Alex Hirsch's words at the "Animation Game Changers" panel, CTN Expo 2016
<b>Hirsch:</b> [...] I mean, it's so amazing to be at this panel right now, cause it's like: "Oh, let's interview the giants [Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust], and now let's interview the ants standing on their shoulders [himself and Rebecca Sugar]". Like, the reason I knew at school that making a show was something you could do was because when I was in high school I was watching shows like Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Fairly Odd Parents, Invader Zim, whatever-- name it... and all of these were people who, you know, not that long ago had also been students, who then pitched something and who made it. So they had cut with a machette, you know, the path through the jungle, and it was there.<p/><b></b> And the weird thing to me when I was at college was that nobody-- most of the people I was friends with, they didn't care. I was like "guys, there's a path, through this dark jungle, to running your own show!" and they were like [funny voice] "yeah, but I wanna design a prop for Pixar."<p/><b></b> [laughter]<p/><b></b> And like, they didn't think of it as something cool, as if...<p/><b>Tony Bancroft:</b> 'cuz it was easier, is that why?<p/><b>Hirsch:</b> I mean, it still-- there's a bit of that persp-- I think people think that Feature[ film]s are prestigious and that TV is, I mean, you know. Just look at... Moana's got the main room and it's, like-- you guys could be there, listening to some guy say like: "Uhh yeah, here's an anecdote about the Rock. I met him. He's nice." WHO CARES?! [motions towards Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust] These people shaped Animation History!<p/></p>
Post Craig’s Good Ending. Smashley accepts an invite to a cul-de-sac get together, eager to finally meet the person who’s taken her vacated spot in Craig’s heart. Craig x Dadsona ft. Hugo x Damien. ~2k.
yard was already bustling by the time Ashley pulled up at the end of
the drive. As soon as she climbed out of the car Briar and Hazel came
bounding up to her; each was gabbling over the other as they jumped
into her arms and she tried not to drop them.
woah, girls! Come on, you know I’m not your father, I can’t bench
press you both.”
let go, and she knelt down to pull them into a bear hug. It had
barely been two weeks since she’d seen them last, but they were still
in that stage where they were growing almost before her eyes.
girls, mom’s had a long drive and needs to take advantage of Mr.
Christansen’s excellent grillmanship, but after that you gotta
catch me up on all the gossip, yeah?”
dad and Lucien’s dad have been going on dates!” Hazel burst out.
Clearly she’d been waiting a long time to break that news to someone
hit her sister on the arm, “Shhh, we’re not supposed to know
they’re so obvious about it!” Hazel said indignantly. Ashley
scanned the crowd and spotted Hugo and Damien by the food table. They
were, indeed, cosied up rather more intimately than she was used to
seeing from them.
grinned and ruffled Hazel’s hair, “If they tell me I’ll act
surprised. Maybe you should too, huh? Now where’s your dad and your
sister? I should say hi before I dive into the snacks.”
pointed over the opposite side of the yard where Craig was deep in
conversation with another man. They were laughing about something,
but even from a distance Ashley could see something in Craig’s smile
that went deeper than some funny joke.
pulled her girls in close, “So is that him? Your dad’s new
Tweek: Ugh my paReNts don’t know how to give gooD adVIce at aLL!
Craig: what did they do this time
Tweek: you knNow how you fFigured out how I -ngh- s-sSaid something about mMackeys ass? So I came hHome and my parent’s werE like ‘wHy are you so red’? and aLL, so I tTold them I saID somethIng y-years ago that I regret. So they were like “TweEk, you kKnow, your mmOther and I had a ssImilar issue. Back tHen, we too weRe young adUlts dIscovering ourselves. One dDay, we had sSex in the bathooM of WalMarT.”
Craig: …. yeah? And?
Tweek: tThATS ALL tHEY SsAiD!
TheiR STORIES sSUCK!
AND I wWAS cCOnFUSED whEN I SAID THAT abOUT mMACKEY!
Craig: oh. (good)
Tweek: nNGh wWhat kind of stTUFF do your parents sSay?
Craig: “craig if you don’t stop being gay in the house im cutting off a testicle.”
I spend the last hour creating a little wig for my little River <3 Sadly I can’t really do a costest yet because none of the stuff that I ordered has arrived but as soon as I get more shit I will! I haven’t decided yet if I am actually gonna shave part of my brow or just try to fake it
I also did some pushups yesterday in a desperate attempt to get that fitness dad bod (with pushups I mean one(1) bad pushup but it is the thought that counts right?)
Reminder to send in requests because my ask box is empty!
“You must be J’s Uncle.” you greeted, standing up from your desk to shake Craig’s hand as he walked in for your meeting. He shook it, eyes quickly taking in your pencil skirt and blouse before you both sat down.
“Call me Craig.” He smiled, smoothing back his hair. You smiled softly, shuffling the papers around in front of you a little bit.
