when an artist posts new artwork and you see it at the top of your dash and it has no notes yet it’s like they just pulled cookies out of the oven and they’re fresh and warm and gooey and fantastic and you get the first one
Imagine this: You’re sitting in your animation history class. Your professor says that your classmate who sits two empty seats away from you is going to show his animation. Joy!
Then, projected ten feet tall in glorious HD, is an autobiographical piece about his life problems and his manic pixie dream girl purple skunk girlfriend. Complete with fade to black sex. And masturbation scene.
Imagine that and you will know a fraction of my pain.
oh my god
(Source: saturnpolice, via willhenreeeee)
Reblog if you would watch a show with an openly aromantic protagonist who stays aromantic and doesn’t eventually meet the ‘one’ and fall in love because fuck that.