here we are now, with the falling sky and the rain we’re awakening ♪
one of the scenes I would really love to see (as I’m sure many people have thought of!) is Rey experiencing her first rainfall ☺ also because “Awakening” has become one of my theme songs for TFA and all the new kids, there’s something about it which is very beautiful and fits so well thematically ;;
AND BONUS PIC: Finn + Rey (+ Poe’s jacket of a thousand uses (〃▽〃) )
For the purposes of this post I’m gonna refer to Pidge as she/her but if ya hc her otherwise its up to you.
So when they all introduced themselves, Hunk showed everyone the “pic of Pidge’s girlfriend”. Don’t tell me Shiro didn’t have doubts when he saw it. Whatever doubts he had, he didn’t voice it.
Finding the Green Lion sure must’ve been fun ;)
And its cute that when Pidge was rambling, Shiro calmed her down by citing what Sam Holt used to say. (Don’t tell me he didn’t say this on purpose)
“Listen, our commander on the Kerberos mission is the smartest man I’ve ever met. And he always said, “If you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance TO DO SOMETHING GREAT.”
It made her smile; and
“Go, be GREAT.”
HOW CUTE IS THIS
Later on when they attempted to retrieve the Red Lion, Shiro remembered that the Kerberos team used to be captured on that very ship. And Pidge was dead set on finding more prisoners, with Shiro also dead set on NOT doing so and following through their plans to retrieve the Red Lion.
“Pidge we don’t have time. We have to get the Red Lion and get back to Ares.”
“In war we have to make hard choices. Now let’s get moving.”
So, what changed his mind?
“Commander Holt is your father?”
From this moment onwards, whatever doubt he had had been replaced by certainty. He knew Pidge was in fact, Katie Holt.
“I’m coming with you”
Shiro: “I remember where the prisoners are held. Keith, you go find the Red Lion.
Keith: “By myself?”
Shiro: “Minor change of plans, you’ll be fine”
Sure Shiro, minor change of plans.
He knew the Holts are smart, so “Excellent, Pidge.” He’s impressed.
Now don’t tell me she’s NOT impressed by Shiro either. She’s a tech expert. That arm sure looks fantastic. I mean even I’m impressed.
Revelation of Shiro “attacking” Matt led to his own disbelief, and he wanted to investigate info on the crashed Galra ship.
“I’m coming with you!”
I love it when two characters say the same thing in different episodes.
And also when there’s protecting involved
“I’m sorry, Pidge!”
SO. MUCH. PROTECTING.
He. Shielded. Her. From. The. Blast. And before this specific point in time they didn’t know the Lions could come to their rescue.
At the end of the day, while everyone was here;
These two were having a beautiful friendship bonding moment
“I’m so sorry I doubted you” - Pidge
“Your brother and father would be proud of you, Katie.”
”Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”
Have I ever mentioned how I love scenes with similarity?
Even if you don’t do art, gifsets, edit videos and photos, write fanfics, you are important and fandom wouldn’t exist without you.
That also doesn’t mean that you’re not an artistic type of person.
There are two types of artistic personality:
a creator, who writes, paints, draw, do videos etc.
and a consumer.
The person, who sees art, for whom it’s made. Without them it wouldn’t matter, because there would be nobody to see the creation. It’s one of the most important roles, but many people do it badly.
How to be a good recipient?
First of all, you need to give feedback. Every time you take time to see/read something. And it can’t be any feedback. It must be good.
Doesn’t matter if it’s a fanart, fic, video, poem or something else. Give kudos. Comment it. Even if you didn’t like it. Especially, if you didn’t like it. It takes only 30 seconds to write something and it shows the author that you saw their work and took time to think about it. It really motivates them.
What you should write?
Well, anything you want. “Great job, keep going!”, “I love the way you did it!”, “Wow, amazing work, I’d love to see more!” is enough. Really.
Of course, if you decide to say something more it’s great! Authors love to read your thoughts about their work. Tell them about the colours they used, how they match the scene and character, how they build the atmosphere with words, how you love the character development, the typhography they made. Tell them about everything that made you “wow, this is amazing”, about the piece that made you smile or cry or laugh or any reaction you had.
Tell them that you are waiting for sequel for this fic. That you can’t wait for the next fanart of this pairing. That you love seeing their work.
