Virgil used to cuss all the time. Talyn sighed.

"I can cuss all I want, as long as I don't do it on your property..."

"That's right. No cussing in me ma's house," Virgil said seriously, and the other three laughed and held on to Virgil tighter somehow.

"Anyways, ladies and Mr. Sanders, time to go on! There's a whole crowd waiting!"

"What?" Virgil asked before looking at Thomas, who was trying to sneak away with Joan. "Thomas Sanders, Joan Stokes."

They both turned around looking worried.

"Heeeeeeey dad," they both said simultaneously, Joan even calling Virgil dad (they did it a lot).

"What is Talyn talking about?"

"Your kid--"

"Our kid," Virgil corrected with a glare, and Roman continued with a smile.

"Our kid decided to get the band back together for one night for a concert. Marvelous idea if I do say so myself!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Virgil shouted in a panic, looking at Thomas. "Oh no. Oh no no no no, this can't be good."

"Virgil."

"Oh dear we haven't done this in so long! What if something goes wrong while we're up there?!"

"Virge."

"Anything could happen! ANYTHING!"

"Starlight."

"What if something catches on fire?! WHAT IF A METEOR COMES--"

"DAD!"

Virgil looked at Thomas, hyperventilating. Thomas smiled.

"You'll be fine dad."

Virgil calmed down his breathing and smiled shakily at his son.

"Okay. Okay," he said, turning to his bandmates-for-the-night and nodded. "Okay! Let's do this."

Someday, there would be dates. And they would move into one house, and there would be a wedding. There would be movie nights, laughter, and warmth on cold days. There would also be arguments, tears, panic attacks, and things that would tear them apart. But they always mended before things could get too out hand (partially out of fear of another child being born and Virgil being too scared to tell them (it actually almost happened once. They all love Emile with their hearts)). They always came back together.

But right now? Right now, they had a crowd waiting for them.

[hvitserkk]

hi, just wanted to say that i love your tutorials! you have helped me improve so much in photoshop, i cant thank you enough. I was wondering if you know how to archive this edit? (riddlemarvolo(.)tumblr(.)com/post/189886322626/after-all-this-time-always) do you think you can make a coloring tutorial about it? i've tried myself to do it but i don't know how, it never looks like that.

Yes I can! Tutorial on how to get these gifs below:

There are a few ways to get these kind of gifs, I will show a few different ways. My main tip to achieve these gifs is to choose scenes that can easily be manipulated. Don’t try to make a bright yellow gif out of a dark scene. It may be frustrating if you have specific scene, but it will pay off in the end. 

On to the first way to get this look and also the easiest, and that’s to focus on the color that’s already predominantly in the scene (like grass is green, fire is red, oceans are blue, etc).

This is my first gif, with sharpening only:

As you can see that main color is green, so instead of changing that to blue, I want to enhance the color. To start I’ll just a few brightening layers. A “Brightness/Contrast”, a “Levels” and an “Exposure”. It doesn’t really matter what settings you use as long as you gradually brighten up your gif. I also want to edit the blacks and whites with a “Selective Color” layer. I won’t show these settings, but I have tutorials on literally everything here.

So here’s my edited gif:

I didn’t add to the colors, saturation or vibrance, but to achieve really solid colors, I want to start with a “Selective Color” layer. I will edit all the colors a little bit, but I want to focus on my main color, green. Here are my settings for the yellow and the green:

A tip for green is to add to both the “Cyan” and the “Yellow”, that way it’s more green then orange-ish. I also edited the yellow since yellow and green colors tend to blend together. 

I also want to add a “Hue/Saturation” layer and on the main slider, slide it just a bit to make the overall color green (or whatever your main color is), here’s my setting:

And my gif now:

Since this changed the skin color as well, I want to use a soft, round eraser brush and on the layers, click on the alpha layer of the “Hue/Saturation” layer, this will allow you to edit where the adjustment layer shows on the gif.

For tutorial purposes, I’ll show you with a color layer where I used the eraser:

And the layer now:

Now my gif:

You can also edit the skin tones (and other non-main colored areas) and use the alpha layer to erase everything but the skin.

