[monday 28/01/17, 12:45]
happy cny everyone!! 新年快乐🎊
haven’t posted any original content in such a long time whoops! but here are the cue cards i used in my english iop last tuesday - admittedly spent longer on them than i should have… ☆彡
Why do you think Gallavich is more popular than coliver ( should have been conniver)?
‘Coliver’ rolls off the tongue better, I think. ‘Conniver’ sounds too close to ‘conniving’… which, for this particular ship, I suppose you could take that either way lol.
Besides the obvious reasons that Gallavich has been around longer and has had a bit more time to develop a larger fanbase, their storyline is simply better written. The writers spent real time and effort developing one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen on television (before they burned it to the ground).
I’ve always said that while I’m sure Coliver is endgame on the show, I don’t believe for a second that they’re soulmates. I still stand by this. Connor and Oliver have every possibility of being perfectly happy with other people. Gallavich on the other hand, suffer from the opposite problem. No one is sure if they are endgame anymore, but without a doubt, they are soulmates. No one could make Ian as happy as Mickey. No one understands him like Mickey. No one has been there for him like Mickey, not even his own family. And there’s not a single thing Mickey wouldn’t do for him.
For five seasons, the writers on Shameless developed these beautiful characters and this amazing relationship. We see Mickey grow from a rough, violent, closeted thug to someone who finally finds freedom in being with the man he loves. I’ve never seen character growth that comes close to what Mickey Milkovich has given us. And I love the tragedy of it all. Right when Mickey is finally able to admit to himself (and the world) that he wants to be with Ian in every sense of the word, that’s when Ian begins to lose himself. Their relationship has been one obstacle after the next. Mickey’s time behind bars, Mickey’s father, Ian’s illness…
And that’s not to say it’s been one sided. For the first three seasons, Ian fought tooth and nail to be with Mickey. And Ian never stopped loving him, even if it took him seven fucking seasons to say the words ‘I love you.’ This is why I still believe in Gallavich being endgame. If Ian ever utters those words to another love interest on the show, the words will be devoid of all meaning. Mickey is the only one for him. And we see this in S6 and S7 where Ian has the emotional depth of a zombie. He’s only there as a plot device to be improved by his partners. He’s like a blank slate. And when Mickey returns, so does Ian. The real Ian Gallagher. Ian and Mickey shine together on screen. They always have. They literally live and breathe together.
Ahh i spent way longer on this than i feel like i should have and now that im posting it im kind of nervous.
idk i just feel like kurt is Anxious and Doing His Best and logan is like somewhere between a stereotypical action hero and someones frightening dad and i appreciate their relationship in comics but i feel like its never rly developed as much as it could be.
i think i still have a ways to go in terms of doing page layouts but i tried some new stuff
I am sorry that this is the last thing you’re going to read from me. You’re reading this because I had failed to live further on, I want you to know that you are my world and my sun. I am sorry I am having to leave you, I am sorry that I left you with much burden. You are and will always be the love of my life, the light to my days, the one I wish I had done more for.
I left early this morning and in the tragic events that I am no longer in my physical from, I want you to follow your heart, love.
I should have done so much more than I had, I should have taken the break. I should have told you more how much I loved you and I should have spent my time with you instead of trying to make a legacy for my name. I should have made a legacy from your name, my love, I wish I could tell your story. My story, that is not worth telling, you’re story, though that story is the story that deserves to be told.
You are my first and only love. You helped me when I was in the need of someone’s help. After everything that happened with Philip, I do not think I’ve ever told you how sorry I am, but I think you already know. I hold this burden that makes my heart ache. You do not think I hear you sobbing in the late nights, but I do. I am sorry that our son had been ripped from us in the time you needed someone the most. You did not deserve that. You did not deserve to have your son ripped from your hands like he was. If I could, I would trade his life for mine. He would make you smile, my love. He would make your heart happy and your lips hold the smile that made me fall in love with you. You would know that he was always here.
Please do not dwell on me, my sun. I do not want you to dwell over a man who put you through so much pain, who broke your heart in two. Please, do not dwell on me. I do not want to hurt you anymore, but I know this letter and the next actions will put you through hell and back.
