One of my favorite things about the crying scene was that Victor did technically help in the end. Yuuri says he feels better after crying, and honestly it’s hard to overstate my appreciation for stories that embrace crying as a healthy outlet for emotional distress. It’s just that Victor, bless him, was being a dumbass and did it by accident.
It’s basically like when you’re doing a math problem and you screw up twice but your screw-ups cancel each other out and you end up tripping and faceplanting into the right answer anyway.
Andrew put his racquet down in front of Neil like a shield
The King’s Men by Nora Sakavic, chapter 17
This is definitely one of my favorite images, I’m not sure I can emphasize this enough.
Little points about this scene, anyway:
Riko uses a heavy racquet, we’re told this in The Raven King when Neil’s shopping for his one racquet: “Kevin used a heavy with the Ravens, but he’d switched to a light racquet after his injury. Riko still used one.“ (The Raven King, chapter 11)
When Aaron uses Neil’s own heavy racquet on Drake, we get this: “He brought Neil’s racquet up and around in an underhanded swing so hard and fast air whistled through the tight strings.” (TRK ch11) When Riko attacks Neil, this is the description: “Riko’s racquet got close enough that Neil heard wind whistling through the strings,“ (TKM ch17) There’s no way this isn’t a deliberate call back, just in case we weren’t sure Riko was about to kill Neil.
Also, this is one of the first things we learn about Andrew: “Two years ago some men attacked Nicky outside of a nightclub. Andrew was within his rights to defend Nicky, but he’d almost killed the four of them“ (The Foxhole Court, chapter 2)** And throughout the series we do see Andrew resort to violence easily enough, and generally it would be considered excessive. But in this scene, though? Maybe you could argue that he could have disarmed Riko instead of breaking his arm, but given that Riko was about to commit murder despite the crowd, I don’t think that would be enough to stop him. And whether it was or not - Andrew stopped him, and that’s it. No retaliation, no further violence, just this - “Andrew put his racquet down in front of Neil like a shield“. Making it clear he will protect Neil, and that’s all.
(and sure the situations are different in many ways, but most of those only matters if Andrew cares about the consequences, for him or for Neil or for the rest of the Foxes) ((and if you want to be optimistic and look at the situation with kindness (which, let’s be honest, i always want to do), it also comes down to a difference in Andrew in himself, who doesn’t need as much anymore to lose himself to violence when those he considers his are threatened))
Anyway though, none of this matters to my initial point, which is :
Andrew using his racquet to shield Neil
which is an image I’m never going to grow tired of.
**((now i think we should keep in mind that neil knows that second hand, and i’m pretty sure when it comes to a foster kid out of juvie defending his cousin against homophobic assault, facts are not presented with much sympathy. still we see enough of Andrew’s MO to know that it wasn’t far from the truth))
Some things to remember about the scene where Eren defends Mikasa:
1- Eren was aware of how delicate his situation was and kept quiet no matter how bad the things that were thrown at him (“monster” “it’s better to kill him” “experiment on him and then dispose of him”), but it was impossible for him to keep silent seeing them throwing accusations at Mikasa.
2- Eren’s language when he screams “NO!” was very informal, which counts as something very disrespectful and unfavorable coming from someone in his situation, throughout the entire court Eren kept a formal speech until they brought up Mikasa and persisted enough for him to lose it and not care anymore (when he calms down after that he rectifies by using a more respectful term, but point still stands)
3- Eren sure had things to say to the people present there from the start, but it wasn’t until they brought up Mikasa into it
that he couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to let them hear what he had to say which resulted in him getting his ass kicked by captain smurf
4- “I may be a monster”,
he says thisnot caring about the dangerous consequences it entails, just as long as it keeps Mikasa off the hook
this moment is so small and weirdly lit that there’s really nothing to be done with it gifset-wise but i had to gif it anyway bc it’s the only shot of sabo in film gold that i hadn’t been spoiled for before watching it and even tho it’s only like 2 sec his beauty in it blows me away
I wonder as a fellow Servamp fan, what do you think of Kuro`s lion form? I find is pretty cool, still wonder if it can use other attacks or and what the Creator had in mind while making such big lion. Anyway I would love see you try drawing that lion form. *somehow imagine Mahiru riding on Kuro the lion* xD
Kuro’s lion form is really cool, the comeback of Mahiru and lion Kuro is one of my favorite scenes in the manga. In his big form he must be very mighty and his attacks might be very strong, I think their creator, as far as I can think about it, might have liked creating something so monstrous and dangerous yet elegant. Could feel great to create the king of all animals? Now I wonder if the other Servamps have the ability to transform as well. Okay, me drawing this big and dangerous lion capable of destroying whole cities and a brave Mahiru riding him ? Sure Thing!
