Dsmp Service Dog Au

Haha just realized I never posted this so here is a list on every ones disabilities.

-Ranboo: Slight panic disorder, allergen detection

-Tubbo: Mobility Assistance

-Tommy: PTSD/Panic Disorder, slight separation anxiety

-Wilbur: Low Blood Pressure, Panic Disorder

-Dream: Type One Diabetes, Depression

-George: Hearing Impairment

-Sapnap: Epileptic

-Bad: Depression, Panic Disorder, Social Anxiety

-Karl: Multiple Sclerosis

-Eret: Slight Panic Disorder, Vertigo

-Niki: P.O.T.S, Chronic Migraines

we so won in this QNA harukawa and asagiri did

now people can't say chuuya is dumb and has anger issues, I got heavy straightfoward evidence now

What did you wish for?

you've got mail(box)! 💌🐺

caterpillar? more like cu. more like cunty. cuntypil. um.

cozy cow comforts ... 🧸💕

well HELLO

Bro did NOT like being blinded by a flashbang

I just posted old art but tbh…. considering the dogs I drew a while back…

I need to make em coordinate more… give em some extra polish…

a second sam & max favorite moments and quotes compilation of all the stuff i forgot to include the first time

*posts and crawls back in hell*

Latest Hoshikawa art is giving me two men in one trench coat doing crime vibes

just read a book that is not good enough to be named here that mentioned the author's husband taking her on a hike that he didn't warn her was four hours & her having to add snacks to their bag last-second & then the husband started getting annoyed when she was slow. truly many hiking problems are communication problems. or being an asshole problems

icb i hadnt draw heterochromia!chuuya before???

a couple of Scribbles for the darling lad

this shot is one of my favorites in the whole movie and I'm so sorry but I'm gonna tell you why in so many words below the cut

now I could very well be mistaken, it's been a couple weeks since my last rewatch. but I'm pretty certain this is the only shot in the whole film that shows only Benson in the car. every other shot has Randy in frame too, sometimes in the background, sometimes even eclipsing Benson. but we never get the sense that Benson is alone in the car, because he's not.

he's not here either. but it sure looks like he is. sure feels like it, with the empty bench behind him and the vast nothing whipping by outside the car. sure feels like it because Benson's not in the car with Randy anymore. for the rest of the movie, from this point on, Benson is stuck in the memories of his trauma and slipping in and out of the present moment.

this is right after Benson tells Randy if he brings up Sheppard again, he'll kill him, and that's the only time I think Randy was ever in actual danger from Benson. credit to Randy: even after watching Benson beat a man to death with his bare hands and the butt of his gun, Randy's brave enough to ask who that man was. I think Randy realizes right then, based on Benson's response, that he doesn't know him like he thought he did after their afternoon of trauma bonding. I think it snaps him right back to the start of the day when Benson was unpredictable and volatile, except now, he really is. Benson's been giving him a play-by-play of his thought process all day, manic as it may be, but that's over now. Benson severs that connection without explanation. Randy's cut off and cut out of the shot.

so we get Benson, alone. alone in the car, alone with his thoughts. the camera angle tilts. the car seems heavier on the driver's side. the blood is drying on his knuckles. we're off-balance, we're teetering. we're clawing to stay level-headed and on track. the shot no longer frames the car. it frames the road, not the road before us, but the road looming behind us. the shot looks backwards. Benson's looking backwards.

we're still moving forward, though...right? we've gotta be. but there's an awful lot of emphasis on the physical past. on what we've left behind and bleeding back there. and haven't we been on this road before? weren't we just here? are we going in circles? are we going in circles? haven't we already crossed this bridge and buried this body and left it all in the dust? if we didn't before, we sure have now.

so then why are we running? what are we running from? what if we can't get away from it?

what if, all along, we've been driving straight for it instead? and what's behind us, in the past, in the parking lot, is catching up fast?

is he alive?

how is this going to end?