#back to animating I go

[mysteryanimator]

Small break from animating to get brainworms out

(Lyrics are from “would you fall in love with me again?” From Epic: The Musical, and the final album has been on repeat since it’s release LOL)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[geomimetry]

huggies

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[plesiosaurys]

getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."

[insomniphic]

friend of mine just dragged me into watching Dandadan.... I may or may not like a certain cursed form of some guy

[s0up1ta]

something about loving you like an alcohol addict

pspsps come get your billford

this was supposed to be longer but dear god that's a lot of work... so here's the storyboard for it:

maybe i'll finish it later,, for the tragic fiddauthor enjoyer in me

ok bye

[dareduffie]

when will people learn that live-action remakes will never be good as their original animated counterparts because the glory of animation is the colour, movement, and fantasy that's just untranslateable to live-action

[kaiser1ns]

Nighttime is your favorite time of the day, especially when you're lying on a soft mattress with your lover. His gentle kisses trail down as he pulls your robe slightly aside, and you wrap your arms around his neck, a smile of pure satisfaction gracing your lips. You love Michael Kaiser, love him so much that you're completely lost in him—just as he's lost in you. From the corner of your eye, you catch the bouquet of blue roses on the table, but it's his face that holds your focus as he leans in to kiss you again. His soft, wet lips press against yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. The atmosphere is utterly romantic, and every second with him feels perfect. You swear you never want this moment to end—

But then his phone rings. 

The two of you pause, reality pulling him away as he sits up. You know he has to take the call, so you let him go. You catch bits of his conversation—something about Japan, a new project you've heard before. Blue Lock, yes, that was it.  

Left alone, the cool night air brushes against your skin. You clutch your robe tighter and plop onto the pillow, listening to the low hum of his voice. The call is short, though, and soon enough, the bed dips under his weight once more.  

"Tut mir leid, dass du warten musstest, Liebling," he murmurs softly.  

The night is still young, and so are the two of you.

Tut mir leid, dass du warten musstest, Liebling. — Sorry for the wait, darling.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[theactualsunshinechild]

Feixiao scooping Jiaoqiu up by his armpits and holding him up as he tries desperately to look dignified: "This is my lovely culinary healer Jiaoqiu, he saved me from the brink of death once and eats wet food only."

Feixiao dragging a protesting and hissing Moze out from the darkness beneath the couch and holding him up by the scruff as he gives up and hangs there limply: "and this is Moze! I found him half dead in the dumpster behind my house one day!"

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[mugiwara-lucy]

So with the growing support behind Kamala Harris, I've been seeing more of THESE:

Do NOT pay them any attention.

Not only are these posts incredibly ignorant, narrow minded and naive....if we lose our rights how can we help the seas abroad?? I ask this because I NEVER get a concrete answer.

Kamala Harris is PRO-Palestine whereas Trump said he would "finish the job".

So between an Accomplished Attorney NOT COP who jailed pieces of gutter shit like Donald Trump or a Convicted Felon known for being a scammer, failed businessman and rapist; pick your poison.

[rayveneyed]

bakugou katsuki proclaims, quite often, that he doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. he snarls it — cheeks flushed an angry red — when you teasingly ask him for homemade chocolates, or to change your name in his phone to something cheesy. you’ve had him down as pumpkin from the moment you started dating, after all, and he’s long grown used to hearing baby and sweetheart and darling in place of his given name, even though he swears he hates it. you often tug at his wrist and point to bouquets of red roses, whining why don’t you ever get me those? just annoying enough to have him pulling your head under his elbow and roughly ruffling your hair, cursing the way he’s spoiled you.

kirishima got mina a heartbeat bracelet, you say pointedly, tucked under his arm on the couch and peering up at him with those eyes — those eyes that say you’re looking to push his buttons a little. (internally, he scoffs — as if he didn’t know. as if he wasn’t the one that gave shitty hair the idea in the first place. it’s just — it’s different, isn’t it, when he’s getting it for himself? for you?) shouldn’t we get something like that, baby ?

he grunts something unintelligible — something about how they’re gimmicky, how they probably don’t work, how it’d distract him when he’s kicking ass, how it’d probably melt with the use of a single howitzer impact, blah blah blah. you shrug. it’s not that big of a deal, anyway. you mostly brought it up to pull his leg a little — you know he’s not one for grand gestures like that, preferring his acts of service above all else — but for all the fight he’d put up, two heartbeat bracelets arrive at your apartment not even a week later. amazon prime expedited shipping, no less. 

he ignores you when you bring it up — lets you fasten it onto his wrist with little fanfare, the tips of his ears turning red, muttering something about he’d probably never use it, anyway, and he only got it so that you’d shut up about it all — never say i don’t do shit for you, woman!

but when he’s halfway across the world, tangled up in schemes larger than you have the capacity to think about — when you’re watching the news with teary eyes and bated breath, hands clutched to your chest, it always comes without fail: a small buzz on your wrist, gentle and thudding and rhythmic. ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.