Now to make the color pop, add a “Selective Color” layer editing your main color, mine being green. Then duplicate this layer a few times for an intense look. You can do this for any color, edit the “Red” for reds “Blues” for blues and so on, then just duplicate the layer. 

Now to really make the colors pop, I want to add another “Brightness/Contrast” layer and really brighten the gif. Here’s my settings:

Here’s my before gif:

And after:

Here’s another gif I did, this time instead of focusing on green, cyan and blue was my focus:

The second way is to change the color that’s already predominantly on the gif (like changing a blue sky to pink, or a light blue snowy scene to dark blue). 

This is pretty easy after the first tutorial. Once you have your gif ready and up to the “After” step above, you can use a “Selective Color” layer and a “Hue/Saturation” layer to alter the color of the gif. It can be something simple like green to yellow or more advanced like green to red. In either case, make sure to gradually change the color, rather than one big jump.

Here’s my gif:

And here’s my gif now using the steps above to bring out the yellow:

Now, I want to change the yellow to something more appealing (lol), so I want to go to red. First, I want to add a “Hue/Saturation” layer, only edit the channel of the color you’re editing, so for me, I’m only working on the “Yellow” channel. Here are my settings:

And my gif:

So if you make a drastic change, the skin might need help, but just do the same thing as above where you click on the alpha layer of your “Hue/Saturation” layer and then erase the part over the skin if needed. My gif now:

Se how the whites look pink-ish and the blacks look dull? To make the gif look “less edited” you might want to touch up the blacks and whites of the gif using a “Selective Color” layer. Basically if the whites or blacks are too toned to a color and it’s obvious then edit the whites and blacks. Here are my settings for both:

and my gif now:

Now just finish off with another “Selective Color” layer and duplicate it a few times like above and your done! Here’s my before:

And after:

And another gif where I changed the red to green. Here’s the before:

and after:

The last way is to completely change a color to match your color scheme (like a green forest to blue or a beige paper to purple), but there’s two ways to do this. Either your scene is already extremely tinted to one color (like a neon pink lighting, or a blue underwater scene) or to use editing to change the color using color layers and adjustments.

The first is an overly saturated, one or two tone gif like this:

For that, all you need to do is use the first part of the tutorial to make the main color pop. Here’s my gif after that:

Now, add a “Hue/Saturation” layer and edit only the channel needed, mine being red. Here’s my settings to turn the red to purple:

And my gif now:

If like my gif, your color got too wild, just turn the opacity down to your “Hue/Saturation” layer and use a “Selective Color” layer to finish the job. Here’s my settings: 

And my before: 

And after:

To use color and adjustment layers to change the color of you gif, use the first tutorial to generally brighten the colors of your gif. Here’s mine without singling out specific color:

Now you want to decide what color you want to do. I’ll do green since it’s an easier match. So start to add a “Selective Color” layer to boost your selected color. You may also need to add a “Hue/Saturation” layer like the second tutorial. Here’s my gif:

Now to really get the color you want, add a new layer and using a soft, round brush, color over your gif where you want to change the color like this:

Then you can either set that to “Softlight”, “Hardlight”, “Color” or “Hue”. Here’s mine set to “Softlight”:

Once you get a color you’re happy with, you can use a “Selective Color” layer to make the color pop. Here’s my settings:

I also added a “Brightness/Contrast” layer to brighten the scene up, here’s my gif:

Now just finish off with a final “Selective Color” layer, editing all the colors. Here’s my before:

And after:

Here’s another gif that has a more drastic change. The before:

After:

And to get the white and black gifs (and the gray in between). All you need to do is find a neutral colored scene. Here’s my two gifs, the top being my white and the second my black:

For both of these, you want to start the first tutorial up until the color selecting. Here are my edited gifs:

Now for the white gif, you want to add a “Hue/Saturation” layer and set the saturation for most of the colors to -100. Don’t do this on the red, maybe the yellow channel because you don’t want to ruin skin tones. Here’s my settings:

and my gif now:

I also want to add a “Selective Color” layer and darken the blacks and brighten the whites by adding to the whites. Here’s my settings:

and my gif now:

Now for a final “Brightness/Contrast” layer:

And my before gif:

And after:

And for the “Black”, you want to really brighten and add some contrast. Here’s my setting for a “Brightness/Contrast” layer:

and my gif:

You may need to add a “Hue/Saturation” layer to remove any unnecessary colors like we did for the white gif above.