Thank them for it. I know that you know that they do it as a hobby, but thank them for spending their time anyway.
Reading this makes their day. And they’ll tell you that.
Okay, but what if you didn’t like it?
Then you have to write a comment anyway. Criticism is the most important for artist. Without it they can’t make progress.
Writing critique is harder than writing a positive feedback. You have to be precise here. The most important rule is:
DO NOT WRITE “I DON’T LIKE IT”
if you want to write something like that, then better don’t write anything.
You must add what you didn’t like, why, and how they can change that. Constructive criticism is the only one which matters. Otherwise you’ll make them not want to create anymore.
So how good criticism looks like?
“The colours you used don’t fit together. If you used warmer shade of red it would look better!”
“The main character of the story is too perfect, you should add them some flaws to make them more real. Perhaps something with their looks - too thin mouth or some scar? Their personality is also too mary sue. Try to give them some bad traits, maybe they can be blunt or a bit ignorant and listen to nobody’s advice?”
“The person you drew has anatomically incorrect legs - it looks like they don’t have knees. Try to work on it looking at some photos.”
The problem with criticism is that inexperienced artists often take it too personally, like an attack. Good solution is to tell them something nice.
“The scenere is beautiful, but…” “I love how you write descriptions, but there’s something you need to work on…”
When you write comments it’s also important NOT TO DEMAND ANOTHER PIECE OF ART/CHAPTER/SEQUEL/WHATEVER
It makes them not wanting to contiune their work. So, yeah, encourage them, but not demand. “Is there any chance you’ll do it?”, “I can’t wait for more!”, “Please, continue this, I really want to know what happens next!”
What else you can do as a recipient?
Reblog. Not only like, but also reblog, so more people can see it. Don’t repost and if you have to ALWAYS GIVE CREDITS. And no, “source: tumblr” is not a credit (I feel like I should do another post about it)
Buy. I know all of us are broke, but many artists are really cheap (and that makes me sad). Just ask them to do something customized for you, like keychains or something like that. And pay them for it. Or just donate.
EVEN IF YOU DON’T CREATE YOU ARE IMPORTANT IN FANDOM AND IT WOULDN’T BE THERE WITHOUT YOU
YOU ARE IMPORTANT
(feel free to add some things that I forgot and tell me all mistakes I made, it’s late and my brain is tired so I could use some wrong words but I tried)
hi, i’m gonna show you how i coloured the training scene gifs from this gifset bcs i know it’s a god damn struggle to get that stupid magenta red blue out of Magnus face and i know this may not be the perfect colouring for it yet but!!! i want to share it with you guys!!
This is your chance at happiness. You think you shouldn’t want it because you’ve never had it, and it scares you. But you deserve your fairy tale. We make our own fairy tales. Only when we have to. You don’t. How do you feel about tonight? Awful. Just Terrible. In fact, I’ve never felt like this before. Guilt. I feel it, too. Maybe I’m actually growing up after all. I didn’t wanna let you go just yet.
What we know for sure is that the events of the past few weeks have been anything but phony. Bombs over Rotterdam, and the Dutch are surrendering. German tanks crossing the Maginot Line into France. And in old London Town the tension is rising as a nation asks itself “Will we be next?”
But the world has changed. The future is uncertain. And in the opinion of this humble reporter…
hi. it’s me—the annoyance in this fandom. and i’d like to talk about something,
so bear with me.
there’s a problem in this fandom that doesn’t need
to be discussed.
why not? it’s not up for discussion, basically. it’s up to you all to sit back
and learn that this shit you all are pulling needs to be stopped. period.
breaking it up to a couple of core parts so you all know what i’m talking
all, let’s talk about the islamophobia
and racism in this fandom.
the deal: shut up and listen. is
that too hard? then just shut up and close your browser. delete your blog. take
a walk. go on with your shitty life.
know why this needs to be explained—seriously. i don’t understand it. it’s not
physics or the study of runes. it’s the basic thing called logic thinking and
common decency at the least.
all doing something incredibly harmful and it’s not okay. when you started calling a brown character a rat i—i thought it was a joke. and when
it was pointed out it’s racist, by people of colour in this fandom, you kept doing
it. why? do you take enjoyment in calling brown people rats? do you think you
can get away with it? guess you can, but you can stop doing it to people of
colour. it’s disgusting.
