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AU Anakin finds the clones a year early

I just have this very vivid image in mind of Anakin just. Bringing ALL the problems to Obi-Wan like a big present.

Headcanon that McGonagall is offended on a personal level that Umbridge loves cats. 

This literally got 600 more notes just while I was at dinner what the fuck

How has nobody thought about this before tbh

Ok but imagine McGonagall in cat form prowling around the castle, in strategically chosen places so that Umbridge will come across her. 

Umbridge takes the cat back to her office and feeds it a little saucer of milk. The cat starts coming back to Umbridge’s office around the same time every night, until eventually Umbridge gets into a little routine of setting out a saucer of milk for the cat before bed.  McGonagall now has all the best secrets on Umbridge, all of the results of the evaluations, and most importantly, is in a perfect position to spy on the ministry for the Order of the Phoenix. 

All because Umbridge is obsessed with cats.

The mental image McGonagall lapping up that milk while full of burning hatred for Umbridge amuses me in ways I can hardly describe.

Exactly how i feel

Wholesome

I have become obsessed with long term nuclear waste disposal warnings

LOOK AT THE HOSTILE ARCHITECTURE PROPOSED TO WARN FUTURE CIVILIZATIONS I’M GOING TO CRY

Like this is the closest thing we’re ever gonna have to old gods I’m really losing my mind

@jonathan-sins​ EXACTLY… THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT BABY

“we sure are a species huh”

this fails to include all of the UN’s proposed companion text, which reads:

“This place is a message… and part of a system of messages …pay attention to it!

Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.

This place is not a place of honor … no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here… nothing valued is here.

What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.

The danger is in a particular location… it increases towards a center… the center of danger is here… of a particular size and shape, and below us.

The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.

The danger is to the body, and it can kill.

The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.

The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.”

which gives a nice drizzle of cosmic-dread inspiring je-ne-sais-quoi to te whole thing imo

Please I’m begging you, please watch Klaus on Netflix, just for the sole animation and the tens of facial expressions per second that are all hand drawn

WAIT

HAND DRAWN

IT’S FREAKING HAND DRAWN

STORAGE BETTER MAKE SPACE I AM COMING FOR YOU

HOLD UP I THOUGHT THIS MOVIE WAS STYLIZED CGI LIKE THE SPIDERVERSE MOVIE??? WTF HOW IN THE HELL IS ALL THAT HAND DRAWN YOU’RE SHITTING ME hold up lemme google this shit -

H. Holy fuck. These people are absolutely insane. How on earth did they even -

Y’all might find this interesting.

Hey, that’s my video! Yay! Anything I can do to help people appreciate this masterpiece of new technology and 2D art style! :)

Klaus is great! It’s funny and beautifully animated and has such a well-designed cast of characters. I highly recommend it to anybody looking for something to watch.

Hey guys it gets even better!!

For a long time 2d animation hasnt been able to improve like how cgi always does, its one of the reasons that theres less of it now. One of the ways to improve 2d is too add shadow and depth but that requires drawing it on every frame and thats a shit ton of money amd time.

The team of Klaus set out to solve this problem. They made very cool programs that determine the idea of the form based on line art and one to add shadows where the amimators do a few hand done ones and the program dos the rest using those as a guide, only needing tweaks after.

Its a cost effective way to improve 2d animation and could possibly mean the return of it by usuing this technology.

I don’t think people understand how FAR 2D animation has come in recent years, because we never see it showcased in feature films anymore.

We have programs that can take vector AND raster lines, from two separate frames, and then auto in-between them.

We have programs that can simulate the look of additional hand drawn frames to make frame holds look more alive and authentic.

We have programs that simulate brush strokes and paint effects that can be manipulated and enhanced in real time.

We have programs that allow you to paint directly onto 3D objects, adjust them frame by frame, and simulate the look of 2D animation.

We’ve even got programs that can take an art style and apply it to an animation using algorithms and deep learning techniques.

Like… the tech is THERE. It EXISTS. All we need are companies to have faith in the products and people willing to tell good stories.

There is a lot of exciting stuff happening in 2D animation, not just technologically but artistically and narratively as well.  It’s just not coming from the big American mainstream Hollywood studios. In an increasingly interconnected world, though, it’s easier than ever to find it.  Catsuka is a good place to start.

I kinda wanna figure out a fic concept where Geralt stays in Cintra after the banquet and is the worst/best pseudo-uncle ever to bb!Ciri while trying not to either end up Calanthe’s pet witcher or get thrown out of the kingdom and possibly making awkward not-quite-friends with Pavetta and Duny. I have no idea what I’d do with it but the temptation remains.

Also, somewhere: Jaskier.

Whoops it became threesomes sorry not sorry.

Also  while  Gman  is doing this super uncomfortable weird uncle thing. The court is /convinced/ to the marrow that some mix of the three of them are fucking.