The final layer for this is a “Selective Color” layer. You really want to darken the blacks, here’s my settings:

And the before:

And after:

I hope this tutorial helps! I don’t make these kind of gifs, but if any of you need help, feel free to message me!

[prehistoriics]

Poetry In Motion.

Genre; an AU ficlet.

Characters; All of the active Hermits. (aka Joe, Mumbo, Grian, Iskall, Doc, Scar, Stress, Cleo, Ren, Jevin, False, Xisuma, and Cub)

Summary; this take place after the 100 Wither fight in S6! At the end of his video, Joe has a brief silence where nobody responds to his questions. My friends and i went off on a thing with it, and we came up with a Withered! Joe AU.

Words; 1,955.

Dying sucks; anybody could tell you that, but, it doesn’t suck as much as being trapped in a room with eighty-nine Withers.

Only Joe Hills could tell you that.

Nearly deafened by the sound of those Withers, the southern man called out for his friends. “Cub? Cuuuuuub?” He shouted quite loudly, eyebrows furrowing as he waited for a response. “F-..False?” He shouted out, a little quieter this time.

There was nothing. Only Withers, who didn’t seem to want to kill him.

Taking a deep breath, Joe frantically glanced around, daring to step outside the safe spot, the universe seemingly lagging behind. What was going on?

“Xu-..Xixum-...” He stammered, voice wavering slightly. “Xisuma..?” He called out one last time, taking off his glasses for a moment, only to wipe them off (and wipe out those slight tears). The brunet went quiet, putting his glasses back on and hugging himself lightly. There was nobody here; just Joe, and 89 withers. No False, no Cub, and no Xisuma.. just him.

A͡n̵d̶ t̡hat̡'s ţh́e J̸ǫe͝ ̨H́i̷l͢ls̷ ̵ d̢̨iff̴͢e̴̡r̡̕eń͡ce͘.

The deafening noises lasted on for days, the deaths as well. The chat log was filled up with his name, and only his. No ‘Grian fell from a high place.’ or ‘--- was slain by Biffa2001 using HUGS N KISSES!’.  The only one that remained, and kept on playing like a broken record, was;

                                  >joehillssays withered away.

                                  >joehillssays withered away.

                                  >joehillssays withered away.

                                  >joehillssays withered away.

                                  ≯͐̀̂ĵ͋̊͗ͥ͠ȍ̍ͬ̐̓̏͗̄ȇͣ̈́̿͋́͏̷͝h̊ͬ̋ͩ̚͢i̢̔̈́̉̌̑ͯ̚̚l͗ͫ͋ͣ̍̋̂͑͠͏l͌͒̀͗ͤ̎ͤͬ̈́҉s͒̌͒̿̈ͯ͡͞s̋̏̏̈́͋̆ͩͭa̢̿͊̏ͬͧy̴̴ͣ̽͛̐͛̾ͤ͜s̆̓̄́͏͞ ̵̛̊̀ͧ̅̍͛͋ͯw̸̾̐͒̇͌̕ȉ̈̔͊͡t̸̅̂͒ͬͮ̚̕h̒̍́ẻ̸̶̢ͯ̆̈r͋̆̽̇́͜ë̴́ͧ͑ͣͪd̍ͯ̑̊ͮ̇҉͏̡ ͊̓̃ͮͬ͗̀̉ͪ͏aͬͦ̍ͣ̀w̧ͨͭ́͐ͬ́̚ą̄̋ͤ̒̎̽̀͟yͮ̂҉͜.̵̑̅ͥ̆ͦ̍ͧͤ̂́͝

However, he had grown used to it by now, and it seemed like the withers had, as well. The messaged seemed to play less and less, and it almost seemed as if the remaining 89 weren't being so aggressive towards him anymore. There was one thing, however, that Joe has noticed;

His hands and wrists were getting a faint tint of black.

