#use your brains and don't be a dick! why is that so difficult to comprehend

[sheryl-lee]

"gifs = art" could you please elaborate on that besides the skill that goes into it?

🫥 i have no idea why people are looking to me to explain something that has been repeated by many gifmakers and content creators for *years* and should be common sense anyways but...

beyond the skill that goes into gifmaking (the time it takes, the practice required, etc.) the different colorings, typography, blending and other proccesses that some gifmakers use in their creations absolutely can and should be considered an artform. look no further than the gorgeous gifsets some of my very talented mutuals have made:

@yenvengerberg becca's colorful sets are art as far as i'm concerned! like just look at this. she transforms the media she gifs and makes it look completely unreal in terms of sheer beauty and creativity.

@sith-maul one of the best creators on this site. nik is just so so talented. everything she creates is so stunning; you can't look at a set like this, for example, and tell me that it isn't art.

@hoe-biwan again, everything that flo posts is beyond incredible. i don't even watch star wars and i still silently nod my head and gape in awe when one of her sw sets is on my dash. just scroll through the comic book-inspired sets flo's made!!! that's art <3

@buffysummers ok alexandra is such a talented creator and a HUGE inspiration for me when i started giffing years ago. her eye for coloring and scene picking is out of this world! this is a recent set of hers that i particularly adore.

these are just a few examples, but if you scroll through my own blog or the various edit tags for fandoms, you would see more of what i'm talking about. there are so many talented gifmakers and editors on this site who take time out of their busy lives to create for us, and it breaks my heart when their work is discredited or disregarded or underappreciated. for their work to be invalidated and not considered art when it very much is? not only is it rude, it further demotivates creators from contributing to the site and makes them feel like nothing they create is good enough - believe me, i know that feeling all too well.

i've made extremely detailed and color-specific sets before like these, and it took me 3-4 WEEKS. EACH. i'm not exaggerating in the slightest. and since posting them, they've already been reposted here on tumblr and on other sites like pinterest, twitter, instagram, etc. if you even have like a shred of empathy you can understand why that would anger and upset me.

i don't know why people assume that gifmakers copy and paste the same 5 settings on their gifs, export them, and call it a day - it's not that simple at all. so much more goes into making gifs, and the majority of people on this site continue to laugh in our faces, steal the edits we spent so much time and energy on, belittle our work and claim that it isn't art (and friendly reminder! we do this free of charge and ask for nothing in return beyond clicking the reblog button, and so many of you can't even do that much). i shouldn't have to sit here and validate any of that - the creations should speak for themselves. you consider fanvids, fanart and graphics "art" - so why not gifs, which make up the majority of the edits on this site and, in theory, help foster/sustain discussion and fandom?

reposters all run up and down claiming that gifmaking "isn't that difficult" with zero experience... yet if they tried it themselves, they would know that's so far from the truth. and they DO know that deep down, or they wouldn't steal our gifs from us in the first place if gifs were that easy to make 💀

[haitaniplug]

OBLIVIOUSNESS PT 2

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: you and ran both like each other, but are so oblivious to each others feelings.

genre: best friends → lovers , childhood friends , angst, smut , fluff

cw: fem!reader, intimacy, jealousy, mutual pining , secret crush , slow burn, romance

part one part 3

the next day, you invite ran over to your house so he can help you study for your exam. he's sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his knees up, whilst you are on your bed, laying down as you face him.

"try that flashcard," you slightly bent your body over the bed frame and pointed your index finger to the orange flashcard on the floor. ran leans forward and picks it up, clearing his throat before reading the question, "how do plants get their nitrogen fro-"

"from the air right?" you cut him off and he looks at you, nodding. "um, let me think, just give me a moment..." you hum allowing your brain to focus, "something about a triple bond.... does that count?"

ran shakes his head, "answer the full thing otherwise I won't reward it to ya."

"ran, cmon!" you groan whilst he shook his head, tutting rhetorically, "nah, answer it."

"give me a hint at least."

ran drops his eyes to the flashcard before moving them back up to you. "you were right about the triple bond. something about energy too-"

"oh! plants do not get their nitrogen from the air because nitrogren atoms have a triple bond which is very strong and hard to break, takes lots of energy to break those bonds which makes it difficult for plants to split the nitrogen molecules in order to get raw atoms it can use."

ran looks at you in disbelief, relief flowing through him that he dropped outta school because his mind couldn't comprehend all this useless knowledge.

