my first gif ever!!!


Lea DeLaria || Network Q: Out Across America, Episode 27 (1994)

[[Image description: Gifset of Lea DeLaria in an interview. “As a feminist, when someone tells me “What you said was sexist”, I wanna say: Look. As a woman, I am not allowed to express my sexuality. So when I express my sexuality, I am making a feminist statement. And especially as a lesbian! ‘Cause lesb- you know, I’m just not supposed to do it. So when I do it, it is different. Period.”]]



Here’s a very smol piece of the Hunter x Hunter animation that I’ve been working on! Sorry if it’s really super pixely, I’ve been working on a small canvas so it looks kinda grainy on a portable device. On a computer it looks decent though. I plan on resizing it so it doesn’t look grainy like that but I’ll do that when I’m actually done with it lol

To say it had been a long day didn’t even cut it. It was nearing 3 am and Harry was just getting back to his room. He threw himself down on the ottoman in the middle of the room and sighed. Harry loved his job, he really did. He got to travel from place to place, do what he was passionate about, and see his fans. And if he was being honest he would much rather be busy then bored.

But sometimes it was just too much. Too much flying from place to place. Too many days of continuous work from sun up till way past sun down. He especially hated that work took away time from other important things. Like sleep, and family and friends. Or more importantly it took time away from you.

God did he miss you. It was driving him insane. He missed your soft sweet silvery voice, your radiant eyes that he always got lost in, your soft lips as they pressed on his. He missed the way you clung onto him like a koala when he’d get back home and the way you two slept intertwined at night. God he just missed you. Everything about you and everything that came with you two being together.

Harry honestly couldn’t remember the last time he heard your voice. Between flights, work and timezones interfering, calls were rare. You were his girlfriend for fucks sake and he couldn’t even remember the last time you two had a conversation that was more than small talk. Or that wasn’t over text. With how busy he’d been lately your relationship consisted of lots of missed phone calls, longing for one another and I miss yous.

He knew you were getting tired of it. He could see, well hear, how much it was taking a toll on you. It was present in the last voicemail you left him before you went to bed tonight. He could hear your voice break mid word followed by your silent sobs that you were trying to hide. It broke his heart, completely shattered it, to hear you like that.

And if he was honest he was worried you would eventually decide the pain and missing him wasn’t worth it anymore. That would be it, you’d be gone, and he honestly wouldn’t be able to blame you. He didn’t want that, he couldn’t handle that, thinking of you leaving made it hard to breathe. He laid there trying to calm himself back down, exhaling shaky breaths and wiping at his eyes.

When he finally had calmed himself down, and was near drifting off to sleep an idea sparked in his mind. He jumped up, reached for his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. “Hey Jeff, I know it’s late but uhm I’ve got nothing really on my schedule for the next few days right? … Perfect! Then can you book me a flight back to London? I’m going to see my girl”