He hadn't noticed it at first, until he was examining himself in the ‘safe’ room. He doesn't know how he didn't notice earlier; because it was apparent. His nails had grown longer, and somewhat sharper as well. Whenever he moved them, they clicked together. He didn't mind it at all, really; it was just.. odd.

 He turned his hand around, examining it closely. 'What caused this to happen?’ He thought to himself, recalling all the things that could've caused it by any means. Then it clicked.

                                  It took only 20 deaths.

Searching the various double chests in the room, Joe looked for some glass (or even packed ice) and some wood to make a makeshift mirror. With some luck, he found some of both, and made the mirror. His curiosity getting the best of him, he peered into the mirror. Considering what he saw he wasn't too.. shocked.

 His eyes had clouded over slightly, the Royal Blue still visible, but slightly lighter. Squinting at himself, he grinned. Were his teeth always that pointed?

 They had started to come to a point with what was visible, but they weren't full on fangs yet. But, how could he fail to realize one of the biggest differences?

 Underneath his left cheekbone, the skin seemed.. darker than the rest of his face. And no, it wasn't because of the shadow. He gently dragged a finger across it, glancing at his finger afterwards. It had a slight residue on it; about the same texture as powdered charcoal, if that makes sense. No longer focused on his new.. facial feature, Joe looked at himself in the mirror. The person staring back at him was different. It seemed like a person of impure intent, malice in his cloudy eyes, and somebody who seemed cold.

 He quickly put the mirror down, leaning against the stone cold wall, and looked up at the ceiling. It was stone. It had been for weeks, and he had no doubt that it would be for a few more days, weeks, months, or even years before he could see the light of day again.

 He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining feeling the soft grass on his toes, hearing the rippling water from the ocean surrounding the main island, and above all, hearing the various laughs, chuckles, and the like from his friends.

 'Where were they?’ he wondered, trying to think of places the other Hermits could be, and what they could be doing.

Mumbo could be doing redstone..

Grian could be running his detective shop..

Iskall could be working on the Sahara project;

All three of those could.

Doc could be working on his drive by of the different biomes in the Nether..

Scar could be working on the film studio..

Stress could be working on that train..

Cleo could be working on her base, also..

Ren could be working on the HRN..

Jevin could be working on his base..

..

False could be t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on whatever she could..

Cub could be a̶l̶s̶o̶ t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on the film studio..

And Xisuma? He could be t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ f̶i̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ working on his base, as well.

And Joe?

Joe was stuck.

He was stuck at the bottom of the world, next to bedrock, surrounded by 89 withers, slowly getting corrupted, with no way out.

 Joe brought his knees up to his chest, and hugged them, hiding his face. He was crying, and trying to hide it, although no one would care. ‘The Withers don't care about emotions,’ he said to himself, wiping his tears. 'They're bosses. They're mobs. They wouldn't care.’ He finished, now sobbing into his arms.

‘There was no way he could see his friends, again.’

He thought.

'They'll forget about me,’

He continued thinking.

He wouldn't see any of them, for a long time.

Maybe in 365 years, he'll see two, but, even then..

That's a long time.

‘It’s been weeks,’ thought Joe, still trapped in the Wither hell-hole. His wither-like features had advanced, leaving him with completely black-ish blue-ish hands which made a gradient up to his elbow, long and sharp nails, completely whitened eyes, elongated fangs where some of his teeth used to be, and patches of murky, storm gray skin on random parts of his body. His shirt was torn, too, but that was the least of his worries.

He had killed a good portion of the remaining withers, putting the Nether Stars in one of the chests. Killing Withers, he found out, was easier when they trusted you. He now had a total of 10 nether stars, leaving 79 remaining Withers. Although it wasn’t a huge dent, it was something, right?