Like. You don’t help a dude win a princess without being emotionally invested, and knights gotta do what’s knights gotta do if there’s no ladies amirite? Plus the whole law of surprise bit was a bit much for a “friend”.

That particular rumor never fucking dies damnit, plus once the court sees Geralt in clean clothes and having had a bath, eaten on the regular etc, the ones that would have been let’s be honest monster fuckers had they lived post internet are.

Let’s say persistent. About finding out what’s in his pants.

Gman, not being stupid enough to have “friends” with husbands/etc who could kill him legally declines as politely as possible. He tries really hard not to use the word fuck and goes and hides near Ciri please god don’t let them try that near her baby ears please gods.

This happens to put him in “loyal knight protecting his lady” range of Pavetta.

A lot.

Apparently quietly snarking your way though a feast is Queen Calanthe’s favorite way to deal with how boring they are, add that to Geralt’s deadpan delivery and ability to smell that yes, lady so and so is fucking with that young knight he can smell it from here.

He’s very regularly making the entire high table laugh. The queen seems to like him for gods sakes.

He’s also the only one dumb enough to try and make sure Pavetta can control her crazy powers. It ends up sending him across the training yards and then getting back up, the crazy bastard even seems to like it! Her husband is joining them!

Thus Duny has publicly made a point that he 1) trusts Geralt and Pavetta alone (Geralt - “what the fuck.”) 2) helps with the training while flirting with his wife. So the flame hasn’t died just yet.

I don’t know how to get from here to “yes they fuck for real no one believes them because that rumor has been around as long as Duny.”

It’s Pavetta’s idea because Geralt is a sucker for ladies in charge and we know literally nothing about her so I get to make her who I want.  

I also want Geralt really freaking out post they’ve fucked when Pavetta tells them she’s pregnant. Not in the it’s my kid way in the “holy shit I don’t think I can handle you being in that much pain also childbirth could kill you” way. Duny talks him out of just leaving for the winter/season she’s due and also freaks out at him for thinking that was a good idea.

They stop being fuck buddies and start being in as official a relationship as possible.

But I really, really want the law of surprise to kick in. Pavetta’s second child is pale as milk from the ends of their hair to the ends of their toes, with bright brown almost gold eyes.

The rumor mill freaks out and blows a cog and they really don’t care. They never get on that boat, that kingdom never attacks and you know the rest.

You know what? I admit it. I still think elves should have sharp predator teeth. I wrote a long post about this back in 2015 writing out why I think it would be cool and fitting and all but now I'm older and dumber and shall only say that I think it would be sexy as FUCK

Think about it:

Finrod slaying that werewolf, his teeth proving just as deadly as the wolf's.

The Kinslayings, but this time with Teeth.

Celegorm and Ambarussa going at long hunting trips, carrying no weapons but the ones they were born with.

Gimli seeing Legolas bring down an orc, for the first time not with his trusted bow or blade but with his hands and teeth, seeing that bloodied mouth turn into a proud smile as he turns to him and happily announces that this brings his count to forty-three.

We’re indoctrinated from childhood with the idea that staying home sick is somehow suspect or lazy, and that morally superior people never have their productivity schedule compromised lol, when the reality is that going out in public when you’re sick is a terrible thing to do to immune-compromised and chronically ill people (and “healthy” people) and staying home is a good thing and a right we should all have, not only for our own sakes but for others’

I’m over here dying to have a wife and straight men are still making “marriage ruined my life” jokes. Like? Buddy? First of all that’s never been funny. Second, if you don’t want your wife I’ll take her

​if ppl joke about marriage ruining whatever… bro, you shouldn’t have gotten married and your wife deserves more.

I find myself having to ask this question constantly but as a straight dude am I allowed to reblog this because I relate so hard

Absolutely! I wrote this from a lesbian perspective but I think it’s great that there’s straight guys who can relate. Cherishing your partner should be a universal thing

corporate marketing exec: so, what are the kids into these days, eating tide pods? frogs? me, scrolling frantically through the data: ma'am, apparently it’s “loving and cherishing your life partner of any gender”

sorry for acknowledging harry potter on main but one thing about the books that haunts me to this day is what happened to harry’s dragon miniature that he got in the triwizard tournament. the last time it’s mentioned he puts it down on his bedside and it curls up to sleep and then we never hear about it again. what happened to the dragon. nobody let jkr see this because i don’t want her to pull something out of her rancid ass but i need to know what happened to that dragon.

I like to think it woke up and scurried away before Harry woke up, so the next morning he was like ‘huh must’ve been an illusion or some shit that just faded out’ and of course there was so much shit going on that nobody asked about it, and he forgot entirely.