idea of this season is: please don’t let
me be misunderstood. the reverse of this? please don’t let me be understood. just so we’re clear. there’s no
reverse. the song was in reverse, the message was clear. so you can shut up
the fight broke up, and sana was hiding in the bathroom stall, what did we
hear? the two white random, irrelevant white girls talking about how they thought (assumed, didn’t know but
talked anyway) it was about homosexuality, and how muslims are homophobic. was
it there for the lols? no. it was there for us. to know. that it wasn’t about that.
point: shut the fuck up about it. it’s
tiresome, getting old, it’s toxic. if you keep talking about this, you’re
spreading harmful messages to others. what messages? that muslims are homophobic.
which they can be, i’m not saying some aren’t. i’m saying that that’s not the point of this season and
that non-muslims are equally likely to
be homophobic. don’t believe me? wow, i guess it’s something that has been
fed to you by media representation and… dare i say it? people talking shit of
shit they don’t know on social platforms. precisely
what you’re doing right now.
thing we need to talk about: the series.
yes! let’s talk about what content we have right now and why us people of
colour and why muslims are upset, shall we? (note: we have all the right to be
first get this out of the way: we know it’s written this way to prove some
point later on in the season. probably something along the lines of muslim and
brown boys not all being homophobic and shit. you know. that thing you keep
shutting your eyes from. we understand that, we know that.
just. not. happy. about how it’s written. it’s kind of doing a lot of damage
right now. look at some of the messages some people (people of colour, muslims,
muslim people of colour) receive. and what we should be getting is much more healthy scenes between muslims, muslims
and people of non-faith, people of colour and white people, to weigh up to the
damage its doing. we don’t get that much
of that. and it’s frustrating, because we understand why (sana’s lonely)
but there are so many ways to portray loneliness than completely erase healthy
interactions between people on the fucking screen.
don’t bring up the hei briskeby videos, because they don’t count. i’m talking
about the real episodes here. the real clips. the clips that the casual viewer
the series itself is… partially at fault here. the writing, i would say.
especially filming only the people of
colour in a fight and—wow. that chokehold they had on the only black guy?
worse is that they surely know—or at least have a slight idea—of what outbreak
their clips will give. and they keep doing it. keep feeding this shit to us,
and leave us to either deal with it, or completely shut down our inboxes. which
results into people thinking we’re selfish, because we don’t answer their wish
to learn more about culture and islam and the experiences people of colour
thing we need to talk about: vilde and
noora. yup. i’m putting them on the agenda.
i, as a
lesbian of colour, wholeheartedly believe that vilde’s character is poorly written
this season. she’s obviously not too different from earlier seasons, but she’s
definitely had more emphasis on her ignorance, and how that ignorance is dealt
with is—less acceptable. i do believe, on top of that, that she will be “redeemed”
(i’m just not sure i’ll buy into it) and that she will learn, apologise and
maybe grow the last episode or something, since we won’t be getting any more.
bugs me the most about the way they’re
writing her this season is that, she’s coded as possibly lesbian (or bi, if you
prefer, but i’m gonna talk about her being lesbian, and you can make your own
post about her being bisexual). and she’s literally the only character fully
coded this way. if you’re interested in why, just… google it. believe it or
not, we aren’t google. but the key point is that she is doing a lot of what us
lesbians perceive as compulsory
heterosexuality. and they completely villainised a potential lesbian this
season which is just falling into the same shit people have done over and over
again. lesbians are bad, lesbians are racist, lesbians are this and fucking
that and that pisses me off. if, by the off chance, she eventually is
canonically declared as lesbian, i’m not sure i will rejoice or throw my phone
through my computer screen. they ruined
her character to me, they ruined a
(coded) lesbian to me, a lesbian, simply because they wanted to put her to be
the ignorant girl who keeps shitting all over sana.
noora. man. i’m not too mad about noora as a character herself. she’s flawed,
she has her good moments and shit. but she
takes up so much of her own storyline from sana’s. it’s a mess. she’s
talking about herself, her problems with dickhelm, and sure, that’s what
friends do—talk about what bothers you. but we’re so frustrated that she’s once
again on the screen, talking about the same old thing, and rip the minutes that
could’ve been spent on sana from our hands.