Once more, Joe slid down onto one of the beds in the safe room, fumbling with the very damaged diamond sword in his grasp. It's what he had used to kill those Withers; mainly because he didn’t have much of anything else to fight with. He narrowed his eyes slightly, placing the sword down on the ground next to the bed, and sighed. He had lost track of time within the few weeks, and he ran out of food the week after. He gently closed his eyes, and relaxed on the bed beneath him.

Black tinted hands grasped the calligraphy book that had been in one of the chests, for some odd reason, as well as the calligraphy pen from a random feather. Grabbing one of the random ink sacs in another chest, Joe began to write a poem. ‘How messy,’ he thought. ‘I can’t write anything with these claws..’ He mumbled to himself, writing it down easily, although, it did look like chicken scratch.

Down so low, with nothing but a faint glow,

Does anybody even know?

Does it even show, that way down below,

Trapped is a lone soul with nowhere to go?

Not sure if there’s snow or blow,

Up in ye olde globe,

But as certain as I know,

I’m stuck down here below.

He put the quill down, and sighed once more, before allowing the ink to dry and closing the book. Within the silence of the quieted Withers, Joe heard.. Something else. It was quiet, but it was something. Everything was silent, except for that; and it seemed to get closer.

“X? Are you sure we should be going down here? You did say that there were 89 withers..” A voice said. ‘Which.. one is that?’ Joe thought to himself, piecing together the puzzle pieces in his head.

“Well, do ya want Joe back or not? Geez.. its like you guys didn’t notice that he was gone.” X said, and Joe frowned a little. He gripped the cyan covers of the bed, claws puncturing through the cloth slightly, with them digging gently into his palms. The voices were getting louder and closer, with footsteps able to be heard as well. After some silence, a third voice spoke.

“Don’t you guys think that if we want to find him quicker, we should use sooome..” a pause, as some shuffling and a few ‘no’s’ before a fuse started going off. “DYNAMITE!” Shouted the voice, right before an explosion went off. “Grian..” Groaned Doc, clearly annoyed - just a tiny bit. After the explosion had dispersed, Joe covered his ears. Alright! That was loud! His ears are ringing! Why would h-.. He uncovered his ears, glancing in the direction of the voices. They were even closer. Maybe about 6-10 feet away. Joe anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, completely forgetting he had fangs for a moment. Great. Blood. How nice.

Grabbing some spare blocks from the chests, he blocked off the entrance to the big hole. Hopefully it wouldn’t like he was in there more than he should’ve been, right? The voices were quiet, now. Slight mumbling was heard, but that was it. Joe gripped the covers tighter.

What would they think of him?

Would they call him a monster?

Would they take him back?

Would they call him stupid?

W͛̾̑ͤ̿̾̇҉o͊uͬͦ́lͦ̊d͟ ̛ͩ̌tͥ̅ͫ̇͂h͐ͣ͌eͬ͑͑̍̎̀ͪy͛̅̀ ̷̽a̓̊̒̎ͥͮc̈́͟cẻ͆̎̂̍͒̋pͤͪ͟t ̃ͦ̌ͭ̆͛hͭͤ͌̄i͊̒ͭͥͤ̑͗m͆͑̓ ̸bͥ̿ͣͩͩ͜a͌̅ͦc̄̿̽̔͂̀kͥ̿̉͗ͭ͝ ̡̾̈̒̉̓ͮiͭ̈́́҉nͩ̿̍͝?̧̈̉͛͌

Without noticing, he had started to hyperventilate. He had no clue on how loud he was being, and he didn’t get quieter or stop until he heard another explosion.

As the smoke and debris cleared, Joe froze up, tightly closing his eyes shut. ‘Please don’t tell me my eyes glow, please don’t tell me my eyes glow, please don’t tell me my eyes glow..!’ He thought to himself, hearing a few coughs, and a culmination of footsteps. He held his breath, and kept his eyes shut tight.

