#dhdh

[normalbrothers]

sometimes i want to add poetry or something to the gif sets but then i get too nitpicky if the poem doesn't really 100% fit like. the entire context of the show and then i'm like. no i can't do this it's a sham i can't lie on the internet

[dumbherodumberheroine]

Chapter 4 RD: Off-Target

[glacierruler]

I am gonna sue car seats for being so hard to draw. It should be illegal.

[swampvoid]

am I watching Cowboy Bebop in 2023?

yes.

[hummise]

idiots (text in alt)

[lukasadss]

Pierre Niney during Le Comte de Monte Cristo shooting

[smal5504]

HOW DID I MISS THIS IM GOINH TO EAT CHARCOAL

Chapter 3: Three Ringed Circus

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Translated version

Silence filled the air.

Everyone had already gone, practice ended about half an hour ago.

And yet I was still here, still putting the hoops away. Just like every other night here.

I still have to plan ahead for that inbetween act. I'm sure nine will be fine on the trapeze, I've seen him and he can recover amazingly quickly, but better safe than sorry. What if he sneezes too hard and actually ends up letting go or something? Or if one of the Threes fall straight into the crowd?

No, no, we can't have that. Everything has to be absolutely perfect.

I kept the hoops by my left side as I walked, holding them up under my arm. And I shifted one of them to my right side, and then pushed it, letting it roll across the decorated flooring.

It clattered to the ground and broke the silence, with its usual sort of rumble, getting faster and faster until it abruptly stopped and layed still. I hear a quieter swooshing sound coming from it, sort of like an echo.

I remember asking myself why some hula hoops were filled with water. When I found out they need to be weighted, I started asking myself why water and not some other substance like... I dunno, sand or... or vinegar or something?

Because it was convenient. And it was the option that worked the best.

I should know this stuff, shouldn't I?

Why am I even asking myself these questions, I sound like a loon.

"And... that should be the last of them" were the thoughtless words that came out my mouth under my breath. Said that as I set the hoops down on their designated spot on the floor, beside the mats.

I was close to turning away, and setting my first steps towards home, but something stopped me.

The lights.

They were still on. Forgot them again.

I huffed and was about to go back to backstage where I could turn them off.

But I didn't.

Why not..? I thought.

I carefully stepped under the gleaming spotlight, looking around for no particular reason. Right at the center, where the floor pattern starts, where the star of the show resides.

A place perfect for me.

And even though there were none, I felt that filling feeling anyway, it was exhilarating, validating.

All eyes were on me.

I grabbed the red balls off my chest and juggled. And kept juggling like there was nothing else there in the world.

Started out with a cascade as I do, watching the invisible crowd. Catching one of the balls with my left hand, it morphed into a Mangham's Mangle. I threw the balls in the air, once I snatched them back I went for a shower cascade, passing and tossing the balls about, I made it look like the easiest thing in the world.

Switch it to a three in one, first in my right hand, then quickly passing the balls one by one to my left, counting as I go. Then a triazzle, my favorite trick! With some quick throw and an underarm carry, the balls become vertices of triangles. I switch them, then cross my right hand under my left. Switch again, cross on the opposite side, the cycle repeats.

The kraken, the follow, Penman's box, the i̶̢̢̨̠̰̬̭͓̟̪̠͒̿n̵̖̦̘̼̎f̴̢̢̦̞̘̥̳̞͉̤̼̯̻͕̝́͆̂̈́̌̕̚͠͝͝í̴͖̩̳͕̖̻̓͑͐̓̈͝ṇ̸̺̘̱̩̝̯̖̦̺̼͂̀̿́̀͐͂́̀̋̐̾̚̕͠ͅi̸͍͎̥̰̲͈̺̠̬͔̟̜̦̜͊̀͐͊̈́̃̿̏̇̄̔̇̕̚̚ͅt̴̡̛̝̖̜̫͍͎͙̘̓̍͌̈́͐͜y̷̜̞̫̖͚̙̿̍́͜͝!

I toss the balls up in the air, aiming, and position myself. And with a "One, Two, Three!" they land on my chest.

