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onewedata · 1 year
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spkyart · 7 months
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My mom: She is mentally ill, Nanako
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raiiny-bay · 2 days
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oc deep dive questionnaire - dhes edition
tagged by @sikoi (ty you for the tag!! <3)
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-what common/uncommon fear do they have? tbh, there's not much that scares Dhes. when he was younger, he feared rejection, but that fear has lessened significantly as he's gotten older & become more comfortable with himself
-do they have any pet peeves? he's pretty particular about housekeeping, so his biggest pet peeves tend to be related to that. but he especially hates when Kelly leaves his shoes lying around instead of putting them away (bc Dhes *always* trips over them lol)
-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? CDs (lots of CDs), a tamagotchi (he brings it to work. it never stays alive long), & notes that he & Kel wrote back & forth to each other during class throughout their teen years
-what do they notice first in a person? whether or not they look directly at him/look him in the eyes
-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? probably 8 or 9
-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? fight - Dhestyn's a fighter through & through
-do they come from a big family/are they a family person? his family is pretty average, size-wise. his family dynamic is very eccentric, so whether or not he's a "family person" is kind of a complicated answer. he's not particularly close with anyone in his immediate family, but he does talk to them & visit them often
-what animal represents them best? a dog - generally, he's very friendly & loyal, but in the right circumstances, he does tend to bite
-what is a smell that they dislike? burning meat
-have they broken any bones? if so, how? several, mostly his fingers & wrists though. he's broken them in skateboarding accidents, during fights with other kids when he was in middle/high school, & by simply making poor decisions due to his reckless nature :-)
-how would a stranger likely describe them? i actually kind of explained this on his character page, but to sum it up people tend to see Dhes as either very charming or very unsavory
-are they a night owl or a morning bird? both! Dhes has a horrific sleep schedule. he'll regularly stay up until 1-2am & he wakes up at 5 o'clock every morning. though if he had to choose one, he prefers mornings
-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? he really likes cinnamon. he's not a big fan of seafood.
-do they have any hobbies? yes! skateboarding, hacky sack, making playlists & listening to music, working out (weights/jogging), fashion (read: "fashion"), & ruining his hair, to name a few.
-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises? Dhestyn always appreciates a nice surprise
-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece? yes, the man loves to accessorize. his favorite piece of "jewelry" is actually a necklace Kel gave to him when they were fifteen - it's a simple black cord with one of Kel's old guitar picks on it.
-do they have neat or messy handwriting? somewhere in the middle - it's legible, at least.
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-what are two emotions they feel the most? love & anger
-do they have a favorite fabric? not particularly, no
-what kind of accent do they have? standard PNW accent when speaking English, though occasionally he'll have hints of a more Mexican-American accent, which he picked up from his mom's side of the family
tagging: @mobwhim, @lynzishell, @vicciouxs, @teddybearsims, & @salemssimblr (feel free to ignore ofc!)
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aro-culture-is · 2 years
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american aro culture is feeling like you have to have a partner of some kind just because everything is so damn expensive and built under the assumption that you have two people with income :/
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I made a post about it yesterday but FUCK I am so mad that in The Phantom Agent the dead love interest is hotter than the living one.