"i hate science so much, when will i ever use the knowledge of plant molecules and shit in real life," you scowl as you spoke, hopping off your bed and moving on the floor where ran was. you lean forward to grab all the loose flashcards that were splayed all over the floor.

you also noticed how silent ran was being and how this isn't usually like him. "why are you so quie-" the words died in your throat when you saw where his eyeline was at. you look down, seeing your cleavage on display as you leaned forward to grab the flashcards.

"you're such a perv," you grab onto his face, squishing his cheeks in the process and moved it to the side so he was staring at the wall. "what?" ran smiles , "they just happened to be in my line of vision,"

"yeah and my fist is going to be in your line of vision too if you do that again," you say while frowning, acting annoyed even though your body was tingly at the thought of ran staring at you in that way.

"won't happen again," he says in a sing song tone which from the numerous amounts of times you'd heard that tone in the past before, you knew he was lying, "im serious ran. how would you feel if i looked at your dick all the time."

"well-" he was about to speak till you cut him off, "actually don't answer that." you knew his answer was going to be perverted the second you saw that grin on his face. "you need to leave, i need to study now."

"what? i can't stay and watch you study?" ran pushes his back off the wall so you were both sitting facing each other.

"won't you be bored though?" you ask and he shrugs. to be frank, he would never be bored in your presence.

"i like your company," he admits and you feel heat crawling up your cheeks. "o-oh okay." you mentally slap yourself from getting flustered so easily, he didn't even say anything worth getting you acting this way. ran haitani's charm is something you'll never get used to even though you've known him for years on end.

you stand up, dusting your clothes before sitting on your desk, grabbing your notebooks and starting to write away. meanwhile ran just watches you from the other end of the room.

he thinks you look stunning, and all you're doing is studying. he doesn't know what's up with him recently. first jerking off to your voice at 3am, now watching you while you study.

am i being a creep? ran thinks, shuddering at the thought of him becoming some perverted weirdo. he just needs to be so close to you at all times, touching you even in a non sexual way. just like a hand on your shoulder, or your waist, or your ass-

"could you pass me the yellow highlighter?" your voice cuts him out of his thoughts and he's glad you did. the last thing he wants is to get a boner in your room with you inside. humilation at its finest.

"um, sure." ran reaches over to your pencil cases that dropped on the floor when you were on your bed. he grabs the yellow highlighter and tosses it to where you're at. your eyes were still fixated on your notebook since you half expected him to stand up and hand the highlighter to you like a normal person.

so you could only imagine the sudden shock when the highlighter hits you right in the face, "ran what the fuck!?" you bring your hand up to cradle your eye and ran stands up, "oh shit, i didnt-" he stops himself while laughing.

"it's not funny! my eye hurts." you plant your heels on the floor and scoot your chair away from your desk. "ow, ow ow," you stand up and all traces of laughter fade away from ran's face, "yo, are you good?" he stands up and rushes towards you so quickly.

"it hurts ran," you say as you cover your eye. ran stands infront of you, grabbing your chin to lift your face up to his. "remove your hand," he speaks and his tone is stern. you keep your hand on there, disobeying him.

he grabs your hand and gently lifts it off your face, eyes scanning over your face to assess the damage done. you could almost laugh at how serious his face looks right now. in fact, you did. snickering before grabbing your stomach with both arms, "i can't believe you fell for that!"

ran clenches his jaw and it makes you laugh even harder. "you do care for me," you fake pouted as you continued to laugh. "i'll shove that highlighter down your throat," ran finally speaks and you laugh even louder.

he gets sick and tired of you laughing at his expense and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "ran? what are yo-"

before you could even finish, he tosses you onto your bed, covering your entire body with the covers, "keep laughing while you suffocate."

you managed to squirm your way out from his grip, the covers falling onto the floor. "you're just a sore loser ran."

he rolls his eyes, "don't even do that to me again."

"do what?"