get me wrong. we all know that sana is a listener. but there’s a line. and they jump over it, time and time again.
there’s the misogyny in this fandom
that needs to be addressed. and this is a harder one, because it’s hard to
the course of season three—up to this day, i see this shit—people keep shitting
on sonja and emma for no other reason than them being girls who got hurt in the
process. sonja? remember her? she got cheated on. and while even kept saying he
felt controlled by her you somehow got the idea that she’s toxic. she isn’t. a
toxic relationship would not end with isak thanking sonja for the help she’s
given. she knows even and—well, at the most, she might have been a bit
controlling because she doesn’t understand that even is his own person with or
without his bipolar disorder.
emma? she outed isak, which is fucked up and there’s no excuse. but stop
thinking she’s the absolute villain to isak’s life because she’s a girl, who
got hurt, in the process. accept that, move on, because isak sure did.
thought i’d end there? really? nope. ain’t gonna happen. i’m gonna bring up
vilde specifically again.
think she’s just a dumb ignorant islamophobe? partially true. she’s
islamophobic and is not a good friend to sana. she’s ignorant, yes. but you’re
reducing her character to something she isn’t. you’re reducing her to the
blonde dumb girl, which is just as shitty as people defending her islamophobic
behaviour. her islamophobia does not correlate to her dealing with whatever she’s
dealing with (compulsory heterosexuality, if you will), but if you reduce her to a two-dimensional character
it’s quite misogynistic itself. if you’re woman and doing that—check yourself
in the mirror.
goes for noora, basically, but i don’t think anyone is genuinely despising her
for anything else than the shitty line here and there and the serious
screentime she’s clocking.
had a run in with the lovely subjects of biphobia
and ableism too. you all can’t stop
anywhere, can you?
aren’t discussing, let me just point out these things:
does not equate to cheater. a cheater
can be of any sexuality. the stereotype is that bisexual people are cheaters is
harmful and it ends here. whether a
bisexual person/character has cheated can be discussed without bringing in
their bisexuality to the conversation.
mental illness… it seems it’s harder for you to grasp this part. so let me put
it this way: think of the most
embarrassing shit you’ve done. called your teacher mum and everyone
laughed? peed yourself in public? pretended to talk on the phone and your phone
ended up ringing? whatever. the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. think of
that. feel what you felt at that point. oh my god, what did people think of
want your crush or your partner of a few months know… that? say it involved a second person. say you… shat yourself on
your best friend’s expensive, newly bought couch, felt so embarrassed you left
the house and deleted all your social media and never answered their calls.
partner brings them up.
you… tell them that?
mean to trivialise mental illness here (i’m struggling with my own). it’s much
more complex (guilt, self-blaming, embarrassment, sadness) than what i’m saying
here. i’m just breaking it down to a point where hopefully even the most abled
person can understand.
expecting someone who deals with this every
day to just tell their partner.
it’s not that easy. it’s a lot of compartmentalising that needs to be done, so
you can tell that story without breaking down completely. what happened to even broke him enough to switch to a new school. that’s
not something you just tell someone, regardless if you’re together with them,
without having thought it through for weeks—even months—and analysed each possible
turnout and reaction. that’s not something you tell someone unless you really,
really, really need to.
not to say that it’s… bad. that even and sana weren’t honest with isak from the
start. but it’s what it is. even isn’t perfect. sana isn’t perfect. isak isn’t
perfect. none of these characters are completely perfect. why not? because they’re
supposed to be realistic, human and resound to us. we’re supposed to be able to
relate to them, in a way.
but most importantly: stop thinking you’re
so bloody entitled to send shitty asks to people, especially the muslims,
people of colour and disabled people of this fandom.
i’ve said my piece, kindly don’t find your way into my inbox and think it’s
time to discuss. as i said, it’s not up for discussion.
understand what i’m talking about? congratulations, you just won the prize: read this post again until you get it.
I am finally done! Done with this drawing and done with my life! To be completely honest, I won’t even try lying to you about how easy the painting process was; because it wasn’t. Far from it! It felt like this piece sucked the life out my body.
