I moved Phasma into the original container I had planned on using, just a cheap plastic container from Walmart that I modded air holes in the sides and lid with my trusty soldering iron and sterilized thoroughly before using, and now it’s got more/better cork bark (and even a tunnel one to hide in) along with eco earth/organic soil as substrate with some springtails to keep everything clean. If you look closely you can see it/its “whips” in a few of the photos!
You know whats one thing that is absolutely fucking horrible about mp100? The fact that its given me such fucking high standards for other animated shows.
Like, i cant even sit down and watch some other cartoon/anime without picking apart every little aspect of the animation quality. I cant help but feel disappointed when i realize that no, this show isnt going to have amazing multi media that doesnt feel out of place or forced. No, this show isnt going to have great camera angles that capture every aspect of the scene perfectly. No, this isnt going to be animated so fluidly and near faultlessly.
Seriously, am i just watching all the shows with bad animation? Or is mp100 as out of the ball park as i feel that it is? Because from now on i know for a fact that, no matter what im watching, i’ll ask myself ‘is this animation as beautiful as mob psycho 100?’
The day i can, in all complete honesty, answer that question with 'yes’, will be the day that my soul ascends to the heavenly plains.
it’s funny to me every time got7 gets jealous and tells us not to look at, be fans of, or generally breathe in another boy group’s direction… as if i don’t already have tattooed on my ass, “this belongs to got7″ 🌚
or, even’s birthday, as told through a fuzzed, 8 am snippet.
even bech naesheim was not a fanciful boy; well, man, formalities included.
holidays bored him more than they should
it wasn’t necessarily his fault, though
years accustomed to wine drunken, mouth curdled would you rather’s and sonja’s seemingly unlimited supply of recorded hell’s kitchen re-runs, the boy had something akin to a routine
and so, much to his disgruntled chagrin, it was an oddity to be awake with isak at 8 am on a sunday, cooking breakfast simultaneously
see, it wasn’t exactly unheard of for isak to cook
he just rather despised it, and thus left it up to even
nonetheless, he got to work whipping the eggs and setting aside the dough for cinnamon rolls; courtesy of his lover’s endearing whining
isak looked so cute like this, all sleep-fussed, a boy constructed altar of babysoft february
electric thrummed through even’s veins, made a home in the hollow of his ribcage spelling love, love, love
isak mouthed along to tlc’s no scrub as it played, and even found himself reminded of sonja’s spice girls seemingly endless spice girls cd’s
it was enough to put a smile, hesitant and soft on his face, because, whilst he would never love his ex-girlfriend romantically, he would always cherish her endless companionship
‘’c’mere,’’ even mouthed, sweet like saccharine, beckoning his boyfriend in for a kiss
and oh, even would never get tired of isak’s mouth, soft and wet and so impeccably him; enough to send the blond possibly reeling, hues fluttering shut as he savored that taste, like lavender and chamomile
the bacon sizzled quite angrily within its confinements, and isak let out a squeak that sent his elder’s heart pounding, ribcage like a mantra
as they dished up, they talked; talked about everything and nothing and how they slept and even wanted to do today
‘’just wanna stay in with you. can we do that?’’
isak, bless his heart, giggled a breathy sort of giggle, smiling soft and sweet like scorched winter and yes, if they did end up missing any sort of activity the shorter had planned regardless, it was no thanks to even’s desire to kiss that pouty mouth bruised
all even wanted wanted for his birthday was his boy, to which he was starting to realize, and the fire in his lungs so tender had everything and nothing to do with it