hi there! Would you please make a coloring tutorial? I'm sorry if you already have one, I sawe a gif tutorial and your psds, but I was wondering if you could guide us into a coloring tutorial! Thanks anyways!
hey! i’m sorry i took so long, i’m a procrastinator and this takes motivation lmao. so please like/reblog this if you found it useful. i’m gonna show y’all how to go from this:
Author: The one who is completely obsess with Peter, Kate
Warnings: Um… Kissing? There’s a fight scene…
A/N: HECK YES GUYS!!! First, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to ‘anonymous’ for the PROMPT and requesting this fic! It’s my favorite one that I’ve written. Anyways… Guys! Can’t you tell how much better my writing is when I have a prompt? AND it’s not so fluffy that you’re suffocating in all the fluff… Okay, sorry, sorry go ahead and read the fic now…
“Y/N!” Peter whispered. You were both in History class, in the computer lab, working on a research project that you had paired up with your best friend, Peter Parker for. Well, you were supposed to be working on the project, anyway.
“What?” You breathed back through the pen that you were subconsciously chewing on, your eyes still focused on Daniel through the monitors. This was the only class you could secretly spy on your semi-crush without anyone catching your gaze. Unfortunately, Peter knew you better than anyone, sometimes even your self. And, he was also slightly jealous that Daniel was getting more of your attention than he was. A few months ago, he had started developing feelings for you, but then he got bit by that spider, and he couldn’t tell you. He just couldn’t put you in that danger of being in a relationship with a superhero.
“You’re doing it again!” Peter said, looking at you exasperatedly. You looked at him, biting your lip. You could stay on track most of the time, but you had completed today’s work yesterday, while Peter was out of class, for some reason.
“Doing what?” You asked guiltily, knowing perfectly well what Peter was accusing you of.
“Y/N, you’re staring at Daniel! And we’re supposed to be working!” Peter looked at you with round eyes. You bit your lip harder, trying to contain a blush. You didn’t think that Peter would be watching you.
“I’m not looking at him!” You insisted, cringing at your high-pitched voice. It always was higher when you were lying or mad. Peter titled his head to the side, laying on his unbelief very heavily. You huffed, and went back to your computer, checking that all your deadlines for the project were set. Finding nothing to do, you opened up the school newspaper online. Your article came up first under the title New York’s Very Own Masked Hero. Peter looked at your screen disinterestedly. ‘Another one?’ he thought. For weeks, he had been trying to dissuade you from following Spider-Man so closely, seeing as he loved you too much to put you in that danger of knowing that your best friend was the one under the mask. He wished he could tell you, but he wouldn’t until it put you in more danger to not know.
Growing bored with your article drafts, you started zoning out, taking a peak around your monitor every once in a while to sneak another look at Daniel. Peter noticed your frequent head movements, and grew more frustrated with your behavior.
“Stop looking at him!” His tone caught your attention right away, it was full of annoyance at you, and it was quite obvious you were daydreaming, as normal.
“Peter, we’ve already finished our wor-”
“You like him, don’t you?” He asked, accusingly. You stuck your tongue out at him. Peter cracked, and a smile shone through his annoyance. You turned back to your computer, trying to focus and actually get this survey up online. Slowly, so you wouldn’t notice, Peter slipped a black notebook from your backpack. Though he wasn’t supposed to know what it was, Peter knew it was full of all your writing prompts and fanfics. On more than one occasion, he had found stories of Spider-Man saving you, and it had always helped him focus during long nights of stopping crime. He just wanted to check one thing. If you were having difficulty analyzing a situation, or you were very emotional about something, you would often write stories from multiple different viewpoints to help you calm down and remember exact details. He opened to the last entry he had read, and flipped through a few more of the pages. Just skimming the pages, he saw titles for ‘Daniel and the Dinosaurs’ which was apparently another one of your nightmares that “dream” Daniel had saved you from. There were also imagines about movie nights, and just becoming closer to Daniel. Peter mocked the name in his head, feeling more down by the second. He wasn’t included in any of these stories, where as before, he normally had a 1:3 ratio.
‘Maybe she would like me better than him if she knew I was Spider-Man.’ Thought Peter, as he saw yet another Spider-Man fan page. He slipped the notebook back, and rested his jaw on his crossed arms, trying to ignore his thoughts of revealing his secret.
Finally, school was out for the day, and History class had been moved to the black depths of your memory. You skipped up to Peter’s locker, a pencil behind your ear, and your notebook in your arms.