Please take care of your sisters? At least let them take care of you, along with the children. They will need you, they will need someone on their side when they learn that they had lost their father, they will need your love and your heart to help them. You’re going to need your sisters, please let them help you. Do not let your broken heart stop you from eating; please do not yell ‘allez-vous en,’ which, if you didn’t already know, meant ‘Go away’ in French. You shouldn’t block out anyone from your life, please, my beautiful heart, take care of yourself.
I thought of you before I left this morning, I thought of how this should go. How I hoped it would go. My heart and soul, I would give up for you to smile one last time. I would steal the stars and put them in your eyes to refill the sparkle you had when we first met. I would go back in time and stop every mistake I had ever made if that meant seeing you happy again, my love. Not only do I hope that you will remember me not for my mistakes but for my heart, I also hope you do not forget to tell the children the real me. The man you didn’t marry. You knew who I was, and I let you down. I have apologized and apologized but it is not enough. I did not deserve you, my love. I did not deserve to have someone as amazing and loving as you. What did I ever do to deserve you? I wrote my way from the living hell and into your loving heart, but now I am writing you into a hell I did not want you to experience.
My love, please take your time. Please take your time to come to me, if you want to come to me. I would understand if you did not. I, once again, hurt you. I once again broke the promises I meant to keep. This promise I did not mean to break, this promise I didn’t know was going to be broken in a millisecond. My love, my dearest love, please take your time. Please do not leave this beautiful life. Please know, I love you. I will always love you. I will see you on the other side with our dearest son, Philip. My dearest, I love you. Thank you for making my life full of light, and thank you for giving me a family. I love you, my love.
Your dearest husband,
Your eyes filled with teachers as you picked up the bottom of the dress, Angelica trailed quickly behind you as you ran to the square. You saw the doctor you and Alexander knew, slumped over a body. You pushed past the crowds of people and saw Alexander bleeding.
“Oh my God,” you whined and felt your eyes released tears. “No!” you screamed as you fell beside your dying husband. Your hand interlaced with his as you sobbed on his steady chest, his heartbeat slowed down slightly before you let out another scream. You felt Angelica wrap her arms around you and few tears slip from her eyes. You kept your eyes closed as you heard gasps and whispers. Your body not leaving his until Angelica forcefully pulled you up and held you in her arms.
This took me far longer than I thought it should’ve. It was worth it though.
I just need to learn how to EV train and find the berries for EV resetting. Then this could possibly be the best Pokemon I have ever trained.
Oh! @dailysylveon I did it!
Couldn’t study until I got this out of my head, it’s way longer than what I intended and probably has way too much description and lack of plot but bleh, I have a test tomorrow, enjoy.
It had been
an extended battle to say the least, four nights and three days with no sound
besides the clacking of spades and the screams of men, screams of pain and
anger. The little time Jon had had to rest was spent fixing arrows and carrying
men inside the care tents, he had only eaten what his servant had forced into
his hands every time he found him, the young boy had pushed him onto a stool, sewn
whatever flesh was hurt and washed him the best he could, if Jon was honest, he
cared little of this kind of administrations, he felt animal, feral, the only
thing he could smell was blood and the constant red of the fires reminded him
of the only reason he had fought.
Tucked in a
tiny pouch sewn into a leather cuff was a lock of Sansa’s hair, fragrant at first,
when he had left Winterfell on top of his horse, he had kept it hidden on the
inside of his wrist, almost feeling like the red hair pumped energy to his
He saw her
face every time he closed his eyes, her stoic mask as she wished them glory and
the way her lilac eyelids looked when he had kissed her forehead and she had
closed her eyes, grasping the fur straps on his chest with both hands as if
trying to keep him with her, but both knew that there was no way around it, he wouldn’t
stay far from the fight and she wouldn’t come close to it. “I will come back to
you, I promise” he whispered before smelling her hair and turning around.
they had spent at Winterfell after the meeting with the dragon queen had been,
even with the amount of work this war had brought them, sort of magical for
them, the revelations bran had brought with him had allowed them to get closer
than what they already were, every care they had with each other before had
became more intimate and had a new tint over it, shame removed from the way
their eyes would meet during councils, breakfast and supper, if anyone noticed
no one said anything.
took him out of his thoughts when he handed him a jar of ale and ser Davos came
into the tent, the old man looked worn out, dressed for the battlefield still,
to inform him that the queen was looking for him intensely.
