Just Imagine. Arthur Is Dying Out. He Reaches To Instrumental To Stop The Beast. Pulls Out A Kazoo.

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AHHH. I’m back on my life series brainrot. And yet no one to talk with it about.

I’ll gonna start biting people soon /j

Just a preview but heavens these guys make me want to animate (and suffer by virtue) (Psst, I would appreciate if you check my now official twt post of this, as it's also been reuploaded by someone who isn't me!)

"you're the saboteur, don't react" top ten British references

did you ever feel like you’re being watched all the time?

Down falls the canary

o7

What’s your worst fear?

It might be basic, but personally. Mine is eyes. Have you ever looked in a mirror with only the moonlight and saw your eyes. And what you look at makes you dread. You are well aware that they are your eyes. But just because you know that Russel in the night is the wind. It doesn’t make you less afraid. The ones I see in the dark are not right. They look hollowed out. They seem not mine.

And it’s just them. Not even the rest of my face. Somehow I think it’s worse in the light. When I look too close. Because at least in the dark. I know why they seems off. But no. In the day, they watch and see me. I can’t hide from them.

It’s funny. I liked eyes. I still do. Used to have a habit of drawing them on me. But sometimes when I’m drawing a character I’ll physically cringe. Because they are staring at me. Judging every part of me. And maybe that’s worse than if they were just soulless.

Maybe it’s worse than the general paranoia I get from the fear as a whole. Because it’s of my creation.

I'm binging the official animatic compilation on tuesday :3

and what an ugly thing to have someone see you

herakles, euripides (tr. anne carson) // @itsragnary // traps, hera lindesay bird // trista mateer // @swtzee_ on twitter // after the movie, marie howe // @jcghosty // unknown // orestes, euripides (tr. anne carson) // the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly

Odysseus: wait, if you didn’t fight for me, then who?

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