2022 End of Year Gifmaker/Creator Tag Game
5 creations from others that made you smash the reblog button:
@wexler-mcgill’s slow show set - one of my favourite sets ever tbh. the lyrics, the colouring, the blending, UNREAL
@andmoonlight’s love love love set - i love the typography on this and the last gif makes me so so insane. tmg/bcs solidarity forever
@jimmymcgill’s green bcs set - the scene selection!!! the way the colour pops!! jimmy looking pretty in green!! these gifs are so beautiful and i very much enjoy looking at them
@kimswexler’s shared sentence set - this is such a visually cool and unique idea, i literally gasped the first time i saw it
this set from @agentdanascully - absolutely humongous galaxy brain concept for a set. made me cry, 10/10
bonus shoutouts to the following bc i couldn’t narrow it down:
this set from @sharedsmoke, this set from @wexler-mcgill, this set from @jimmymcgools & this set from @laloslayamanca
4 creations of which you’re proud:
there will be no divorce
empire line
pscentral best of 2022
michael myers resplendent
3 creations others loved:
jimmy mcgill, pathetic wet dog of a man
attorney client privilege
kim/marco parallels
2 creations that stretched you as a creator:
the execution of the karaoke set honestly isn’t great imo but i learned a little bit of premiere to make the bouncing heads and i guess that’s worth something!! also i think it’s funny
this kim/jesse parallel was i think?? my first time blending, and the kim scene isn’t super well lt (it’s also a lot shorter and trying to stop it from looking janky with so few frames to work with was a PAIN)
1 creation of yours that you find most aesthetically pleasing:
design your own container garden
1 creation that broke and (maybe remade you) as a creator:
night light - oh look a non-bcs set! doctor who (2015) i love you so much but you are so annoying to gif god bless
tagging: anyone i’ve @’ed in this post!! and tbh anyone that sees it i guess, i love seeing other people do these tag games
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Part 13 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🐇
Part 12
(Part 9′s art 🌹) ( pt. 7′s art 🧁)
~ on ao3 ~
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Billy never expected to be left alone in Harrington’s house, but Steve and Robin had to go to work, and the little ones were thrilled at the idea of having Billy all day.
Of course he wasn’t alone. Max sat on the floor while the littles played on the coffee table. Billy sat on the couch, arm outstretched across the back while the movie, Clue, played. He couldn’t tell if his smaller counterpart was arguing with Max or if it was an animated discussion.
“No! They’rwe all bad.”
“Yeah, that’s the point. It’s like a plot with only villains.”
“Then what’s the point!”
“It’s based on a board game. It’s a puzzle You’re supposed to match the weapons to the characters and their victims.”
Small Billy looked affronted with a grimacing frown. “It’s not a storwy?”
Big Billy intercepted in a deadpan voice, “Are you enjoying this?”
Max cocked a brow at him. “Well it’s not any different than car rides with you.”
Little Billy’s gaze darted between them as he repeated, “Thewe’s no storwy? That’s stupid!”
He kicked a bottle cap, which pinged off a porcelain bunny on one of the entertainment unit’s shelves. When the tip of an ear clattered ominously, Max and Billy looked at each other. Exhaling heavily, he got up and took the bunny and its ear to the kitchen in search of glue.
Max offered, “You could just push it behind something.”
“And that, shit bird, is why I’m leashed to you all the time. Make sure they don’t dive off the table.”
“Biwwy! I’ww helwp!” little Steve summoned.
Billy found the glue and brought it back to the table. “Don’t touch the glue, or else your hands will be stuck forever.”
Brown eyes went huge. “Forweverw?”
Billy nodded ominously and Max rolled her eyes. To his credit, Steve was able to hold the ear tip in place. Small Billy gave him a boost onto the tissue box so he’d be high enough, and then he went back to arguing with Max.
“So what’s a puzzlwe?”
“It’s a problem that you solve.”
“What for?”
“Fun.”
“What do you get if you do it?”
“A superiority complex.”
“Hmm...” little Billy rubbed his chin, tapping his foot as he thought about this -
He gasped when Steve screamed. In a panicked rush, he peeled his hand off the porcelain bunny and gaped at it before holding it up for large Billy to see. “BIWWY! Am I okay?”
He leaned forward to squint at the small palm. Meanwhile, little Billy climbed the tissue box to see for himself. “Still got skin, pwetty.”
