i really tried not to gif this

The only thing on my mind today was Andrew Minyard and his mocking salute.
It’s super shaky, messy, and rough and the quality sucks sooo bad (I’m sincerely sorry for that, I had insane trouble with the size and resizing, it’s super annoying plus tumblr loves to screw the quality) but anyway.
Now I really wanna animate a few scenes from the books (will only take a life time but whatevs, do I have something better to do with my life ? Yes definitely..but do I care? No.). Also, thank you for 200 followers and welcome to the fandom who ever just discovered it!!

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens




aaaaa ;;u;; This took forever+makes medibang and firealpaca crash so many times but it’s woRTH IT

this is based off a scene from @zombie-frisk ‘s Zombietale! Do support this blog! This is a really cool au!! \(.w.)/

Link to the comic page!

I will softly pull away
In this broken beautiful mess I’ve made
And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade
In this masterpiece I made

I’ll burn out and slip away
And this just a part I portray
You’re beautiful, can I hide in you and stay here?

Hush now they’ll hurt you till your heart melts
They know you’re lonely
And they will only break your heart
And this masterpiece will tear you apart

Tried to make a short animation (emphasis on tried) cause I really liked those lyrics and seems to match well with this side of the square. 

This is also a wink to another show I really like so if someone guesses which show, I will draw something for them. Whatever they want (except nsfw)


12x11 “Regarding Dean”
“My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom and Cas… Cas is my best friend…”

I’m sure this scene has been giffed and edited about a million times by now and really no one needs it another time on their dash, but I needed to express just how amazing Jensen’s acting here was, how you could see how the knowledge is slipping from Dean’s mind and how he desperately tries to grip it but the faster he holds on to it the more it slips away. It is actually a really sad metaphor for Dean’s entire life. ;____; How he tries to hold his family together, afraid of ending up alone and then gets to hear “everybody leaves you, Dean”. Here even Dean is leaving Dean kind of and it’s just…. ;______;

That said, I especially adored this scene, because it has been such a recurring stylstic device over the past seasons with Dean and the mirror shots. From “9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles” when he looks at himself in the mirror when he is locked up after he cuts Gadreel and tries to assess who he is and what is happening to him to 10x17 “Inside Man” where we see Dean wash his hands after being the pool shark at the bar and he catches himself flash black eyes for a second or the most memorable last mirror scene (these are really just a handful of incidents the mirror shots have been extensively used throughout the MoC arc) moment in 10x23 “Brother’s Keeper” when Dean desperately seems to wash his hands clean looks into the mirror and sees Cas and Rudy staring back at him confronting him with what he did and what he has become. This week’s mirror moment can be seen perfectly in line with all of these other instances of mirror shots exploring the issue of identity. Countless times we have seen Dean try and touch base and asess who he is by looking at himself in the mirror and often times not liking what/who look back at him. But at least before his reflection wasn’t a blank as it is now.

So when Dean is looking into the mirror and actually directly into the camera it reads like a cry for help, he’s trying to piece together who he is by looking at himself, but this person who is looking back can’t provide any stability, may well be a stranger and has just as little knowledge who the person is that is refelected in there. After all he cannot even remember his name. And names… names hold power. But Dean lost everything, his name, himself, his identity. And yes, that is scary as hell.


do you feel that too?

The troubles of miscommunication

Word Count: 5.3K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: Peter can’t talk to you without becoming a mess, and you are sure that it’s because he doesn’t like you near him.
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
A/N: Give me all the secret mutual pining because I live for this shit. Also, Ned is the bestest best friend ever.

“You should talk to her, that’s all I’m saying. I talk to her every day. She’s really cool, Peter.”

Ned has to have lost his freaking mind. Sure, you are approachable and have never flat out ignored anyone but his problem goes a little beyond that. He’s already tried to talk to you in the past– several times. And every single one he made a fool of himself. 

Who could forget the duck incident of last year? He couldn’t see you without blushing for weeks after that.

“That’s what I was thinking, ducks’ feathers are like–” Peter had stopped mid-sentence the moment you walked up to him and Ned, smiling widely. 

He adored your smile.

“Hey, Ned. Hey, Peter.” You’d said, and while Ned greeted you like a normal person, the only thing Peter managed to blurt out was–

“Duck.” You’d frowned but nevertheless ducked your head down, looking up to see why he could’ve told you to do that. He would’ve explained that he didn’t mean to say that were it not for the fact that his throat was completely dry and he’d forgotten all the words in the English language. Ned looked like he was suffering horribly from second-hand embarrassment, and Peter couldn’t blame him.

“What, why?” You asked, frowning deeper as you looked around.

“There was a bee. Huge one. Bzzzzzz and everything.” Ned said in a desperate attempt to save Peter, who only managed to nod as his face practically lit on fire. You didn’t look too convinced but nodded anyway, and Peter begged to whoever was listening for the floor to open and swallow him whole.

“Right…” You said, clearly uncertain. “Anyway… Ned, you forgot your notebook on your desk.” You handed it to him and he took it with a grateful smile. “Well, see you around.” You waved at them and walked away, and Peter could see Ned turning to him slowly with a disbelieving stare.

“What. The hell. Was that?” He asked in a whisper, looking as if he was feeling real, physical pain. “I have never felt so embarrassed for another human being before.”

“Excuse me, I need to go dig up my grave and bury myself.” Peter said, slamming his locker door and wishing more than anything else to have the power of going back in time. 

Sadly, he wasn’t that lucky.

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