I catch my breath for a second, the spotlight blinds me, but it's fleeting as I bow down.

"A-thank you, thank you everyone!" I exclaimed, once again, to no one in particular.

I imagined the invisible crowd cheering, the muted sound of their nonexistent glee, it filled heart and bounced off of the walls in my brain. I was glowing, basking under the spotlight. The best sound in the world.

But as I looked up at the empty seats, I sighed. Nothing beats the real deal and this just wasn't it. Everything's still muted. Not as real as it should be.

So I went to head home.

..?

Where's the main entrance?

There was supposed to be an opening here, but instead it's just.

Cuř̴̈́̈͂͑͘t̵̛̛̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̚̕ain.

I- okay, I'll get O̷̧̢̨̡̧̺̝̦͔͉͔̞̠͈͖͕̩̦̻̠̹̞̬͉͚͍̩̝̭̩͖͈̙̙͇͉̤̜͔̟̬̞͓͎͕̠̍͆̾̐̈̎́̉̏̈́̉̋̏͐̂̀͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅU̷̧̧̧̟̠̣̝̬͕͈͓̦̭̠̹͉̠͍̳͒̈́̌̎̓́̈́́͝͝ͅT̶̨̢̢̛̮̻̞̮͍̬̦͎̻̹̝̝̱͕̲͇̲̜͚͚̙̟̱͓͕̟̺̻̞̯̬̹͙̩̻̥̬̆̍̏̐͂͗̏̀̃̒́̃̾͆̒̓̈̇̌͐̆͗̀̐͒̈́̿̊̀̅̑̕̕͘͜͠͝͝ home using the backdoor.

w̶̡̡̛̝̖͓̼͙̹͇͕̗͈͇̞̮̹͚͎̭̝͙̲̙͔̲̹̺͌̍̇̌̍̍͑̓͋h̴̨̡̛̠̹̣͙̩͙̩̼͇̺͕͙̙̣̙̲̪̰͚͚̩̓͂͑̏̀̈͒͂̄̓̈́͐͛̉͑̄̀̈́́͒̀̾̕͘͘͝͠ͅȩ̸̢͔̬̰̟̳̬͕̪̥͙͔͔̻͈̻̺̪̥̻͕̃̆̓̈́̊͗͋̓͗͛̃̆̈́��̠̺̯͚̫͜ŗ̴̺̌̈́̈͂͑̔͗̿̇̀͑͘͘̕͠ë̷̛͇͈̙͉̺̑̊͆̈́̌͐̒͑̿̚͘͝ ̸̰̜͔̺̘̙̮̹̙̣͇͙̗̲͆̽̕i̶̢̺͓̼͙̘͎̥̯̥͓̞̲̱̣͚͕͔̙̭̫̯͎͖̜̝͐̓͆̎͜s̵̨͖̻̪̻̦͍͋̿͌̄̓̉͆̄͌̾̇̓̚͝ ̵̡̢̛̰̲̹̩͖͚͂̈́̾̂̊͗̈́͘ͅḯ̴̧̢̡̨̡͙̮̯̹̜͍͍̯̠̜̼̥͈̖̱̝̻͕̗̈́̕͜͝t̵̛̛̜͎͖̾̊̓̃̊̄̍̔̽̋̀̓̋̿͛̊͌̌̓̚̕.

I walk back out to the stage. The spotlight's still shining.

I go up to it.

I lƠ̵̡̥̥̆̇̈̇ok up.

And the light is shining on my face. I don't know how it was even possible. I don't know why.

But I could see it.

Flickering.

Like an afterimage burned into my retinas.

