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This kitty is mastered in the art of Cat-Fu.

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“Oh, hey, Ted... do you have a minute?”

Ted the Animator: “…oh no.”

Carl the Animator: “What?”

Ted the Animator: “You’re being calm and polite. That’s never a good sign.”

Carl the Animator: “It’s no big deal, just a quick question. Remember last spring when you said I could direct the aesthetic of the next show ?”

Ted the Animator: “…no? Not at all?”

Carl the Animator: “It was a maybe-3-AM session… you were mumbling, face down, in a plate of pad thai….”

Ted the Animator: “Still no memory, but I do feel overtime should pay more if one wakes up after with noodles on their forehead.”

Carl the Animator: “True. Now, you know the stuff I’m best at, right?”

Ted the Animator: “Stealing my pens?”

Carl the Animator: “No, in animation, you dingus.”

Ted the Animator: “…bumping cels?”

Carl the Animator: “No! Exaggerated action! Smears! Tornado Discus Scooby!

Ted the Animator: “Ohhhhhhh! Actually, yeah, I can’t deny you’re good at ‘em, even though they come out terrifying half the time.”

Carl the Animator: “That’s no mistake. It’s just the way Shaggy would look if designed by Pablo Picasso. That’s vision, right there.”

Ted the Animator: “…I don’t like where this conversation is headed.”

Carl the Animator: “Look, this’ll be a show for little kids, right? Kids like wild, insane, over-the-top action.”

Ted the Animator: “…I think you’re thinking of BMX bikers, but I get the gist.”

Carl the Animator: “Wild bed-bouncing! Weird motion! Bodies moving all creepy and flowy like sock monkeys filled with jello!”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, what?

Carl the Animator: “We need smears. Lots of smears. Dozens, if not hundreds, all of the most exquisite nature!”

Ted the Animator: “…4-eyed-Scooby is gonna haunt my nightmares now.”

Carl the Animator: “Constant, madness! It’ll keep the little buggers engaged while mom goes to get a smoke.”

Ted the Animator: “These aren’t 1950s educational shorts, Carl.”

Carl the Animator: “More eyes! As many eyes as the frames can hold! A cornucopia of corneas!

Ted the Animator: “…um…”

Carl the Animator: “Stretchiness is key as well. The human spine should be a spring that puts Tigger to shame!”

Ted the Animator: “Well… that’s at least a little more normal in animation, ok.”

Carl the Animator: “Stretches that – when compressed horizontally – offer a mortifying vision of the denizens of The Abyss!

Ted the Animator: “…I stand corrected, and increasingly creeped out.”

Carl the Animator: “Surrealism! Every frame, a–…

…ok, I’m all out of monologue. Sanity is restored.”

Ted the Animator: “I don’t know whether to applaud or call a psychiatrist.”

Carl the Animator: “Well, on top of the obvious, wha’d’ya think?”

Ted the Animator: “I’m all for mixing things up, but… won’t it get old, having this much insanity in only one episode?”

Carl the Animator: “…who said anything about one episode? This plus waaaaay more is all gonna happen in the first 3 minutes of episode 1*

*no, seriously, it actually does

Ted the Animator: “…ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my.”

Carl the Animator: “Bask in the glory.”

Ted the Animator: “This is either going to be a masterpiece, a disaster, or a disasterpiece.”

Carl the Animator: “Get ready, fine art scene. A Pup Named Scooby-Doo is comin’ to town.”

The oddest moment ever in my French class: *Teacher* “Translate on paper what your father does as an occupation.” *me* “I don’t know the French word for ‘bipolar welder.’”   *girl holds her hand up* “What’s French for ‘being in prison’?” *other boy* “ I’ve never met my dad.”

That poor teacher. 

Owl post - Part 2

Part 1


Harry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, while looking at a dumbfounded Malfoy. Maybe he should have thought this whole thing through first. He apparated over here without even thinking of how he would explain to Malfoy what he’s doing here, how he even knows where Malfoy lives. There’s no way he can tell him he followed his owl one day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer. It’s a wonder Malfoy didn’t spot him on his broom that day.

“Potter,” Malfoy simply says.

“Um,” Harry begins, “you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”

The sound of Harry’s voice seems to shake Malfoy out of his trance. His whole body tenses and his eyes narrow.

“How did you find me?”

Harry smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, that’s a funny story, actually,” Harry laughs nervously. “Do you think I could tell you over a cup of tea?”

“This is just like you,” Malfoy growls, “inviting yourself in like that. Does it ever occur to you, oh mighty Saviour, that other people have lives of their own and don’t answer at your beck and call?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry snorts, “am I keeping you from staring at your wall all day?”

Harry inwardly flinches. He didn’t mean to say that. His mind just snapped. Like it used to, whenever Malfoy was around. Maybe he will have to change tactics and just try to be… charming? But how does one do that exactly?

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