I really do love sketching and drawing lineart, but taking hours of my time to colour said lineart in? Nah, thank you. Doesn’t have to be, you know?
That being said, oh my god I am so happy how this piece turned out! The two vampires simply look adorable yet intimidating at the same time thanks to the lighting. The colour scheme is fitting as well; I’m glad I orientated the colours after an original painting by Yamamoto for Krul. The hardest part to complete were the delicate light particles you can see flowing around the two forms because SAI doesn’t have a Gaussian Blur effect. Thank you, SAI. After an hour of trying to create the perfect blur, I gave up and used Photoshop instead.
I hope the lovely two role-players, @lestkarrkingofeurope and @krullish, who inspired me to draw this scene like how it turned out as much as I do.
Blurb: You and Bucky make an arrangement, and become fuck
You and Bucky weren’t good
friends. Your relationship was built mostly on sarcasm, snark and a general
hate for the human race. Most of the time you didn’t even talk to each other,
except to make some sarcastic remark or tease each other. But in the last few
months your relationship had taken a massive turn.
One night, really late, Bucky
found you in the gym beating the shit out of the sparring dummy, when he asked
you what was up, you just beat the dummy harder, yelling about how your
boyfriend of five years had dumped you, something about long distance and you
being an Avenger and it was intimidating, you didn’t really listen after the initial,
we need to break up. The trouble was, in the midst of yelling you let it slip
that you were planning on visiting your boyfriend this weekend because A) you
missed him, but also B) you were so freaking horny and needed a release.
Before you knew it, you and Bucky
were fucking in the supply closet. He had you jammed up against the door, your
hands in his hair, legs wrapped around his hips and he was thrusting into you.
“You know doll face, anytime you
need help, you can just ask” he said, as he was zipping his fly back up and
leaving the supply closet. You might have to take him up on his offer; he was
the best sex you’d ever had. And a girl had needs, right?
After your particularly grueling
mission today, where you single handedly managed to fuck up big time; you got
Steve stabbed in the gut – he would be okay, but that wasn’t comforting – you
lost the bad guy and you got your ass handed to you in hand to hand combat. You
were heading for your room, to shower, and curl up under your bed and maybe
stay there, for, like forever, when before you knew what you were doing you
were knocking on Bucky’s door.
He swung it open, taking one look
at your appearance and pulling you inside. You ripped his shirt off over his
head and threw it away, he turned you around and started tugging on the zipper
to your stealth suit, but it wouldn’t budge.
“It’s stuck” he said. You walked
over to his desk and picked up his letter opener.
“Here, use this” you said,
handing it to him.
“But your suit?”
“I don’t care, after today I’ll
be lucky if I’m ever allowed on another mission” and with that, Bucky cut your
suit from the back of your neck to the top of your ass. You slipped out of it. Within
a second of stepping out of your suit, Bucky’s lips were on yours, his hands on
“I need to hear you say it Y/N”
he whispered, kissing down your neck.
You started on his button and zip;
you could feel how hard he was already. He shook his head and grabbed your
hands, holding them up above your head.
“I need to hear you say the magic
words” he said, smirking at you.
“Please?” you teased. He just
raised an eyebrow, god damn him and his sex god face. “I need your help Bucky”
you whined. And with that he ripped his pants off, standing at full attention.
Next he ripped off your bra and panties.
He backed over to the bed,
falling down and taking you with him. You lined him up with your entrance and
slowly lowered yourself onto his member. He sat up a little higher, until you
were basically sitting on his lap hugging him. You rocked and at the same time
he thrust upwards into you. All the while kissing your neck, sucking your skin
and leaving marks. Before moving down to your breasts, taking one in his mouth
and kneading the other with his hands.
You rocked a few more times, and
just as you were going in for another one, he flipped you until you were on your
back, this caused you to giggle. He only smiled, before moving attention to the
other breast; you wrapped your legs around his hips, giving him even more
He thrust into you, right up to
the hilt, and rammed into you over and over, hitting your G-spot, every single
time. Honestly, Bucky was the best sex you’d ever had in your life.
Just as the coil started to
tighten in your belly, he started using his thumb to rub your clit in slow
circles. In a matter of minutes you were dragging your nails down his back and
screaming his name. You rode out the end of your orgasm, and then he was coming
He slowly pulled out of you and
rolled to the side.
