tell it anyway

anonymous asked:

can you make a tutorial on how you make gifs?

why yes anon i think i will!!!

 now before you decided to read-on just know that i do not do the classic screencap way and you need to have videos of whatever you are giffing already downloaded. 

so read on if you wanna see how i make gifs like this: 

Keep reading

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Azura: So?! We need to go now Fin!
Riley: Ra Ra, calm down. We don’t even-
Azura: I don’t care! It’s our niece- *directs attention towards Finley* Your child!
Finley  *Finley sighs and then continues* : It’s not that simple Zuri. Nicky? Would you handle it?
Nicole: I….yes Fin. I can.
Finley  *Finley nods: Okay, Zuri and Ri, can you two check it out?
Azura: Next week, I can’t until next week. 
Finley: That’s fine. It’ll give us time to prepare. 

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me, does a tag when i get tagged.  me, doesn’t post for another 7 smth hours….

i was tagged by the wonderful renee aka @honeyjihoons to do the lockscreen/homescreen/last song/last selfie tag ^^ idk who has and who hasn’t done stuff like this + who’s comfortable with selfies so if you want to consider yourself tagged !! (also please don’t reblog bc i’m still v *sana voice* shy shy shy)

DAY 3 (Y/N) POV

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The room smelled like new equipment and desperation. Everyone in the room trying to grasp at dreams through twisted words and heavy bass. It surrounded you, the passion of the aspiring artists ripping its way around the room till all you could see was red, the color of anger, sadness, and joy smashed together as one. For the first time since arriving at this school, you felt alive, free. The class had been instructed to individually create a rap a minute long and perform it to the rest of the class. This task was proving itself to be more difficult than expected, the sound of pencils scribbling and people rapping, distracting your mind from the inspiration it so desperately needed. You had never been the best at creating your own songs, most of the time you just sang along to other’s songs, their lyrics leaving you feeling content. Looking around the room, you see others writing their stories in a language foreign to you. It was a shame you couldn’t understand what those around you were expressing, but the emotions that flashed across their faces was enough for you. Your eyes continue to travel across the room, soon landing on a familiar face in the class. Even from the other side of the room you could feel the self confidence radiating off of her, her slanted eyes staring back at you, amused. Your toes curled in your shoes, a new sensation running up from your toes to your chest. And it was then, that your inspiration hit you, like a block of bricks.

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

I think the most iconic thing about Wonder Woman is that she never has to prove herself as a woman, only as a warrior. Like this is a movie set during a point in time where (most, if not all) women couldn’t even vote and yet whenever she’s fighting there are no comments on her gender. She doesn’t have to seduce men and they don’t underestimate her-they just see her as something to shoot at. The fact that she’s a better fighter than Chris Pine doesn’t emasculate him like it would in any other movie, it’s a logical fact. Wonder Woman (2017) worked because it wasn’t trying so goddamn hard to convince you that a girl was worthy of fighting with the guys-it took that as fact and worked from there. And as a result, Diana got to experience such a complex and moving character evolution-optimism, doubt, a crisis of morality, and the development of a new, evolved worldview-that is incredibly rare if not unheard of in any movie with a female protagonist, let alone one in an action movie. Wonder Woman is this iconic feminist figure but the movie wasn’t selling store brand pseudo empowering “girl power,” it was a hero’s journey, a film about loss and doubt and growth whose hero just happened to be female, and as a result it was one of the most complex, resonant arguments for female personhood that I’ve ever seen on screen.

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s3 was an experience

  • Yuuri: Did you tell anybody we’re engaged?
  • Victor: Yes, Yuuri, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we’re engaged.
  • Yuuri: Okay, no need to be sarcastic.
  • Victor: No, seriously, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we’re engaged.
good types of Girls™

- girls in sundresses and wide brim hats
- girls in flannels and combat boots
- girls in sweaters with messy buns
- girls in crop tops and shorts
- girls in elegant dresses and heels
- girls in sweatpants and large shirts
- girls in workout gear
- girls in pyjamas
- g irls
[this includes trans/nb girls! | terfs don’t interact]

vimeo

after a stupid long time, i’m finally able to post my rmit grad film, for fear of little men! this thing represents 8 months of delirious work surviving off pizza shapes and academic fear alongside my friends, please enjoy

#potterweekprompts2017, day 7: yer a wizard, harry

(on twitter)

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“A little bit of squishy never hurt nobody.” – Probably Baekhyun.

Baeksoo for @baeksupreme 

@thebootydiaries I did lil’ drawing of you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

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My friend @missyzero and I were talking about what Shadow’s damage might be in Sonic Forces and she was like “watch it be a Shadow bot and real Shadow was washing his bike somewhere.”

For some reason I thought that was funny and decided to draw it!