“Hey, Peter! Guess what!” You laughed ecstatically. He looked up from his backpack, which always seemed to be stuffed, even on the days you didn’t have homework, and smiled. Your conscious noticed the smile didn’t nearly reach his eyes, like they normally do, but you shook it off.
“What’s up?” He asked, focusing back on his locker.
“I totally nailed our Algebra test!” You grinned. “Guess all that tutoring paid off, huh, Parker?” He smiled an answer, and this one was sad, too. You were about to ask what was wrong when your phone beeped an alert from your police scanner app.
“Armed robbery on 13th.” You read out loud. MIdtown wasn’t far from there, and if your hurried, you might be able to get some pictures of Spider-Man in action.
“I’ve got… I’ve got to go.” Peter sputtered, pulling on his backpack quickly.
“Yeah, me too.” You clicked your phone off.
“Y/N, don’t go to the robbery.” Peter said quickly.
“And why not? What if Spider-Man is there? I can get some great pic-”
“Just… don’t. It’s dangerous. What if you get hurt?” You didn’t get to answer; Peter was already gone.
“Spider-Man will make sure I won’t.” You smiled, pulling a battered camera out of your backpack. You tried to run fast through the streets, bumping into multiple people who threw dirty looks at your back. Slowly and cautiously, you rounded the corner of 13th, and snapped a few shots of the police barricades. You continued round the mob of people, and surreptitiously slipped through the police. The bank came into view, and you heard a loud voice echoing through the building. You silently slunk through the doors, and squatted, your camera at the ready.
“So, Spidey, looks like your all webbed up.” A coarse voice laughed. Again, you moved silently closer to the action. You expected to see the burglars stuck in webs, as was normal. Instead you saw your hero plastered to the wall in a net of webs that looked significantly different from the formula that you had spent months memorizing. Spider-Man was stuck. You gasped, and 3 men wielding guns and daggers turned at the sound. The eyes on Spider-Man’s mask widened with the proportion of his actual eyes.
“NO! Y/N GET OUT OF HERE!” Peter yelled, his chest rising rapidly. You turned to run, but the biggest man with a dagger caught your arm, and twisted it painfully behind your back. Your eyes filled with terror as you felt the cold metal of the dagger push your throat. Peter was going berserk. He twisted back and forth through the web, trying anything to get to you, to save you.
“Look at that, boys. Spider-kid has a girlfriend!” The robber laughed, pressing the dagger even tighter against your throat. Your breathing was uneven and shallow as you felt the skin break underneath the pressure.
“Please, please don’t hurt h-her. Do whatever you want-t to me, but don’t hurt her.” Spider-Man pleaded as he saw a bead of crimson blood roll down your snow white neck. Peter searched his mind frantically for anything, anything that would help. If he tried to cut open the web, you would die. If he tried to web the dagger, you would die. An idea came to him as he saw a tear roll out of your crystal blue eyes. He had installed that frequency emitter next to his web shooters. It would emit a sound frequency that would shock the villains into a neurological stupor until the police came, and he could reach it the button. He looked at you again, and realized it would affect you too. And he had never tested it before to see if the effect was permanent.
“WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT!” The villain holding Y/N screamed. You had twisted your head to bite his arm, and you also stepped on his foot to try and release his grip. He loosened his grip slightly, and you twisted out of his arm, but his dagger caught the flesh underneath your shoulder deep. You tripped, and one of the other robbers caught you, pressing his gun into your cut. Tears filled your eyes as the gun rubbed the wound. The man you had bitten pulled out a pistol, and aimed in straight at your forehead.
“Hope you don’t mind, Spidey, but I’m going to have to kill the girl.” He said, cocking the gun. Peter slammed the frequency button, hoping against hope it would do something. Time seemed to slow as Peter watched the trigger being pulled, and then everyone collapsed in their spots. Peter cut the web, and fell on the floor, terrified to see what state you were in. You were sprawled on the ground, a tear still midway down your cheek. Peter anxiously held you to his chest, checking your forehead for any wounds. The trajectory of the bullet had been messed up when the robber fell, and had grazed the skin just above your right eye, but it wasn’t deep. Peter breathed for the first time in a minute, and picked you up like a baby.
You woke up suddenly on a small bed. Your heavily bandaged arm ached from the muscle spasm of regaining consciousness, and you felt extremely dizzy sitting up. You fell back onto the bed.
“Y/N. You’re awake. Thank goodness you’re awake.” A blurry version of Spider-Man’s mask swam into your eyesight. You mouthed a question, but no noise came out.
