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faunandfloraas · 3 months

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Honestly I think a lot of people who have never made a gif for tumblr don't get that it does actually take time and effort, its not just rip it from a video and post it- you have to download the video, in my case I have a video player installed that grabs continuous caps, figure out what parts you need, you have to open those in photoshop or gimp, depending on where you got photoshop you might be paying for it every month and then on top of that is actually sizing, cropping, colouring, sharpening, adding text, etc. etc. like it is something that takes time and effort for which the only real reward is creating something that makes you happy and hopefully people reblog it with a nice or funny tag, so maybe keep that in mind the next time you think gif makers are being mean or unfair for being upset about reposts. It is its own little artform that is fairly unique to this website, and that's a big aspect of why I have always loved tumblr, if all the gifmakers stopped posting things would be a lot more boring around here.

#like its well known reposting art or fic is rude so idk why gifs are free game #and why people are always so ~its just a gif~ okay well if its *just* a gif then you go and make one to that quality #oh wait you cant bc it actually does take time and practice #ive been at this for years and i still dont know all the tips and tricks #also the reason i mention all the software needed is bc like. you have to find install learn and it takes up space on the drive #so just reblog stuff and appreciate people that make fun content

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franeridart · 10 months

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The Housecat Philosophy - Ep 18

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#the housecat philosophy #original art #artists on tumblr #original comic #my sketches #oh ive been waiting to post this strip #why? actually absolutely no reason i just like it #im satisfied with it #the girls are in it #what more do we even need

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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hey remember that caramel-carmel Fake Script i was writing? yeah it's technically not done but i'm tired of tinkering with it so here it is! we'll just say it's a uhhhh uncovered partial script or somethin

this is not in any way official! it's a 100% unaffiliated fanwork & i am Just Fucking Around for Funsies

BARNABY: oh, I love carmul!

FRANK: [long, disgusted pause] …what?

BARNABY: Carmul! You know, those tasty little treats you’re holdin’!

FRANK: You mean caramel?

BARNABY: That’s what I said.

FRANK: [scoffs] No, you didn’t. You said carmul.

BARNABY: We’re sayin’ the same thing here.

FRANK: We absolutely are not!

JULIE: [giggles] You really aren’t.

BARNABY: Carmul, caramel, tomato, tomahto! What does it matter!

FRANK: [flustered, stammering] It - it matters! Julie, you agree with me, don’t you?

JULIE: Well… I don’t know, Frank! I think both are fun!

FRANK: You’re both wrong, then! Wally, you agree with me, don’t you?

WALLY: [hesitant] …I say carmul.

FRANK: No! Not you too! How could you poison him like this, Barnaby?

BARNABY: Don’t look at me! I’m innocent, honest!

FRANK: Ha! So you admit that carmul is the wrong pronunciation!

BARNABY: [groans] ah, geez… throw a dog a bone!

FRANK: I’d be delighted to if you’d just-

[distant yelp as Eddie trips off-screen]

FRANK: Eddie! Thank goodness, finally someone who can put an end to this debate!

EDDIE: [nervous laugh] Oh no, what did I stumble into this time?

BARNABY: Hold on a tic, Frank. Hey Ed, take this. What do you call that tasty treat?

EDDIE: [with a tinge of fear] A… caramel?

FRANK: [triumphant] a-HA!

SALLY: [approaching] Did someone mention carmul?

FRANK: AGH!

BARNABY: [delighted] Perfect timing, Sally!

SALLY: What, for a delicious morsel? Hand it over, thank you!

FRANK: You’re all wrong, and I’ll prove it! We’re going to go around the neighborhood and - wait. [under his breath] One two three four - [returns to normal volume] we’re taking this to Poppy’s!

BARNABY: Then Home, then Howdy, yeah yeah - might as well ask the daisies, too.

JULIE: Oooh, and the butterflies!

SALLY: While we’re at it, we should phone everyone in the book, just to get the widest audience input.

FRANK: [unamused] You all think you’re so funny.

