“The persistence of memory”. Sometimes both time and memory just melts away. I guess the brain just has a limited capacity of storage, so it sometimes clears up space to make room for more. Daily illustration 15/365. #illustration #dali #minimalism #graphicdesign #dailyillustration #howiseethings #design #memory #time
IMAGINE: reader doesn’t want any kind of relationship with Carl but keeps casually trying to convince her.
You rode a skateboard to school when your mom couldn’t drive you, so Carl could find you anywhere you went with the very sight of a neon pink skateboard nearby. He jogged alongside you one morning as you looked on down the street calmly while he talked to you. “You like pizza? My family was gonna get some tonight if you wanna watch the game with us,” he hinted. “I don’t do football and I only like combination pizza,” you sighed. “We’ll get one of those. Maybe we can watch Liam’s dinosaur movies instead,” he persisted. “Maybe some other time. See you in algebra,” you answered as you rode off to the opposite end of the school where your friends were. He came to a stop and watched you walk inside the building. You were so cool to him, totally confident and tough; he liked it all.
He tapped your shoulder and nodded his head to the sleeping teacher in your lunch detention. “How much are you willing to bet me that I can hide all her stuff and draw a dick on her forehead without waking her in five minutes. Chucky and Val pushed it up to thirty-five,” he smirked. “How much are you askin’?” you asked him in reply. He turned to you with a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down. “I won’t date-” “Your skateboard,” he cut you off. Your lips parted a syou thought about it. “Deal,” you smirked. Well—that teacher bitch never woke up. He collected your skateboard after school, claiming it for himself with a Red Bull sticker in the middle of its backside. Now what were you gonna do? You couldn’t just walk, you lived too far. Maybe you could steal it back? Win a bet to get it back? You knew Carl, and things always had to be done in a sketchy fashion.
You sighed as you knocked on his door the next afternoon and thought over this decision to simply ask for it back. Fiona Gallagher answered the door. “Can i help you?” she asked. “I’m Carl’s friend, Y/N. Is he here?” you asked her. She turned back toward her house and called out her brother’s name to which you heard him bolt from somewhere in the house to the door. “Hey,” he said coolly. You cocked a brow as you said hello back. “Look, I know you won it fair and square but that board is kinda my only ride at the moment,” you said hopefully. Carl hesitated before he looked over his shoulder. “You wanna come inside and get it?” he again insinuated. He seemed hopeful and you were hesitating. You smiled as you nodded, “I’d love to.”
You spent the next two hours having dinner at Carl’s house and hanging out with him and his family. Carl convinced you to go out with him as you were leaving, which you had to admit, was an opportunity long overdue.
1. Blake needs Sun. No, I’m not talking in a romantic sense (though I do like Black Sun), I’m talking in a motivational sense. Sun is persistent, and although that persistence can be irking at times, it does not wane. He won’t let her run away, and which is something she needs to stop doing if she is going to grow. Yes, Blake has developed a lot, but she still runs away from her problems, rather than facing them head-on. Sun can help put a stop to that.
2. Remember in chapter 4, when Qrow scoffed, “Luck”?
He didn’t just say that because he was the one killing the Grimm. He said it because he knows that with him around, good luck isn’t exactly a thing.
3. Qrow may have been with Summer when she died, and (if that’s true) blames himself.