I Swear I Posted This Already Buy I'll Post It Again- I Animated Mary Anne Dancin! I Made Like 5 Jokes

I swear I posted this already buy I'll post it again- I animated Mary Anne dancin! I made like 5 jokes about not being able to draw legs in the deleted post so- just know I have no idea how to animate legs like this-

Ladies Man | A Girl's Girl ✨

very long post, I apologize

So glad my wife doesn't have tumblr My best friend (wife (married for tax purposes)) is the literal light of my life. I extend my help to anyone who needs it, or I at least try to. I let people vent to me whenever they need because I know it's nice to have someone listen to you and respond in a meaningful way. Not to say I change much or provide anything substantial- but I always hope I can. And, don't get me wrong, I love doing it! I care about the people who come to me for help and I genuinely try to help all of them. But sometimes I overexert myself and lose all the energy I had to offer. I feel down and low and it really sucks because I know I should be 100% or at least somewhat positive when talking to these people. I can't help but ignore them (selfishly) for the sake of my mental health. It's at these times that I run to her, screaming about the smallest issues in my life. I will yell and cry- stomp my foot and whine about little nothings that set me down the decreasing path and she'll sit there and listen. They always listen. They're the strongest person I know, always have been, life continues to shit on them, and they suffer for it. But after all of that? She sits and listens to me. For the longest time, I thought I was offering her nothing- that she listened out of pity- and that sucked because she means the world to me. But they just came to me today, looking for me to listen (please note that I have before, I'm not a dick, but they definitely deal with me more than I ever "deal" with them) and after we spoke, they thanked me for helping. I wasn't? I didn't do anything at all. I sat and listened like we normally do, but when it really came down to responding, I didn't really put any thought or effort into what I said (as bad as that sounds). I answered her questions genuinely, no forced caring persona or gentle wording. They didn't mind it. They actually enjoyed it. At some point, I found myself also enjoying the conversation, easy banter around a rough topic, we were relaxed and happy and-? I'm confused. Because I'm usually putting all effort into my image for the sake of the recipient- putting on a mask to make the interaction easier and calm. But she didn't care. I was being myself and that made her feel better. I made someone genuinely feel better and it was the most important person in my life. The minute they left to sleep, I felt warmth literally leaving my body. I owe her so much, genuinely helping her, even if it was just this once, made my night so much better. So much better.

they're goofin

HE SPIN

Brain not braining

The Lost World (1925)