The deleted scenes happened after this one where Nick gives Adalind his shirt. Look at Nick right here. Trying not to let the way Adalind looks in his shirt affect him. Look at that peek he takes as she walks away. He can’t help himself. Poor guy. lol
Grimm | Nadalind - Nick Burkhardt x Adalind Schade
i don’t know how you watch the first 5 min of into the badlands and not immediately love it just for the aesthetic. it’s apocalyptic but brightly colored, guns are banned for some reason so that fighting via samurai swords is the main method of action, the protag rides a motorcycle and wears sunglasses … the aesthetic in this show alone is worth it
I dont care what people say, I’ll love that scene til the end of time.
I mean, a gorgeous man litteraly comes out of a closet and is told to be free! Come on! I know it can be seen as transphobic, because it was meant to be funny (such a shame), but as the theatre laughed I actually found that scene quite touching.
Anyway, Alexis Loizon is definitely an Ally and doesn’t stop liking stanfou art on instagram. I love my life.
Omg. If you need requests I am happy to ask. I always figured you were super busy. I absolutely love your language and the way you describe a scene. I can't put down anything of yours I've read. Ok. Praise done. Two ideas. Roll with what inspires you. Gajevy: breakfast in bed for pregnant Levy who has morning sickness/weird cravings and keeps sending the food Gajeel makes her back. OR Levy & Gajeel have to take care of Lily who has accidentally gotten drunk.
Your praise destroyed me. I needed a minute before writing. Hahahaha. Thank you so, so much!! I decided on the first one because it just seemed so cute???
;The Woes Of Pregnancy
Levy eased herself up off the cushion. No matter how she tried to settle, the nausea just wouldn’t let her relax. It was as though the very lining of her stomach had come unravelled and now sat in her throat, waiting to explode all over the clean bed sheets. She shivered at the thought.
‘All right,’ Gajeel’s voice was partially muted in the hallway. He appeared in the doorway a moment later, a tray laden with food balanced in one hand. ‘I brought every kind of sweet I could think of. I even asked Erza for help. If you don’t like these, it ain’t my fault. It’s hers.’
Levy let out a quiet laugh. Gajeel was doing his best to take care of her – actually, he was doing more than his best. He was exhausting her with his efforts. He treated her like glass with cracks along its base, just threatening to give way. Levy didn’t want to burden him. She wanted this – her pregnancy, the birth of their first child – to be a blessing. Not a curse.
Gajeel set the tray down on the bed and sat beside it. ‘Does the smell do anything?’ he asked. ‘You feel sick? Woozy? Anything?’
Levy took a cautious breath. ‘No…not yet.’
Levy’s morning sickness had started late into her pregnancy. Late enough that her stomach was already swollen to an amount that said pregnant and not really loves her sweets. Though, both of those things were true.
Placing a hand on her stomach, she opened her mouth and waited for the first bite of what would probably tip her over the edge. Gajeel slipped a finger-shaped cookie into her mouth. Coated in sugar, it spread a sweet taste through Levy’s body. Taking a bite out of it, she swallowed a small piece and waited for the inevitable to come. It didn’t.
Gajeel stared at her stomach, as though it might show signs of the outcome. Levy found herself laughing. His gaze snapped up to her own.
‘What’re you so happy about?’ he asked.
‘I just am,’ she said, tears trickling onto her cheeks. ‘I’m so happy, Gajeel.’
Gajeel reached over the tray to trail a hand across her cheek. ‘You’ve become a real crybaby, Levy,’ he said.
Levy pouted. ‘I can’t help it.’
‘Yeah, yeah. So how was it? Think you can eat another?’
‘Yeah!’ No. As soon as the word left her mouth a tide of nausea undulated through her body, crawling steadily, slowly, out of the pit of her stomach. She gripped the duvet in one fist, Gajeel’s arm with the other, and let out a heavy breath.
‘Don’t you dare!’ he warned. ‘If I have to change again today I’m revoking the rule on wearing clothes in the house.’
Levy couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled to the surface. ‘Stop making me laugh,’ she scolded. ‘I feel sick as it is.’
When the nausea seemed to pass, Levy drew in a long breath and held it, too afraid to let it out.
‘You have to eat something,’ Gajeel muttered. ‘I’ll get Lily to bring something over. What do you want?’
Levy shook her head. ‘No more running around,’ she said.
‘Lay here with me,’ she said. ‘Please. Just for a little while.’
Gajeel let out a long sigh. ‘You gotta eat afterwards, got it?’
Levy nodded. ‘Promise!’
Gajeel moved the tray onto the bedside table and quickly crawled into bed beside her. Levy nuzzled against his side, feeling comforted by his presence.
‘It’s really weird that your cravings are all over the place,’ he said. ‘I mean, you crave something and enjoy it, and then the same thing makes you sick. It’s like your stomach’s playing tug of war with what you eat.’
Levy’s lips twitched up into a smile. ‘Yeah…it’s certainly strange.’ She glanced up at her husband and slid her arm across his chest. ‘Well, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, when Wendy comes for a visit.’
As it turned out, Levy’s stomach was playing a game of tug of war with her cravings. Or, rather, the troublesome twins inside her womb were.
billiejoearmstrong: just watched “turn it around!: the story of east bay punk” documentary. I am floored.. the most epic comprehensive story of a music scene i’ve ever witnessed.. I love my friends.. I love the absolute passion that went into this collective effort to make the world a better place. i can’t wait to watch it again. #turnitaround #eastbaypunk #warandpeace #punx #dwk