Sometimes all I want to do is focuse on his eyes. And I know I’ll never be able to get all the nuances even if I paint him a million times

So it’s both a challenge, and a pleasure 

(About 4 hours work, this one is little!)

I wanted to thank @duskybatfishgirl and @thistie while I think about it because I very often find modeles for my paintings on their great Blogs

And I’m reading  @khorazir’s “Enigma”which is fascinating. If you loved ‘The Imitation Game’ don’t miss it !

You have a great week end my Fandom!

@breakdawn-avenue said: AND mama!

@hmgj-r15-stuff said: yes! and her mother! just not another mess like S3 Yusho…

Yes! We should all hope that his mother is involved. I, for one, would do anything to get another Yoko.

Unless, of course, Yusaku has a present father and a missing mom? Wow what if he’s taking on the Knight boys in an effort to find his mom


Warnings: This is about Post-War Joe in his wheelchair, no harm is meant by this, just angst.

Imagine hearing a loud crash and a recognizable, “DAMN IT.” in your kitchen, you turn over to see Joe is gone.

“Joe, honey?” You called, walking into the kitchen to find him on the ground, a glass shattered on the floor and tears falling from his face.

“What happened?” You gasped, going to pull him back up into his wheelchair.

“I wanted some water, but I didn’t want to wake you up so I went to get it myself but I couldn’t reach it and when I did it slipped.” He bit his lip, small tears leaking from his eyes. “I just wanted to do something for myself, ya know? I wanted I do it myself!“ He choked out, slamming his fist on the cabinet he sat by.

You jumped slightly at the sound. You sat next to him, putting your hand over his, “Joe, look I understand things aren’t the same and you can’t do some things. But that’s’ why I’m here. Joe, I love you. All of you. And if this is what it takes to be there for you, to take care of you, then I’ll do it. Cmon, let’s go to bed.” You raised one of your hands to gentle wipe at his tears.

He takes a few deep breathes, looking into your eyes before nodding softly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I just thank god, I didn’t lose you.”

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 


Johnny please let Doyoung love his baby ♥♥

You completely destroyed me. You shattered my heart into a million pieces and didn’t even help me pick them back up.

But now there’s a new guy who actually cares about me… although that will never change the fact that whenever he touches me I will always feel you. When he runs his fingers down my leg all I want to do is cry, when he kisses my lips I want to scream, his gray eyes somehow turn into your brown ones, and when he grabs my hand I want to run away and never look back. But I need to tell my heart to relax, because I know he won’t break me like you did.

And can you try to explain that to me? Even though he gives me the world when you couldn’t, I will always be helplessly brought back to you. You treated me like dirt but I will always love you with every piece of my broken heart.