“Joe?! Jooooooe, are you in here?” Called out Scar. Opening one eye, Joe peered out from under the blanket. The group of 12 Hermits went quiet. They weren’t able to see much, with only having a torch, but the bright glowing of the corrupted Hermit’s eye helped them tons.

With the covers now pulled away, Joe peered silently at the others faces. He didn’t know what exactly to say. It felt like he had been gone for weeks, even months - he hadn’t had human contact for that long, either, except for the murmuring of voices in his head. Finally, somebody broke the tension-filled silence.

Xisuma quietly cleared his throat, holding out a slightly hesitant hand to the other. “Uh-.. how about we get you back t’ reality, Joe?” He questioned, the corrupted bunet taking a few moments to process this. Soon enough, and very gently, he grabbed the others hand, slowly getting off of the bed. Xisuma flinched ever so slightly at Joe’s long nails, but quickly dismissed it. Then, after a few more moments of awkward silence, the group headed up to the surface.

Once they got up to the surface, Joe shielded his eyes with his free hand, hardly being able to see. The whole group lagged back a bit, but they soon got out of the whole mess.

[ninety-eightpointsix]

My life-long obsession with Waluigi started all the way back in 1992 when I first saw a commercial for Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins. Or at least, that’s when the seeds were planted, when I was first introduced to “the wicked impostor Wario.” To make a long story short, you can’t have Bizarro Mario without Bizarro Luigi, that’s just crazy! In the very next game, Wario was actually the ‘hero’ so it’s not like he was some one-shot villain, he was an actual character joining the Marioverse. The ever growing Waluigi-shaped void became more and more pronounced as Wario joined more spin-off titles, until Nintendo and Camelot finally delivered... eight full years later.

Now, that is an extremely long time for a kid, or for anyone, so I set out to create my own. The most obvious problem was the name, as I could never figure out how to pronounce 7uigi. The closest I got was Sev-en-igi where the ‘u’ is silent or something? I had never thought of flipping the L rather than rotating it and getting Γ (gamma) which is okay because there’d be no way to look something like that up before the internet without talking to someone and having them tell you it looks like a Greek letter. But if that incredibly unlikely scenario had happened, I could have named him Gamma Luigi! Yes, Mama Luigi had obtained meme status in 1991, long before all you posers ‘discovered’ it on YouTube. But anyway, finding nothing but dead ends, I named him ‘Vinnie’ because... it’s an Italian name... that’s it. Also, just like how Wario’s mustache looks like two W’s, Vinnie’s could look like two V’s... just imagine my surprise when this actually became canon! (The mustache design, not the name)

All that was left was the design, and I kinda cheated a little, I basically envisioned him as looking like ‘Bad Cabinet Art Mario’ from DKJr, only recolored. So, essentially, every single OC ever. But I wasn’t trying to be original, I’m trying to fill in the horribly conspicuous gap Nintendo had left us with. I never actually drew him, because one: our local Chuck E. Cheese’s had gone out of business by 1993, if they would of even still had that arcade, and two: it’s not like I was going to bring tracing paper to a restaurant and try to explain what I was doing. But if I had ever drawn traced him, he would have looked something like this, only with the pointed mustache and a Wario nose, and the pointed ears, and those black eyes... or whatever. At this point in time, Nintendo was inconsistently switching between light and dark blue pants and even giving Luigi purple sometimes, that was all going to stop. In my world, the Mario Brothers wore indigo pants, and the Wario Brothers wore purple pants (refer to my Cyan versus Indigo rant), and Waluigi Vinnie’s unique color was cyan. (I’m having some trouble with the recoloring tool, you all know what cyan looks like, right?) In a strange turn of events, this also explains why Wario is the only member of the quartet with white instead of gold buttons... because that one ‘double-chin’ image has white buttons... yeah. This is neither here nor there, but my horribly crappy CRT television at the time Mario Tennis came out actually made Waluigi’s purple look much bluer and I was kinda miffed that his outfit actually turned out to be dark purple instead of blue-purple... they were sooo close.