EDDIE: Well, you gotta admit it’s… it’s…

[brief, tense pause. Eddie clears his throat]

EDDIE: It’s perfectly sensible!

[Frank makes an affronted noise]

FRANK: Poppy will see sense.

POPPY: I’d be delighted to have a cah-mehl, but I’m afraid it-

FRANK: [aghast, truly astonished] You’re joking. You have to be joking. CAH-MEHL? Does no one in this town have sense?! Besides Eddie, of course. And Julie - on a technicality.

EDDIE: [oddly pleased] Why thank you.

POPPY: My goodness, did- did I say it wrong?

BARNABY: [gleeful] Not in the least, Pops!

SALLY: As far as I’m concerned, you added an extra layer of… pizazz to the word. In fact, I may adjust my own pronunciation accordingly!

POPPY: [flustered] Oh, well, I didn’t - don’t change on my account -

SALLY: Take the compliment, Poppy.

POPPY: [meekly] Thank you.

[Sally wanders from the group, practicing the slightly adjusted pronunciation]

WALLY: I’m not sure I understand. What’s wrong with carmul or… care… mul… carmel…

POPPY: Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll get a migraine.

FRANK: What’s wrong is that it’s ENTIRELY incorrect! It! Is! Pronounced! Caramel!

JULIE: Aww, Frank, I’m sure Home and Howdy will agree with us! Team Caramel, WOOO!

BARNABY: [barely restrained disbelief] Boy, won’t they!

POPPY: I’m not sure what the fuss is about… there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

[Frank makes a high pitched, frustrated noise and stomps off. He can be heard calling Home’s name in the background]

JULIE: Oop, there he goes!

POPPY: Oh - oh dear. I didn’t mean to rile him up.

BARNABY: Don’t twist your beak about it - Frank’s just bein’ Frank. Now if you’ll excuse us, I wanna see how it goes with Home.

WALLY: [quietly, thoughtful] But Home doesn’t talk like us…

POPPY: If you’re sure… Do let me know how it goes.

SALLY: [swaying back to the group] I’ll phone you post-haste! Or even better, I can come by for one of your delicious muffins and regale you with the whole escapade, in detail.

POPPY: [audibly pleased] That sounds - well that sounds like a wonderful idea! I have some fresh from this morning-

BARNABY: Sounds great! See you around, Poppy.

FRANK: Home, I have an important question to ask you. Is the correct pronunciation for this candy ‘carmul’, or ‘caramel’? One creak for caramel, two for the incorrect carmul.

BARNABY: Talk about a bias…

[Home stays silent. Sally yawns.]

FRANK: One creak for caramel, two-

[Home slowly shuts their curtains]

FRANK: Hmph! The nerve… well, I suppose a house that can’t speak shouldn’t have a say, anyway.

WALLY: Home can speak. He just does it differently.

BARNABY: And I’m pretty sure they just agreed with me, Walls, an’ Sally.

JULIE: They did not!

BARNABY: Looked like it to me!

SALLY: I have to agree with Julie. Home just declared itself a neutral party, and so the vote can’t be counted either way. On to Howardson!

JULIE: Yes! Howdy! Our last hope!

FRANK: He may have terrible taste in company, but he’s a sensible businessman. Poppy and Home have let me-

JULIE: Us!

FRANK: -us down, but surely Howdy will back us up.

BARNABY: [faux-serious tone, knows something they don’t] Absolutely. Without a doubt.

[store bell chimes]

HOWDY: Howdy-do - [brief pause, a tinge of surprise] everyone! My my, what brings the entire neighborhood to my bountiful bodega? Finally decided to clean me out for good?

BARNABY: [snorts] With how fast you restock? I think I’d break my funnybone!

FRANK: We have important business.

HOWDY: [mildly curious] Do we? That’s news to me! But I’m letting you know now that I don’t deal in bugs, Frankly. It’d be hypocritical.

FRANK: Believe me, I wish I were here to talk insects. Unfortunately, I need to settle a score. Mr. Dear, if you would?