His aunt was
signing parchment after parchment that Missandei scribed and her helpers folded
and attached to dozens of ravens, she raised her eyes and smiled softly.
grace, what could I do to serve you?” he curtsied, wondering where the end of
the war left them, they were far from being family but the battlefield had made
them understand each other and it has proved his heritage when Viserion had
allowed him to ride his back, Daenerys now looked at his nephew with a glint of
pride in her violet eyes.
you may want to sign the parchment for Winterfell too” she said simply while
offering him the piece of paper “add whatever you may see fit” he looked at the
intricate writing, the words “Glory” and “Over” making its way onto his head,
how many years and how much sorrow and all was over now, he grabbed a quill and
wrote quickly, before folding it himself.
“we part at
sunrise” he said, handing the letter to his aunt. “I wouldn’t have it other way”
she said while taking it from his hand and sealing it.
If she was
tired she did not know it, for her days did not seem to end nor start, a
constant flow of problems, money to pay, mouths to feed, bodies to shelter and
wounded to attend, her servants were sure they had seen her in several places
at the same time, giving orders to the workers in the yard, ripping her gowns
to make dressing for the maesters, serving the plates of the hungry herself and
helping to close the gates before the night came, the only thing telling her apart
from the small people being her long red braid and the silver wolf pin she used
attached to her wool dress.
It had being
two moons since they had departed, she had counted everyday and searched the
skies for a raven, the few that came informed poorly and alarmed her more, the
others were closer and far more than what they thought, they had to burn every
dead to avoid killing it again, they had found themselves surrounded by south
enemies too -this last she knew, for her troops had had to kill a few men
wearing red and gold that tried to attack her home, they were the remains of
the big army that had perished along Cersei-, they didn’t knew if they were
going to be back.
cried long hours into Arya’s shoulder when that one had came, the fear of never
taking his hand again while praying in the Goodswood making itself real with every
minute that passed. It had been just after sunrise the day before their
departure when she had woken up to Ghost softly nudging her back and after throwing
whatever she found on top of her nightdress had followed the wolf to the
sanctuary, Jon was kneeling in front of the heart tree, his sword in front of
him, she placed a hand in her shoulder and he took it while pulling her, she
kneeled beside him, shoulders touching and hands intertwined and she could have
sworn the heart tree had closed its branches over and around them, the old gods
placing their hands on top of their heads, he had taken off his cloak and draped
it over her shoulders when it began to snow, looking into her eyes while
securing the clasp in the front, both pretending that this was just a nice gesture,
both wanting it to be real. “come back to me” she had whispered with their
foreheads touching “come back to me” she had repeated over and over again
against his neck, while his arms surrounded her, he wanted nothing more,
nothing else but to promise her so, but the odds looked so bad and he needed to
go and do his best so she could live, they had stayed like that until they
heard the movement of the castle starting to wake.
He and his
men left to join the queen in the battlefield the next sunrise, she stood in
the yard, in front of the doors until she couldn’t see them anymore and when
she went to lay at night she found a silver wolf pin on top of her pillow.
Sansa was updating
the coin book when Arya made her way into her room running with Ghost at her
feet and a letter in her hand, the expression on her sister’s face was
intrigued for she had respected her right to know first whatever the contents
were, but she had seen the dragon in the seal. It could indicate that they had
won or that she had to get everyone on road to the south as fast as she could.
She opened the
letter with steady hands and scanned it quickly, stopping only on the awful
writing in the end “I am safe and on my way to you”
KYLE: More often than you’d think. KYLE: I’ll catch him in class, during movies, whenever. KYLE: He just sits there with this dumb look on his face. KYLE: Hell, he does it in the middle of his own sentences sometimes. KYLE: Part of me wonders what he’s thinking about?
KYLE: Then I remember it’s probably just some dog he saw that day. KYLE: Or something about football. Maybe both. KYLE: Dogs playing football. That’s all Stan thinks about, absolutely.
I spent way longer on this than I should have, giving it highlights and double color on the overlay, but I really wanted to capture the mood lighting of this scene. I’ve been dying to draw the Relativity Falls version of this scene because I have this head canon that Grauntie Mabel has a shot gun and she’s not afraid to use it.