Basically this post boils down to ‘they stole my idea’ only my idea was not only inevitable, but the actual design was stolen right back from them anyways. So I was happy for several years... until it became apparent that there was never going to be any backstory... like ever. And my mind started wandering, and now that Google was a thing I was able to see all of the inconsistent artwork of early Mario, I eventually came up with a theory... A Game Theory. Like most Game Theories, this one is 100% false and was only a possible origin story for the Wario Brothers, or only possible if you ignore a bunch of things and give too much weight to other things. What if Wario wasn’t just some guy who envied Mario to the point of dressing up like him and mimicking his name and stuff, what if he actually was the original Mario, from the original universe? Based on the one art picture where Mario has a double-chin, which it was only just now, making this gif that I realized I may have mistaken one of his jowls for a chin line. And his brother is the other Mario in Donkey Kong Jr’s opening, which everyone always forgets about. Before Luigi was ‘Green Mario’ he was just another Mario, no unique name, no unique colors; Nintendo doesn’t even count it as a real appearance, instead citing the original Mario Brothers as Luigi’s first appearance.

This was before Mario Galaxy, so there was no reason to have an original universe and a current one yet, but somehow bad cabinet art Mario & Luigi of Earth2 ended up on Earth1. Wario sets SML1&2 in motion, but Luigi2 stays hidden either from depression, or because he simply can’t figure out what to call himself. Maybe he even considers Sev-enu-igi for a time, as a nice little nod to myself. An extra bonus is this could be used to explain the Cranky Kong discrepancy. In the current canon, Mario and Donkey Kong the third are both born on the same day, as well as five other star children. This way adult DK1 and Jr can fight adult BCA-Mario, then grow old, and I don’t know the BCA-Mario Twins get lost in a time warp or something. There’s a lot of bugs to work out if I was ever going to actually do anything with this. But I wanted to get it out there... how my OC ‘became’ Waluigi by complete coincidence, and my strange fixation with mixing DC comics and Nintendo properties. Also there’s something similar to Psycho-Pirate (Roger Hayden) going on with Wario where Post-Crisis it was revealed the the multiverse now only exists in his mind. So, where all this stuff did actually happen, as far as the rest of the universe is concerned, these two unknown people have serious psychotic issues and claim to be the ‘original Mario Brothers from another universe’ and need serious therapy.

Extra also, all the humans on Earth2 have pointed ears for some reason? Elves don’t though, like Link and Zelda, and the cast of Jak & Daxter... they all have rounded ears. And apes don’t... so that explains Cranky... or would it be better to obtain elf ears magically later for some magic reason? Should I even mention my crackship of Waluigi x Pauline? I don’t know, it’s late... or now early... I’ve been ranting for too long. It’s time to queue and fall asleep.

[clamonnaturalhealth]

As hard as it is to believe, they are six months old! From those tiny little babies that entered our lives so unexpectedly to half a year old. Every day that passes their personalities get bigger and so do they. As I have told y’all in earlier post, we kept 3 kits Cyan, Kami, and George, as well as mom, Carmel. Two kittens went to new home, Jinx to our daughter Megan and Cleo to our friend Gabby. Call us nuts but having six cats is mostly fun, but sometimes crazy and frustrating. We have mamma, Carmel, the three kittens, and our boys Fabio, who is 12 and Beeker who is now 5. Okay now on to what you came here to read, all about the kittens, just 1 more thing; a new product I found for pets, that I highly recommend! Read on….

Fabio

Caramel (aka mamma)

Beeker

Well I told y’all in the last update we were attempting to toilet train, at least, Carmel and the kittens, so much for that idea! Only Kami got it and only part of the time so we gave up on that experiment! We are now moving to an automatic flushing potty, because litter boxes with six cats is ridiculous! Well any way you put it six cats is ridiculous, but my husband loves them and since he was a deprived military brat who was only allowed to have a hamster I’ll give him this one. Who am I kidding, I love them too and they are good company while I’m here all day by myself writing. They do get aggravating when I’m trying to work and they are determined to “help” by getting in my lap and pushing keys on the laptop or playing with the iPad screen. I must admit they have been good for me, something I haven’t talked about is losing my best friend of 13 years in late May. Boudreaux was my first dog and I had him since he was just six weeks old. He had been with me through thick and thin, my illnesses, the auto accident, the long recovery from my injuries, and the hard work it took to get back to this close to normal. I miss him terribly, as I type tears spill down my cheeks, loosing him is still to tender on my heart to talk about. The kittens entered our life just six weeks before Boo left for heaven and they were a God send! Literally!! They have kept me entertained and distracted from my grief.

