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Okay so it has been clear from the start that some certain members from the band One Direction have gone to the great lengths (and most kind lengths) of leaning sign language. These two members are Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson and despite them using their new talent as a way to communicate to the deaf fans, they also have mostly used it to communicate with each other, and each other only.
We firstly have this:
Here we clearly see Louis gives a small thumbs up before tapping his chest multiple times with his left hand at which Harry doesn’t notice properly at first. Also Louis realizes he is tapping with his wrong hand for what he is trying to say so therefore corrects himself by switching to his right hand and this time Harry sees; like so:
When Louis taps his chest, in sign language it means ‘Mine’, so basically he is telling Harry that he is his and Harry replies with a small thumbs up, a common thing which I will talk about further down in the post.
Louis also glances at Harry here and touches his chest, a year later and they still communicate through signing, Louis again telling Harry that he is his.
Harry here signs to Louis something along the lines of ‘Later we talk, before kissing’ but the second part can also mean ‘I want the truth’ as its unsure if he touches his lip or chin.
And Louis replies back with this:
Which would make Harry saying ‘Later we talk before kissing’ more reliable due to Louis’ answer.
Still complete cuties here.
Again during an interview, Louis seems to rub his hands together which research says could mean the letter ‘H’. In this case, H for Harry; or H was also a nickname that Louis could have had for Harry.
He then taps his chest twice again (meaning ‘Mine’) except he uses his fist more which may take away its meaning, but they could of changed it up more so that the signing was more personal to each other.
Now during one of their songs on the TMH tour, Louis and Harry were stood next to each other on the stage. Louis glances at Harry for a moment to get his attention before crossing his fingers and then placing his hand back onto his microphone stand, fingers still crossed.
Now some say that this means ‘Hope’ however others say because of how Louis did it, it means ‘Forever’ so I guess its your own choice to decide which one you want it to mean.
Then we have this:
Now everyone knows that in sign language this sign with another person means ‘Lover’/ ‘Make Love’.
So really there is nothing much to say about this apart from the fact that it is adorable as fuck and the most cliche thing that a pair of platonic best friends could do together.
No we are on to the famous ‘Thumbs up’ sign that they both constantly used to give each other on stage, during interviews and at any moment they were happy, having fun or in each others company. Now I researched this and found that it meant different to what the ‘Lovers’ sign that’s above. Many use the thumbs up sign as a way of saying good or as a positive attitude towards things like ‘I am good’ or ‘This is fun’ etc; except it also has another meaning. More discreetly, this sign can mean ‘I love you’ or ‘Love’ but is different from ‘Lover’ and ‘Make love’ so the two signs should not get mixed up.
but if the task force lied about Light dying in the fight against kira………. does that mean………… his family had him buried next to soichiro????
imagine the task force visiting soichiro’s grave and then crying for two different reasons. sayu and sachiko have left flowers on both graves and matsuda is seized with the overwhelming impulse to tear light’s away.
and what does it say in light’s obituary? a medical condition that no one could have foreseen? a car accident? an aneurysm? sachiko and sayu believe themselves privy to the secret: light yagami the hero, light yagami the martyr. in their assumption of the latter they are not entirely wrong. but they will never know the truth of the secret within the secret, and as they pray for kira to be punished they have no way of knowing they punish only themselves.
god lies six feet beneath hardened dirt in an out-of-the-way cemetery. they pray; he is no longer there to listen. he does not hear the songs they sing on his birthday. he does not hear the insults matsuda hardly dares to speak aloud for fear that soichiro will catch his voice on the wind, will know and understand and something far worse than that. he is already dead, but death far from the worst thing that can happen. the worst thing that can happen is this: being forced to attend light yagami’s funeral in a starchy, rented black suit as sayu’s tears ran hot down his neck. light yagami does not hear this. right up until the end his life was a bear trap waiting to close, and now those jaws have snapped shut. light yagami did not believe in ghosts but now ghosts believe in him. they crowd around his tomb, pale with grief and sickness. when they die they will be buried here with their family.
kira reigned over the new world, but this world is unrecognizable.
