#headgrab

GIF #1 -This one and a couple of the following were pulled footage from when I was creating a PSA for plastic straws and how wasteful they are. 

GIF #2- Yummy yummy chip

GIF #3- People throw away so many straws and don’t think about it. Every straw thrown away has every little affect on the earth and how it processes humans waste being thrown into it.

GIF #4- The next couple of are footage taken from a royalty free site. I think this one could go for a shady situation.

GIF #5- ….what did you just say…

GIF #6- I hear yaaaaa

GIF #7- OH MY GOD

GIF #8- hmmm I see you

GIF #10- Not my business

GIF #11- This last gif I took from when I got my Rook piercing. ***PLEASE DO NOT WATCH IF YOU’RE SQUEAMISH***(click on keep reading to view)

Artist Statement:

When working on this project I had originally only work on videos in Premiere and converting them into GIF that way. I honestly like working with the layers and editing tools for GIFs in Photoshop a lot more than Premiere. Photoshop is more to the point and easier to delete certain layers to help cuts seem a little more subtle. It was interesting to see how subtle movements can change the GIF for either the bad or the good. It can create a reaction that is cute or funny or “ouch”! But can mean different things with different context put behind by the user of the GIF at the time. Overall this project was fun to work with and see the different workings of a different software I hadn’t use for this purpose.

          So, this may be my final message for quite a bit. I am not sure, we are supposed to be moving in tomorrow, and everyone wants to be fully packed by tomorrow morning so we can start moving after we all wake up and I get home from work (kill me please it is gonna suck). More than likely, the internet will be off tonight by the time I wake up, but who knows at this point. If so, I want everyone to know that I hope you all have safe days while I am gone, and do not push yourselves. I am unsure when I will be back, could be a day, could be a few months. We are unsure so far...

          I want to say thank you all for the love, and support through these hard days I’ve been having, and giving all the blogs all the love you have. It’s been great, and I want you all to know I will come back as soon as I can. If the internet isn’t off tonight, and we leave it on till tomorrow, I WILL be doing all my drafts and memes I get from here on. So any I get by the time I wake up, and previous / replies as well. I have a draft box of 64 right now, and will EMPTY IT entirely with replies into my Queue when I figure things out if I have time. If not...well...there will be nothing from this blog or any of my others till I get back. 

          Anywho, some memes are queued, and I want to leave special messages here for a few special people who’ve been with me and been the best for so long. 

@bellvdonna / Baby girl, I know you’ve been busy, I know you dont really check your blog, and I do hate to bug you on discord...so I think I’ll just leave this here for you perhaps to see if you come back when I am gone. I love you, my beautiful Kirsten, and hope you are doing well in your classes. I hope you are having good days, and that your life situation is going better. I hope you also have your infested room free of the spiders and get to return to it once more very soon. You’re never far from my thoughts, my beloved girl, and I want you to always know that.

@ryusxnka / Caleb, you’re amazing. I know we barely talk, and to be honest, it’s my fault entirely. I’ve...gotten nervous to message you anymore? You always seem like you’re so busy, and I dont want to bother you. But you’ve been one of the best brothers I could ever have --- like we aren’t even related, but you treat me better than even my own siblings did...and it means the world to me to have you around. Thank you so much. 

@rosesofflame / Little Leopard, I hope you’re doing well. It’s been a while since we last talked, and it’s my fault...but know I am never ignoring you. I just --- sometimes either am too busy, or forget to reply. I have a short attention span, and you already know that; it’s not an excuse, of course, but I do feel bad. I hope you are doing well though.

@shindera / Big sissy, I love you with all my heart. You are just straight up amazing, and I adore talking to you. I’m gonna miss chatting with you so much, and can’t wait to get back already so I can blow up your box with love and support, as well as lots of meme replies and stuffs! I hope you don’t miss me too much, and that you keep giving Cinder all the love she deserves. Keep being the best Cinder around!

@essentiavitae / Ahri-mun, I freaking adore your blog, and cant wait to return to give Ichi and Ahri more time! Like seriously, they are so cute together. Cute little playful friends, protective of one another, and teasing and just. It’s adorable! I look forward to our threads when I return!

@headgrab / Jill mun I cannot wait to return to our threads either! I need more Ichigo making Jill feel the weakling, protecting her, whereas they both are just fighting for whoever is the true protector of the other! I need more little interactions, more love and support for these two --- I need it all in my life! AND THEN I NEED TO BREAK THEM BOTH DOWN! MWAHAHAHAH! Ahem. Anyways. I cant wait, cause when I return, I’ve ideas :3c

He has been walking for over a week now, and yet, he just now noticed a person. Yet - this person was no one else but Jill Valentine - the woman he abducted and E N S L A V E D, just for her to appear later and watch Redfield along his little new friend killing him.

He didn’t know how to approach the woman, and he didn’t even wish to do so, but he would really like some answers and help where he could get it. He was going mad from walking days upon days, sustaining himself on mere sleep and some water. Even the gun she’d point at him appeared more appealing than keeping on walking past her and hoping to find civilization.

He would go into hiding, he promised himself, he would find a hole for himself to stay at and would never show his face - but he wanted at least S O M E T H I N G to grasp onto. A date, an idea.

Eyes close tightly, Chris buried his nose in Jill’s hair as she finally rested his head on top of him. He could feel the wires itching from beneath her head, but he said nothing, not intending to ruin the moment. Its not like something could be done about those anyway.

He simply wanted a moment for the both of them to remember, until the next time they would have to face each other for a different purpose altogether. For battle, for blood to be shed - if not tears.

Grip tightening, he took a deep breath and allowed one of his hands to wander to her lower back, to make sure she’d stay close. He cared so much for her, and he had to use this moment of control to say a proper goodbye. A goobye he didn’t get to say when he supposedly died jumping off the window to save her life.

The S.T.A.R.S. agent stopped,  gazing at the female for a moment. She looked strangely like herself and it warranted further investigation. 

He was locked in his office the whole day, sitting behind the keyboard. There was a lot of work to do but as this was a Saturday, he decided to allow everyone to leave home, saying he’ll take care of it. Indeed, he did. Wesker spent the rest of the day sitting and typing, filling up the reports for the rest - practically multitasking and jumping from file to file, doing the work of Alpha Team by himself.

Wesker simply didn’t wish to remain alone with his thoughts today. Anytime but today.

He completely neglected himself the day, and even stayed the night in his chair. All he did is to remove his glasses and lean his head back, fingers folded into each other and elbows rest on the armrests of his chair, ankles crossed on top of each other. The man didn’t bother getting himself water, a pastry that was left in the office’s fridge, or even use the restroom.

His eyes opened and head perked up ever so slightly at the sound of the lock opening and steps getting closer. Someone was entered the floor, coming for work... But it was Sunday morning. Shaking his head, the blonde looked into his phone -

17 missed calls. Five from Jill, seven from Chris, and a few more from the others. Looks like one of them tried to reach him, probably for work purposes, failed, contacted the others, and they all kept calling, thinking that something happened. Massaging the bridge of his nose, he pushed his chair back and placed the phone back on the table - it was on silent because he didn’t wish any calls interfering with his work.

He knew that someone came to where he was last seen to try and find him, and he pushed himself up and towards his office’s door. Just as he did so, the door opened - as it was unlocked.

“Do you remember anything? What they did to you?” she asked, looking at Jill almost as if it was the first time they were meeting, all over again. It had been nearly a decade since she last saw her, outside of the attack on Arcadia. If Jill had been under Umbrella control for that long...