“Craig. I’m sorry, I thought J’s grandmother was going to come in for this meeting.” Craig gave you a dazzling smile before shrugging.
“She was a little busy so she sent me instead. You complaining about me coming instead?” He teased. You felt your cheeks go red as you quickly shook your head.
“No- I mean that’s… I didn’t mean that.” You stuttered, laughing awkwardly as Craig started to laugh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. But if you really feel sorry how about you take me out to dinner to make up for it?” He grinned, causing you to get flustered all over again.
At our studio, there’s fun, creativity and DOODLES everywhere you look!! No seriously. In addition to people physically turning into doodles we have white boards all around the building filled with doodles and meeting notes all have a 3 doodle requirement. WE’RE SERIOUS ABOUT DOODLES GUYS.
Artist cred for these doodleheads go to our incredibly talented former NICKtern, Amelia Giller!
From toilet training through adolescence, [toxic parents] tend to see rebellion or even individual differences as a personal attack. They defend themselves by reinforcing their child’s dependence and helplessness. Instead of promoting healthy development, they unconsciously undermine it, often with the belief that they are acting in their child’s best interest.
High School AU: Craig just wants to join his favorite things, okay? It’s not weird for him to want to join Cheerleading! but his parents fear he’s becoming gay for one of the majestic, athletic kids across the street; Tyler of the WildCats!
Craig’s parents fear he might be gay… The boy won’t join his best friend Tyler in football, baseball, or basketball! Instead, he wants to join swimming, track, bowling, and CHEERLEADING!
They tried to tell him what the other kids would think of Craig, but the boy didn’t care. What added to the parent’s fear was the memory of little 6-year-old Craig climbing into one of Mommy’s lengthy dresses for dancing and trying on her high heels.
Therefore, the couple tried guiding their son into more manly sports, other than swimming and track. Little did they know that half of Craig’s squad would be absorbed with those activities as well.
Jonathan called him the first day of school, early in the morning. “Jonathan, what the fuck? It’s 6 in the god damn morning, you mother fucker!” Craig groaned in the phone.
“Tyler’s over here, you bitch! Come meet us in thirty! We’re doing the routine from last year! Oh, call up Nogla and his boy!”
Craig giggled despite his sleepy mind, waving thanks to his mother as she fled his room quietly. “Okay, okay. Bye, you bitches.”
Jonathan giggled and hung up, leaving Craig to his delightful thoughts about maybe joining a sport with Tyler. After deciding not to, he got dressed and brushed his teeth.
“Someone called you again, sweetie.” His mother called from downstairs as he pulled on a black beanie.
“Kay..” He called back, grabbing his bag and physical application packet before heading down the stairs as fast as possible.
“Time check, kiddo.” His dad responded as he reached the stairs.
“It’s almost 6:30.”
“Yep. Don’t forget, me and your mom are goin’ outta town this afternoon, bring Tyler over for the usual. Make sure you bring along Jonathan too, good kid, he likes Rex right? Should be able to take care of him while we are gone and you’re with Tyler and his family.”
Craig nodded and headed out the door, running to Jonathan’s house quickly after waving bye to his parents with a sigh.
As expected, his cell rung a few times and he answered it. “Hey, mother fuckers!” Craig grinned at the voice laughing on the opposite end.
“Hey, bitch! You here yet?”
“Just started heading, fuck you!” Craig laughed, slowing to a walk as he spotted Jonathan’s house in the distance.
“Hey, we picked up some Starbucks for you while we were waiting. Nogla and Lui are here, so is Evan and Marcel.”
“Where’s Scotty and Smitty?”
“Smitty is sick, that son of a bitch is lucky.” Jonathan giggled.
“Luke’s got an extra bedroom, right? Tyler and I wanna skip his family trip by the way and stay over there.”
“It’s already booked, my man! Evan and Marcel are planning to stay over. I mean, I can probably move them into my room and have Scotty and Lui stay with Luke.”
A protest was heard on the other line before Craig sighed, “Let’s figure this out when I get inside.”
Before Jonathan could respond, Craig knocked. The man chuckled and fled downstairs, the gaggle of idiots following him closely. The door swung open and Craig was greeted with a group hug.
A certain man lingered however, after the group had fled back upstairs, Tyler kept him close and snuggled into his neck, “Hey man.”
“Heh, hey Ty, what’s up?”
“Dunno. But you’re really fucking warm and cozy, dude.”
Craig giggled again, “Thanks, my hoodie is so fucking fluffy and amazing.”
“Hey, it’s my hoodie!”
Craig stiffled his laughter at the annoyed but fond expression on Tyler’s face, “Hell yeah it is.”
“You two lovers comin’ up here to discuss plans or what?!”
“Sure sure, you psychotic prick!” Craig called, kissing Tyler’s cheek affectionately before running upstairs.