“Holy shit” was all you managed
to whisper. Before rolling over to him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek
and getting up. “Thank you Bucky” you said, while you stole one of his baggy
tees, and left his room. Heading to yours for a long cold shower, and then bed.
Two weeks went by, and in that
time, you and Bucky had fucked 18 times. Literally, 18 times, in 14 days. What
the hell was going on with you?!
Honestly, it was as if you were
finding some stupid, small inconvenience and using that as an excuse to get
One day, you came into the
kitchen to find Steve eating the leftovers you had claimed the night before, so
you stormed out of the room, found Bucky in the garage working on his bike and
you whispered the magic words in his ear. Before you knew it, you were in the
back of one of Stark’s luxury cars screaming his name.
Another time, you woke up in a
feral mood because of some bad dream, so you texted Bucky to come to your room.
That was the first time you had shower sex. It wasn’t the last.
There was sex in Stark’s office;
you bent over his desk, Bucky behind you. There was sex on the roof top, in one
of the deck chairs by the pool. There was sex in the pool. Sex in a different supply closet, sex on every surface
in Bucky’s room. Sex on the floor, because you missed the bed and just decided
to stay there. You couldn’t get enough.
It had been three weeks since
your last encounter with Bucky. He had been on a few missions, and nothing had
gone exceptionally wrong. You were also worried you were catching feelings for
him due to all the mind blowing sex, and you thought distancing yourself might
help. It didn’t.
But you were doing well; you hadn’t
called him or asked for his help. Am I
really falling in love with Bucky? You thought, while you were sitting on
the sofa pretending to read some trashy magazine.
“Hey, Y/N?” Clint said, stirring
you from your thoughts of Bucky.
“Yeah Clint?” you asked turning
to look at him from the sofa where you were reading.
“Your car is being towed” he
said, looking out the window, down onto the street. With that you stood up and
left the room, muttering curse words under your breath.
“Y/N?” Clint called after you.
“Yeah?” You moaned.
“How about while your screwing Buck, you also tell him how you feel huh?” he smirked at you, the colour drained from your face and as you opened your mouth, he laughed, “we share a wall, I know that you two are sleeping together, I also have eyes, so I can see that you have feelings for him, so just tell him!” and with that Clint left the room.
You walked to Bucky’s
room and started pounding on the door. When he didn’t answer, you barged in.
You were gobsmacked at the scene
before you. Your mouth fell open, your brain screamed to run, but all you could
do was stare. There was Bucky, naked, in all his radiant glory… And some drop
dead gorgeous blonde bitch having her way with him.
He looked over at you; horror on
his face and you turned and ran. Tears welling up in your eyes. You heard him
scream your name but you didn’t stop. You were in love with Bucky… And you were
too stupid to know it, and now your chest ached. You got to your room, ran
inside and then slammed the door. You were just about dry heaving.
Not long after, you heard Bucky
pounding on your door.
“Y/N! Open the fucking door!
Please! Let me explain!” he was really upset.
“GO AWAY!” You shouted back. You
were sobbing now. Tiny needles of ice piercing your heart.
“Please! Talk to me!” He begged.
“NO! Just go away Barnes!”
“Please” he stopped banging but
you could still see his shadow under the door. You flung open the door, he was staring
“What about us?” you cried. You
were so hurt, so angry – and you only had yourself to blame.
“Us?” He looked at you, his face
falling when he realised your meaning. “Listen, Y/N, I didn’t, I, I didn’t know
you felt that way, you’ve been actively avoiding me for weeks now, I thought
maybe you’d decided our relationship was done and you were done with me, I didn’t
know. I didn’t think, I just thought it was time to move on. I’m sorry.” He
went to touch you and you pulled away.
“I’m in love with you, and I kept
coming back because I needed you like a drug addicted needs a fix, I kept
coming back because I thought you might feel the same, but you never showed any
interest and then I thought it was stupid; so I tried to distance myself from
you, to make it go away and it didn’t, and you never came looking, so I just…” You
sighed, shaking your hand. “I messed up, I’m sorry for taking it out on you, it’s
not your fault, and I’m sorry for barging into your room without permission, it
won’t happen again. Just go, go back to your friend.” You choked, closing the door, but Bucky stopped it before
“I love you Y/N” he whispered.
