It’s already out on netflix and there has once again been barely any promotion for it. I know it’s not christmas and yall are probably sick to death of seeing christmas stuff months early but Please don’t let this movie die! It uses beautiful experimental 2d animation and has been in developement hell for Years!Iknow netfix doesn’t care about promoting their own content so please watch it now so they know we do care and they might actually pick up more ambitious projects like this one. It’s woth watching for the gorgeus animation alone
I’ve completed a new AMV! It features the depravity and downfall of Handsome Jack from the Borderlands series, set to Pretty Handsome Awkward by The Used.
Warnings for: bright flashes, eye trauma, and spoilers for Borderlands 2,Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel, and Tales from the Borderlands.
Pairing:Codywan Rating: Explicit Tags:PWP (but actually this time), Female Obi-Wan, Order 66 Didn’t Happen Summary: “Commander?” she asks groggily. Nothing was on fire when she went to sleep, and she dreads hearing what new disaster is shooting off sparks.
“What’s happened?” “We won,” he says, and then he puts his knee on her bed, his hand in her hair, and his mouth on her mouth, just like that.
A/N:My first fill for @codywankissbingo ! Mind the tags on your way in ;)
If you knew how much I like this drawing, you would cry. This gave me a good idea of how much I have grown in terms of creativity over the year, and the long work on the complicated perspective and composition has definitely done its work
This is just a little piece of experimentation writing, I had an idea and ran with it just to try out the Vibes. I had to give them names for it to feel right, I guess we’ll see if either of them show up again in the future. I wanted to try something here, starting with the small detail and slowly widening the lens… I like how it turned out!
Contents: aftermath of torture/interrogation, mob/crime type setting, hand whump, knives, guns, blood, threats, all that juicy stuff.
It hurts like hell as his hand is lifted—the mangled broken one with its cracked bones and dislocated joints—so the pad of his thumb can be pressed to the fingerprint scanner. Of course it’s the broken one that Blake uses, not the one that’s chained to the table leg.
Gil grits his teeth through every tiny shift, air whistles past his teeth as he hisses, almost a whine. And then he breathes, swallows, gets air into his lungs just in time to be able to gasp as his hand is laid back down on the surface of the table and the pain spikes all over again. There’s a gentle clunk in front of him and he opens his eyes to see his phone shining up at him.
“Now the passcode.”
He looks up, licks his lips. The handcuff rattles as he tries to raise his right hand. Blake holds his gaze, waiting perched on the edge of the table.
“The passcode.”
They’d asked for it before, but that was hours ago. Hours before the pain he’s in now. Long before he’d reached the point of caving in, willing to do this—to make it stop.
“Y-yeah, give me… yeah.” His voice is hoarse. He’s out of options, or at least out of options that don’t involve more pain.
[ID: 1. close up of newborn Isabela Madrigal on a plush pink background stretching her way out of a blue floral blanket, looking very sleepy with one eye open. 2. 28-year-old Bruno Madrigal reclines against the headboard of a bed, arms wrapped around infant Isa as she lays sleepily against his chest. His shirt is partially unbuttoned to allow her skin-to-skin contact. Bruno is looking down at her with wonder and no little amount of fear, tears pooling in his eyes. /end ID]
“The future yawned before him, bright and limitless.”
YOUR LAZY MEAL IS RISOTTO?? WHAT’S YOUR LAZY DESSERT, A FUCKING SOUFFLE? IS YOUR GO-TO QUICK READ WAITING FOR THE BUS THE FUCKING POETIC EDDA IN ITS ORIGINAL OLD NORSE?
