It’s A Joke So Please Don’t Take It Too Serious, But It Was Funny To Make Ngl

oughh the new hfjone short was so good. parker's story is so sad and you can tell he's mentally fucked up not to mention that their FRIENDS think he's responsible for her disappearance and unless the police actually puts together a case of all the victims he'll never know peace or have proof of his innocence. there's no proof of what happened & he blames himself. and charlotte is never going to come back, she's never going to be okay again and will never have the chance to apologize :( also fuck that one asshole cop. How is he even employed (ACAB but still he's a fucking pyschopath)

Cease Fire.

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eltingpril day 17- how the club would draw themselves

my sister, molu, isn't on here, but her account on twitter just got banned by elon because apparently she's under 13. she's 17 years old 😭 i'm gonna post some of her stuff here because it's super awesome and you should see it!!!

her new acc: https://x.com/m0lumania?t=zNNgZhBeS1u6QbMfuxnElA&s=09

『Pencil and Bracelety』

【I used a BFDI ship generator, and the ship name is Pencelety】

《I could actually see this happening》

bad shakespeare aesthetics: macbeth

some storyboarding techniques as a sequel to my storyboarding basics presentation. I focus specifically on tips for action and conversation scenes!

as always, these are general tips and tricks, but rules can always be broken. happy boarding! ✍️✨

more doodles! ( Double tap for better quality :) )

(reblogs appreciated)

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

I made some Astro art for my cousin as part of an art trade!! Headcanon design credits go to them <3