yeah, well, you know, as thrilling as the next adventure might be, in the end…you’re always left with that same feeling. sometimes you gotta…choose what you’re gonna keep and…and what you’re gonna let go.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over how right before Jason et al barge into the room and start preparing for the bar mitzvah, the very second before that door opens, Whizzer was getting ready to give up. He was literally just about to lay down and die, but then his family showed up and he put on a brave face instead. He didn’t ask them to leave, he didn’t ask for a minute or tell them he wasn’t up for a bar mitzvah or for anything else. He just smiled and lasted as long as he could before quietly slipping away and if that’s not love I don’t know what is.
You know, if Soma does die, at least Ciel will finally experience some fucking consequences for his actions. It’ll be the first time since the Jack the Ripper arc that Ciel will have to deal with people close to him dying suddenly without his consent. What with this on top of Lizzy’s unwillingness to return home and her implied knowledge about the contract, it seems like this’ll be the arc where all of Ciel’s platitudes about “standing on a pile of dead allies” will finally be put to the test.
I am proud to say that after all that chaos and fighting, and with a little insider help, I am proud to say that the user Nick Slick Wilde, a user from YouTube who has been taking Zootopia artists work without permission and posting videos to make money from them has been officially taken down.
Above is the result from going to his YT page.
I would like to everyone who spread the word and the artists who pitched in to make sure that he never would never do this again. This shows that not just the Zootopia community, but the artists community as well shows that we do not take likely to art thieves, especially those who harass and threaten people when they realize they’ve been caught. So again to everyone involved, thank you.
Actions speak louder than words, and when Cassian doesn’t believe you could love someone like him, you decide to show him just how wrong he is.
never felt the need to announce himself. He preferred to be quiet and fluid—an
observer—rather than an overcoming presence that captured everyone’s breath the
second he entered a room. When it was prudent, he could make himself big. He
could peel away at even the most layered egos in a quiet, intimate setting,
where his voice barely had to raise above a whisper to sound dominant…but that
was only when it was necessary. His interactions with others were always
thought out, creating a sort of delicate ecosystem on the base where half of
the people ducked their eyes down when he passed by, and the other half only
knew him through vague rumors that were often written off. It kept him
unpredictable to everyone except you.
you managed to figure him out, and the only thing about that that surprised you,
was the fact that he was completely okay with it. You had a mutual fascination
with one another, and soon, that fascination turned into a sweltering romance.
first it was just sex with a purpose. You’d give each other a much needed
release from the tension that the cause
gave you on a daily basis, but soon, you appreciated each other for more than
that. You’d hang around each other simply because you enjoyed each other’s
presence. You kept things quiet, only interacting at night when he’d slip into
your room and wrap his arms around you. Words were few and far between on both
ends because you knew that if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, and
that sort of vulnerability wasn’t an opulence you had as long as the fight was
going on. It was a strange relationship. The sort of thing that only you both
understood, but it worked.