fox run

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I’m usually extremely against process posts, but I have been working on this animation ever since Undertale was released and I’m near the end of this short film. Everything from the background art to character animation was all done by me, myself, and I. It has been the most draining animation I’ve ever done and quite frankly I don’t want to work on a fan created piece for a long time. Needless to say though, this has been very satisfying to complete. I plan on posting the final product on Undertales birthday.

favorite albums of 2017 so far:

1. Father John Misty - Pure Comedy

2. Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up

3. Feist - Pleasure

4. Dirty Projectors - Dirty Projectors

5. Roger Waters - Is This the Life We Really Want?

6. Spoon - Hot Thoughts

7. The xx - I See You

8. Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.

9. Sampha - Process

10. Max Richter - Three Worlds

11. Run the Jewels - Run the Jewels 3

12. Bonobo - Migration

13. Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked at Me

14. Gorillaz - Humanz

15. alt-J - RELAXER

16. King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard - Murder of the Universe

17. The Mountain Goats - Goths

18. Mac DeMarco - This Old Dog

19. Slowdive - Slowdive

20. Forest Swords - Compassion

21. Algiers - The Underside of Power

22. Ryuichi Sakamoto - async

23. Arca - Arca

24. Bleachers - Gone Now

25. Drake - More Life

Feel free to fight me on this, but 20 bucks says the next time someone roughs Neil up on the court, the first person to knock that son of a bitch out is gonna be ya boi Matt Boyd, Neil Josten Protection Squad Chairman and President.

A patronus, Harry tells Hermione, is acing a test and the warmth of a butterbeer between your hands. It is your friends holding you when you fall, and Ron’s sparkling eyes when you whisper hi. And there’s an otter, swimming, and Hermione is blushing.

A patronus, Harry tells Ron, is Ginny’s shaky smile lighting up the world at the end of second year. It is winning the Quidditch World Cup, unwrapping yet another knitted jumper, and your startled surprise at the sight of Hermione punching Draco in the face. And there’s a dog, chasing the otter, and Ron is laughing.

A patronus, Harry tells Luna, is the feeling of starlight on your skin and grass between your bare toes. It is snow melting through your fingers, the magic your mother used to make, something singing in your heart when you stare at the impossible. And there’s a hare, jumping, and Luna is shining.

A patronus, Harry tells Cho, is Marietta shouting the lyrics of her favourite song, dancing in the rain during a storm. It is the look on Cedric’s face when he saw you at the Yule Ball, his hand holding yours and never letting go. And there’s a swan, sliding, and Cho is crying.

A patronus, Harry tells Seamus, is Dean’s funny expression when he is about to burst into laughter and the sound of a explosion that turns out right. It is the fireworks, bright flowers blossoming in the night sky; and the fire burning in your lungs as you fly. And there’s a fox, running, and Seamus is smirking.

A patronus, Harry tells Ginny, is the world expanding underneath you and the wind playing with your hair. It is dancing and laughing until there are tears on your cheeks, Molly’s disapproving voice and Arthur’s amused eyes after one of the twins’ pranks. And there’s a horse, flying, and Ginny is grinning.

A patronus, Harry thinks, is that weird feeling that lives in his chest when the Room of Requirement glows silver, speaking of times when the world was golden.

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.

Mary Oliver, “How I Go to the Woods”

The signs as stop-motion movies

Aries: Coraline

Taurus: Chicken Run

Gemini: Fantastic Mr. Fox

Cancer: The Nightmare Before Christmas

Leo: The Boxtrolls

Virgo: Jason and the Argonauts

Libra: Frankenweenie

Scorpio: ParaNorman

Sagittarius: Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town

Capricorn: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Aquarius: Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Pisces: Corpse Bride

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stay classy, fangmeyer 

We Are Right Now

Peter Quill x Reader: fluffy smut. 

Peter’s feelings for you are outed out by Mantis. 

“You feel…love.”

Peter stumbled over his words, “Yeah. I guess, yeah. I feel a general unselfish love for-”

“No!” Mantis interrupted. “Sexual love.”

“No. No. I don’t!” Peter shook his head at the woman.

“For her!” she pointed in Gamora’s direction, to which Drax bursted into a loud rough laugh. You stood behind Gamora trying to stifle a laugh, because Peter’s face was fucking priceless. Also laughing to hide the sinking feeling in your heart, because of course Peter wanted Gamora; she was pretty hot. And you? You were just some Terran chick who knew her way around the galaxy; Rocket had been an old pal and asked you to come along with them for a while. And yeah, you weren’t blind. Peter was attractive; he was charismatic, funny, and most importantly, he had the right dance moves. So you weren’t surprised that he wanted Gamora, not one bit.

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