ok so i did all the frames yesterday and slapped them together in movie maker to judge the timing and figure out what to put where? and i thought that maybe i could figure out how to put the finished thing together by today, but that is definitely not happening at this rate because im a complete animation scrub who has no idea what she’s doing, so uh have this wip for now lmao
happy birthday sister (@stupidchick), you know i love you sis and i can’t wait to see you again, just a few more weeks and you are going to be home for the summer. this is my present for you (since i can give you the real david, you will have to be happy with this). i love you sister and i’m very proud of you, you’re working for your dream living in another country and that’s why you are the bravest of the two of us. i can’t wait to see you and you’re a year older now!
hey yo woah !! here are some more kaya scodelario rp icons bc she’s an absolute beauty !! i take no credit for the images, as i’ve only re-sized & added a psd/border to them !! btw these are generally from kaya’s personal photos, candids, & movie/tv roles !! a like or reblog would be appreciated beebs !!
A continuation of this. As much as I love stangst, I need me some comfort and hugs. Hopefully it’s a bit more satisfying. It still has some sad feely feels but at least it’s better than having angsty feels and not knowing what will happen next. Got a little help on DA with how to continue it.
I’m in a little bit of trouble, and I’m in real deep
It was just a simple reflex. A bullet would graze a man’s leg and he would bandage it up and press his lips gently against the cloth for a brief moment before he ran off to the next man who yelled for a medic. Someone would break a bone in their hand, and he would drop a quick kiss to the space that hurt before wrapping up the hand to hold the bone in place. Eugene didn’t think much of it. It was something his grandmother had always done and it had now become something he did as well.
The men, at first, they thought it was weird. The first couple times it had happened, they would stare after him, dazed as he ran off to the other men who needed his help. After a while they just chalked it up to “Doc being Doc” and began to expect it, even began to look at it as a source of comfort. Maybe there was some sort of stock in kissing an injury to make it better. It certainly felt like it worked.