After that, the dragon becomes a permanent installment of Gryffindor tower, stealing loose coins and trinkets and shiny candy wrappers inside the bottom of a sofa or hole in the masonry. Nobody thinks anything of it, kids being kids and losing things all the time, but some kids waking up in the night from nightmares or homesickness or insomnia will sit by the ever-burning fireplace and see a little silhouette shifting comfortably in the flames. If there are significantly less mice around, nobody takes note of it.

I like to think the other triwizard competitors got to keep theirs, too.

Fleur took hers to the Madame to return it, but was told that it was an enchantment of no real consequence and could keep it if she liked, so long as it didn’t cause trouble or distract from her classes. It sits at present in a lavishly-furnished terrarium with a miniaturized forest, complete with a castle to guard, a village to plunder, and a constant supply of crickets. Someday her grandchildren will inherit the responsibility of seeing to it’s care, and the tank will take a prominent place of honor for generations.

Krum in a similar position found himself growing fond of his, and often (against house rules, one of the few he can be tempted to break) smuggles it around in his big furry coat. It likes to snuggle in the fluff of his inner breast pocket, and only if you are very careful will you see him sneak a little scrap of meat or jerky into it. For many years after, there is a rumor that he has a familiar on him at all times, even if it isn’t seen, and there is some speculation on what it could be. It will only be in his old age that the truth comes out: when his grandchildren let it slip that Grandpa has a dragon, and the old folks down at the bar laugh because of course he does, it all makes sense, they’d forgotten all about the little thing he’d got from that competition all those years ago. Krum sits in a comfortable chair by the fire, wrinkled hands stroking delicate scales draped over his lap, and when his time comes to pass there is no trace of the little thing to be found: only his body laying in bed, peaceful as can be, and a puff of silver dust on the blanket above his heart.

After Cedric’s funeral, life is grey. Mr. Diggory, still quaking in his heart and teetering on grief and denial and pain but knowing he must collect his son’s things, gathers up all his strength and makes the trip up the castle. The Hufflepuff dorm is exactly the same as he remembers from his youth, right down to the smell of dandelion tea and warm sunlight, messy beds and half-scribbled homework left scattered about, but it’s different, now. Smaller. Less wondrous, less hopeful.

He sets about packing Cedric’s belongings (Cedric, his son, his baby boy, his wonderful, beautiful baby boy, gone) with a strange detachment. He won’t remember a second of it, later- the mechanical folding of shirts and binning of trash (not much, he’d always been such a tidy boy)- but he seems to wake from the fog when he grabs the small box hidden under the bed and feels the faintest wiggle.

Of course, he thinks when he opens it, when he sees what’s inside, snuggled up in a nest of thick socks torn to puffs of wool. Of course, he thinks, remembering his boy (much smaller, so much smaller) begging for a puppy, a cat, his first owl. (So lonely, being an only child). Of course, of course, how could he possibly be surprised? (His boy, his good boy, with such a heart in him).

Perhaps he smiles, then. Perhaps, because he can’t quite tell through the tears. Perhaps something fluttery and dead and broken feels the tiniest bit lighter on the journey home, too- which is strange, with the extra weight cradled gently in his arms.

things ive gathered about the danny phantom fandom

okay jesus here we go

thank u for ur time

Phantom planet isn’t canon, fuck you.

Writing does not have to be realistic 

Writing does not have to be realistic 

Writing does not have to be realistic 

Oh my god, I’ve seen this so much recently and it’s killing me. Posts that talk about how extreme shows of emotion don’t happen constantly, how fight scenes should never take more than a minute, how nobody notices the exact color of someone’s eyes the first time they meet. And yes, while true irl, you don’t have to write “realistically” if you don’t want to. Not only is expecting this form of realism stifling to a lot of writing styles and genres, but, um, hello we are making art, people! Art! Where exaggeration and aesthetic are at their best and often greatly add to whatever you’re creating. 

You want your characters to throw themselves to the ground and sob? To leap and clap their hands from joy and excitement? Do it!!!! Fight scenes that take pages and involve the most ridiculous, outlandish weapons, and have the characters twirl and spin and leap and call out witty banter? Fucking go for it, my guy! You want your character to observe “the gorgeous, ever changing, shifting green hues” of their love interest’s eyes the first time they meet? Hell yeah, baby! 

Look, all I’m saying, is that if realism takes away from your writing, if it feels confining and suffocating, then don’t do it! Nothing has to be realistic if you don’t want it to be. Again, we’re talking about art here. Go all out! Be ridiculous and outlandish! Don’t let other’s demand for realism destroy the story you’ve crafted

This. 

Look, it’s fun sometimes to take apart the tropes and “mythbuster” your way through them, but that is itself a form of entertainment. It’s not meant to be instructive about how to create art. 

For god’s sake, the reason we tell stories is so we can engage the imagination. It’s so we can fantasize and romanticize and theorize and wonder for a little while just what it would be like if the world worked a certain way. 