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ladyimaginarium · 2 months
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preciouspatriots · 8 months
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talk about stereotype subversion bc why was everyone replying to my opla post being so friendly and helpful,,,like i was expecting gatekeeping and tomatoes being thrown; you’ve sold me, you funky little pirates
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winnie & bagel
#corned beef#winston billions#philosophizing on my wynnstannery ''billions' accidental autistic character'' metanalysis style like#classic prank that there's a perspective that [autistic people = people both involuntarily and voluntarily worse than us(tm)] and yet then:#there is me an autistic person getting to lift these weights & hone the ability to look at this & how to use language around it#from those earliest origins of ''is tayston allowed'' to ''is saying winston is Autistic allowed''....call it quantentative#and the fact that from season four up to this very moment even the distribution of billions canon has in itself done an unimpeachible job#at enhancing the Literary Themes concurrent in my life. studio laughter & standing ovation#anyways it also meant realizing a whole like Genre / Movement in the oeuvre of my funny little drawings of a funny little guy for kicks#such that expands that oeuvre to better reconcile / resolve with my metaquantanalysis#and it's like going [making oil paintings of interior domestic scenes] mode lol. hell yeah#that is: the genre of ''a winston portrait that doesn't have; need; or ask for the implicit context that Anyone Else Cares or May Care''#making it: ordinary and self-contained. not even ''by himself & having a particularly good or bad time.'' just an ordinary time.#tasks & situations that need not transcend anything at all. like yes having a bagel is a delight & a gift but it's in an Ordinary context#still here. scratch an itch. keep cat from knocking over showerside soaps. could be having an especial good time in any way but again such#that it needn't transcend or suggest it prompts any particular response from anyone else#that Self-Containment like [the void] of allistic ppl like ''the definition of ppl's autistacity: bringing it upon themself'' versus like#intergalactic multiuniverse quantum superpositions brain understanding of autistic ppl keeping to themselves#very much [we are not the same] perspectives lol. like working around to Getting the shit one was up to at like 3 or 7 or w/e yrs old#like but now i have all the language for why that's how things go for me & why it's Not [all the time / energy / language from others about#why that's wrong & worse & you bring it upon yourself etc]....like [you were nonbinary the whole time & still are but now Know Shit & can#convey &/or reject things w/nonzero / more precise language about it]....hand on shoulder nobody values you On Merit. & then you die.#wanting to draw some last night but it wasn't coming along great but it still came along Okay enough for this lol....also classic#going ''wow can't believe i might get to bear witness to them crumpling up winston & using the wall as backboard to toss him in the trash''#after ''can't believe kompenso's electrifying / can't believe we're just in time for season 4 / can't believe i was here til june'' etc#can't believe winston might get an arc / can't believe winston didn't get an arc but still got an abusive relationship / can't believe#being a funny little peripheral guy is better for Character b/c of what the writing doesn't inflict & the space that frees up....#anyways a true reconciliting revelation for my Quantent like oh This is the context that's not like swimming upstream#b/c it's also the context that [winston doesn't have to Merit(tm) being recognized as a person / would it be ''good'' if he seemingly did]#like the distilledly good timeline is one where nobody cares and he still gets to have a bagel and wear headphones.
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Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU with Gil protecting Thena.
I love protective Gil so it would be really cool :)
"You sure you wanna do this?" Gil couldn't help but ask as they walked into the loud, crowded pub.
"Oh, come on," Thena smiled at him, pulling his hand to go find where Sersi and Ikaris were waiting for them. "I'm not so opposed to rambunctiousness. I do teach teenagers, if you recall."
"Oh, I recall," he chuckled. The teenagers were the class who loved to 'ooh' and 'aw' when Miss Thena's boyfriend came in to bring her coffee.
"Besides," Thena sighed, half for fun and half in genuine exasperation. "Sersi is quite taken with your old buddy, Ikaris."
"I don't know if I'd use the term 'buddy'."
"I want her to know that we can all spend time together."
Gil grinned, pulling Thena back to him by the hand and securing her there by wrapping his arm around her waist. He pressed his lips to her temple, "you're a good friend, Gorgeous."
Thena lavished in the small affection, even in the middle of the horrifically loud establishment.
"I do owe him a beer anyway," Gil added a little more sheepishly, "after last time."
"Last time?" Thena blinked.
"Well, the time before that," Gil shrugged, referring to a misunderstanding between them that had led to Gil pulverising Ikaris way too intensely for a practice match.
Thena blushed as Gil nipped at the shell of her ear.
"How could I forget last time?"
Thena squirmed in his embrace, pushing on his chest, "we're already late."
