Omigosh I had so much fun sketching this out. Gon-chan in Killua’s clothes makes me melt. If you want an inked and full color version then down’t worry, it’s coming…sometime. I was actually planning on giving this to an AMAZING artist online so I’m trying really hard to make sure it looks good.
I’m probably gonna change my profile pic to Gon’s face in this pic sometime soon, you know, when it’s finished.
I know this year has been awful for everybody on this earth but actually it was a really good year for Sebastian, maybe his best, and i’m so grateful of that. I’m so proud of him and all his success because he deserves everything good the universe has to offer.
SO THIS IS MY NERD, CLICKER. I may make a separate post with some actual info about him later. He’s a quiet bot with a fascination for bugs and biochemical warfare. He’s most commonly found tinkering away in the lab, creeping on walls and ceilings, and asking frustratingly quizzical questions about the universe. His birthday is tomorrow. Happy 6 years, old mech <3
Please do not tag me/kin or remove the description from my art.
i heard this really soppy song so i decided to make an obnoxiously long and incredibly half-assed comic about dan’s refusal to tell phil that he actually loved him while he was still alive, and his regret to do so after he died. i do not own the lyrics, just the drawings! the original english lyrics belong to JubyPhonic. hope you enjoyed it : — )
@danisnotonfire posted his first video six years ago today and since then he’s met his best friend, created his own unique video series such as ‘reasons why dan’s a fail’ and ‘internet support group,’ been on and now has a show on BBC radio 1, made many great collaborations with other YouTubers, created a gaming channel, written an incredible book, gone on tour, and effected the lives of over 5 million people. Dan has done a lot in these six years and I personally am glad I got to watch it all happen. He’s inspired many people and managed to make them laugh. He’s creative, intelligent, well articulated, kind, and has a unique ‘relatable’ sense of humour. I’m so glad that he chose to share his life with us and would like to say thank you.
Thank you, Dan, for posting that iconic video that makes you cringe so much. If not for you posting that video and continuing to make the great content you do, then many of us would not be the people we are today.
In the book you said that you felt that you and Phil were writing it to thank us for being there so you could share your lives and ideas with us, but really we should be thanking you for allowing us to get to know you and for making us smile.
My 9 year-old brother was talking to me about his favorite video game, and was complaining how there were hardly any girl characters at all out of the hundred or so available. So I kinda looked at him curiously and asked him “Are you a feminist?”, and without hesitation, he said yes, he was. So I smiled and asked him if he even knew what feminist was, and without skipping a beat, said, “Believing that men and women are equal.”
And if a 9 year-old can grasp that simple of a concept and apply it to the real world (or, in this case, video games), then it’s not that difficult of an idea.
Matthew is eight years old. He sits on the floor, crosslegged, with a book in his lap and his eyes wide.
Isobel watches from the couch, as he is entranced by the book, slowly tracing his eyes over the words and smiling every once in a while, or rounding his mouth into a ‘o’ shape.
He finishes reading a page, but he hesitates to turn it. He stares at the carpet in front of him, and then at the words again, and finally turns his head to his mother.
“Why does the cat walk by himself?” he asks.
Isobel raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure. Does the book tell you?”
“He wants independence, which I suppose is alright, but I don’t understand. Why would he want to walk completely alone?” Matthew purses his lips. “He says all places are alike to him. But there are so many beautiful places, how could they all be alike?”
“Does the cat have any other reason for wanting to be alone?”
Matthew shrugs and closes the book. “I suppose I simply don’t understand why anyone would choose to be alone forever.”
“Neither do I, Matthew. But I’m sure the cat has his reasons.”
Matthew is thirteen years old. It is his birthday, and he now has exactly what he wanted as presents: books, books, and more books. They sit in a stack on his bedside table, and he sits on the edge of his bed, dangling his legs and looking over all of them, deciding which he wants to read first.
Isobel had wanted him to put them on the bookshelf in their small library, but Reginald had convinced her not to push it. “We won’t be hearing from him much either way,” he said, winking at Matthew. “Might as well let him keep them with him. They’re his.”
Matthew had smiled gratefully at his father, and had gathered up the stack of books in his arms.
He sits on the bed with two next to him to decide between: Frankenstein and The Count of Monte Cristo. He closes his eyes and happens to grab The Count of Monte Cristo.
There’s something that enthralls him about the elaborate revenge of the story, and the very fact that a man who came from nothing was able to do anything.
Matthew doesn’t come from nothing, but the story thrills him nonetheless. By the time it’s nearing midnight, his mother knocks on the door. His eyes are red and bleary, but he needs to know what happens next.
Isobel knocks on the door, comes in, pats his shoulder, and gently takes the book from his hands. “Happy birthday, my darling. Get some sleep.” She turns down the gas lamp in his room and kisses his forehead.
As soon as she leaves, Matthew turns the lamp up again and picks up his book.
Matthew is eighteen years old. Reginald is 56 years old. Or, at least, Reginald was 56 years old.
Matthew is without a father.
