#n ee way

[honestlydarkprincess]

all i can think about is the 118 soaking wet and in danger, like i just ,,,, ugh, make them suffer (affectionate)

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

as much as i love the mv for im not okay. that bit with frank and that girl in the middle is so jarring and funny to me 😭

like the way the music fades out for dialogue is so strange it's not subtle in any way its hilarious.

[oh-katsuki]

yk it probably isn’t fair of me to compare the two studios in the first place... since they’re both REALLY good in their own right and their accomplishments can overlap without affecting that... but i just am REALLY interested in the distinct visual styles between studios. 

like this is kind of off topic but take the difference in jigokuraku and chainsaw man (two series animated by mappa). chainsaw man falls into an animation style category that mappa does REALLY well (similar to what jujutsu kaisen looks like aside from a few differences in art style from the mangaka). it’s really REALLY obvious that that style is what mappa’s animators are most suited towards.. ambient lighting (usually not harsh or over-stylized) with thin line work that gives the impression of weight and depth (the author of blue flag uses a similar style). jigokuraku, however, plays up on a more animated style and though it looks good (and im thoroughly enjoying the show), it’s clearly not the style mappa is most geared towards creating. 

now i say all of this, but the truth is it could just be budget issues or schedule issues (things that mappa struggles with because of the volume of it’s shows and the size of it’s studio). still, the studio’s visual style is incredibly obvious and you can tell when it’s animating in one that it excels at and you can tell at a glance which studio animated those shows simply based on the animation and lighting style.

demon slayer, however, borrows more of it’s style from the mangaka than i’d say chainsaw man or jujutsu kaisen does (jigokuraku excluded). ufotable uses thick lines that actually accentuates the two dimensionality of it’s characters, without sacrificing the illusion of depth and weight. then, to make it more believable, it puts it’s characters into some 3D animated spaces, which suddenly transforms a very 2D character into something that moves through the space of it’s dimension. in season three of demon slayer, ufotable does this INCREDIBLY well. mappa rarely plays up on the actual 2D quality of it’s characters. 

all of this to say that they’re both two great studios (though mappa has some issues with it’s scheduling and work load that i think is obvious just from tracking the way they announce and put out work) with two different strengths. ufotable (from what i’ve seen) plays up on the two dimensionality of it’s series without losing believability or animation quality, whereas mappa tends to want to make you believe what’s happening through certain semi-realistic design choices (it’s lighting probably being the most obvious). 

i’m not really sure what im getting at here, but it’s something i like to notice when i’m watching multiple shows by the same studio. 

[miniimapp]

yall ever just trying to interact in a fellow 4townies ask box or comments or reblogs or literally anything and then just kinda finish responding and then backspace it all because you're too nervous to even perceive their existence ??

...no,, me neither...

[thinkingabout-girls]

trying to decide if i want to draw his hair less. geometric

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

Watching merlin has made things worse because now I'm obsessing over sokeefe AND gwenthur someone send help

[jils-things]

love me my chibis part 578865443 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[fatsmyname]

hit six months on t today!! yippee!!

[honestlydarkprincess]

if i don't see eddie diaz on my screen soon i fear i may perish

[mossuaries]

new girl dropped

[lightnersdream]

[oh-katsuki]

What is your biggest fear?

hi!!! thank you for playing <333

it's drowning/suffocation hands down. i am SO scared of it and it's actually led to fears of a lot of other things recently, which SUCKS ASS! like the ocean, large bodies of water, not being able to see underwater, having other people touch me in the water, etc etc. also!!! i don't like crowds or enclosed spaces because im afraid of drowning and idk if that makes sense but to me it does.

[aka-indulgence]

Thought about a shadow monster that's been quietly and literally shadowing you for some time, and then at one point reveals himself to you and tells you he knows everything you wanted (romance-wise) with fleeting touches at the cheek... also shadow claws, a little bit amorphous and generally bigger than you heuheuh

[hoelko]

i drewed a thing

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

no 15 for chyan have funn <33

REMI IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 🙏🙏🙏

Things have been weird lately. See, Chad had always been the most adamant of them all. You can’t do both. Basketball or theatre. Stick to the status quo, man. So it was really weird that he was sat in the plasticy seats in front of the littler stage in the drama room, staring up as the lights flickered and flashed. 

