now and then*

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Karamel in 2x16 vs. 2x17

Aka, let’s talk about how much I love this parallel already.

craftyhendrix  asked:

The "And Now A Word From Us Kids" equivalent bumper that impacted me when it was Marc Brown talking about the production of the show, how he painted the background with watercolors and how they animated it. It was my first introduction to how these shows were even made, and since then I've loved animation and the work behind it. I had known that I loved cartoons, but I think that segment really solidified that fascination for me.

oh wow, that sounds like a really awesome segment! i’m so glad to hear it fostered a love of animation in you like that :>

i haven’t seen that’un myself but i’m gonna poke through the episodes i have and see if i can find it. having marc brown walk you through the animation process sounds so cool :0 

anonymous asked:

pls more romantic soft macdennis i love the Funny Bad Men i need more

  • mac takes dennis to the rainbow for dennis’s 40th birthday, and even though they’re probably the oldest couple there, for once dennis doesn’t care, lost in the pulsing music, flashing lights, and mac’s all-consuming warmth. it’s one of his best birthdays.
  • mac has tried to show dennis how to properly peel apples on multiple occasions. each time, he starts by giving dennis what he thinks is the best demonstration possible - he’s pressed against the other man’s back, arms reaching around him so he can gently grasp dennis’s wrists as he guides him through each step. it always ends the same way: dennis tossing aside the fruit and backing mac into the nearest available surface.
  • dennis would do virtually anything for mac if the request is followed by “den”
  • mac wears his glasses around the apartment more often, ever since noticing the way dennis fixates on him when he does, mouth hanging slightly agape and a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
  • when it’s just the two of them left alone to close up paddy’s for the night, one of them (it’s almost always dennis) puts a song on the jukebox (”you’re the inspiration” is a favorite of both of theirs), and they sway gently to the beat, with no one there to interrupt them when they inevitably come together, joining hands and lips.
We cannot solely rely on ‘luck’ to bring good fortune in our lives. As amazing as it may be, it is actually our actions that are the providers of happiness, tranquility and longevity. ‘Luck’ is never guaranteed, however, the efforts that we make and intentions that we have, are.
we’re... popular?

Don’t look now, but KakaSaku has quietly become the 5th most popular English language ship tag on AO3:

More popular than even canon ships like Shika//Tema! And since it’s not a canon ship, it’s rare for it to be a side pairing. Almost all of the tagged KakaSaku is KakaSaku-centric.

Originally posted by gabb-yeet

Not bad for a former rare pair eh? THE LITTLE SHIP THAT COULD.

So hey, @mossandmushroom ? I was cleaning out my mail the other day and I found an ancient ask prompt about a post-Underworld conversation. I haven’t written any fic since I think November, I’m rusty, this is only 500 words long and pretty raw, but here you go. :)


Emma traced the line of the dagger on Killian’s forearm, the curled letters of Milah’s name. “You want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t ask what she meant. The street light cast a steady glow across the bedroom floor. Rain pattered on the window as the promised storm made its approach, and a draft moved the curtains. They would have to fix that before winter, Emma thought.

“Been a while since we got back.” Weeks now of normal skies, and not the threatening red of the Underworld – for values of normal that include dirigibles and the occasional dragon, anyway. Weeks of holding each other when they could, too many days spent with Emma’s secret nibbling at her peace.

“True.”

She curled her fingers around his wrist and pulled his arm closer around her, his chest pressed against her back. Things were better now, since the truth was out. Whatever came next, they were together.

“There’s little gain in pondering it.”

“I don’t know, you might feel better.”

A minute passed before Killian’s sigh stirred the hair on the back of her neck. The house creaked as if in answer. She had gotten used to its noises in the sleepless, haunted nights before he died.

“I would have liked to see her. I don’t know what I would have said, after this long. Nothing she didn’t always know, most likely.”

“You’ve never talked about her much.” Another pause followed. She wanted to turn around, to see the thoughts move across his face, but she didn’t move, just listened to his steady quiet breath.

“She wanted new things, always. New lands, new stars, new songs in her ears and her lips. I cannot imagine how it must have been, to wait in that same shadow of a town for centuries. And now….”

Emma squeezed his arm again. “I don’t think we can believe much that Hades said. Things had already changed there, before you left, with the river. She’ll find her way onward.” And if not, Emma thought, when we return, whenever that is – we’ll make it happen. The Oracle’s words returned to her, like a particularly tiresome song on the radio, told her that it might not be a long wait. “I really liked her. For whatever that’s worth, I mean. I’m glad I got to meet her.”

“And I, however ill the circumstances.” He withdrew his arm from her grasp, moved her hair, and kissed the back of her neck. “I love you, Emma.”

“Mm.” She smiled at both his words and that he seemed to think she needed to hear them just then. “I love you.” She fumbled around and dragged the comforter up. “Should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day.” Magic scissors, honestly, what’s next? Hairpins, maybe. We already did hats. She fell asleep still smiling.