Okay, but just imagine Steve Trevor and Lois Lane as former army brat buddies
Like, they met on a base in their teens and maybe Trevor dated her younger sister for like a few months back in the day and Lois just spent the entire time rolling her eyes at him like this guy is such a tool
And then 15 years later they still meet up occasionally and Steve always has a few shots too many and starts gushing about Diana and how beautiful and strong and capable she is, and oh my God he just wants to marry her on a mountaintop so bad, Lois, you don’t understand
And Lois just straight up laughs in his face until he starts grilling her about Big Blue, and also whatever happened to that Kansas colleague of yours you never shut up about, huh Lane? *eyebrow waggle*
And then maybe one Halloween Clark and Diana get caught up in league duties and so Lois and Steve ending up spending it together and gong to parties dressed up as each other’s significant others and constantly high-fiving
realizes that dan and phil had taken over 20,000 photos just for dapgo & whilst on tour
realizes that dan and phil probably have another 20,000 photos that are incredibly personal to them that are of each other and with each other along with little videos and they're constantly taking little moments and capturing them forever
Happy New Year! I’m so sorry that your gift is late- I did this as an additional pickup since your original Secret Haunted went MIA :) Hopefully you can still enjoy Christmas Sweaters and some hot beverages with the boys into January. Happy Holidays and all the best!
Happy Holidays~! I generally draw a lot of angsty stuff, but I did my best to make you some cute and fluffy things, giftee! :) I loved your idea about Tatiana in lingerie and not many people ask for her and I love to draw her and Seb, so here’s something silly and cute ;D I also didn’t want to short you on the Joseb, so I also drew an extra sketch of them! Just posted the two separately since they’re so different!!
This is a tale of forgiveness. This is the story of a girl with an “authority problem,” c-range student who could have been a 4.0 if she had just tried hard enough, darkness boiling under her skin to such a degree that “personal journal” assignments always ended in the teacher asking her questions like “are you okay” but never with a real degree of concern, just professional double-checking as if reminding her that her left shoe was untied instead of saying “it looks like you are unraveling.” This is the story of being under the radar in every year of school because no matter how good she got, she was never the best, and no matter how bad her nights were, in the daytime there were still students with more shock, more awe, more danger signs pointing towards their temples. This is a small girl being constantly overlooked, this is having exactly eighty-four detentions by the end of her sophomore year for truancy alone because class for her was an uphill battle that tasted like sulfur and missed homework, this is a help-wanted sign pasted across her report card with every single “unexcused absence” she spent hiding in the library, trying to convince herself that next time, she’d show up - this is being too smart to ever fail a class no matter how much she didn’t come, this is being too stupid to ever bother catching up. This is hating every single moment she spent within those walls, hating the sound of chalk and projectors and markers and pens on paper. This is a girl who in seventh grade and a serious Catholic asked her God to take her math teacher’s life just so she wouldn’t have to face the overwhelming reality of class the next day, this is not being ambitious enough for the gifted track but too smart for the slow one, this is the story of being perfectly mediocre and because of that, always being looked over. This girl is me, twenty, and going back into the jaws of the lion.
I’m going to be a teacher.
I will never make a child feel like I did. I will never be the cause of burn scars on brainstems, I will never make a child think they’re stupid or they’re not capable of learning. I will never make them feel unheard, unwanted, unwelcome. I will see their warning signs and refuse to let them brush off my questions. It takes one bad teacher to poison a subject for a student, and I’m going to do my best to reverse every pain they’ve felt. It will not be about lectures or tests or the state standard. It will be about them, about their education, about their future. They will be important to me in the way I never was to anyone else. They will never feel left out. My class will never come before their mental health. They will be safe as soon as they enter my room. This is not a jail cell, it’s a hotel, a haven, a place they can finally leave their home life behind and relax for an instant.
There will be no under-the-radar children. So long as I live, I will fight to the death to be sure that what happened to me never does to my kids. I hate school, I hate this system. I hate the idea that not flunking is doing well enough. I hate the idea that being smart is rewarded with more work. I hate so much about the politics and the standardization of education that even my poetry isn’t enough to contain it.
I’m going to teach these kids to fall in love with learning again. It’s not about memorization. It’s about discovery, and it’s about time we started teaching like we have passion instead of adding more poison, started treating it like a war instead of a profession. These kids are going through hell, so let’s give them something to fight with.