EDDIE: If I would what?

SALLY: [stage-whisper] Barnabello gave you the, ah, parcel earlier?

EDDIE: The…? Oh! Oh, right - I have it right here, just… give me a second… which pocket…? There we go.

[sound of a small, hard candy placed on the countertop]

HOWDY: A carmul all for me? You shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have. I’m on the clock.

BARNABY: [loud bark of laughter] I knew I could count on you, pal! So what’s the tally, Frankie?

[Frank mutters something inaudible]

BARNABY: What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!

FRANK: [explosive] You’re all wrong! The correct pronunciation is caramel, CARAMEL! You’re all - you’re all just - heathens! Heathens, I say! I’m taking my company elsewhere!

EDDIE: Mr. Frankly…

JULIE: [overlapping, following] Aw, c’mon Frank!

[the door jingles. Julie and Frank’s hushed arguing in the doorway underlies the dialogue]

HOWDY: It sounds like I missed quite the context! Mind filling me in?

BARNABY: That was pretty much it; a real potato potahto argument.

HOWDY: If you say so, Barn. Speaking of potahtos-

[the background argument abruptly cuts off, the door jingles again as it's closed]

FRANK: [rapidly rejoining the group] Hold it! You don’t really say potahto, do you?

BARNABY: [under breath] Here we go again…

SALLY: [deeply amused] Where on Earth did you pick up such a butchered pronunciation? I must have missed the sign on my tour down from the heavens.

EDDIE: [baffled, underlying the dialogue] I’ve never heard anyone say it that way.

JULIE: Oh! Is it a joke? Like, Barnaby says potato-potahto, and then you jokingly say potahto to make us laugh?

HOWDY: It’s not a joke. That’s how it’s said.

FRANK: [genuinely disturbed] No - no one says that. It’s potato.

HOWDY: Well I say potahto, thank you very much! And if you ever want one from my store again, you’d do well to accept that.

[Various grumbles of reluctant acceptance]

HOWDY: Good. Now, can I get any of you a refreshing drink after such a squall? You must be parched!

WALLY: I wouldn’t mind a glass of mulk.

[Horrified silence. A pin drop would be deafening]

[Sudden uproarious and overlapping argument]

#consider this a low budget dollar store fanfic #didnt want to write an actual fic so Just The Dialogue Works Fine #anyway ive never tried to write a script-adjacent Anything so have mercy on me #i dont know what im doing ever! im having fun anyways!#and for the record! im team carmul #well all pronunciations are valid in my book but i say carmul #always have always will dont know why dont know how #my parents tried to make me say it 'caramel' growing up and uhhh No <3 #its fuckin carmul to me. To Me.#i dont say potahto tho. who the fuck does that who isnt a 50s mob boss in jersey #if a 50s mob boss in jersey is reading this: you'll never catch me alive #absolutely unprompted #welcome home #hmmm i should have a writing tag at this point #yk what ill just reuse - wait no i cant reuse the one from my dc sideblog #oh fuck it we'll stay on theme #snippets from the bog #yeah this little writing thing has been in my docs for like.#checking my nonexistent watch here. mmmmmmdont know. a while #and im slightly terrified to post!#its one thing posting art - posting any sort of writing is like breaking your ribs open with a crab cracker #and saying Hi! Have A Taste! I Hope My Viscera Isn't Completely Disgusting!#my god i hope they're at least acceptably in character. im trying im trying #i hope this gives someone a laugh!#or at least a hearty Chortle #or... blowing air through your nose in amusement. yes

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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welcome back to self-loathing hours with anna. turns out getting a job is really difficult. and turns out even though at this point i'm willing to sell my soul to the corporations just for the minimum wage, none of them want me anyway. so what was i saying? oh yes, self indulgent comfort with the terrible twins. not sure when these are set, other than pre-canon. they get it, you're all stuck working for The Man, but if they could they'd keep you at home all day as their good little house-spouse 💗 bold is asl, as always. WARNING for spicy implications (nothing explicit). GN!reader.

bo x reader

"No, that's okay. I understand. Well, thank you for the opportunity."

