hello, may I ask what "giant leaps of doom" is in your review of Earl Carpenter's performance that you have watched?
Aaaah, the giant leap of doom. Epic.
Basically, Earl Carpenter stood on the Mausoleum bridge with the cross, and towards the end of the scene, when Christine and Raoul is about to run off, he ran from the side, took a giant leap over the cross base, and landed on the other side. With skull stick in hand!
How he did not fall down or crash land is beyond me. It looked quite terrifying. It was also mighty cool. Hence, “giant leap of doom”.
This story was inspired by Acid/C2ndy2c1d (http://c2ndy2c1d.tumblr.com) and her undying loyalty for one of my favorite cartoons, Courage the Cowardly Dog. And since she’s shown so many wonderful drawings to help sate my cravings, I thought I would write something in exchange.
This particular scenario is inspired by her awesome comic:
Imagine: Having to leave the Jedi Order because of your feelings for Obi Wan
For anon… Enjoy!
You zipped the last bag and loaded it onto your small ship, ignoring the constant dread that had pitted itself in your stomach.
You were leaving. For good.
It was almost disgusting to you, how you felt about Obi Wan. He had practically raised you since your were small, teaching you everything about the Force that there was to know. He was like your father and you thought about him romantically. Even worse, love was a path to the Dark Side. It transforms the way you act and feel which, as Yoda taught you, was an immediate and inescapable route to the darkness. It was better to leave than to give in to the evil of the Dark Side.
You shook your head and climbed into the vehicle, strapping yourself in and grasping the steering wheel, your knuckles whitening. This was it.
Slowly, your index finger tapped a flashing red button and the engine whirred to life, making the ship rattle unnervingly.
You took a deep, shaking breath and pushed on the steering wheel, causing the ship to skip forward. You jumped slightly, as if you were still surprised you were actually doing this.
Swallowing down any thoughts that screamed at you to stop, you pushed the steering wheel upward. With a mighty roar, the ship leaped off of the ground, blasting towards the atmosphere of Coruscant. Before you knew it, blackness surrounded you and the urban planet, with the Jedi Temple and beautiful lights that lit up the night, were far behind you.
“But why?” Obi Wan asked for the fourth time, running his fingers through his fair hair anxiously. It had been three days since you went missing and Obi Wan was almost enveloped in full blown panic, his face beginning to look gaunt.
The Jedi Knight was standing in front of Yoda. The little green Jedi’s three fingers hands were clasped together and his chin rested on top of them. His eyes looked glazed, as if he was deep in thought.
“Know, I do not.” He croaked, looking up at Obi Wan. The Jedi gritted his teeth in frustration.
“You must have some idea!” Obi wan almost yelled, throwing up his hands.
Yoda merely looked up him.
“An idea, I have. Like it, you will not.” He rasped, sitting up in his chair.
Obi Wan narrowed his eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Yoda cleared his throat.
“Loved you, Y/N did. Their only solution, leaving was.” He whispered, staring at his feet. “Sorry, I am.”
Obi Wan’s mouth tightened into a thin line and his eyes grew glassy, blurring his vision.
“Are you sure?” He murmured, even though the answer was obvious.
Yoda nodded slowly, his gaze slowly drifted up to meet Obi Wan’s.
“Unfortunately.” Was all he said.
Obi Wan ran his fingers through his hair again, blinking rapidly.
“Excuse me.” He muttered before turning abruptly and leaving the room, the door closing halfway behind him.
Noiselessly, the draconequus slides forward, eyes sharp and intent on her sleeping prey. Each step is slow and deliberate, her padded paws allowing her to come on in deadly silence. The teenage dragon continues to slumber, oblivious to his impending fate. With a mighty leap, the draconequus cub sails through the air, boosted by the haphazard (but of course graceful) flaps of her still-developing wings.
In one swift motion, Spike swings his lower body up and inward, neatly catching his little sister with his hind legs.
“Nice try.” Spike said, smirking, “But next time, try not to narrate yourself while you ‘hunt’, oh swift and mighty predator Panny.”
“Rawr!” said Pandora, still struggling to boop his nose with her paw.
I get a lot of requests to draw more of Spike and Pandora’s relationship. They’re pretty close, despite the age gap (Spike is in his late-ish teens, Panny is school aged). Panny thinks her brother is the absolute coolest and annoys the hell out of him with sticky sweet little sister wuv~
Spike is really is a cool BBBFF and enjoys having somebody looking up to him for once
Wild and crazy Corgis! ;) Angie and Winston FRAPPING! (Frantically Running and Playing!) They run like speeding bullets, turn on a dime, do barrel rolls and mighty leaps and body slams. Sometimes they look ferocious and scary and they love it. Me too :D
DeanCas + ridiculous, couple-y, fluffy autumn things
“Get back here, Dean!” Castiel laughed, his face flushed pink from the cool bite of the November breeze. His boot slipped on a stray, dew-laced leaf, causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards into a pile of freshly raked leaves.
He landed with an explosion of color, leaves in brilliant hues of reds and yellows bursting out from beneath him. The sight had Dean curled over himself with laughter, wracking through his body.
Their rakes had long since been forgotten, tossed lazily to the edge of the lawn when the game of chase had been initiated.
With a mighty leap, Dean joined Castiel in the mess, tossing a handful of leaves at his boyfriend’s face. Castiel glared playfully, his azure gaze taunting, and Dean didn’t hesitate to crawl forward and take his face in his hands.
Cupping his chilled cheeks with gloved hands, Dean guided Castiel’s lips to his own. The kiss was brief and loving, filling them both with brilliant warmth. Dean pulled away only slightly, a sly smirk on his lips.
“What d'ya say we take a break from raking, and share a shower?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Castiel couldn’t suppress a fond chuckle, before nodding eagerly.
The fireplace bathed the room in a soft, golden light.
Dean was sprawled out in front of the source of heat, skin still bare and hair damp. Castiel padded out of the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel.
Caught in a post-bliss state of comfort, Castiel sank to the floor beside his beloved. Immediately his hands reached out for Dean’s bare skin, rubbing circles into his sore muscles with practiced movement.
“Mm.. feels so good,” Dean murmured, eyes slipping shut. It was ironic that he had been gasping out the same sentence only moments before, in an entirely different situation.
Cas smiled to himself and continued to rub soothing shapes across Dean’s back.
“Cas, it’s a tradition,” Dean insisted, thrusting the coffee mug towards the other. “You can’t just say no to a Winchester tradition!”
“But Dean, I don’t even like cinnamon,” Castiel pointed out, though he took the cup in his hands regardless.
“You’ll like this. I promise. Have I ever broken a promise before?” Dean countered, flashing one of his signature smiles. The kind that make his eyes crinkle at the corners. The kind that make Castiel melt.
“Alright. I trust you.” He brought the cup to his lips, taking a sip of the hot, sweet liquid. Chocolate and cinnamon melded on his tongue, a strong and spicy flavor that tasted like Dean’s lips.
Immediately, he loved it. “Cinnamon hot chocolate. Who would’ve known,” Castiel replied after a moment, taking another generous sip.
Dean chased the cocoa with a kiss, pulling his boyfriend close by his belt loops. Suddenly he pulled away, green eyes wide with horror.
When Marvel Comics announced that their newest superhero would be a Muslim teenager from New Jersey, the Pakistani-American girl Kamala Khan, the New York Times headline read like it could have come right out of the pages of the Daily Bugle: “Mighty, Muslim and Leaping Off the Page”! After only two issues, Ms. Marvel has indeed become quite mighty, garnering rave reviews from readers and critics and becoming a top-selling digital comic.
fic: in the still of the night (i hear the wolf howl, honey) (Thorki, Explicit)
Loki goes to bring oil and wine to his grandmother and meets the big, bad wolf.
The Little Red Riding Hood AU you thought I’d never finish. Woefully unbetaed, but after so long it was post it now or never. Warnings: dub-con, bestiality (really, don’t read if that’s not your thing)
The dim twilight lingering in the great hall is a perfect match for Loki’s mood. Only tendrils of light illuminate the short days, never quite able to chase away the dark curtain of night at this time of the year, washing the harsh planes of Jotunheim in various shades of grey.