"Where the hell are these two?" Gil muttered, looking around the room. Even with its darkened corners, he assumed he would have seen them by now. "You see 'em?"
"No, I--hey!"
"Whoops, sorry 'bout--hello there," the offending stranger shifted from frustrated to smiling at Thena in the blink of an eye. He took her in, visibly, running his eyes over her and tipping up his hat. "Sorry, little lady, didn't mean to jostle you like that."
"It's fine."
"Let me get'cha a drink-"
"She said it's fine, man," Gil grumbled, pulling Thena closer to him again as the walking ball cap and blue jeans refused to stop dragging his eyes over her.
The man turned to Gil, as if noticing him for the first time. "Oh, sorry man, I didn't realise she was with you."
Thena had to wonder how he had missed her literally being held by Gil. But they were on their way again before she could ask. "Gil?"
"That's the other thing about dives like this," Gil muttered, keeping her close as he found them a standing table underneath a light. "The prettier you are, the more of an animal you'll attract."
"I'm not sure if that's so foreign a concept to me."
"Maybe not," Gil conceded, kissing her cheek gently as he parted from her reluctantly, "but the kind of animal might be. I'm gonna see if the bartender knows if they're here and where they might be."
Thena nodded, watching him go as she stayed standing at the table. She swayed absently to whatever tune was playing far too loudly through the speakers. She put her hands on the edge of the table, only to discover there was something on it. Whether it was water or something else she wiped her fingers off on her jeans--the only pair she owned, and wore specifically with this venue in mind.
Sersi got out more than she did. Sersi knew how not to stand out in a pub--a bar, rather. This was for Sersi--who deserved to be happy, even if Thena thought Ikaris was a bit of a meathead for her.
"Buy you a drink?"
Thena stared down at the table, wondering if refusing to engage them at all would be a better route.
"Buy you a drink?!!"
No, they just thought she couldn't hear them. She sighed, turning with a frown, "my boyfriend is at the bar now."
"Then he's not here."
"That wasn't an invitation," she scowled, as the man - and more than one behind him - shifted from their table to hers. She eyed them cautiously, "I'm not here alone."
"Really?--'cause," the front one ran his eyes over her, just like the one from the crowd, "you seem pretty lonesome."
Alone and lonesome did not mean the same thing.
"We can just keep you company," another one suggested, "'till your, uh, boyfriend?--comes back."
"I don't think you want to do that," Thena advised, not that the interloping animals deserved the courtesy of a warning. "He won't like arriving to a scene like this."
"What? We're just talking."
Thena shuffled back from the table, desperate for every centimetre of distance from them she could get. "A discussion to which I never agreed."
"Now what's a flower like you doin' in a place like this?"
"Yeah, you're far too sweet to be roamin' around alone."
"I bet your boyfriend's just some dickhead, anyway."
Thena glared at him.
"Dude, you made her mad," the others slapped his shoulder, laughing between themselves, although clearly her anger was the cause for their amusement. "She's cute when she's angry, though."
"Then you're gonna think I'm adorable."
Thena looked over their shoulders, although the one closest to the back was already getting flipped over Gil's shoulder. His shoes hit the ceiling light dangling above them with a loud clang. "I did tell you."
The one who called Gil a 'dickhead' was next. He tried to make his escape but Gil grabbed him by the wrist, giving it it a good twist until everyone around them could hear the pop! of it.
"Hey, man, we were just-"
"Harassing my girlfriend," Gil finished for the other two, cracking his knuckles loudly and giving his hands a shake, like he did when he was getting ready for the last round of a fight. "Yeah, I heard."
Everyone but Thena winced as Gil landed a punch to each of their faces that looked quite lethal in force. And certainly they went down like a sack of bricks, completely unconscious after a hit like that.
"What the hell's going on, here?!"
"Sorry, sorry," Gil apologised, holding up his hands as the bar staff came rushing over. "I'm going, I'm going."
Thena shuffled around the men on the ground, hopping over one of the bodies to trot out beside Gil. "Are you okay?"
