how much money did this girl spend on custom t-shirts in the name of stop-motion anime titties
Well there are 25 frames in this GIF. Meaning she bought well… 25 shirts. Assuming the shirts cost $15.95 each, she spent $398.75. Not including shipping. So with shipping she spent over $400 to make a stop motion of anime titties.
You’re doing god’s work, soldier. You are a true beacon of hope in the world of anime titties.
Or, alternately, she got a pack of plain white shirts at walmart or something and did iron-ons herself.
Which leaves us with:
t-shirts (approx $12 per five pack) = $60
Iron on paper can be as low as 50 sheets for $12
So we’ve got $72 dollars, which is still a lot for animated anime titties
One of the tumblr users I follow put it best: “How do you deal with the loss of someone you never met, but who had such an effect on you?”
In my family we deal by telling stories.
This story starts more than thirty years ago, when my aunt Linda met Robin Williams in the service elevator at a hotel. She immediately turned into a ditzy girl: “Ohhh I’m a huuuuge faaaan”, snuggling up to him and petting his arm and so on.
We know this because she relayed this story over a holiday dinner shortly therafter, probably hoping that we (and I say ‘we’ even though I personally had yet to be born) would be star-struck and bask in her presence.
This is not what happened, because my mother (an actress) was LIVID, because you just don’t DO that kind of thing.
"LINDA!" She said, appalled: "Why would you DO that?"
"Oh don’t be silly Deborah, they love that kind of thing."
My mother did not, and would not agree with this, and calmly asked: “Linda, why do you think he was in the SERVICE ELEVATOR?”
My aunt Linda didn’t have a reply to that.
Fast forward a year or so, I have now been born, and my older brother is undergoing open heart surgery and treatments surrounding it, and my mother, on the way home from one of his treatments, happened to run into Robin Williams in a parking garage. She WANTED to apologize for her sister’s behavior, but all she said was: “Mr. Williams, I’ve always enjoyed your work.” And that was that.
I have consoled myself today with the thought that she’ll be waiting for him, when he gets off the boat or crosses the bridge or comes through the gates or however it is he decides to traverse to the afterlife, so that she can greet him with: “Robin.” (Because nobody needs titles or surnames in the afterlife, why would they?) “Robin, I’ve always enjoyed your work, and have I got a story to tell you.”
Winds in the east, mist coming in,
Like something is brewing, about to begin.
Can’t put my finger on what lies in store,
But I fear what’s to happen
All happened before.