“I’m not sure four of us is quite enough,” she said. Baze grunted dismissively and looked to Bodhi. “How many do we need?” “What are you talking about?” Jyn asked. Baze jutted a finger, pointing behind Jyn.
feeling the pull to the light side once again, searches the dangerous
deserts of Jakku late into the night to rescue his old friend, PoeDameron. At first he finds the jacket, but no pilot– devastated, he redoubles his efforts. He knows he’s alive, he can feel it.
In the force awakens Poe can’t remember what happens after the TIE
fighter crashed, he wakes up safely in the middle of nowhere… convenient or was BEN SOLO there to rescue you!?
She’d usually have a date night with my dad but since he’s no longer with us, I took her out. Trying to hard to fill in shoes that are way too big for me right now. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep a smile on my Queen’s face.
This year, don’t be afraid of creating things that look like you, sound like you, remind you of your own experiences. Even if you feel like you need to make your characters, your plot, your background as white as what you see in the media, no one can make something as unique as you! Your experience is valid, your emotions are valid, and you sure can put that on paper, or music, or on a screen!
This year is the one where we make our own experiences shine!
Us storyboard artists over on Spongebob Squarepants have been working hard to fill the door of our office with Spongebob post its… Here are some of those drawings. It goes like this, John Trabbic, Brian Morante, Fred Osmond, John Trabbic, Brian Morante, Fred Osmond, so on so forth!
SHOWKI ARE SO FUCKING DOMESTIC LIKE HOW CAN ANYONE NOT SHIP THEM LOOK HE PUT HIS HANDS ON SHOWNU’S BELLY IN THE SECOND PICTURE IM CRYYYYYYYYY (bonus: memelord hyungwon sleeping in a fetus position at the top left corner of the first picture oh god my heart hurts for you my meme son)
I hope you fall in love with dance.
I hope you fall in love so hard that it fills all of the dark places in your soul
With so much light.
That you find a sudden strength that gives you the power to fight
Through difficult times.
When we were young we were dazzled by these unreachable champions.
They wore beautiful dresses and they flew like birds across the stage.
We never could see the hours of practice and injuries at that age.
We only saw power and grace perfected.
There was so much love in that young, pigeoned toed dancer’s heart.
All she wanted to do was learn how to fly too.
How to learn to be a musician with her feet.
Creating rhythms that feel like a heart beat.
It was that little girl’s everything
Always keeping her awake at night with dreams.
And now she is older, she is you.
Standing before a mirror and not sure on what to do.
You’re tired and it feels like those dreams seemed to slip away
You can’t pin point when or what day
But somehow they did.
And you’re starting to feel undone.
As if failure has won.
But hope is not lost.
I hope the missing puzzle piece hits you one day,
When you finish that move you have been working months on.
When you finally get it and the pride comes rushing in.
When you finally win that 1st.
Let it all rush in and never let it go.
I hope you fall head over heels for dance once more.
Eager to walk through the studio’s doors
And make yourself into exactly who that little girl knew you could be.
Because you can.
I hope you fall so in love that it becomes the reason you breathe.
That it fills you with so much fulfillment and happiness,
That the blisters and bruises just don’t matter.
Because you proved that you could do it.
I hope that all of that love and passion pays off.
That one day, you will get that recall. That you might find yourself on that podium. Or whatever goal you dreamed of at night, while you ran through your steps in your head.
Right before bed,
Every night you saw yourself in that place.
I hope it becomes more than just a dream.
Because you have it in you.
I know you do.
The little girl knows you do.
83 years and this isn’t any of the things I was supposed to be working on and
it wound up being like 4k fuckin WHOOPS. Enjoy this Highly Predictable
up…! You have to get up! Oh shit, oh shit shit shit…”
behind cover, you desperately shook the man, calling his name. Your eye
squinted against the blood trickling into it – or was it from? Prepositions
were irrelevant, you decided, but the sting of the blood hardly mattered
weighed against the prone form of the archer beside you. He was whole, wholly –
hopefully – uninjured (Oh god, please, don’t let him be hurt), but definitely
going in that the mission would be a hellstorm, but you never in all horrific possibilities
expected Hanzo to flee his sniper’s perch – overwhelmed , probably. Talon wasn’t
stupid (entirely), they knew who their threats were and it made sense to go
after Hanzo, especially after he’d launched his Dragons into their numbers
twice already. Still, to see him fleeing…
Phil fucking Dan from behind, holding a belt around his throat to keep him in place. Dan’s been on edge for so long he’s boneless, settling his weight entirely on his spread knees and the leather around his neck, relaxing into it even as his breath comes shorter and shorter with each thrust from Phil.
Eventually Dan sinks his teeth into his lip, the sting providing some sort of sharp sensation to focus on, or else he feels like he’ll drift away like an untethered balloon. Phil’s cock is hot and hard and filling him up just right and so, so good and Dan’s vision is crackling at the edges, his head swimming from the intoxicating mixture of too good and not enough. He doesn’t realize he’s bitten through his lip until he tastes copper on his tongue and moans with it. Phil’s answering growl is loud in his ears, reverberating through his chest and making his insides twist deliciously.
Phil slides the belt up from his neck, ignoring Dan’s whine of protest, instead settling it between his teeth.
“Stupid whores don’t bleed until their masters tell them to,” Phil bites, and Dan’s head spins even farther out of orbit from that one sentence alone. He cums all across his own chest and the bedspread, his lips stretched around bloodied leather and a silent scream as he feels Phil release inside of him moments later.