“No, no you don’t, and that’s
okay. Goodbye Bucky” this time you closed the door and he didn’t try and stop
you. You put your head against it and sobbed. Loud and angry. You fucked
everything up, and not the good kind of fucking.
OK - so Tony Stark going to India to find healing and to center himself and his thoughts and feelings after “Civil War” – something to mull over… and I find this all really fascinating…anyway, it was one small scene that stuck in my mind after the movie for a number of reasons, all of which may tell us something deeper about Tony.
Here’s what we KNOW from that brief scene in “Homecoming” – he seems to be in India (confirmed by Helpful Anon who pointed out that this scene is IN the junior novelization, which is based on the script, and which says that Tony is in India trying to find himself…. Does anyone have the junior novel who can give us the actual paragraph?)
To recap their comment, because this is all great info: “It looks like an Indian Welcome ceremony
to me, held to celebrate someone really important (the flowers garland,
and if I remember it correctly, they also performed the aarti, the one
with the candle on a plate). So from this scene, I concluded that he’s
doing some philanthropist works, especially when you see schoolgirls
still in their uniforms around him. Also, interesting that Tony wears white (sherwani white,
nevertheless, bless). I normally see people wear white when they’re
attending funerals in India. However, he matched the white nice red
scarf, so I doubt he attending a funeral. (And this is me reading too much fanfic that white is a widow colour
in India, and it reminds me of all those post-cacw fics I read and how
it akin to a divorce, but here, steve is dead and buried in Tony’s mind
lol dont mind me).”
So then my speculations:
It appears to be a posh scene – he has a sports car there, he’s being feted or welcomed or thanked with the flower wreaths, there is drinking (unclear what sort of beverage he’s enjoying…but Hinduism does not forbid alcohol…). Maybe he’s being welcomed to a ritzy ashram for meditation and instruction? (But he drives off at the end?) Maybe he did perform some philanthropic act while in India for his meditation/healing, and he’s being celebrated for it?
(My other speculation is that this…kind of?…hearkens back to the
Tony of the World War Hulk comics – I think that was it – where he’s
cleared his office of all frills and clutter and maintains a
Zen-like, clean, spare space that’s almost like a meditation room…albeit one with Samurai armor and swords on the wall…)
But bottom line - Tony is trying to heal. He’s willing to take on a practice of meditation or contemplation or at least wise instruction, and to go halfway across the world to do it. He’s trying to become centered and a better person, or at least one who understands himself better.
We have to remember that he JUST suffered the immense trauma of having his parents’ deaths thrown back in his face again at the end of “Civil War.” Their deaths, which he thought was a car accident, was the signal event of his teenage years that hurtled him into the life of dissolute playboy behavior that has colored his life ever since, even though he’s long left that behind.
Added to that agony: he has JUST found out that the co-leader he considered a friend had betrayed him by not telling him the truth about his parents’ murder. And he has JUST played a role in the complete fracture of the Avengers. And he and Pepper split up. And he knows “something worse is coming” and that he and the world and whoever he can get to be on his side will be needed for that inevitable battle. Tony Stark at the end of “Civil War” has pretty much lost everything.
And OF COURSE he blames himself, because that’s what Tony does.
But in “Homecoming” he suddenly starts gaining it back. He suddenly has this young kid hero who won’t give up, and in whom he sees something of himself at that age, if he’d had a chance at a normal childhood and if his teen years hadn’t been blown up by the ultimate tragedy of losing both parents at once. It’s clear the kid WON’T STOP, so Tony does the only thing he thinks he can responsibly do and gives the kid protective tech and a training wheels program so he can do his hero thing as safely as possible. And clearly Tony cares so much about the kid that he’s monitoring him at every step.
And It’s clear that he and Pepper had their problems, but obviously in Homecoming, by that time she’s back in his life in some important way – and he WOULD do all of this for her. Maybe it was even her suggestion that he go halfway across the world to try to find himself. So – Tony now all of a sudden has TWO things he “can’t live without” - Pepper and his young protoge.
And ALL THE WHILE HE’S IN INDIA he’s still keeping a protective eye on Peter Parker, back in Queens – to the point where he knows all the details of what Peter has reported in his posts to Happy.
