❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question ! ❞
❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ? ❞
❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ? ❞
❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ? ❞
❝ where was all this before i met you ? ❞
❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
❝ who are you ? ❞
❝ i believe in some things. ❞
❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh ? ❞
❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ? ❞
❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞
❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞
❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞
❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ? ❞
❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it ? ❞
❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?! ❞
❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ? ❞
❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
❝ are you dead ? ❞
❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
❝ did you pray for another life ? ❞
❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
❝ this was a human sacrifice ? ❞
❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
❝ please, go in peace. ❞
❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ? ❞
❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
Please note my extreme distress as Kamui just casually has a conversation with HUGE RIVERS OF SYAORAN’S BLOOD FLOATING AROUND HIM IN AN AESTHETICALLY PLEASING MANNER.
IT’S VERY PRETTY BUT I AM VERY UPSET ABOUT IT.
Also very noteworthy is that Kamui, in recognising Syaoran as an artificial human (correctly? incorrectly? can we talk about that some more please because I HAVE MANY MANY QUESTIONS) assumes that Fai owns him.
He said they don’t usually have souls, but do they really? He’s surprised by Syaoran’s fighting abilities but NOT SO SURPRISED about the walking around and talking thing. WHICH IS CONCERNING.
It remains to be seen if, in assuming that Fai was an owner of an artificial human, Kamui recognises him as a type of Vampire as well.
BECAUSE WOULDN’T THAT BE ANOTHER GREAT BOMBSHELL TO DEAL WITH WHILE SYAORAN BLEEDS TO DEATH IN THIS POOL OF VALUABLE WATER.
Other things: The question still does not surprise Fai. The Telepathy does not surprise Fai.
The implication that artificial humans can be owned does not surprise Fai.
The statement that Syaoran is an artificial human does not surprise Fai.
Would you ever consider doing basic tutorials as to how you draw different face shapes etc...? I really admire your art and I've just started out drawing myself. ♡
Thank you :) Ahhh, it means a lot! <3 As for your question? I don’t know how to explain such things in a tutorial. When I want to change the shape of the face I just change it. I change the size and shape of the chin, jaws, cheekbones and forehead. But equally important is the place of the eyes, nose and lips and the distance between them.
I really don’t know how to make a tutorial that would show the process of those changes (I should think about it). Anyway, all the alterations might be more visible and exaggerated or more subtle. Everything depends on what you want to achieve.
A pair of hipster Lightwood with extra hipster-ness My bad, I just did not have anything in mind. I don’t watch the tv show anymore so I can not judge it, please don’t hate me. Just remembering the laser-like seraph-blades and the turn on/off runes…. *chills*
I'm a current anti. My sister's a Larry and I've never been a cruel, hateful anti but have really thought u guys exaggerate regarding Larry. She showed me a link to the bondage bears and it led me to here. I'm now questioning everything. I first wondered if the bears were a joke bc it's so eerie how it predicts future events. Are they for real? Did Harry and Louis set it up? I'm so confused. So how long have HL been together then? Has it been always? Gah.. Are there any good masterposts on this?
Hi anon! Okay so first of all, thank you for being polite. I have no issue with people not believing in Larry so long as they’re not assholes about it so tbh i don’t even think you qualify as an anti (imo the only people who are true antis are the ones who are cruel and hateful and/or homophobic).
Once upon a time there was a quiet girl named Joanne. Joanne didnt like to talk, not because she was shy, but because she was always watching, always listening. She observed everything, sometimes too much. But she did it for one reason. To learn the weaknesses of everyone, just in case she needed to tear their lives down around them.
So she stayed quiet, watchful, learning every nuance of the people around her.
One day a boy named Gary was picking on her. He was a jerk who had lived down the street for years, ever since they were children. They were almost 30 now and still, he was relentless. But as Gary approached, Joanne knew her time had come.
