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posting my grian gman here…

(sorryfor posting a Snapchat screenshot lol)

BUT I DID IT. I FINISHED THE DEGREE. IM GRADUATING WITH A 2:1. MY THESIS GOT A FIRST OF FIRST. IM FUCKING ECSTATIC, EVERYONE. I STARTED IN 2018 AND THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DROP OUT WHEN THE PANDEMIC HAPPENED. BUT I STRUGGLED THROUGH. AND ITS FUCKING PAID OFF. I CANT STOP CRYING. IM SO FUCKING HAPPY. GUYS. I DID IT. HOLY SHIT. WEEPING SOBBING ALL OF THE ABOVE.

I'M GETTING A BACHELORS OF SCIENCE DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭

Ibis Paint X got an animation update!! You know what that means >:)

a new mtg set just leaked and it's the cutest thing i've seen in my entire life???

I don't even remotely play MTG even a little but also I WOULD LIKE TO FLOAT DOWN A RIVER IN A BOAT WITH A LILY PAD SAIL AND ESCAPE FROM CAPITALISM ALSO

I haven't been seeing NEARLY enough people talking about this.

Cartoon Network is celebrating Over the Garden Wall's 10th anniversary by collaborating with Aardman for a brand new stop-motion animated short! Releasing November 3rd on their social medias

a tiny maxiel winter soldier au for @danielverstappen <3

Max pulls on his shoulder, feels the muscles knitting back together in an achy fibrous stretch. "I can't stop thinking of his nose."

"His nose?" George demands, incredulous, pinching his own bruised nose with delicate fingers.

"His mask—probably they had to make it all big just to fit his nose. Did you see?"

"Sorry, mate. Was a bit distracted by the metal arm and the rocket launcher. You know you don't need to wear this"—George gestures to Max's suit—"regalia all the time, right? Are you planning to fight crime right now in the safe house?"

Max shrugs. "I like a uniform." Plus the last time he tried to dress himself in civvies, someone asked him if he could buy some rizz with his ration book. "Why was his nose like that? If he is some—robot? thing—why would they give him a nose like that?"

"I think he's only part-robot."

"Oh." Max smiles. "Like you?"

"Har har." George slaps his knees. "That was a humdinger."

With most people, Max can tell when they're fucking with him. With George...he might be the kind of guy to say 'humdinger.'

Max pulls out the photo again, glossy and real. Not through a screen. He traces the sharp curve of the mask, the nose. He can't think of any reason to make it like that.