He was there for Troy. Of course. Chad was waiting for the rehearsal to end so he could drive his friend home. That was it. Or… at least that was what Ryan told himself. 

Ryan watched as the boy in the front row blew a bubble, popped it, and licked his lips slowly. Fuck. All of a sudden, the stage lights were too bright, the track was too loud, and Ryan was tripping over his own goddamn feet. He hadn’t missed a step like that since… since ever. It. Doesn’t. Happen. 

Ryan fumbled, recovering quickly and ignoring the sharp glare coming from stage left. Sharpay could shove it, he thought. It was much more important to consider the fact that he’d messed up for the first time in years, and there was a hot guy watching him do it. Fabulous.

While Ryan was battling in the throes of embarrassment, mentally berating himself, Chad had his feet kicked up on the chair next to him, and his stupid baseball cap pulled low over his face. To anyone else, he would've looked bored, annoyed even. 

But Ryan knew. Chad hadn't taken his eyes off him the whole afternoon. No matter how hard the boy was fighting to keep up his façade, Ryan knew that he was interested. 

And that was enough motivation to bring him back, to get back into the swing of things louder and more energised than ever. 

Ryan didn't miss a single step for the rest of the run through. 

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The whole cast filed out into the hallway, chattering excitedly. Troy was up ahead of him, but no sign of-

“Ry-an!” 

Ugh, there she was. Most annoying goddamn voice he’d ever heard. 

Okay, okay. One deep breath, c’mon. Lights up.

Ryan turns to face his sister, still clad in her shiny sequined top and show makeup. 

“Hi Shar,” he sighs, ready for the explosion.

“What was that?! We do not mess up, Ryan!! What happens if we’re in front of an audience and that happens, huh?!” Sharpay slowly slides up the octave as she talks, getting shriller and angrier with every word. “You are going to ruin my show, Ry! I’m serious!” 

Our show, Ryan nearly corrected. But again, he let it slide. He always let it slide.

“I was distracted. It’s not gonna happen again,” he answers tightly, staring at the wall behind Sharpay’s head.

“Distracted?! Dis-trac-ted?! Ugh, you are unbelievable!” The girl strutted off angrily, heels clacking at the floor as she did. 

“Outta my way! Out of it!” Ryan could hear Sharpay’s whines as she struts the whole length of the corridor, shoving people to the side. He sighed, kicking at the floor dejectedly. Fuck family sometimes, honestly. 

“Woah, she’s gotta take a serious chill pill.” 

Ryan whips around at the words, eyes finding a certain basketballer’s. Oh.

Chad quirked an eyebrow, hands tucked into his back pockets. “What’s it today, huh? Hair curler broken? Sequin fall off her shirt?” The grin on his face was… annoyingly endearing.

“Nah. I missed a step, in the fourth number. It’s stupid. I’m stupid.” Ryan brushes a hand through his hair, an old nervous habit. Fidgeting, doing anything to distract himself from the reality of what was going on. 

Chad scrunches his forehead, bringing a hand up to Ryan’s shoulder in a broken attempt to comfort him. “Hey, woah. You’re not stupid, man. If it’s worth anything, I didn’t even notice you’d screwed anything up.” Awe. That was nice.

Ryan smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a cross glare at a junior that had knocked into him on her way past. The corridor was full to the brim now, a bunch of classes letting out. 

“Uh, d’you wanna go somewhere a bit more… quiet?” Chad chuckled at the disgusted look that Ryan’s features had arranged themselves into, and led him through the crowd without further question. Ryan tried his hardest not to stare at where their hands were joined. And failed. 

After a few moments of far too much contact with the rest of the school, the two slip into a door on the side of the hallway. The locker rooms. Sorta gross, but at the very least they were empty. 

Ryan slid down onto a bench, patting the area next to him with a weighted glance. When Chad joins him, he swallows nervously, tries to summon up enough courage to ask the question that had been plaguing him all day.