"i really thought i hurt you man, it was scary," he admits and your eyes widen "ran- i know you'd never hurt me." you sit up and crawl towards him, resting your head on his lap. you shift on your side so you were facing upwards.

ran's hand comes down and rests in your hair as he looked down at you. "i'd never hurt you. but i'd hurt anyone that hurts you ok?"

you nod, taking his hand in your hair and placing it on your cheek and you nuzzle it, “i’ll hurt anyone that hurts you too ran.”

you say and at this moment, ran’s never felt softer in his life. just looking at your sweet innocent face turned something in him. the feeling resonating deep down inside his chest to protect you. never let anybody hurt you. never let anybody touch you.

this is the moment ran haitani declares you’re his. you belong to him. once he gathers the courage to ask you out.

so you could imagine his shock when he sees you a week later, hand in hand with a boy as he kisses the top of your head before entering the building.

ran’s face twitched as he saw the look in your eyes as you watched him disappear into the building. you sighed dreamily before spotting ran across the street and waving to him.

ran simply lifts his hand to send a wave back. you look both sides before crossing the road, panting by the time you reach ran. “how long you been standing there?” you ask, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“not long,” he says, “who was that?” he gestures with his chin over to where you were standing not to long ago. “that’s my boyfriend. he sent me a confession letter in my locker like 4 days ago and asked me out.”

���so you just said yes?” ran asks and his tone startled you but you ignored it. “well yea? what’s the big deal?” you say in the exact same harsh tone ran gave you. ran ignored the way he felt when he saw this bitch boy touch your hand & kiss you. “never mind. congratulations i guess,” ran sends a fake smile before walking down the street.

you noticed that was a little out of character for him but shrugs it off. thinking it’s nothing.

“did you know she has a fucking boyfriend now?” ran speaks angrily into the phone. rindou yawns before responding, “yeah i know, what’s the big deal?”

“and nobody fucking tells me shit?!” ran is shocked the fact that rindou knew before him, “when did you find out?”

rindou thinks, “like 4 days ago. i was there with her when the letter dropped out from her locker.”

“what?”

“she opened the letter, and told me it’s a love confession. at first she was unsure and i told her to go for it since this is probably like the first and last time she’ll get one,” rindou starts laughing, “she got mad at me for saying that, then got jealous at the amount of love letters i receive. it’s actually funny cause a girl gave me a love letter like 10 minutes before the locker incident-,”

“rindou. stay on topic please.” ran’s voice was gruff as he spoke and rindou forgot he’s been rambling off topic the entire time. “sorry,” rindou apologises, “but anyway, i told her to accept it, so she did and met him after school. now bam they’re dating.”

ran stills on the other end of the line, “so this was your fault?”

rindou stiffens, “yes..? no.? i don’t know. wait-why does this even matter?!”

“cause i like her! you fucking idiot!” ran loses his temper and rindou stops speaking. “oh… OH SHIT! BRO IM SO SOR-,” rindou’s voice is cut off because ran hangs up the phone.

ran breathes in deeply as he walks back home. the fact you didn’t even tell him you’re dating someone. do you not trust him with information?

ran slowly feels you slipping away from his grasp, now you have a whole ass fucking boyfriend ? it hurts, every footstep he takes makes his chest feels heavy.

taglist : @sunaspillowprincess @q-the-rockaholic @luno614

[moistmailman]

House Wife AU part 2

*Cinder, Pyrrha, and one of their kids are sleeping peacefully in bed*

Cinder, with her arms around Pyrrha’s waist as they sleep peacefully: Zzzzzzzzzzz

*Suddenly Cinder’s scroll goes off*

Cinder, drowsily waking: Huh? What the? *quietly groans* Who in the hell is calling me at this hour?

*Cinder carefully and quietly grabs her scroll*

Cinder, answering her scroll: *whispering* Hello?

Roman, slurring out: CINDER, YOU PIC- *hiccup* PICKED UP! I K-KNEW YOU WOULD! E-EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT YOU WOULD IGNORE ME! I K-KNEW YOU CARED!

Cinder, groaning quietly: What the hell do you want, Roman?

Roman: Get your a-ass down to the b-bar! Drinks are on m-me!

Cinder: For god sake, are you drunk?

Roman: Hell yeah Im drunk! W-we just successful robbed a bank! We’re *hiccup* rich! Everyone is celebrating at the bar! Come join us!

Cinder, hoarsely whispering: Hey! Are you fucking insane? Don’t just announce that to the world, idiot! Are you trying to go to jail!?

Roman: Pfft, you’re a-always serious! Loosen up and have some fun a little! Besides, this bar is nearly e-empty and everyone here are completely- *hiccup* drunk because I ORDERED EVERYONE SHOTS! WOOOOO!

*loud cheers are heard in the background*

Roman: So relax and join u-us! E-everyone is d-drinking on me tonight.

Cinder: No. Leave me alone.

Roman, whining: What!? Noooooo! Come on! This is an e-exciting moment for all of us! Stop b-being so booooo- *belch* -ooooring!

