Illiterate Dairy Maid In 1750, Hundreds Of Years Before Germ Theory was Even Thought Of: Because Of

This classic scene from A Goofy Movie is a wonderful example of building cinematic tension. Notice how as the car gets closer to the freeway junction, the shots not only get shorter and shorter, but the camera moves in closer for an almost claustrophobic effect, reflecting the pressure that Max is experiencing making his decision. On top of that, the camera angles become more and more dynamic as it all plays out, the music cresendos, and at the very end of the piece, the tension snaps right when Max makes his choice. See if you notice any of the implied symbolism among some of the imagery spliced throughout (the map, the signs, etc.).

what if people wrote author notes in essays like people do in fanfics

A/N: omg here comes the thesis statement!! >_<

A/N: almost at the minimum word requirement this was soooo hard

professor: shut up and write idiot -__-

me: eep o_o!!

When we say “tax the rich,” we mean nesting-doll yatch rich. For profit prison rich. Betsy DeVos, student-loan-shark rich.

Trick-the-country-into-war rich. Subsidizing-workforce-w-foodstamps rich.

Because THAT kind of rich is simply not good for society, & it’s like 10 people.

TAX THE RICH. A LOT. LIKE, A LOT, LOT.

I also accidentally befriended a pro Widowmaker by the name of Belpheagor. She kept landing headshots on me and after like the 6th time I wrote in the chat, “Widow plz” because I know from prior experience that it tends to work. 

She wrote back, “Mercy I’m sorry, but I have to.” After that she only landed body shots on me, but she was definitely more hesitant to land any shots on me. 

Later, I was going around the back of the point to try and get to someone and I ran point blank into her. She stared at me through her scope for a few seconds; I “Hello!”ed to try and pull on her heartstrings. She shot the Pharah coming up behind me, gave me a look, and then grappled away. 

She wrote in the chat, “Did you see how I didn’t shoot you” and next thing I know I had a friend request from her.

me pretending to have time

Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.

Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.

His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.

I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.

Animator Island’s 51 great animation exercises to master:

#8: Flour Sack waving loop

me, with a gun to a mangakas head as their about to design a character: fucking go, designn a 50 year old woman i dare u 

them, hands shaking:  

me, tears streaming down my face as i pull the trigger: not like that