All speculation and just plain thoughts on my part - what do you all think about the India scene??
How did you learn to draw and paint like Koogi? It's a style I absolutely adore but I can't figure it out, any pointers?? (Love your work btw!!)
Thanks so much for the encouragement!! ♥
For the most part my drawing style has been something I’ve already been quite comfortable drawing in since a long time ago, but I find that the traits that make Koogi’s drawings look the way they do is mostly in the colouring - the scenes use a lot of desaturated colours, cel shading and gradient overlays over the top of each picture - use a large red soft brush (for tension) or blue, green, yellow, white brushes with an overlay/multiply effect for more casual scenes. For the backgrounds, feel free to use textures to overlay over the surface (season 2 tends to have more of this style of rendering for the backgrounds) to give the overall image a more complete feel.
okay but Danielle is probably missing such weird chunks of knowledge like Vlad taught her how to speak and read and probably write and he taught her enough social skills to be useful to his plans but there would be so many things she hasn’t learned and she soaks up random shit like a sponge so
she could tell you everything there is to know about ants because she watched this David Attenborough special last night and did you know some ants can jump like there’s this species from Tasmania- but if you ask her what clouds are made of she’ll be like, I dunno, marshmallows?
and she could tell you every detail about her ghost core and what elements are found in ectoplasm but if you ask her to name any human organs she’ll basically stop at ‘brain, heart and stomach’ like what’s a liver?
and the first time she gets her period she has no idea what’s happening and it’s like that scene from Carrie, she thinks she’s dying, she’s on Valerie’s bathroom floor crying her eyes out begging her to call Danny because she thinks her human form is destabilising and doesn’t know what to do or how to fix it
and she has no concept of matching colours or what foods go with what so she’ll eat cereal with orange juice because they’re out of milk and I mean it’s the only other liquid in the fridge and it’s tastier than water, and she’ll wear the most garish mismatching clothes and not understand why people are giving her strange looks
she also uses a lot of words she doesn’t understand and pronounces things wrong a lot because she’s only read them in books and never heard it out loud, but the girl can pick up a new language like a pro, she can speak Cantonese and Swahili as well as she can speak english and nobody really knows where she learnt them and she can ask for the bathroom in like twelve other languages, she just picks shit up from her travels
she thinks the moon is the size of a coin and asks why nobody has ever just, plucked it out of the sky and Danny is just, HORRIFIED and six hours later Danielle knows everything Danny knows about space and she still doesn’t understand where trees come from
and she has the most impeccable manners but punctuates sentences with really bizarre swear words and phrases because she knows those words have power and makes people gasp but she’s not sure how to use them because nobody will tell her so if she wants to make a point she’ll lob a random swear at the end of a perfectly articulated sentence and think that’s just how it’s done
I just love the idea of this tiny chipper outlandishly dressed girl travelling the globe and talking to strangers on the street in whatever country she’s landed in this time, slipping in and out of three different languages, eating a hot dog with chocolate sauce drizzled on it and chatting in precise detail about how bees make honey and then asking where rain comes from like
So you know that Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, right? Yeah, so then you know how it’s about this girl who yearns to break out of this place she’s stuck in, this conventional place where she’s unhappy as fuck, and what she wants is to have an adventure, and you know how she ends up having the biggest adventure of her life falling in love with this scary-ass monster dude who’s from a completely different world to her (dude has his own enchanted castle and everything) and how it turns out he’s had this curse put on him for being an all-out dick and he needs to find the non-dick within in order to win this girl’s heart, because having someone truly love him is the only way the monster can break the curse that has him just as stuck in his enchanted castle as the girl was ever stuck in her unsatisfying, conventional life.
I know you know the story and I know you’ve seen the movie and I’m not talking the live action remake here, I’m talking the original. The Alan Menken scored, Oscar winning mother fucker of a brilliant piece of animated cinema.
So the other day (and most days lately) I was listening to the score of said piece of brilliance and guess what thought flew into my head.
(you actually don’t have to guess) (I’m about to demonstrate it to you with gifs and everything)
The ending of Beauty and the Beast summarises my strongest want for Destiel in S13. How? I’m glad you asked because here come the gifs: