her face expression

Okay something that’s been on my mind about Moana. 

I can’t name another film that romanticizes and older woman like this one. Grandma Tala was not just a wise old lady, she was a rounded character. She was lively and wasn’t confined in her actions to stay graceful. Her face was expressive, she was allowed to make funny faces and be a comic relief. She was just as much of the “rebellious princess” as Moana herself.

And better yet, she was wearing clothes that didn’t entirely cover her up. They exposed her back and limbs, and even animated her under-arm flab. She, and her age, were celebrated rather than diminished. I mean really, when’s the last time you saw an old lady with exposed skin, large/unapologetic tattoos, who had a bechdel-passing relationship with her granddaughter that glorified the unique bond between two women?

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My favorite part about this kiss is how intense Dylan/Stiles’ face is. He’s kissing her like she’s his lifeline, the air he breathes. He’s so consumed in this moment, in this kiss, in Lydia. You can feel how much he loves her and how much this moment means to him. This is everything Stiles has spent the past 10 years building up to, and the intensity with which he kisses Lydia is like none I’ve ever seen. Lydia holds onto to Stiles, kissing him back just as forcefully, and we get this incredible moment that seems to stop time. I just can’t get over how much you can tell that this is quite possibly the most important day of Stiles’ life just by the expression he makes when kissing Lydia. It’s gentle and intense and heartbreaking all at the same time. You can feel the gentleness he possesses for Lydia, but it’s also this intense fire that burns hot enough to consume them both. It’s so amazing that these two completely opposite things can exist simultaneously in just one expression. Dylan never ceases to amaze me with how much he understands Stiles as a character and his unconditional love for Lydia.

No need to hide your thoughts, boi.

Your face says it all.

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I think my ❤ is gonna burst! I’m inspired by ALL of you. #ThankYouFor sharing ur stories and hearts with me. I see, hear, and love you all 😌

I realized that even though I’d included Ventress redesigns in two different historical AUs, I’d never actually drawn her properly? So here she is in all of her terrifying glory.

So I was looking through @somethingsimplexox ‘s text posts and I found this gem.

But I looked closer at those two love birds and what I saw I hadn’t caught before.

HE HAD HIS FREAKIN’ HAND ON HER BUTT I SWEAR ADRIEN AGRESTE!!!
*incoherent noises*

though that explains the extremely happy / blessed wowed expression.

Since the Angara are pretty open in terms of emotions I can imagine how perplexed they would be over how humans would use flowers to convey hidden meanings to their lovers/family/enemies. 

Jaal would ask who decided what meant what, when it started, and why ‘tip toe’ around your affections for another? He’d spend an eternity figuring out the various kinds of flowers and their meanings, somehow roping Vetra into snagging a few flowers brought over from the milky way. Secretly whenever Ryder has an awful stressful day and she walks into her room- tons of flowers nestled neatly into little vases (blame Lexi who thought it best if they were in vases to keep them alive a little longer) all over her desk and nightstand. Some are known to her. Red roses: passionate love, Asters: contentment, Yellow Tulips: Hopelessly in love.

And then there are the odd ones. Flowers and plants unknown to even humans. Vivid in color and alien in nature similar to the Angara. When she sees Jaal next she asks him about the strange flowers in her room. Warmly Jaal is all too eager to tell her about them, about how each one represents a deeper part of oneself- each petal signaling a year of one’s life in motion. The pain, the hope, the devotion, the courage, youth, stubbornness, and pure joy she brings to him. He then explains to her his people don’t have meanings for each flower like humans do but those flowers- vivid blues and pale white, those called to him and in turn reminded him of her. And the longer he looked at each petal, each speckle and vein running through them, he could see everything he loved about her in them.

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buck being all protective over alfonso and steve being… well, steve.