“Why were you watching us today?” Chad opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Ryan’s interrupting, knocking their shoulders together softly. “Don’t try and tell me you were there for Troy, ‘cause I’m not buying it. C’mon, I know how you feel about theatre and stuff. What’s up?”

Chad’s cheeks darken slightly, and he tucks his head down to let a tuft of hair fall in front of his face. “Mm… dunno. Just… felt like it, I guess. Wanted a… change,” he mumbled. 

Right. That’s how it was gonna be, huh? Well, Ryan was pretty sure he knew what that look meant. 

So sue him, he flipped on the charm, leaned in a touch closer with his next words. “Really. What kind of change, Danforth?” Ryan let his voice go low and quiet, grinning at the way it made Chad’s pulse speed up. 

“I…” he trailed off, gaze dropping to somewhere below Ryan’s nose. “I don’t-”

There’s nothing but the shallow gasps for breath in the space between them for a while, the feeling of their noses brushing against each other.

“Chad. Why were you watching me?” Ryan puffs, leaning an arm on the wall behind Chad’s head. The flush high on his cheeks, the soft hum of his heartbeat quickening, the nervous way he bit his lip, fuck, it made Ryan weak. “I know there’s something, c’mon.”

“Well, shit. I guess you got me. I’ve got a big fat crush.” Chad’s voice is all breathy now. His voice is breathy and soft, and he’s pressing in impossibly close, and as he’s speaking, his lips move against Ryan’s. “So what’re you gonna do about it?”

God, God, enough of this. Ryan can’t take it anymore. He shoves his hands up into Chad’s hair and tugs him the rest of the way in, relishing in the way their lips click together so nicely. 

Ryan pushes for more, crowds Chad up against the locker door with a cocky smile. The taller boy opens to it easily, sucking Ryan’s bottom lip between his teeth and sighing gently. They kiss messily, exactly what you’d expect from two horny teenagers. Teeth clashing, tongues sliding against each other, Ryan’s leg pressing between Chad’s thighs. The boys lick and suck and bite, tearing quiet whines from each other in the Q Block locker rooms, until--

“Hey, Cha- Oh.”

Troy motherfucking Bolton stood in the doorway, hovering uncomfortably while he took in the scene. Ryan frantically backed off, practically leaping away from Chad- who was now apparently very interested in the scratches on the lockers behind him. 

“Um. Hi. Uh… sorry, I didn’t realise you guys were- in… here,” he stammered, tucking his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “So… is this-” Troy waved a hand between them. “- a thing now? I mean, uh. I’m- I’m an ally, so!” he squeaks, backing away defensively. 

“What, no, Troy, we weren’t!” Chad practically shrieks, with his best approximation of a horrified look. “Ryan was just- Ryan was-”

“Telling him about our show!” Ryan supplies helpfully, a slightly better actor than his- than Chad. 

Although, it might have been more believable if he wasn't saying it with his hair messed up, pupils blown out and lips bright red. 

“Look man, whatever you do on your own time-”

“No! No, we didn't, we didn't.” Ryan glances down, then quickly snaps his gaze back up to meet Troy’s eyes, tensing up as he realised that his pants were… sorta… half undone. 

Ryan fixes them, blushing furiously and pointedly avoiding every sharp look Chad sent to the back of his head. 

“I’m, ah. Gonna go.” Troy edges out of the locker room uncomfortably and leaves the two boys to themselves, both making a point to look at absolutely everything except each other. 

Chad tentatively crosses the room, letting Ryan drop his head on his shoulder and draw him in close with strong arms around his waist. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Ryan’s voice is muffled while he mumbled into Chad’s chest.

“It’s fine, Ry. I guess I kinda knew what was gonna happen if we did that at school.”  

“So…” There’s a pause as Ryan thinks, bringing a hand up to play with Chad’s hair again. “Would you wanna do this again… like, not at school?’

Chad laughs, nudging Ryan until he tips his head up and Chad can steal another kiss. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool.”

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[meateater-rabbit]

it ain't great, but >_<

@ghosttcryptids