The urge to animate these old catholic men to a pokemon opening needs to be studied
????? OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH?? THIS GOES RIGHT INTO MY AUTISM ARSENAL
Wtf even is magneto's name anymore
I just wanna talk about the iliad
Conclave fandom, what do you know about the book of esther?
Jewish culture is arguing with the hebrew academy
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Me. I'm gonna make it.
So who wants to make a "The Other Side" animatic of Poolverine, with Wade singing Hugh Jackman's part trying to convince Logan to help him save his universe while Logan sings Zac Efron's part, totally reluctant and refusing to help all as this happens in the bar where Wade took Logan from.
Hey am i really gonna base an animatic on this post? Yes. Yes i will.
I don't think I will ever stop thinking about the way that Wade was precisely the kind of person Logan needed in the moment they met.
Logan was still traumatized, the man who had killed everyone who had loved him and saved him and inadvertently doomed all mutants in his universe. He doesn't just take the title Worst Wolverine, he's the Worst Mutant, the Worst fucking Friend, the Worst Everything Under The Goddamn Sun, because he had gone ahead and destroyed all the good shit in his life because he couldn't get his shit together.
Enter: Wade Wilson. An inconvenience, a pest, a fucking liar. Yet, as his claws slice right through flesh, Wade ... survived. More than just that, he gave back just as much as he got it. This guy met the brunt of Logan's violence, and he laughed in the face of it. Made a game, a chase, out of the whole thing like it's just one big messy joke for him.
It was, probably, but that wasn't the point. The point was that this guy, this fucking guy, had the audacity to barrel into Logan's life and not only that, he had the audacity to survive being part of Logan's life. Fuck, he didn't just survive, he lived through it — full of heart and full of so much fucking life and insistence and persistence.
So, yeah. Wade's a piece of shit, but he was the only person Logan was willing to risk because the idiot literally could not fucking die. Not like the others, be it the ones he did or didn't kill. Wade was an outlier — someone who literally made Logan move universes just because the idiot didn't want his friends to die.
And Logan didn't give two fucks about Wade's friends, but he was already here, and they saved the world, and they had fucked each other over straight to hell and back and made it out alive and some kind of friends, so when Wade called, where the fuck else would Logan go?
Of course, he would go back to Wade. Of course, he would go back to the one person who could handle it — handle him. Of course, he would go back to the only guy in the entire fucking multiverse who had the guts to put up with his shit and, not only that, made Logan hurt just as much as he made Wade hurt and be insane enough to enjoy it.
Where the fuck else would he go? Wade called for him, and Logan chose home — it was a no brainer.
Thanks! I'll tag you when it's done!
Can i make an animatic of kiss with a fist, please?
OMG YEAH OF COURSE?? JUST MAKE SURE TO TAG ME SO I SEE IT WHEN YOU'RE DONE
Animation practice aaahh omggg
I gotta fix the timing, and it's still just the very first sketch, but I'm so proud of this aaahhhh
Can i draw this?
An excerpt from the soon-to-come second chapter of my Cherik Gilmore Girls AU:
“Yeah, they were lucky.” Erik bobs his head, looking thoughtfully out at the chuppah. “I guess if you can find that one person, you know, who’s willing to put up with all your crap, and doesn’t want to change you or dress you or, you know, make you eat French food, then marriage can be all right. But that’s only if you find that person.”
“Yeah, if you find that person.” Charles says, almost to himself. Then he puts a smile back on, “No one has ever made me a chuppah before.”
Erik smiles, looking nearly bashful. “Well, you only get married once. Theoretically,” He adds.
“Yeah, you only get married once.” Charles repeats. He’ll be getting married. Once. To Moira. This weekend.
The morning air is cool, a slight breeze whooshing around and between the two friends sitting on the old, well-worn porch. The snow has melted today, but the weather’s still frigid and icey. Charles huffs a sigh and a burst of fog erupts from his mouth. Beside him, Erik breathes steadily, only the smallest puffs visible. He’s holding himself still like a statue.
You only get married once.
I knew i had to include the chuppah. it was too perfect.
First chapter available to read here:
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