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(Slapping some test colours on one of ~17 panels, which are about half roughed out as of tonight! …Not including the backgrounds, which are just sketched in…)

Thanks for sticking around during a period of silence on my end, friends! I had a busy couple of weeks, between finishing up my part of the job for an upcoming project launch at one office, grading a huge stack of papers at the other, and submitting a conference paper, and it left me with approximately enough energy to walk my dog and eat meals for a while there! If you ever want to chat with me and I’m not around on here, feel free to hit me up for my Discord details. 

Anyway, I’m still hoping to do a White Day comic–the one I promised last year, haha–in good time before I launch into some kind of multi-page project in the spring, but man! Time’s really zipping by. @_@

You know, I sometimes feel like a lot of people on Tumblr tend to forget that, if you’re talking about someone in the approximately 35 to 55 age range, you’re not talking about a baby boomer, you’re talking about a Gen X’er. (My generation, incidentally, though I’m on the younger end of it.) 

It seems like Tumblr tends to use baby boomer as shorthand for The Olds™, basically anyone over 40, but if they were born in the mid-sixties or later, they’re not boomers. They’re the post-boomer age cohort. 

(And similarly, anyone in their mid-to-late teens or younger is not a millennial; they’re whatever generation comes after millennials, which we don’t seem to have a word for yet. We are getting pretty close to the time when most of the people who are of age to be graduating college and entering the job market are not going to be millennials anymore, but post-millennials. Meanwhile the older millennials are going to be turning 40 soon. YOU’RE WELCOME. XD)

“Orphan Black” cinematography quibble: the breakup scene

The most painful scene in the show to date.  Well written and beautifully acted.  Dialogue is almost unnecessary because you can see every thought and emotion in Maslany’s and Brochu’s faces:

Cosima’s happiness on seeing Delphine for the first time in weeks is palpable:

OMG, her face.  Delphine’s been putting this off and she knows what she has to do, but she still can’t help clinging to Cosima one last time:

(Incidental medical quibble: you use the back of your hand, not your palm, to assess fever.  It’s a surprisingly sensitive method.)

The saddest, tiniest “I love you” ever:

And then, after Cosima shuts the door crying, Delphine finally breaks down:

And collapses against the wall (sorry, not a great screencap here):

But - and this is what bugs me - the very next cut shows a medium long shot of Delphine from the opposite angle:

Which IMMEDIATELY takes me out of the scene, because all I can think is that in order to get this shot, the crew had to reset the camera and lighting and poor Brochu had to play Delphine’s breakdown all over again.  Not cool.

anonymous asked:

Is it weird that when I first saw that the guy had yellow eyes, I immediately thought Azazel was back? I just had an immediate flashback to season six when Dean was hallucinating Azazel and the hallucination said something along the lines of: God brought Cas back, why not me?

Add a little spice… to all that sugar :D

I think we all had a kind of moment where we thought that, especially where Ramiel said “sweetheart” to Mary - he was just being intimidating, it turned out, but it was definitely set up to make us think it for a moment >.> I mean we weren’t to know there were any more demons with yellow eyes out there. 

Incidentally, I saw wank that happened to mention in passing that it was confirmed that he was the only yellow eyed demon, because the other demons said so, and therefore it was canon breaking to add more YED to the game, so I searched every episode transcript for references to “yellow” in any episode with a demon between 1x21 where they found out he had yellow eyes, and 3x04 where Azazel is named (there REALLY aren’t many) and Meg only calls him “Yellow Eyes” in 2x14 when pretending to be Sam (otherwise she calls him father I guess), and one of the 7 Sins calls him that when talking directly to the Winchesters, as “your yellow eyed friend” - and the demons seemed to know enough that the Winchesters weren’t privy to his name, and honestly, I think names have power for things such as making summoning or binding demons easier, so it’s probably common to NOT give out names - I mean look what happened in 6x04 when Bobby got Crowley’s real name :P And we never, ever found out Meg’s, which goes to show how much she really trusted them. Anyway in 3x04 Casey is really sniffy about how they DON’T all call him Yellow Eyes and casually calls him Azazel (because I guess if he’s dead his name has no power over him anyway) and THEN we find out. Of course it’s said in such a way to make it sound like the demons find it quite amusing that the Winchesters didn’t know his name, and would use a name to distinguish him, which now we know there are 3 other Yellow Eyed Demons makes a ton of sense. None of it confirms he was the only one…

I suppose this will never reach that person and wouldn’t convince them if they did because they’ve started to really really hate the show this season and have had me blocked forever probably for not-hating the show since we’ve never, ever crossed paths so they must have blocked me after reading something I said second hand… But I felt like I had to defend that point somewhere and I remembered it reading this XD

Anyway in a way bringing back a set of YED does metaphorically resurrect Azazel and put him back into the narrative - his ghost is right there with them every time they show their eyes, and even if none of them are a “fanatic” like him, dealing with the Princes of Hell for Sam and Mary especially is like, literally confronting their demons. 

(I am sort of pissed off because the novel I’m working on basically has this premise for the main character and her long-presumed-dead father who suddenly reappears in her life and she goes off to metaphorically confront her demons with him only to end up literally confronting a demon that represents a ton of the bad stuff in her life, and whose presence eventually changes both their paths. Like, wow, I’ve only been pecking away at that story since like 2010 or whatever, thanks Supernatural, can you please STOP :P)

Ascoltando alla radio la notizia di Fabo, il Dj che dopo un incidente è rimasto totalmente paralizzato e cieco, non posso fare a meno di pensare.
Dj Fabo si è fatto accompagnare in Svizzera per poter scegliere liberamente di morire.
Hanno accertato la gravità delle sue condizioni, hanno fatto degli esami per essere sicuri che, in nessun modo, Fabo avrebbe potuto superare questa maledetta vita. Dopodiché, con una forza disumana, Fabo ha confermato di voler morire. Di voler andare via e di tornare ad essere finalmente libero.
Io devo dire la verità: non sapevo né di lui né della sua storia, ma oggi tutti ne parlano e la mia curiosità ha voluto capire meglio il punto della situazione.

Un anno fa mio nonno ha avuto un ictus, ma lui aveva già una malattia rara che, lentamente, lo stava sgretolando.
Mio nonno è caduto per terra la mattina del 25 febbraio 2016, ha sbattuto la faccia ed ha perso tanto sangue. Poco prima era seduto sul letto, mentre aspettava che mia nonna gli passasse i pantaloni.
Siamo corsi all'ospedale, aveva un occhio totalmente nero ed il setto nasale rotto. I dottori ci hanno detto che aveva avuto un ischemia cerebrale e che era trascorso troppo tempo per sperare in una ripresa.
Aveva la parte sinistra del corpo totalmente paralizzata e aveva perso la vista in un occhio.
Intanto, per via della Miosite, la sua malattia rara (a cui non esiste cura), aveva già smesso di vedere bene da tanto tempo e, mano a mano che gli anni passavano, stava perdendo sempre di più anche la forza nelle braccia e nelle gambe. Questo non lo ha certamente aiutato a riprendersi dopo l'ictus.
È rimasto paralizzato in un letto per nove lunghi mesi, anche se aveva i valori di un morto, anche se non riusciva più a parlare ed anche se non riusciva più a vedere niente. Neanche i medici sono mai riusciti a spiegarsi la sua situazione.
C'era una cosa che, però, con insistenza lui si ostinava a dire. Voleva morire.
Ci guardava con tutta naturalezza mentre con l'unica mano che riusciva a muovere cercava di farci il segno della puntura. Poi batteva la mano sul suo petto e chiudeva gli occhi.
“Fatemi una puntura, così muoio”.
E noi, ogni volta, rimanevano sbalorditi e ci arrabbiavamo.
“Non devi dire così! Tu devi reagire, hai capito?” non sapevamo dirgli altro.
Anche perché, diciamoci la verità… quando sei davanti ad una persona che ami e questa persona è ridotta così tanto male da voler addirittura morire, alla fine, si è sempre un po’ egoisti. Lo saremmo tutti.
Ed oggi, quindi, mentre guardo la gente lottare per avere anche in Italia la possibilità di scegliere da soli di morire, penso a mio nonno, a quanto avrebbe voluto andarsene da qui, senza rimanere immobile in un letto a soffrire come una bestia per così tanti mesi.
Dovremmo passare una sola giornata fermi in un letto, una giornata dove quando abbiamo male da qualche parte non possiamo fare niente se non impazzire, dove se qualcosa ci dà fastidio non possiamo neanche esprimerci perché non sappiamo più che fine possa aver fatto la nostra voce. Dovremmo rimanere fermi e zitti in un letto per un solo giorno, ma non per nostra scelta. Dovrebbe capitarci così, una mattina, di aprire gli occhi e capire che di tutte le bellezze del mondo non riusciremo più a vederne neanche l'ombra. Sarebbe l'unico modo per farci capire come si sentono tutte le persone come mio nonno o come Fabo.
Capiremmo perché si può aver anche voglia di morire, quando la vita ti toglie le gambe, le braccia, la parola, la vista. Come si può chiamare vita, una vita ferma così?

Ed ora auguro buon viaggio a Fabo. Ora corri, scatenati, suona… Fai quel cazzo che ti pare, ma non tornare più in questo paese. Qui la gente non lo sa come ci si sente a morire come sei morto tu.

anonymous asked:

Okay, I'm not sure if you've gotten this ask before, but you're really good at character analyses. And I wanted to ask what character flaws you've seen in Steven.

Incidentally, I have talked about this before!

Steven’s main flaws I think that we’ve seen are: he can sometimes try to deny or push down his own bad feelings rather than address them. He also really wants to help people, but, especially in the past, has misunderstood that people don’t always want what he thinks they want (Sadie’s Song) or that it might not be his place to casually insert himself into someone else’s problems and try to Fix the situation without their consent or input.

Consider how very casually and flippantly Steven keeps repeatedly asserting that Sadie and Lars are a couple when they themselves, if anything, do not seem comfortable calling it that or are just tentatively exploring how they want to relate to each other. 

Something I didn’t mention in the linked post, but has been pointed out (by, I believe @faelapis  had good meta about this?) is that Steven really wants to believe the best in his friends and this can lead to him being rather unsympathetic or harsh sometimes- he doesn’t want to think his friends or family are wrong about something. 

anonymous asked:

La doctora Edwards le ha salvado la vida a mucha gente, junto al doctor Stafford y su esposa Clea. — ¡Si, y el doctor Jonas! Gracias a dios por su dedicación. he visto a la elegante doctora Maldonado también, junto a la nueva directora Maisaki.

Han sido de gran ayuda, especialmente luego del incidente, no solo los doctores, también el personal médico en general.

Gracias por su dedicación.

@erikaedwards @nicolemichells @gwengyldenlove

Periscope. (Capítulo 2) ZosanFic. Español de España.

Capítulo 2. AO3, Fanfiction.net 


Resumen:

Kuro Ashi no Sanji ha tenido una vida difícil. Ahora tiene veinte años y se dedica al cine para adultos, va a fiestas, fuma y bebe alcohol.
En la productora de cine X, DoffyxStudios, ha encontrado algunos compañeros, Sabo y Cavendish. Llena sus horas libres en la red social Periscope, enseñando a cocinar y compartiendo recetas, mientras charla de todo un poco. Su sueño es ser otro tipo de actor, le encantaría participar en películas que no implicaran sexo. Ahora tiene que ir a rodar al pequeño pueblo de Bighorn, en la provincia de Drum, pero un desafortunado incidente que le tendrá atrapado en las montañas, le pondrá en el camino de Roronoa Zoro, un tranquilo e introvertido profesor de gimnasia, del que se enamorará unilateral y profundamente
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NEW CHARACTERS!

Folks, we’re SUPER excited to unveil our first update for exclusive pilot content!  We wanted to start it off with some of our background (incidental) characters!  Just a few of the residents you will find taking up space in the Gulch.  You’ll see em hanging in the saloon, hiding under a tree, or hobbling from shoppe to shoppe.  Our idea was to do our take on various myths but also create new ones.  Part 1, more to come!  Enjoy and thank you for your ongoing support! 

No offense but I will never get over the attention to detail everyone involved poured into The Prince of Egypt.

One of my favorite things visually about When You Believe is the way it introduces the viewer to all of these incidental characters—nameless fathers and children and old people who have no role in the main action of the story, who appear on screen for a minute at most—and really makes you feel for them.

In one segment there’s a little girl guiding maybe her grandmother up to the main gate out of the city. And here the grandmother pauses, overcome with emotion or fear; she can’t go on.

I never noticed it before, but the inside of the gate is covered in hieroglyphs:

They’re slaves, kneeling with their arms bound behind them. (Next to actual hieroglyphs of slaves at Abu Simbel for comparison.)

There’s an earlier shot of this anonymous old woman gazing over at this wall depicting slaves, the blood and tears of her people sunk into the stone.

She and the child and the rest of the crowd take their first steps as free people past this, and I just.

It’s such a powerful image.

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Okay, but imagine Andrew squinting at his laptop screen, trying to decide whether or not to add a period. Should he capitalize? What about all caps?? Is there a printer in their dorm or does he need to send someone down to the library? He probably spends five minutes trying to get a decent shot without any shadow before deciding that this jives with his zero-shits-given aesthetic better. His password’s an impossible mix of 20 random letters that no one else can hope to figure out and he probably always stays on messaging apps so none of the Foxes can peek at his home screen over his shoulder.