A̵̡̢̡̛͖̰̠͇̼͇̪͍͚̼̞̙̻̦͖̦̩͓͉̥̘̻̼̻̯͓͈̜̱̼͇͛̍̏͒͊͂̄̓̿̽̃̓̋́̿̒̋̃͊̋̈̇͋̑̈̚͘̚͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̸̧̨̡̻̻͍̦̲͍̦̙͕͓͈̪̫̦̤̭̹̞̬̖͎̠̯͖͈̹̬̝̞͚́̒́̈́̀̚͘̚͜͝l̶͔̻̞̐̀e̴̡̮̜̭͍̜͈̼͓̘͇̤͐̄̈́̽̆̅̃̇̄͑͊̓̊̑̈́́̾̀̌̓͛̐̐̋̈́̊̈́͆͌͑́͋̀͝͠͠m̶̂́̈́̚��̝͈̥̳̜̟̟͈͚͙̲̖̗̊̿̾̉͗͌͒̃͒̋͋͌́͘̚̚͠ņ̸̡̨̛̝͕̰͚͉̭̠̠͖̻̱̣̠͕̟̘̜̪̥͋̔̈́̓̇̈́̒̌̈́̉̍̆̐̈́̔̇̋́͑̈́͗̅͛͆͛͊̾́̃̕̚͘͘̚̕͠͝i̶̟̣̓́͝ͅş̷̰̹͈̫̍̒͊̂̐̉̾̌̉c̷̡̧̢͎̹̙͔̜̱͓͉͚̟̦̦̰̱̱͍͍̥͔̦̼̩͓̺̱̫̘̬̠̘͈̳̫̟̊͂̈̈̆͊̂̈́̄̏̐̕͠͝͝͝͝ą̵̨̡͉̣͉̤͙̙̺̮̹̩̱̫̘̗͓͎͉͈̮̝̱͖̪̥̘̣̹͖̔̈̌͒̈́͋́̏̽̓̀̿̌̓̀͘͠͝ͅt̵̡̻̞͈̔͂͋̐̅̓̈́̉̍͆̐͑̀͊̽̒̎́͂͑̈́͐̆̂̀̄̈̍͊̐͂̽̕͝͠ȩ̴̢̧̨̡͚͕̬̺̹͓̬̖̥̜̞͍̮͚͖̦̟̌̉̿̾̀̇͐̄͐͒͛̈́̊̋̈́̓̆̊̍͘͜͜ͅͅ.

[suzuberto-alt]

You got booped by Panini the wanderer frog

He likes you very much and wishes you good booping day

(or only day if you aren't into booping)

He also documented it on his little journal

Image ID

A photo of a green and white belly hand knitted frog wearing a lavender hat and yellow hoodie carrying a little crossbody bag and booping to the camera (frog + clothes are bought but handmade from local ladies, the bag is made by me)

The same frog as before but with an upper photo. He's holding a pencil on his left hand and a journal over his little legs that has a frog hand with "1 apr 2024" and "boop" written on the left page and a "today i booped strangers on tumblr ♡" with a little self portrait below on the right page. At his left side there is a pen holder with other pens and a calendar, and oh his right a plate with cookies and an empty mini cup, he already got his morning tea!

(frog + clothes are bought but handmade from local ladies, the bag + journal is made by me, the other thingies are from sylvanian families sets)

[atrxs]

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I overheard customers at work talking about the Mean Girls movie a while ago and got the BEST idea-

[normalbrothers]

prev that's why it's a neil jordan film

[dumbherodumberheroine]

Chapter 3 RD: Ravens and Writing Desks

Full chapter in google drive.

[crab-funk]

I drew Natalia Baez for my dear dear friend in a lil secret santa! She's so pretty dawg....

[pain-is-too-tired]

Will: *coming in* Uh-Lee,guess who's here.

Lee: Who-?

Will: your..husband?

Lee: I don't have a husband,call Argus.

Luke: *coming in behind Will* Your ex-husband.

Lee:...I'll call Argus.

[laserwings]

the war criminals Seawings

[a-special-ship-safe-space]

brb imma die of embarrassment

Bucky beaverrr! S/i for looney tunes!

He is daffy ducks adopted brother, and was made to ship with porky pig! (probably has a mentor figure as well) *cough cough bugs as well as daffy cough cough*

hes pretty open about things, sorta a trickster, (hes still getting used to tricking others like how daffy would) and is pretty introverted. He usually uses what daffy taught him if he wants to be alone.

quality is cruddy bc i cant post on my computer atm (where i draw most of the time)

uhhh yeah! ...

tagging @candyheartedchy since she made me realize this fhdhd