“Gary,” she said smoothly. “I hope your day has been well.” Her words were cool, lined with steel and venom; a lifetime of icey rage lacing every syllable. Gary was utterly oblivious.
“Yeah, guess you could say that,” he crowed proudly. “Bet your day was as horrible as your hair.”
Joanne grinned, a spider laying her trap. “Always so funny, Gary.” She slid her eyes to the blue Toyota idling in the drive way. It was Gary’s pride and joy, though Joanne had never been able to discern why. It was average, nothing special, but Gary adored it. It was his prized possession. So she knew exactly the four words to bring his day down. “she’s looking beat up.”
Gary whipped his gaze to his car, a frown tugging at his lips. “What’d'ya mean? She’s pretty as ever.”
Joanne pursed her lips and flicked her eye brows up, lifting her shoulder in a slight shrug as she said, “if you say so.” She turned on her heel and strode into her house, having planted the seeds of self doubt in his head. He was a narcissist and egotistical, But he valued peoples opinions too much. He would question everything in his life now. His job, his house. It wouldnt be long until he was a mess.
She gave it till the end of the week before he got fired from his job. Then he’d see how much his, cheating, horrible wife truly cared for him. Joanne had heard her, drunk at the bar, complaining about her husband. How she was at her wits end with him. How one more slip, and she was gone. Joanne hummed to herself and smiled. Now to watch her work play out.
And that’s all i have time for anon, as I have my actual book to get writing haha! Sleep tight!
Because Sakura sees Syaoran’s pure joy and enthusiasm and she’s just so happy.
That is the most incredible panel. Do you see it. Go see it. You must. SAKURA YOU HAVE IT SO BAD FOR THE NERD.
But we also need to talk about the fact that the entire family is so genuinely supportive of Syaoran’s enthusiasm here. None of them share his same interest in history and reading but they leapt at the chance to bring him here and are so happy that he’s enjoying it. And that’s so important, both in general AND for Syaoran, because it’s another one of those moments that are about him and who he is and his identity outside of the quest for Sakura’s feathers.
They’ve come a long way since the Land of Fog, but it’s the same kind of moment that he had there. Syaoran’s own passions and interests have had time to grow and expand, and he’s growing with them. More than that, I love the difference between the two worlds. Whereas in the World of Fog it was just a private moment between Syaoran and his memories (and after jumping into a lake for self sacrificing reasons) now it’s a moment between Syaoran and his family, who all support him and are excited for him and actively took steps to make this happen.
IT’S SUCH A GOOD MOMENT OK.
But then also MOKONA YOU CAN’T JUST VOMIT SWORDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIBRARY. PUT THOSE AWAY.
SilentKnight: How did they meet, and how did they fall in love?
She sort of adopted him, like a stray cat would adopt her new can opener.
When Roman died Neo didn’t really know where to go. She was hurt, angry, mourning, and when she eventually met Jaune one night, alone, she was so sure she’d kill him.
But then he asked her if she was alright.
It caught her off guard because it sounded genuine and why would he even ask something like that? Why would he care? Why would he rather ask that than fight her?
And she’s not okay.
She sits down and tries not to cry. She can’t even be mad at Jaune anymore or mad at anyone.
Jaune ends up taking her home, because she has nowhere else to stay. And then he’s kinda stuck with her. She sleeps on his couch, eats his ice cream, and eventually notices he’s pushing all the issues aside with which he doesn’t want to bother anyone. But she doesn’t let him, makes him talk about it.
So after a while she’s not the former assistant of a criminal mastermind who Jaune picked up while she was trying to kill him, she’s his roommate who now accompanies him on his missions, stops bad boys and grimm from killing him, listens to all of his problems and now sleeps in his bed because the couch is not comfortable enough, also that way she can end up cuddling up to him at night.
Eventually they fall in love that way. She falls in love first, but she doesn’t really change her behavior because she doesn’t want to ruin everything. It takes him longer, and when he notices he freaks out a bit. And asks her out on a date.