You are making a difference, whether you know it or not. So have no doubt about that. You did it again yesterday. The way you touched someone’s life just yesterday made a difference. And you are always doing that, do you know that? Yes, yes…your smile, your encouraging word, your willingness to just be ‘present” with another, has touched people in more ways than you realize. I only tell you this today so that you never lose faith. Faith in how life is moving through you — and how you are moving through life.
A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes. Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part OnePart TwoPart Three Part FourPart Five Part Six Part Seven Part EightPart Nine
Based on something that literally JUST happened, I’m just sitting here, surfing the web when I heard some scratching and banging from my walls, and when I looked outside into the hallway, there was no sign of activity! So naturally I casually told whoever was making the noise that we’re cool, hopefully they feel the same!
REPOST!!! Sorry guys! I noticed that in my previous version of this, the gif wasn’t working properly (the alarm clock was supposed to wobble from side to side and ring (▰˘︹˘▰)) so I decided redo this but with higher quality cause the other one looks gritty (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु
Some FX’s animation/development I made for the Annecy film, Au Lapin Agile!
From the very beginning, we wanted the fight to move through the different modern art movements. Since we knew the fight would bring the art to life, it was such a fun challenge to research, explore, and define how the three different art movements would show themselves. Not only did they have to be representative in their design, but I wanted the movement throughout the fight to be specific as well.
Tests shown here in order - Fauvism, Cubism, and early Abstraction (based on the Delaunay’s work).
I’m listening a lot to the Adventure Zone podcast at work and I had some free time today and got inspired to do some rough boards based on a moment that happens in the story (no actual spoilers). Also I don’t know how to make gifs so I took a video and you can probably hear me click furiously on the mouse to move through the panels.
Ten chapters down. I am so pleased with myself! Well, here comes more development…and I am finishing up the outline soon. Honey, ya’ll got a big storm coming. I bet you guys can guess who this mystery man is, but you get a cookie if you connect it to canon material (loosely).
Chapter Ten:Deals with the Devil
The rustle of leaves told her he wasthere, listening. He was always there when she came out to the
gardens. Sometimes, she mused that he lived there among the rose
bushes and stone angel fountains. Natsu was Natsu, and he never
ceased to surprise her.
“If you are really concerned, I can
infiltrate and pose as a blacksmith or something.” His voice spoke,
soft and low as the sun began to descend from midday. Soon, Lucy
would have to prepare for the trip to Jose’s chateau, and she loathed
even the smallest of galas. The stuffy dresses and false laughs were
enough to drive her insane. The fact that she could not enjoy food
with as little manners as she desired was salt in the wound.
His concern warmed her heart. Really,
she could not have wished for a better friend. Not that she would
tell him that. His head would swell and explode with his ego!
“O-Or I can pose as a statue…or a
gargoyle. A gargoyle would be more fitting for a fearsome being like
myself-” He continued, the bushes rustling as he moved his hands in
poses much like the gargoyles he had seen in the graveyard decor.
“Natsu. I will be alright. It will
just be like all the other boring parties. Are you getting your
weapons repaired after that escapade with Gray?” Oh, yes. That was
the talk of the town when the gallows were demolished in a blast of
flames. It took no taxing thoughts to know exactly what Natsu had
The shrubbery stilled, and Lucy
giggled at the mutters from the depths of the branches. “Hmmm,
fine. As long as you promise you will be alright.” Natsu
finally replied, sounds of dirt shifting as he moved. “I would hate
to have to invade and bust a few asshole’s noses for messing with
you. You know I would if you only asked.”
Giggling, Lucy brushed off her dress
as she stood. “Yeah, I know. Those poor souls would not be able to
handle the punch of a Dragon Assassin. I can deal.” Honestly, she
could do her own punching. It sounded fun!
Natsu grumbled from the bush, his tone
became serious and warning, “Luce, be careful.” There was no room
for argumentation, but Lucy was curious about the new nickname.
“Since when did you decide to call
me ‘Luce’?” Honestly, he never did before. Why now?
The man was silent for a moment before
his amused voice slid from the leaves. “Would you prefer that I
call you 'Luigi’? I am flexible.” The branches shifted as he
laughed, the sound of his leather gloves slapping his knee
The heiress huffed, turning on her
heel and stomping away. “'Luce’ is just fine, thanks!” She called
with her nose in the air as Natsu’s chuckles reached her ears.
Honestly, what an idiot!
The carriage rocked with every pothole
the wheels encountered. While Lucy struggled to remain upright on the
plush seats, her father remained still as stone, never once looking
at her or speaking to her. It came as no surprise to the blonde,
though she expected at least a reprimand for how much she jostled in
the bench seat.
Outside her window, the views changed
as time passed: from the Aristocratic District, to the Commoner
District, to the Slum District, to open fields and farms. Now, Jose’s
terrace loomed as they passed through the grand gates that really
only marked the entrance and did little to keep trespassers out. Lucy
could pick out where the party thrived, the lights and music reaching
her as more calming than the other gala’s she had experienced. A
courtyard of jest and merriment instead of a room with insufferable
The carriage driver took them to the
very mouth of the yard, where fancily dressed butlers opened the
metal doors and allowed Jude to exit first. Ladies first, Lucy mused
mentally as she placed her gloved hand lightly on a butler’s offered
palm, not really using his assistance to hoist herself out of the
Not looking back, her father vanished
into the crowds, leaving her alone as the carriage driver spurred the
horses to move to the parking area. No matter how surprising this
change of events was, Lucy immediately grinned and decided to make
the most of this gift. Here she was, not paraded around like some
prize not yet on the market. Finally free to mingle of her own
decision or free to raid the buffet table.
Living on the shore of Lake Ontario, just east of Toronto, photographer Matt Molloy has daily encounters with brilliant sunsets and cloudscapes that he’s been photographing for over three years. One day he began experimenting with time-lapse sequences by taking hundreds of images as the sun set and the clouds moved through the sky.
Alec stands there quietly, admiring Magnus’ body as he moves fluidly through one martial arts pose to another. He thinks its Tai Chi, but, honestly, he doesn’t really care since he has a shirtless high warlock in front of him. Alec waits for Magnus to finish, not thinking that he heard him come in, when suddenly Magnus speaks, “Most people usually tell the owner of the house they’ve come in when they enter. Not that I mind you looking, Alexander.” Alec flushes at being caught as Magnus turns around and smirks. “What can I help you with, darling?”