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Alex Heberling

applebagelunicron:

upperstories:

nauticalacronym:

…Caroline?

Yes?

I’m… I’m going to die, aren’t I?

Yes-indeedy, said Caroline, in the same bright, unconcerned tone.

Ah, right… I… I wasn’t a… a hundred percent sure. Don’t… really mind, I suppose… not now, not in the… the scheme of things… but it’s just- well, they told me it’d hurt, dying. Will- will it hurt?

Oh, gosh, little thing, I don’t know, said Caroline, and there was a smile in her voice. I’ve never died.

– Blue Sky, Chapter 15: The End

read the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7434133/1/Blue-Sky

I wanted to try my hand at perspective but man did it kick my arse. In the end I had to simplify my image a lot, but I still like how it came out.

We all know I am a Blue Sky fanatic. I dunno if it’s weird that I make a lot of fanart for it and PM Wheatley, but I just really like the stories and Erin’s imagery really captures my imagination.

Hope you guys enjoy it :D

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for soooo loooong…

So pretty~

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Alex Heberling

meglish:

Check it out! I finally got my awesome Yuko Ota print up! It even matches my desk, aaahh! (I made it a big pic so we can all play “What the heck is that on Meg’s desk?”) You may note that my desk is 10% for work and 90% for toys. Eesh!

Speaking of, I’ve been Super Bummed lately, which has brought my productivity to a grinding halt (even affecting BSSMF this week, ugh). I suspect its related to not leaving the house much, and also gross seasonal wintertimes abloo bloo bloo. That would explain why I have been Super Bummed so often lately.

But thank you guys for sticking around and for nice notes and all that! You’re pretty awesome, and I’m getting out of this funk. Dan is also on break this week which has made things better (more leaving the house/seeing people) but also more chaotic. But anyway, thanks! ^__^

Oooooh, neat… is… is that desk attached to the cubey shelves?!  That’s so rad. *_*

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Alex Heberling

flying-goldfish:

F r e d d i e  M e r c u r y  ❤

How can you not love him?

T_T

Killer Queen is probably my favorite Queen song to sing… but Under Pressure is the one that always brings me to my knees blubbering, “NOOOOOOO FREDDIE WHY WERE YOU TAKEN FROM US TOO SOON ABLUBLUBLUB”

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Alex Heberling

rubitrightintomyeyes:

aims-d26:

yo something I did in animation class. (provided the link works)

An animated 1950’s Aperture Science logo as part of an assessment. 

Its pretty much a frame by frame animation to a point. 

Enjoip. Be sure to leave a like.

Ahh very nice work!  Looks like it could definitely be from one of their reels.

Cool!  I love how the banded-circle 70s-era logo turned into the particles orbiting the 50s logo.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

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Alex Heberling

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probablynothingatall:

elzahchan:

waiting4codot:

Do You Hear the Fandoms Sing?
A Parody of “Do You Hear the People Sing?”
Written and Performed by Codot

Do you hear the fandoms sing?
Singing of love that isn’t there?
Between the people that we know 
will never lay their feelings bare?
When we put our pen to page,
or place our fingers on the keys,
Our ships will sail through the feels 
of our OTPs.

Will you join in the belief
that John and Sherlock are a thing?
Or do you think instead
that Castiel would spread his wings
For a Winchester boy?
Holy shit what a joy, what a fling!

Do you hear the fandoms sing?
Singing of love that isn’t there?
Between the people that we know 
will never lay their feelings bare?
When we put our pen to page,
or place our fingers on the keys,
Our ships will sail through the feels 
of our OTPs.

We know Tony and the Cap
will share a love that’s filled with sass,
and we know Jonathan Crane,
will lust for Edward Nygma’s ass,
We will churn fanfics out,
Let us sing it or shout it en masse!

Do you hear the fandoms sing?
Singing of love that isn’t there?
Between the people that we know 
will never lay their feelings bare?
When we put our pen to page,
or place our fingers on the keys,
Our ships will sail through the feels 
of our OTPs.

PERFECT.