#it felt choppy

[aparticularbandit]

Called the self-sacrifice. Feel proud of that.

Gonna sit on this ending for a bit longer because there was some very religious imagery in ep. 8 with Agatha that I caught.

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Also don't mind me bring Nicky back for Finding Family stuff BECAUSE I CAN.

[vamp-bites]

Modern au where they sit at a bus stop in silence listening to car seat headrest and nothing else happens ever

[hplonesomeart]

HEYYY GUYS quickly hopping back on here, messily taping/supergluing my art onto the blog, and then promptly skedaddling right afterwards because OH BOY I need to focus this week and lock into my animation MAP part. The time crunch has gotten real!! AUUUUU!! But I had to get this image out of my system before anything else so here ya go enjoy some solitary confinement Puzzle appreciation. I’m sorry that it’s rushed!! Maybe once I finish this MAP I’ll return and make it less janky (specifically for the animated gif here because OOF that looks rough buddy. But it’s the best I can afford to do without getting totally side tracked on my goals. It looks real lazy and is low-key triggering me but I’m letting it slide—sir is mocking my perfectionism right now. Gotta focus all that energy onto the MAP instead).

Yea okay that’s all folks byeeee

Okayyyy so apparently not only is the animated gif janky in motion but also kinda broken?? It’s supposed to loop but that’s not working on Tumblr so guess the entire thing needs to be redone when I have spare time :P

I’ve decided to include a compressed version so you can at LEAST see what I was trying to achieve jksjsksp help this is a mess right now

[stygianoaths]

There are times where I wonder if Luke asked Dionysus to cure his mother, you know, what with Dionysus being the god of madness.

I like to believe that Luke had offered to steal the best bottle of wine there is to be stolen in the world, a solemn promise from the son of Hermes.

"No one would know," he whispered earnestly.

Not even the gods.

And maybe Dionysus had laughed at the idea, no matter how intriguing it was, because of course a demigod of mere fifteen would be so bold yet naive to strike deals with gods so much bigger than he. He shut the child down on the spot. He wouldn't fall for such nonsense.

"And risk my father's wrath? You mock me," he drawled. He had made it a point to omit the fact he was not going to tamper with his uncle's curse either. It was off-limits after all, just like that troublesome nymph. He flicked the dirt from his nails, ignoring the way Luke shook on the spot.

"Well? If that's all you better get going, Lucius," he had said.

And Luke's wrath bubbled over in return.

"What good are you gods for, if you won't help us? You're so useless," he scoffed.

Dionysus's eyes lit up in purple at the jab and he got up from his chair. The ground shook as vines broke through the earth. Something felt off yet familiar with the way Luke did not cower at the display of power. Tch, heroes and their bravado.

"We gods do not owe you mortals anything."

"Yes, you do?" Luke retorted with incredulity, dragging a chair to the side as he inched on Dionysus, uncaring of the purple flames that had begun to circle them, the vines that were dangerously close to tugging him by the ankle.

"You owe your entire existence to humanity! We wrote your stories and remembered you! We fought your battles and we died for you!"

"And?" Dionysus laughed, though there was no humor behind it, "I don't care. You can come up with a thousand sob stories, Luis, and I still won't care. I've seen it all and it's all the same. You demigods are nothing but mayflies, destined to die early since the day you were born."

That seemed to silence the boy.

"Of course, I'll make sure to tell all of that to Castor and Pollux. I'll tell them Pops doesn't give a damn if they die now or later, because apparently it doesn't matter anyways. Tell them how he knew what demigod life would be like for them and still went ahead and brought them into this world anyways."

Or not.

"Take their names out of your mouth, boy," Dionysus warned, vines seizing at Luke's wrists and knees.

"Or what? You're gonna drive me insane just like Mom?"

Dionysus wanted to tell him that he was pretty much halfway there, with the way Luke wore that look of hysteria that bordered on madness. It was so faint yet tangible all the same. Dionysus wanted to push the kid to the limit, see him snap.

"Oh, but that would be too easy!" he sneers, "no, I was thinking more of that little sister of yours you so adore, Annie Bell, her name was? Yes, yes I think madness would look absolutely delicious on a daughter of Athena."

There was absolutely nothing to back up that threat, but it seemed to hit the mark.

Luke had crumpled completely, like something hit him hard in the stomach. Dionysus's lips twitched up in victory. If the boy wanted to play dirty and mention family, then it was only fair he would too.

"Fuck you," Luke whispered, tears cornering in his eyes.

Before the god could act on his threat, however, the sound of trotting hooves nearing towards the Big House made their way through the windows.

Dionysus sighed, raising a hand to release the vines' hold on Luke. He did not want to listen to Chiron's lecture on how threatening the lives of demigods isn't "Camp Director" like.

Luke, on the other hand, slammed the door behind him, scaring off the harpies perched on the roof of the Big House. Dionysus had half a mind to choke the kid with grapevines for the act of insolence.

Chiron came through that same door, placing a hand on the side of it while he looked backwards.

"With that anger, he will get himself killed too early," he murmured with concern. Dionysus snorted, letting the vines return to the soil, the flames around him dying down.

"They all do."

Oh, how he would eat those words, watching Castor's shroud burn.

He was too young. Too young.

A nagging voice reminds him that so was Luke. So was Thalia. So was Annabeth. So was Percy. So was Nico. So was nearly everyone that huddled around the pyres, holding each other and sobbing. Gods, they were crying. War was never kind.

Even that daughter of Ares, who would rather be caught dead than vulnerable, let slip a few tears, and her hissed out "are you happy now?" as she shoved herself past the god of wine will haunt him for millenias to come.

If only he had tried to save May Castellan, given her back to Hermes the way he was supposed to, maybe his son would be standing here with him and watching the pyres light up the night.