George is the biggest six month old kitten I’ve ever seen! His nickname after he was born was Bruiser, and his size still measures up to that name. However, his personality couldn’t be more opposite! He’s just a big ‘ol lovable orange teddy bear! He’s calm, cool, collected and loves nothing more than sitting in your lap purrrrring and sleeping. When he does manage to gather the energy to play his favorite toy is a drinking straw! So much so I can’t have a straw in my glass and take my eyes off it! He stole my straw out of my glass today, with it in my hand! About the only other thing he loves is a tunnel my husband bought them and it’s even better if his straw isn’t to long and he can get it in his tunnel.

Kami is still the sweetheart of the bunch. She has big green eyes that are always watching and learning. She has an old ratty mouse (pun intended) that she loves and if she’s going to play it’s with that mouse or with her siblings. She loves to sleep on the couch by her mamma, and when my husband gets home from work she is in his lap. I have even seen her back down the sixty-five pound dog because my husband is HER person! She wears a bright pink collar with a bell that’s not needed cause she is mostly chill all the time. She did give us a scare a couple weeks ago, when she developed a cough out of the blue. After a couple of days of this odd, random, cough we took her in to the veterinarian and she was diagnosed with asthma. Yes, cats can have asthma! After a steroid shot and a round of antibiotics, which she was wonderful about taking, she’s not had any further issues. But just in case we changed to a dust free litter and took the lid off the litter box. We haven’t made to move to the flushable litter box yet, but it’s on the top of my wish list on Amazon!

Cyan! What can I say… I could write a book just about her! I am her person! Period end of story! Just ask her. She is active, crazy, and oh so smart! She loves to play fetch, especially at five in the morning, when I am trying to sleep. She loves all the toys, balls, the tunnel, scrunchy toys, fuzz, bugs, and on and on. Nothing is safe! She knows, very well, the rules of the house, but doesn’t care and does it anyway! Gets on the table, the counters, swings from the curtains, everything. Where she is concerned the squirt bottle filled with water is my best friend. She saw Fabio on the top of the refrigerator, hiding out from the kittens, and thought I can do that! Never mind it’s a big time no, no and Fabio got in trouble, it took me two weeks with the squirt bottle to break her of getting up there. She is so stubborn and strong willed and keeps me on my toes and laughing a lot! Sometimes I don’t know what I’m going to do with her, but I also have no idea what I’d do without her!

Jinx lives in Michigan, with our daughter and her husband. He is such a handsome boy! He LOVES his dog, Willow, they are best buds and he gets frustrated when Willow goes outside and he can’t go too, but sometimes he try’s to sneak out too, but quickly rethinks that. He is chatty, loves to tell you all about his day while everyone was at work. Mr. Jinx likes to cuddle and try and sneak food away from Hobbes, his older cat brother. He will catch the ceiling fan (see photo), he just knows it! He’s vocal about his breakfast, and his second breakfast and if you even think about missing his dinner!

Cleo (short for Cleopatra) looks the most like her mamma. She is getting more and more color in her coat and even had a beige tip on her tail like mamma. She is snugly, she loves to follow her human mom, Gabby, around and be where she is. She’s totally a mamma’s girl! She likes to play fetch only with milk jug lids. One of her other favorite pass times is bugging her big “sister” Shadow, who was perfectly happy being an only child. She also likes to pull her combo food and water bowl across the floor, just to make a mess for mom! And they all love boxes! We never thought we would have to keep so many boxes!

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