But Steve’s lower lip pouted as he stared at his hand. They both looked up at the massive can of beer being set next to them. Large Billy consoled, “You just got spooked, you’ll be fine. Touch the can, you’ll feel better.”
Steve pressed his pink palm to the cold metal, peeking once at his hand again before he let his hand rest on the lip of the can.
Billy, however, sniffed the bronze puddle in the crease at the mouth of the can and leaned down to take a sip. He came up sputtering and coughing. “Agh! It’s sharp! Hey!”
Big Billy hoisted him up by the back of his linens. “That’s not for babies.”
“I’m not a baby!”
“If the bubbles are as big as your eyes, it’s not for you,” he revised.
The former scoffed, “I’m bigger than teenie weenie bubbwes.”
“Max?”
Attention returned to Steve as she replied, “Yeah?”
“Did you say Cwue is a game?”
At a loss, she considered, “Uh...yeah. It’s not as easy as watching a movie, though.”
Large Billy watched small Billy gaze, riveted at Steve while he asked, “Can we pway?”
Little Billy gasped, “You said puzzwe! Not a game! A game is way coolwer.”
Max looked to large Billy, who smiled mercilessly and pointed at the shelf of board games. “I see it right there.”
So emerged the Clue board, which looked like an artistic blueprint of some rooms. Billy and Steve walked over the corridors and rooms, the latter pausing to read, “Kit...kit. Chen. Kit. Chen. Kitchen.”
Large Billy lifted his brows, admittedly impressed and said as much. “Good job. I didn’t know you guys could read.”
Steve started towards another room as he said, “Stevwie and Wobin hewlp me. Ugh...it hurts my eyes.”
Billy frowned as he watched little Billy catch Steve losing his balance with crossed eyes. “West yourw eyes, Stevie. We got kiwwers to catch.”
Steve rubbed his eyes and mumbled, “What’s a wibrwarwy?”
Max and Billy exchanged looks before she blurted, “I’m sorry, what?”
Small Billy pointed at one of the rooms. Large Billy enunciated, “Library. It’s where the first kill happened.”
Both littles gasped and stood holding each other with riveted eyes on him. Steve breathed, “Weally?”
Billy reached for the box and pulled out one of the figurines and set it down in the library, but on its back. Small Steve began to approach the body -
Little Billy ran up and kicked the plastic figure, sending it spinning over the edge of the table and subsequently stabbing Max. “Ow! What the hell was that?”
“Stinky!” Billy accused. “That’s not Mistewr Boddy! That’s the butwer!”
“This isn’t the movie,” she tried to say patiently but firmly - with no help from large Billy holding his chest with laughter.
Then his eyes shot wide open as an idea occurred to him. “No, you’re right. That’s the butler. But the owner of the house has not been seen all night. Let’s see who found the body and who is in the house.”
Instead of playing the game, Billy and Max weaved together a story. They set figurines through the board, and went through the cards while the movie played in the background. Little Steve giggled as he was given the candlestick, and Billy would not take anything other than the revolver. He even ran for his Indiana Jones hat before he declared, “Okay. I’m weady to pway.”
It was a long game.
It was also the longest Max and Billy had ever gone without butting heads or yelling at one another.
But their luck had to run out at one point or another, but it wasn’t the large peoples’ fault. Max noticed first how little Billy held his tummy. “B? Are you okay?”
His eyes watered and he shook his head. “My tummy’s uppy.”
Steve gasped and ran across the board to him. He crouched and pressed his ear and cheek to Billy’s belly before he exclaimed, “It’s noisy!”
Max looked to her stepbrother. “What do we do?”
“I doubt there’s an antacid that’s been tested for them,” he remarked.
“Then we need to call Steve.”
“And tell him what? That these guys slipped a little beer in their system and are having a reaction?”
Max cornered, “I thought you were the one who fixed the rabbit instead of hiding it?”
Little Steve interrupted with his hands on the smaller Billy, who was sinking down to the table top, in more and more pain. “Biwwy? Pwease? Helwp.”
He sighed and stretched his arm up to ruck up his sleeve and look at his watch. “Come on. Nobody will be at Family Video right now. Max, call Robin to see if their dweeb of a boss is there.”
Max jogged to the kitchen to get the confirmation that Keith wasn’t in today, but kept repeating, “We’ll explain when we get there. Billy’s getting them in their box room.”
“Let’s move!” he ordered, and she hung up on the loud voices in the receiver.
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