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the-disney-elite:

Milt Kahl’s words of wisdom for aspiring animators. (x)

Oh, and regarding this mysterious Don Graham fellow…

According to Andreas Deja, “Don Graham was head of Disney’s internal training program from 1932 - 1940. Chuck Jones called him the greatest American art teacher. The closest you will ever come to his teachings is through his excellent 1970 book Composing Pictures. It is in reprint and available at Amazon.”

Click here for the Amazon listing for Composing Pictures.

blunoriispoop:

Momo gives me strength
bless this child

blunoriispoop:

Momo gives me strength

bless this child

suzie-guru:

Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to "Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!" And Harry starts to laugh and say "We don’t have to worry about -" and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and "Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!" and Harry retorts laughingly "well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!" And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks "You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?" And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that  they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.

And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers. 

ok ok yes let’s be clear that my next gen redesigns disregard their descriptions in the epilogue and that i did that knowingly thank u

yukim116:

ボツにしたの使い道無いのでそのまま載せておきます

marshofsleep:

sky’s big around here

marshofsleep:

sky’s big around here


Bolshoi’s The Nutcracker

Bolshoi’s The Nutcracker

these could probably use more tweaking but it’s hard enough coloring with a broken tablet, i probably shouldn’t overdo it.

(oh and thanks, becauseihavefairyissues​, for that headcanon of lily luna!!)

lissabt:

"What’s the matter? Never taken a shortcut before?"

lissabt:

"What’s the matter? Never taken a shortcut before?"

i’m 20 years late 

i’m 20 years late