You sigh as you hang up the phone. Another job rejection.

You check the time. Just gone noon. Bo should be going on his lunch break soon.

Pulling on your sweater, you decide to wait outside for Bo to get home. The road leading up to the sugar mill ran right past the Sinclair house, and you had a perfect view from the front porch.

A trickle of workers start coming back into town and soon enough you see Bo round the corner, along with a few of his work friends.

He smiles when he sees you, breaking away from his friends and walking up the short path to the house. When he reaches you, stood on the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist. With a kiss to your temple he says, "Afternoon darlin'."

"Afternoon," you mumble, squeezing him in a hug. "How's work today?"

He frowns down at you, "It's goin' fine. What's wrong with you, baby?"

You sigh again; it leaves you as a shuddering breath. "I didn't get the job," you whisper.

"Aw, darl', I'm sorry," Bo says, pulling away and throwing an arm over your shoulders as he guides you back into the house. "They'll be other jobs."

"I know," you follow his lead. "I know, but... nothing has worked out yet. I don't have enough experience for anything."

"Baby, you're sharp as a whip. Something will come along," he holds you by the shoulders, looking at you pointedly.

You try, "Yeah, but..."

"But, nothing, y'hear me?" Bo's eyes are intense, a fire burning being his baby blues that you weren't about to start playing with.

"Yes, Bo."

"Y'know, if anything come up at the mill -- up in the office -- you'll be the first to know. I promise." He presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, sending you off with a playful pat on your ass.

You nod over your shoulder at him. You know Bo would keep you at home all day if he could. He wants to provide for you, and all he'd ask in return is a hot meal and a clean house. For you to wait for him to come home every day and let him love on you.

But real life doesn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

Bo watches you go into the kitchen as he makes himself at home on the couch. He hears your movements as you get lunch ready, the rustle of the bread bag and the gentle clatter of plates on the counter. When you reappear, with two plates of sandwiches in hand, he smiles at you. God, you're too good for him, he thinks.

He gestures for you to put the plates down on the coffee table. You do so, and then he takes your hand, pulling you over to straddle his lap.

Resting his work-rough hands on your hips, Bo leans in to kiss you. His lips are chapped, but you kiss them when he pulls back to say, coyly, "I got a whole half hour before I have to go back to work, y'know?" His hands leave your hips, finding themselves on your thighs instead, slowly sliding up, inch by inch.

"Oh yeah?" you cup his face in your hands, pulling him back to your lips.

"Oh yeah."

vincent x reader

Another rejection letter. You shove it back into it's envelope and abandon it on the side table and try to push the feeling of disappointment down in your chest.

Instead, you go to the kitchen and busy yourself making lunch for you and Vincent. He's been down in the workshop for hours, he'll be hungry.

Fifteen minutes later, you descend into the basement with a plate of sandwiches and the latest book you'd been reading. Vincent is still working when you arrive at the workshop, he barely notices you walk in.

Placing the plate down on the least cluttered workbench, you walk up behind Vince, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Afternoon."

He drops the tool he'd been using to clasp his warm, wax-flaked hand over yours on his stomach. He grunts softly in greeting.

"They turned down my work, said it wasn't what they were looking for," you mutter into his back.

You feel his shoulders drop, before he eases out of your grip and turns to face you. "My love," his fingers stroke from your cheek to your jawline.

Not meeting his eye, you try and sound nonchalant, "It's my own fault, I shouldn't have set my hopes so high."

"You don't need a job," he says, "You can just stay here all day, with me. I need a muse."

"You know I'd love nothing more than to do that," you sigh wistfully. Oh, what you'd do to stay with Vincent all day. "But we need the money."

"No, we don't. We are starving artists," Vince smiles, a look that almost seems pleading. And you believe him, absolutely. There's not a doubt in your mind that Vincent would be willing to suffer for you, for his own art. That he would rather go hungry than make you work a job you didn't want, or seek the approval of those he considered beneath the both of you in terms of talent.

