Hey, Don't Cry. One Cup Heavy Whipping Cream, Two Tablespoons Granulated Sugar, Three Tablespoons Cocoa

sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)

Saw someone refer to Cartoon Saloon as the Irish Studio Ghibli and…

Yes. Yes it is. Seriously, watch their films if you have not had the pleasure already. Whether it’s the Irish Mythology trilogy

Or The Breadwinner, and upcoming ‘My Father’s Dragon’ with Netflix.

Watch these films. They are masterpieces of modern animation and innovation. I did my first film final on ‘The Breadwinner’ and have no regrets.

I’m working on some Halloween merch for writers and need your feedback, amigos!

The designs will feature text and an illustration. Currently I have:

I’m a writer and in my story you might already be dead

I trap human souls inside books for fun

I am not sure what you amigos would like to see, so all feedback/suggestions welcome!

the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated

i just realized that the siblings never really discussed the fact that klaus honest-to-goodness died, so hear me out: 

imagine that one night, after every single apocalypse the world could possibly throw at them has been averted and they’re all getting ready for an ‘adult sleepover’ (which is basically just a bullshit excuse they pull to build the most awesome blankets-and-pillows fort ever), diego blurts out “hey, luther, remember the time you got high for the first time at that rave?” and klaus chuckles and adds “yeah, the one where i died?”

and all movement in the kitchen just–freezes.

vanya and allison stare at him, open-mouthed, the bottles of nail varnish on the table temporarily forgotten; luther’s hands curl into fists, even as he tries to breath in all slow and deep; five’s left eye is doing this funny little twitchy thing; and diego actually manages to squeeze the popcorn bowl in half.

and of course klaus doesn’t notice because he’s soooo used to flying underneath his siblings’ radar, so when they all attack him at once in a massive group hug, he screams, his body going into fight-or-flight mode, before he realizes that they’re scolding him out of pure worry. 

”you ramble about a billion different things, and yet the one time something this important happens to you, you just conveniently ‘forget’ to tell us?” five scoffs, with his face smushed into somebody’s collarbone.

klaus can’t tell who, can’t really make out where his body ends and another sibling’s begins and suddenly, klaus feels nothing but love and gratitude for them, because hey whaddya know, his family actually cares about his fucked-up ass.

“y’know, i really wish ben were here,” vanya mutters after a bit in a shaky voice.

and diego pats her hair softly because it’s yet another thing they share aside from the shittiest luck when it comes to love: to have their brother back after seventeen years of mourning him, and lose him within the next hour without a proper goodbye.

“don’t worry, vanny,” klaus says, squeezing her tight. “i’m sure he’s up there puking his guts out at how lovey-dovey we’re being right now.”

and just like that the spell is broken. his siblings suddenly find better things to do, like cleaning up the spilled popcorn and giving vanya’s fingers another coat of shiny varnish, but klaus just gives them all the widest shit-eating grin he can muster, because ben–curse the bastard–is right again:

it’s all gravy.

we are officially in a new era of avatar fandom i am extremely screaming