Ahiru Loves Pineapple On Pizza And She Could Never Prepare Herself For The Look Of Utter Disgust On Fakir’s

If you get the chance please watch this......it's such a wonderful collaboration of animation, music, and choreography, and they all have importance. It.....It just gets to me you guys.

Beautiful animation is beautiful. I hope that one day I will be able to make something as gorgeous as this…

Draw to forget

Literally the best part of the show ever

Mirror Hans One-Shot

Cause why not?

-------------------------------------------------------------

“Doesn't it bother you?” Anna choked? “To live life and not feel anything that’s truly your own?”

The shackled form of Hans regarded her sympathetically, or rather, Anna mentally corrected herself, empathetically.

“Only when I’m with someone like you.”

“Of course, “She responded biting her lip to futility try and hold back the salty water in her eyes, “Because I want you to be bothered.”

Hans closed his eyes to deal with some unseen internal turmoil and nodded. The emotions that played across Hans' face seemed so genuine Anna desperately thought to herself. But in truth they were her feelings, and her desires, and her fears that he was only borrowing.

“I hate this!” Anna sobbed and the details of Hans’ face blurred together. “I wanted you to be the villain, I wanted you to be irredeemable, but everything that happened was my fault.”

Hans reached out to Anna, but the shackles stopped him short, and he could only watch as Anna’s form shuddered from her stuttered breath and tears. “It’s not your fault.” He whispered. Stepping back and lifting his hand up, Hans cupped the air imagining that he was holding Anna's cheek and wiping away her tears.

“It’s no one’s fault.” He said softly and two tears of his own trailed down his face.

Anna choked at his words. Unable to bear his company any longer, Princess Anna sprinted from the cold stone cell.

The solitary prince watched her go and his heart felt ripped and torn.

The feeling, though, soon started to fall away. Starting at the edges, the heartache and sorrow fell into numbness. The unhappy lines on his face smoothed themselves out into a blank canvas and the person that Anna had spoken to was no longer there.

The man….no, the mechanism seated itself. It had nothing more to think or do now that it was alone. 

And the trails that the two tears had left on its face were nearly dry. 

some foxes

Risen

Happy Easter! May you find Light & Hope in this dark time. <3

Here Em, have your sweaty OC talking to my slightly less sweaty OC.

A dog person by not even emily