Cinder, grimacing: Oh god. You’re so disgusting.

Roman: *Blows a raspberry in to the scroll*

Cinder, sighing: What has my life become?

Roman: Hey! Why are you whispering?! Are you hiding or something?

Cinder, through gritted teeth: No, believe it or not but I was actually sleeping this late at night, and my wife and kid are with me at the moment.

Roman: Whaaaaat? Really?

Cinder: Yes, I know. It’s quite shocking that someone was sleeping at- *looks at alarm clock* 2 in the morning. Your primitive brain just can’t put two and two together.

Roman: No no no no. Not that! I just sometimes forget you have a wife and kids. I just can’t believe *hiccup* it. *giggles* I can’t wrap m-my head around it.

Cinder: And I honestly can’t believe that drunk you is somehow more insufferable than regular you.

Roman: Don’t be like t-that! You’re so mean! Come on! Just a f-few drinks with us and that’s it! P-promise!

Cinder: How many people are with you?!

Roman: A bunch of drunk strangers, and the gang’s too! We’re all celebrating! Mercury i-is dancing on one of the stoo- *CRASH* Mercury fell off one of the stools. Emerald is *hiccup* singing k-karaoke on the stage, And Neo is- *gasps* OH WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT, Cinder I swear to god, Neo spoke to me while drunk. I’m n-not bullshitting you! She a-actually spoke!

Cinder, unimpressed: Cool, are you done?

Roman: Why aren’t you happy!? We’re rich! Y-you should be d-down here *burp* having a fun time with us! What’s y-your deal?

Cinder: This might be difficult to comprehend, but I’m an adult that has things to do tomorrow. Something you probably can't relate too.

Roman: Oh yeah, What is so important that you can't p-party with us tonight? Huh? You got taxes to do, miss responsible?

Cinder: Do.....d-do you not do your taxes?

Roman: I asked a question first!

Cinder, sighing: If you must know, Pyrrha and I are throwing our son a birthday party. Achille's turning 5.

Roman: Wait, you're throwing a birthday party?

Cinder: Yes.

Roman:.......you know, if you don't want to party with us then just tell us. Y-you don't need to make up e-excuses.

Cinder, actually offended: What the hell is that supposed to mean!?

Roman: You hate birthdays. You refuse to t-tell me when your birthday i-is because you don't want me to throw y-you a surprise p-party. Who the h-hell does that b-by the w-way?

Cinder: I don't like birthdays because my parents were dicks and could never remember my birthday ever and would just ignores me until child services came! I'm not going to force that my belief on my son though! I'm trying to give him a better life than I had! Something that every parent thrive for their kids!

Roman: Oh really? You, doing something nice and sweet for someone else? Now I know you're fuckin lying. What’s next are you g-going to tell me? *hiccup* You’re cuddling with your wife?

Cinder: I swear to god I’ll fucking-

Achilles: *Slightly stirs in his sleep while pouting*

Cinder, soothingly caressing her son's head: Shh, it's alright. Mama's sorry. Go back to sleep, sweetie.

Achilles: *Stirs a little bit more before going back to sleep*

Cinder, angrily whispering: I swear to Christ, Roman. If you make me wake my son up, and he starts crying, Ill shove my foot so far up your ass, that my heels will be kicking the back of your teeth!

Roman, unfazed: Grrr, angry mama bear.

Cinder, pulling her scroll away: *hysterical* Oh my God. I'm going to kill this guy. I’m actually going to kill him.

Roman, distant: CINDER? CINDER ARE YOU STILL THERE? CINDER!?........

Cinder, eye twitching:...........

Roman, distant: CIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNDER!

Cinder, back on the scroll: I swear to god if you don’t leave me the hell alone then I’m going to bury you in a shallow grave alive while- Huh, babe?

*Pyrrha drowsily rolls over in bed and grabs the phone before hanging up on Roman and tossing it to the side*

Roman, on the now dead line: Cinder?......Cinder hello?

*meanwhile*

Cinder:............

Pyrrha, drowsily smiling: You need to learn that hanging up on someone is easier than yelling at them on the scroll. *Kisses Cinder's lips before cuddling back into her son* It’ll save you some stress.

Cinder:.....you know Roman is probably whining right now, right?

Pyrrha: I’m okay with that.

Cinder, wrapping her arms around Pyrrha’s waist:.......I love you so much.

Pyrrha, scooting back against her wife's chest: *Yawns* Love you too.