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I am SO, SO EXCITED to share my SVA thesis film at long last!!!!! This is what I spent most of the past year working on. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever made, and I still couldn’t have done it without the help and support of a bunch of really awesome people. I strongly recommend watching it in HD and I hope you like it a lot! :)
oh damn, wow, talk about inspiring.
HOLY FUCK I DIDN’T EXPECT THAT AT ALL
IT’S UNLIKE ANYTHING I’VE SEEN BEFORE OHWOWIJUST- /SCREAMING/
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME DREAMWORKS BUT YOU NEED TO ADAPT THE HELL OUT OF THIS RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
This is sooo awesome
A tool that I’ve found is really handy is a called the Cash Clock. It’s a simple program that measures both the time that you’re working on a piece as well as how much money you should be earning. You can adjust the hourly wage to whatever you feel is…
Title: little tornado
Pairing: Scanny (Scott/Danny)
Verse: Vampire!Danny has a thing for werewolf blood
Notes: Liz & I agreed to do a fanfic exchange and guuuh their prompts were so good okay? I had a hard time picking between this and the timkon idea except vampire!danny won over guardian angel!kon lol I hope you like it bb! <3
Warnings: Biting, blood drinking
It’s not an addiction, no matter how any Hunter might try to spin it. Addiction implies a lack of control on his part and Danny is nothing but the very definition of control. He likes to consider it more of a craving anyways, comparable to the way some human girls crave sweet or salty foods before their periods.
In the same way, once a month, Danny has the worst craving for werewolf blood. He’ll press his tongue against the back of his teeth, hoping to soothe the dull ache of his fangs.
Untittled ficlet, (1k, gen, Melissa + Scott)
So I wrote this for scottologist, and they seemed to like it, so I decided to post it here.
(Just to be clear: I am latina, but I’m not chicana, so if this comes off as offensive in any way, please do tell me.
Also, there are translations at the bottom for anyone who needs them.)
"Mamá," she encourages him, all smiles as she lets him wrap his hand around two of her fingers while they wait for the food to warm up. "Mamá."
"pbbbbbttt," Scott spits out, bubbly and happy, melting Melissa from the inside out.
"Mi bebé hermoso," she whispers to him, and kisses the soft disheveled baby hairs on top of his head, where he smells like powder and sweetness and shampoo, "te amo tanto."
The microwave pings then, and she gets up to take the pureed apples out.
scott/lydia + parallels
bklynhills also asked for Derek and Kira with a language barrier. This gave me the opportunity to 1. learn French swear words 2. practice French 3. write baby French without feeling like I was wrong. (translations at the end.)
ps this is a happy au where allison becomes a free-spirited artist whose parents encouraged her to try things out rather than pushing her only toward archery :)
“J’en ai rien à foutre!”
Kira jumps back, stumbling over the box her angry neighbor had set down.
He snaps his head around to snarl at her, but then sees her righting herself. “Déslolé,” he mutters, and scoops it up, holding it between his leg and the door. “C’est pas possible, Laura,” he’s insisting, a phone wedged between his shoulder and his ear. “Tu fous dedans. Je n’ai pas le emploi. Et ma voisine pense que je suis fou maintenant. C’est de toi faute. …Non. Non. Non. …Ouais. A plus tard.” He glances over at Kira, frowns when he sees her gaping at him, and finally succeeds in getting the door open.
She winces at the slamming door, and hurries down the hall to her own apartment.
Inside, Allison is comfortably stretched out across the couch eating Kira’s leftover spaghetti. “Yo,” she says, propping herself up. “You are, like, so good at cooking. Is there anyway I can kidnap you and make you cook for me all the time?”
“Probably not,” she says. She closes the door much more gently than her neighbor had, and crosses the room to sit next to Allison on the couch—sort of, anyway. It takes maneuvering, but she ends up with Allison’s legs stretched over her legs. “Hey, don’t you speak French?”
“Ouais,” she says, and slurps up more spaghetti. “Pour quoi?”
“I think my new neighbor doesn’t speak English,” she says, shrugging. “And we’re neighbors. I at least want to be able to greet him.”
“That’s so cute,” Allison says, and boops Kira’s nose. “And sweet. You’re the sweetest. I love you.”
She sighs. She kind of misses when Allison was stoic. Now that she’s dating Isaac, she’s sunshine and daisies all the time. Not that Kira dislikes sunshine and daisies. It’s just that Allison gets…weird. “I’ll trade you spaghetti for French lessons.”
She beams and offers a hand. “Deal!”
She can never find out that Scott is the one making the spaghetti.