Gil just shrugged, shaking out his fist again. Sure, he was used to gloves, but his knuckles had been conditioned long before now. "I'll be fine. Are you okay?"
Thena offered a shrug of her own as they headed back out into the night. "I've certainly heard worse."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he offered sheepishly, taking her hand in his. "I didn't mean to leave you alone to them, or to get us kicked out like that."
Thena just shook her head, stepping in closer to kiss him again. "I'd hardly consider that your fault."
Gil returned the kiss gleefully. "And for the record, you are cute when you're mad, but only I get to say it."
"Gil," she scolded, slipping her hand under his sports coat to give his side a pinch.
"What?" he laughed, leaving his heavy arm around her delicate little shoulders. "It's super cute when your little goslings tease you for having a boyfriend and you get all flustered."
"Gil!"
"Oi," Ikaris blinked as he arrived with his own arm slung over Sersi's shoulders, "what're you doin' out here?"
"What are we doing?" Gil snorted at his old friend, "you're late even by your standard."
"Yeah, well," Ikaris shrugged. That was the end of his excuse, it seemed. He took another step, "shall we?"
"Uh, we can't go in there," Gil caught Ikaris by the shoulder and turned him around.
"Huh?"
Thena took Sersi's elbow and turned her as well, allowing them to link arms with the men on their outside shoulders. "Gil caved in a gentleman's nose, in there."
"Oh my," Sersi underreacted, perfectly able to imagine him doing so, apparently. "Well, there are other places to get a pint."
"Places that aren't crawling with assholes," Gil muttered, slipping off his jacket and putting it over Thena's shoulders.
Ikaris rushed to do the same for his own girlfriend.
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aestheticballpit · 2 years
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I lost my stage last week.
It already feels like a lifetime ago, but I still look to the showroom expecting him to be there. To be honest, it was the perfect time for him to go. With Studio C on the way out, I couldn’t bear to watch him do nothing all day. And even though I am upset about this remodel and the fall of animatronics, I knew it was coming and I knew I had to be prepared. My advice? Don’t take any stage for granted. Go as soon as you can, take it all in, and treat every day like it’s goodbye.
When I started this job three years ago, I told myself I would stay as long as we had our stage. But I’ve long since found other reasons to keep going. I’ll always have my memories (and a few souvenirs), and I’ll always maintain that we had the cutest Studio C bot. Take care my friends. 🐭💜
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onewedata · 1 year
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coconut530 · 11 months
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3/4 OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS EVER RELEASING SONGS IN THE SAME FORTNIGHT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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heartfullyferal · 1 year
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“It upsets me deeply to know, that there are girls out there who love me, but also put my songs onto Delena playlists.”
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“This is a false thing to do, I disagree with it, I will pay for your therapy bills I promise, baby girl.”
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SFX instructor: ok so i can put the tooth casting stuff away for now, we're not going to need it for a while
SFX instructor: unless you guys want fangs?
me and my classmates, immediately: FUCK yeah we want fangs!!
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lionblaze03-2 · 7 months
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holy shit guys. My YouTube is ten years old now. I’ve been posting about these fucking cats for ten goddamn years straight. That’s HALF OF MY ENTIRE LIFE. I’ve spent half of my entire life on that god forsaken platform making videos about fucking kitty cats killing each other. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way 💖happy ten years me you did it. Still out there creating, always will. It’s been a crazy ten years. Here’s to ten more!
#warrior cats#never getting out of this god forsaken fandom#But. Why would I want to?#I’ve actually been reading warriors content since I was 7. I just got the yt account when I was ten and started making cat content then#First stolen image comps and then really really bad amvs and then settled into the speedpaint community for a while#Incredibly friendly times. Everyone trading art constantly and sharing ocs and having fun#Then my skill began to increase and I started getting put in maps. And that was awesome#Actually just tried to sign up for another one. Break this two year no posting streak on yt#I’ve made a few finished pmvs. A few animated parts.#I’ve made commentary videos! And those were really fun and I’d like to do it again! I just. Want to get an actual budget#Ie a mic of my own or the power to ask my dad to record in his basement recording studio#And somehow then move ALL those files. Yikes#Editing is the worst part of video making. Editing is the mind killer#Editing is the main goddamn reason I barely make videos. Fuck that shit#God bless Honeycomb. My beloved close friend who’s edited a few of my map parts for me because he’s way better at it!#OH MY GOD AND CHEESEBURGER. WE HOSTED A FUCKING SUCCESSFUL MAP#IT GOT D O N E#Most small creators struggle to achieve that. I’ve failed maps a LOT#Because. Not enough people see and join#But we DID IT!!! I wrote a script and we both made designs and advertised and he edited the finished product#And we got a goddamn multi animator project out of it!! I even got to work with someone I’ve looked up to for years on that project!!#Again actually. I’d been in THEIR map it was the first big one I got into as like a 13 year old. And then like 5 years later they rolled up#To my snowkit map like. HEYYY#It’s been a wild ride and I’ve loved it all#Thanks for everything guys.#As previously stated; here’s to ten more years of goddamn cat content! I’ll still be doing this shit when I’m 30!#lion’s lair
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odinsblog · 9 months
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“One weird, silver lining positive from the WGA's strike has been a sense of calm over a reality that has plagued me with anxiety for years — the fact that despite having a great agent, manager, and lawyer, despite having been in hundreds of rooms with top execs and producers, despite having pitched countless networks, and despite having sold multiple pilots and pitches, I still work in food and bev. For so long, it felt like such an embarrassment in so many ways because it felt like I was the only one who was biding time in between sales with a side hustle. When I would tell people at work that I wrote television, they'd look at me like I had ten heads, or like I was delusional. They couldn't IMAGINE someone who *actually* wrote television would also be asking them what temp they wanted their salmon.
But the reality is, TV money goes fast, especially when it's just a pilot sale. And if shit doesn't get picked up to series, that money only lasts for so long. Being responsible meant swallowing my pride and keeping a job that was more consistent and steady but also gave me the ability to take pitch meetings, to write on my down time, do rewrites, answer e-mails, and take notes calls.
And for so long I thought I was a minority in that regard. Like I had done something wrong to not be successful enough to rely solely on my career as a writer.
Yet the strike has pushed SO many stories to the forefront of writers doing the exact same thing I've done, GOOD writers, great writers, writers who shit I watch all the time, whose names I instantly recognize, whose reputations in this industry precede them. So when the studios leaked that the goal was to bleed writers dry, to make it so we lost our homes, I had to laugh. Writers like me will literally do anything to keep the dream of writing alive. It's in us. It never goes away, no matter how many steaks you server, how many martinis you mix, how many cold calls you make, how many Uber passengers you pick up, how many pizzas you have to deliver. We always always always find a way to make it to that next great hope of a pitch, a sale, a green light.
And that's how you know that the CEOs are so fucking out of touch with reality. With the industry. With the POINT of the industry the point for most (not all, but most) has never been to be filthy rich, or own a yacht, or even have a membership to SoHo house. It's been to make something we love. To see it come to life, and make other people happy, or sad, or angry, or scared. To take this story you have kicking around your head and turn it into some epic journey. To be part of the process of making worlds and characters come to life. To tell stories.
The CEO's point has been to make as much money as humanly possible. And so they think that's all there is motivating writers. it's not. It never has been. Just because those CEO's wouldn't wait tables or mix drinks or drive a Lyft in order to keep a dream going, doesn't mean the rest of us wouldn't. The CEO's don't have a dream, they have a lifestyle. And I promise you a dream is a much better motivator than a yacht or a Porsche.
Try to bleed us dry, guys. Just because you'd let your own dream bleed to death, doesn't mean we would. We will always find a way to keep it alive.”
—Stefanie Williams, a tv writer on strike
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