He didn’t get home in time to see Reginald, either. Matthew got on the train from Oxford as soon as he got the telegram from his mother that his father was suddenly very ill, but it was to no avail.
He had knocked on the door, and when he saw his mother’s face, he knew.
He can’t cry, though. God knows he cried on the train ride home, despite the stares. But the shock of his father’s death is cold and hard and Matthew almost doesn’t believe it. He had been so healthy and lively and suddenly…
A heart attack, Isobel had said. And like that, Reginald Crawley was gone.
Matthew comes out of his room, wandering, unsure where to go.
His feet take him to the library, and he sees a book on the table. The Divine Comedy. His father must have been reading it.
Matthew curls up on the couch, in his father’s favorite spot. It still smells like Reginald, and it comforts Matthew.
He picks up the book. His father was on the third section of the book, Paradiso. Matthew didn’t go back to the beginning, he just began to read, and something struck him.
His father had known. Why else would he have been reading a novel about heaven? This both chills Matthew and comforts him.
Matthew isn’t Catholic, but he agrees with some of the book. There is a God, and heaven, and if anyone deserves to be there, it’s Reginald Crawley.
Maybe because Reginald knew, he had left it there on purpose.
For Matthew to know.
Matthew is twenty-eight years old. There is something next to his bed. And on top of it, a letter. Signed ‘Mary’.
It’s been a few weeks since his birthday, and he hadn’t really expected to receive anything from her. They didn’t really get along. But there it is, a package with a letter from her.
He tentatively opens the letter. Mary’s handwriting is elegant and his heart drops in his chest.
I apologize for how dreadfully I have been treating you. Both my mother and my sister have brought this to my attention. (Sybil, of course; Edith might have but I would never listen to her anyway) I know I have been, although I cannot regret everything I have said, because quite a bit of it is true. I know it was your birthday a few weeks ago, and here is my late contribution. I assume you have read it, considering our conversation on the topic, but in any case, enjoy it. I doubt this can make up for what I have said to you, but I hope it can be a step in the right direction. After all, we must live with each other and peace is always preferable to war.
Matthew tears open the package, and inside is a thin book. The story of Perseus and Andromeda.
Matthew recalls their discussion at one of his first dinners, and smiles.
This is certainly a step in the right direction.
Matthew is thirty-three years old. And he understands now.
He is broken beyond repair, by war and injury and heartbreak, and he sits (after all, there is nothing else he can do) with books in his lap whenever he is not too tired, and he understands so much of what he read when he was young.
He understands the cat who walked by himself. Because now he is the cat, apart from the irony that he cannot walk. But he has empathy for the cat, who wants nothing more than to be independent through a meaningless, dull life. All places look alike because there is nowhere he can go, and nothing he can do.
He understands the Count of Monte Cristo, and how his desire for revenge was both all consuming and self destructive. War has turned him into a monster, it seems, and he has such strong hatred toward the Germans. They took so many lives, the lives of his friends, his legs… But Matthew also realizes that revenge is both impossible and impractical.
He even understands his father, and why he left The Divine Comedy open on the table in the library. He has been so close to death for so long, and there is such comfort in knowing that there was life after death, that he would see his father and his friends again, and that he had a chance, too, to go somewhere far better than the earth. He isn’t afraid of death anymore; how bad could it be? To be in heaven would be far better than his meager existence.
He only doesn’t understand Perseus and Andromeda; the story of a gallant hero saving the woman he loves doesn’t strike him anymore. There is no valor, there is no honor in fighting, there is only dirt and mud and pain and screams.
Matthew used to understand heroism. But for all that he understands now, he doesn’t understand that anymore.
Matthew is thirty-seven years old. And everything is clear.
He sits with his four year old son on his lap, with his wife by his side, and reads the story of Perseus and Andromeda to George until he falls asleep and Matthew tucks him into bed.
Matthew understands Perseus now. He was not trying to be valiant or heroic. He just wanted to save the woman he loves.
He squeezes Mary’s hand. “Your gift has come in handy,” he says, with a smirk.
“A catcher gives a pitcher signs in order to retire a batter. In order to retire a batter, a pitcher throws to where a catcher asks him. The pitcher and the catcher form a battery that merges their thoughts and feelings into one. With just this, we’ll become partners.”
can we just. talk. about urie’s expressions in this chapter. this is more than likely bringing back memories and emotions from when his father died. except now it’s happening right in front of him. urie is all about control and he’s trying to be strong for shirazu’s sake but in the end he’s completely powerless to do anything besides offer words of comfort and even those couldn’t reach him.
Starlights and EXO-Ls learned each others fanchants so they can both cheer for VIXX and EXO during their performances at the GDA.
exo-ls did it as a thank you for leo and ravi when they took care of xiumin during isac futsal game.wontaek took care of him and assisted him to stand up and walk to their bench when he got hurt and leo even included him for his thank you when their team won
starlights appreciated the gesture so much that they also learned love me right fanchant so they can cheer for exo as well.