What’s on the page doesn’t have to be realistic.

The emotion behind it DOES.

I don’t see that breathless description of a very ordinary bodily feature and go “nobody does that.” If it’s done right, what I really get is that lightning-struck moment of Why You Want This One.

Twirling and clapping hands and sobbing aren’t outward. They’re indications of how you feel inside.

Maybe that battle didn’t last for hours. Maybe it just FELT like it did, and we’re seeing the internal fatigue of it.

If the emotion inside is sincere, what’s on the page is irrelevant. I didn’t come here for high literature. I came here to FEEL.

Also if being more accurate-to-life is what you enjoy writing, that’s okay! If you look up things like how long fights usually last, or try to figure out how likely it is that someone would notice or remember the eye color of someone they just met, and incorporate that into your writing because you want to? Fuckin go for it! Have a blast, go wild, write on you funky lil realism lover!

But don’t feel like it’s required to be a good writer because it absolutely is not. It’s about whether it feels reasonable, in the context of the story you’re telling.

“No, [the Millennium Falcon] is off-limits.  I am aware of your hatred for Organa.  She is irrelevant to me.  You may kill her if you can.  But another individual often flies aboard that ship.  If he were to die, the consequences would be… significant.” WHAT A GUT PUNCH THIS MOMENT WAS. Vader’s obsession with his son is in full force, you can’t touch that ship because Luke often flies on it and I will not let my child be blown up by the likes of you.  But do whatever you want with Leia Organa, if you can kill her. ANAKIN BEING SO CASUALLY DISMISSIVE OF LEIA IN DIRECT CONTRAST TO HOW OBSESSIVE HE IS OVER LUKE, DESPITE THAT SHE’S HIS CHILD AS WELL, IS JUST A SUCKER PUNCH RIGHT TO THE FEELINGS. I hope Anakin looks back on this one day and is horrified to realize just how easily she could have been killed (aside from that Leia Organa is really fucking hard to kill, she’s no one’s fool) from moments like this, where he was completely indifferent to her presence, he sensed nothing of her even when they were practically in the same room or on the same battlefield, partly because he didn’t know, but partly because he was so tunnel-visioned and so angry about what had been “stolen” from him, he didn’t see any of this clearly THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE A RAGING WALKING NIGHTMARE WHO MURDERS JUST ABOUT EVERYONE, ANAKIN.  YOU ALMOST FUCKING KILL THE OTHER ONE WHO IS ALSO YOUR DAUGHTER.

*Whistles innocently*

I don’t think The Good Place gets enough credit for the diversity of its cast. The main romantic lead is a black man from Senegal who is allowed to be as nerdy as he wants. In fact, his nerdiness is the saving grace of the main character. The character that is often considered to be the pinnacle of beauty on the show is a woman of Indian descent who is not super light skinned. Another character is a Filipino man who, while incredibly stupid, can be incredibly perceptive and offers loving emotional advice and is described as incredibly sexually-desirable. The all-knowing judge on the show, considered to be the most powerful character as of the season three finale, is a black woman. The main character is canonically sexually attracted to both men and women and (while it hasn’t been canonically confirmed yet) is probably at the very least bisexual, if not pansexual. She also regularly talks about how she loved to sleep around and is never slut-shamed for either her sexuality or her fondness for sex. And that’s just in the core cast. There’s also a black female neuroscientist who gets several episode long arcs in both season 3 and (about to be) season 4. Not to mention the supporting cast and guest characters feature several people of color, while the main villains are mostly old, white men.

And all of these characters are actual characters! Even the small parts where a side character may only be in an episode or two results in really developed and fleshed out characterizations. Also, the characterizations don’t fall into the trap of stereotypes to make them more likeable!!

But while all of this diversity is amazing, the show also manages to make it feel organic. There’s no tokenism or show-boating. It’s never a “look, the main love interest is a black man!!!!! We’re so woke!!!!!!!”. It’s genuine diversity built from a place of love and understanding and idk, I just think that the show deserves a lot of credit for taking such an amazing concept and using it to build such a diverse world with such in depth characters. It’s a nice change.

Not to mention it’s a philosophical masterpiece that’s obviously written by philosophy and ethics enthusiasts, and has some deep philosophy jokes that you’ll only get after studying philosophy… which you’ll probably want to do after watching The Good Place.

And all of this stuff is mainly discussed by the aforementioned POC in the show.

There’s a female lead, sure, but instead of being the often annoying “white savior” the show flips that trope around (or throws it out I can’t decide which is more apt) and makes her into the audience surrogate. She’s the “white student” if you will, who is learning how to be a better person from a black man.

Go watch The Good Place dammit. It’s great, AND it’s a philosophical masterpiece.

There are some very self-aware moments about their casting policies, but instead of being preachy, they’re hilarious.  Like this one: