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Probably not a coincidence that Lee looks so baked here.
Layne Staley ; Star Gazing The Seattle Catalogue 1989.
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courage the cowardly dog is not cowardly because that poor dog will be facing the flayed corpse of god or some shit every episode. courage the reasonably horrified dog
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Kennedy Freeman, one of the animators of episode #1133, posted this beautiful art of Robin:
Seepha, one of the animators of episode #1133, posted this beautiful art of Robin:
Antony Nyugen, one of the animators of episode #1133, posted this beautiful art of Robin:
I'm giving you a night call / to tell you how I feel
A little sneak peek of something I'm working on:
The Lawson house runs on routine. Simon knows this the way he knows everything about them: completely, quietly, without ever being asked. Breakfast at seven. School at eight. Dinner at six-thirty unless Robert is working late, which happens more often lately, which means Claire's smile gets a little thinner and the children eat faster and Simon keeps his voice soft and his movements careful and doesn't acknowledge what everyone in the room already knows. He is good at not acknowledging things. "Simon, can you check my math?" Lily. Eight years old. Dark hair perpetually escaping whatever Claire put it in that morning. She slides her homework across the kitchen table without looking up from her book, absolute confidence that he'll catch it before it falls. He does. "Problem six," he says, settling beside her. She groans. "I knew it was problem six." "You carried the wrong number." "Math is stupid." "You say that every Tuesday." "Math is stupid every Tuesday." He helps her fix it. Then problems nine and eleven. Then sits with her while she finishes, not because she needs him to, but because she works better when someone is nearby. He learned that in the first week. He has learned everything about all of them. What makes Tyler laugh. What makes him shut down. That Claire needs the kitchen clean before she can sleep. That Robert apologizes for things he hasn't done yet, preemptively, like he's always bracing for his own failures. That Lily, when she's frightened, goes very still and very quiet and waits for someone to notice. Simon always notices. Make them feel safe. It isn't a directive anymore, hasn't felt like one in a long time. It's just who he is. The thing he does. The shape his days take. He thinks, sometimes, that he is happy. He isn't sure he's allowed to think that.
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