“Y/N. Y/N. Do you remember me?” Spider-Man asked in a very familiar voice.
“How-how do you know my name?” You asked, your head throbbing. That was Peter’s voice, but he couldn’t be Spider-Man. You were just hallucinating.
“I-uh. I’ve read your articles about me.” The hero obviously lied, turning his head down just like Peter normally does. You looked around as your vision cleared. Peter’s room. You were in Peter’s room on his bed. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room? You reached up to the mask with shaky fingers. Peter instantly froze at your touch. It felt like a zap of electricity through the mask. You bit your lip, and pulled the mask off. Your hand fell back to your side as Peter’s face was unveiled. A thousand, no a million questions raced through your mind as gibberish stumbled out of your mouth. Peter’s eyebrows knit together in guilt.
“Peter? You’re Spider-Man?” You croaked. He nodded solemnly. You started laughing as it all came together. The missed classes, the sad smiles, the dog-eared Spider-Man fics in your notebook, the secrecy…
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Peter was very concerned at your abrupt laughter.
“Ugh. I feel so stupid! Please tell me you weren’t the one that was reading my Spider-Man stories! Peter!” You giggled at his smile.
“You, you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you?”
“Peter, I’m so mad that I could kill you, but can we save that for later when I have full use of my arms?” He smiled, and your melted at the sight of your protector. Your Spider-Man. Your Peter. Your best friend. All the same person, the boy that stole your heart.
Neither of you could say exactly what happened in that moment, but your hearts started beating as one.
“Peter, I think I love you.” You whispered. Slowly, Peter leaned closer to you, until his breath tickled your lips, his arms supporting his weight of either side of you. You tilted your head up until your lips connected. Peter melted into your touch. His arms wrapped under your back, and you felt his biceps flex as he sighed against your neck.
“So, do you like me better than Daniel?” He mumbled. You didn’t answer until he lifted his head to look into your eyes. You sighed at the sight of his warm brown eyes so close to yours.
“Remember when you told me to stop looking at him?” You asked him, and he smiled, awaiting your response. “Well, I guess you were right, because I like looking at you a lot more.” He leaned in for another kiss, and your lips smiled against his.
Inktober 2016 - Day 21. One of my favorite scenes from an amazing fanfic called “The Dark Duke” by okieday17. Again, it’s not finished and I don’t know if it’s still going on, but I really recommend it anyway!
Better later than never anyway….day 3 of #PotterWeekPrompts: Ickle Firsties! One of my favorite scenes in book one was the sorting hat, so there you go!
I’m probably not going to be able to fully complete this challenge, le sigh. Apartment annoyances combined with tons of work will probably stop me, but I have sketches for two more of them that I like so I’m going to focus on making those two good instead of doing them all. :)
still obssessed with wakfu hahaha ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ *bricked* anyway, first half of something like a sketch dump for my favorite ship Tristeva (aka Tristepin/Evangelyne). sketched these out some time ago and all scenes are referenced from season one of the series. i feel so bad about messing up goultard! ;n; i hadn’t planned on coloring… but my hand apparently had other plans ( = 3 =)ﾉ
So I just started watching Ed because of your posts about it and accidentally watched up to episode 15 of season 4. I definitely have a few favourite episodes but mostly just appreciate all of Tom Cav's gloriousness. Do you have a favourite Ed moment?
Ed. Such a fantastic show. A town where nothing incredibly bad ever happens, but it’s still engaging and smart and OH MY GOD ED AND CAROL GET TOGETHER ALREADY JESUS.
If I have to pick one, I’m going with the end of S2, where Ed shows up at Carol’s house and says “I won a duck” as his exceptionally convincing reason for being there.
And then they kiss and CAROL LEAVES WITH DENNIS ANYWAY (wtf Carol?) but Ed’s got this great slow smile because he KNOWS.
It’s a show filled with adorable moments, though, like flinging waffles at her roof (okay, the suit of armor scene is just cringeworthy, but “look at me, I’m adorable!” is awesome). One of the things I like most is that Ed turns out to be a really good friend to Carol. Yes he has feelings for her, but the show isn’t just three seasons of him scheming to get into her pants and getting turned down every episode. Rather it’s three seasons of him becoming friends with and falling in love with the real, complex, imperfect Carol.
One favorite episode is from the 4th season (and is directed by Tom himself!) which is one I’d love The Flash to do a take on: where Carol is trying to write a novel on a deadline and winds up imagining her friends in a variety of situations, including a zombie movie, pirate story, and crazy legal case - with the dialogue turning into keyboard mashing. How great would it be to see HR’s semi-fictional version of Team Flash?