Instead, all he could do was listen to Pollux's hysterical screams while Hermes pulls Castor up by the hand, taking the newly deceased to a place where Dionysus can no longer follow.

[satyrn-exe]

SPOILERS FOR TF1

well he certainly did try.

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Forever thinking about the ten-minute war-documentary-style long take of the aftermath of the attack on Sietch Tabr, only a few seconds of which made it into the final cut of Dune Part Two.

Image: text from page 214 of The Art and Soul of Dune: Part Two. The text reads:

MELTING ROCK

Before the Atreides atomic arsenal is deployed, another Harkonnen attack on Arrakis further fuels Paul's desire for revenge. It's the point of no return. As he awakens to the sound of explosions, he realizes that Sietch Tabr is being bombarded. This scene echoes the extermination of House Atreides in Part One, with newly designed bombers destroying everything in their path.

What's left of the Fremen people after the air strike is heartbreaking. Wounded survivors seek refuge at the Cave of Birds, where Paul finds Stilgar heavily injured. "We'll have sixty-five to seventy Fremen, wounded families, all civilians," Denis noted in preparation for the scene. The ailing refugees within the cave were filmed in one continuous sequence that lasted ten minutes. "The extras were trained and had rehearsed what to do," recalled Denis. "On 'action,' everyone launched into the scene, creating a maelstrom of pain and chaos, through which Greig improvised shots to capture the intensity, as a war photojournalist would do."

To escape the Harkonnens' wrath, the Fremen flee to the south. And when Feyd-Rautha arrives at the Cave of Birds to witness the damage he has caused, he meets the only survivor who has chosen to stay behind and cover the retreat. Shishakli, who has killed nine Harkonnens with one single blade, will die like the birds, torched with a flamethrower.

[supersonicsidekick]

Seven Kings Must Die + Onion and Reductress Headlines 

7KMD Trailer & Promotional Materials + Headlines

[sn0wbat]

of course i had to do the hair meme with him too

[limnologylover]

bro that hatsune miku culture trend was not built for appalachia at all

[sepulchrebythesea]

happy 4/20 from imaginary joint anthony green

“pass it around” - ag

[slvttyspider]

yknow what, it actually really bothers me — the pacing of the series. i get the list of possibilities as to why that is but i already knew that i'd wanna explore more details of the "in betweens" in the show, if that makes sense. everything was rushed and as someone who really likes to take the time with things and watch the chemistry build, i know that's something that i'd wanna start angel off with. does that make sense lol i mean, i can also jump around timelines. but i wanna See the stuff happen in between what was shown, i like to think it was so choppy for us to fill in the blanks lmao i wanna explore the good, the bad, the dirty. even the neutral.

[yasminhananis]

okay did disney+ shorten/cut the luke and leia kiss??

[eljeebee]

The Lucio Ranch had put up festive decorations; its roof adorned with twinkling lights, and its spandrels with garlands—a sign of a cheery Christmas. Inside, Albert Lucio and Priscilla Wuest had put up garlands and wreaths around the manor.

Priscilla was decorating the final piece, and the star of all Christmas decorations—the Christmas tree.

She returned a little early for Christmas, just in time to help Albert decorate his ranch. She could have spent her holiday at HQ, where her luxurious suite is located, but she loves his ranch, the goats and the sheep, the cherry and apple orchard, and his horses. It gives her a sense of security, even if just for a bit. Just enough to breathe and forget the dangers of her career. The ranch is her safe space, where she grounds herself.

When she was done decorating the tree, she heard Albert enter from their back porch, wooden doors closing with a thud. She hollered, "Wanna light up the tree, old man?!"

She heard a chuckle, "I'll be there, I'll be there."

"There we go," Albert said.

Priscilla smiled, "So pretty. Thanks for letting me put up your tree."

He shook his head, "I don't mind. I'm not really good at decorating. My mother and sister usually does this, not me. Besides, you did say your previous apartment was, and I quote, shitty, to decorate with."

Priscilla chuckled, "Yeah. It was large enough, but not large enough to put up lights on the roof, and on spandrels. I love huge spaces."

He smiled at her. For a moment, they only stood beside each other, admiring the tree.

"Your hair has grown, kid," Albert remarked.

"Yeah."

"It suits you," he said, still looking at the tree. "I'm going to be frank, I don't like—love—the hairdo you did few months ago. Looks shit."

He faced her, and he burst out a laugh. "It does not suit you, sweetheart."

"Come on, old man," Priscilla pouted. "I was...I had a predicament!"

"So I've heard," he smirked. "I heard you rekindled your relationship with Tony."

"I did not."

He laughed, walking away. He heads to the kitchen, Priscilla following suit. "You don't just fuck your ex-husband like that."

"We just needed an outlet to...to let out our frustrations. I was—we were pent up," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Sure, kid, whatever you say," Albert shook his head, going down the cellar. "You don't have to tell your old man how pent up you were. Help me out with the wine, will ya?"

Priscilla groaned, but followed. "Who told you that? I never mentioned that during our mission debriefings. Nor on video conference calls. Did someone ratted me out?"

Albert guffawed. "The walls have ears. And your best friend, Adams—she told me that when I was in HQ."

She groaned, "Ugh! Andrea!"

Albert tried to bite back his laugh.

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[heshemejoshi]

rough animation. just playing with some of octopath 2’s visuals

[pizzalordmarv]

i saw a particular vine a week ago and it reminded me of sting and stew so i had to do this. im sorry

[mediaconsumeme]

Sorry to be late to the party but oh my god the Doctor and Donna reuniting and Donna having a daughter named Rose whos trans I CAN'T. I dislike the phrase "inner child" because I would strangle myself as a child if I could but MY INNER CHILD IS HEALING