But the real world didn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

"We can only starve for so long. And it's not fair on Bo." Bo's been taking even longer shifts at the mill.

"Never mind Bo, we --," Vincent starts, but you cut him off.

"I'm going to try and get a proper job, just until I start getting somewhere with my portfolio."

Vincent looks like he's about to interject, but he can see you look dejected enough without him trying to argue your new plan.

"Okay, my love. But only until you can get your work out there, where it belongs."

"Thank you," you whisper, pulling him towards you enough to press your forehead to his. "Are you ready for a break?"

Your hand trails from where it is twisted in the front of his apron to the waistband of his jeans.

He lets out a breathy laugh, nodding. His hands reach behind him to untie the apron strings as he walks you back towards the cot in the corner.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #having a moment.#wait when am i not having a moment actually?#oh to be the twins' little housewife #cook and clean and take care of them #and so much free time to read all the books ive been meaning too #and do all the writing i procrastinate over #but no instead i have to job hunt and be turned down because i have no experience and my degree is useless #godspeed to you all

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etchedstars · 7 months

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finally understanding why the person who cut my hair a month ago was like "are you sure you want to cut your hair ..."

#long hair me was actually such a slay tbh #ive been looking at old photos and i was like WAIT . that actually looks so good #oh well itll be back by next summer #the overdue asteroid strikes again

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katabay · 9 months

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When you say you have thoughts about the 2023 movie, are you talking about the one with Eva Green and François Civil? If so, I would loooove to hear those thoughts :0

that's the one! I fucking loved it. on a technical/artistic note, it's been a hot minute since I've seen a movie understand how to use a wide shot properly, and the way it uses the camera feels so genuinely enthusiastic about the story being told that every minute is a visual delight (my main critique is that I mostly wish that it was more colorful, but eh)

on a personal note, it gave me EVERYTHING. I'm going to be thinking about aramis kissing the crucifix during the torture scene for YEARS

#d'artagnan and constance are cute. athos is the most miserable man ive ever seen on screen. bisexual porthos added years to my life #francois civil as d'artagnan is soooooooooo endearing to me oh my god #milady was SO SO fun to me i love the confidence they had with her costuming a lot #the hats were delightful #the score was extremely enjoyable #i actually have about 20 minutes left of the film to watch its just been too hot to finish it and my laptop charger died and i was waiting #for a replacement to arrive RIP #i'll probably put together more in depth thoughts about it then and also when i watch it in french (ive been watching an HQ theater cam #w/ the italian dub lmao. i want to watch it in french before i start connecting dots etc.#unfortunately. a heatwave where i live. 90F+ temps and my beleaguered laptop do not go well together)#ask tag

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amiscreations · 10 months

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✨Happy 64th Birthday Joe Elliott!✨

I didn't manage to get my new painting done in time for today (tho stay tuned for that👀) so I decided to make a post with all of the Joe paintings I've done!

All the love in the world today to this amazing person! I feel so lucky to have been able to meet him not once, but TWICE, and also to be able to give him some of my artwork too💜 Def Leppard have really been there for me these past few years, knowing them has made me a better person, and I have made some of my closest friends through them. So thank you Joe, for fronting the band that means the word to me, for being probably the coolest guy I've met, and everything else in between! ✨

#now please stop getting older please and thank you x #I actually do have some more Joe paintings (which are on my insta) but for legal reasons we dont talk about them #(they're not good ok sssh)#but these are my best ones!#and are probably also some of the artworks I'm most proud of ever #uGH I JUST LOVE JOE SO MUCH I WISH HE WAS REAL #OH WAIT HE IS BC IVE MET HIM HAHAAAAA #I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JOE I MISS U #also yet I have been on an absolute emotional rollercoaster with my new Joe painting and I haven't even started painting it #but hopefully it will be done soon #Def Leppard #Joe Elliott #Art #watercolour painting #classic rock #classic rock art #rockstars #80s rock #80s metal

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